Chapter 3Chapter 3 – The Water Maiden
A light broke through the dark clouds of the night, dispersing them into thin air. It was another clear day in the realm of Graemor as the light shone through the windows of Dante's bedchambers. There he sat in front of an ornate mirror of pure silver. On the left were sculptures of angelic forms; where as on the left were sculptures of demons. The mirror represented the gateway to the other world. Dante stared deep into the mirror with a questioning expression on his face.
What is happening to me, lately I've been feeling a burning inside me, something I've never felt before. Could this be what my father meant when he said when the time is right, you will feel a change inside of you and this change will save the world…
Suddenly there was a rapping on the door, which slowly opened when Dante gave the command. It was one of the messenger boys. "My lord, his majesty requests your presence at the throne room to discuss the location of the 3rd shard"
Chapter 2The Zanatos Saga
Chapter 2 – The Gorge of Fire
The land was a dark and barren wasteland. No greenery was visible for miles around. The smell of sulphur was thick in the air. A dark figure on a noble steed was working its way through the hazy yellow fog of the valley. Leon looked on into the distance and he could see the great columns of fire. Giant structures of magma and fire, which shot out from the ground, due to combustible gases and enormous amounts of pressure. He knew that he was getting close, yet something was not right. The rider had a feeling that something was watching, something that wasn't human.
The mountains of the gorge grew higher and higher as Leon approached. A crevice in the mountainside acted as a path, however, it was too small for a horse to go through. Leon roped up the horse by a near by tree which had died due to the think sulphur that was in the air. "This is no place for you Balto, I won't be long" Leon left his horse behind as he began to brave the craggy
Chapter 1The Zanatos Saga
Chapter 1 – This is no Myth…
In the kingdom of Graemor, the sun was rising. The light sparkled across the spires of the tall castle that was home to the royalty who ruled the land. The king was a good and kind leader, the son of Eldar, Elandir.
The castle was situated in a vast valley of waterfalls. The sound of the water falling gracefully on the rocks below, whistled through the birch trees, and any man would swear that a symphony was being played for him. The sound was magical.
The greatness of the castle, wouldn't even cast a shadow over the valley, as this was one of the few places in the world where the evil darkness could not venture. The castle was made out of a mystical stone that could only be penetrated by a special axe made of mythril. This was one of the greatest structures known to man of the age.
Inside the castle, many men were congregated around a large oak table. Many a grave face was there across the board, the gravest of all, was the expression on t
The Zanatos SagaThe Zanatos Saga
Over 100 millennia ago, there was a demon named Zanatos, the most powerful demon that the pits of hell could conjure. He ruled all worlds with his iron fist and malice as his decree. The world was in a constant darkness. When his time was at an end, Zanatos forged a crystal capable of storing his spirit once he had passed, so that another may be able to wield his immense power and continue the legacy that he had created. He called it the Zanatos Crystal.
Centuries after the crystal had been forged; there was a war between good and evil, and the crystal was at the centre of it all. The thought of wielding such an immense power was incalculable to some men. To think that they would be able to rule the world as the Great Demon once did. This drove them mad and they would stop at nothing to see their goal fulfilled.
However, there was still good in the world, a light within the darkness. These men swore to uphold justice and honour, to prevent the crystal being us