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Dark Knights: Destiny’s Awakening
Prologue: Snowy Days
It was a snowy day in the village of Silver Valley. It was the middle of winter of 3006 and the snowfall had been heavier these past seasons. Many people preferred to stay home to keep warm on such occasions, playing with their family or drinking warm tea or chocolate. Nestled and isolated by mountains, the village was surrounded by a cozy kind of peace that the villagers seemed to reflect in their content and happy faces.
In one of the village’s houses, a young woman sat near a blazing fire in the fireplace. She was about in her early twenties, her face framed by luxuriant black tresses that fell to her waist. She smiled at the young children sitting around her. There was an eager look on their charming faces. The raven-haired boy beside her smiled at her and then piped up in a pleading voice, “Please tell us a good story.”
The rest of the young brood joined in the pleading. She fondly ruffled the boy’s hair. He was the leader of the group, three years older than her own children. The boy was beginning to be more and more like his father every day, a fact that worries his mother to no end.
“All right,” she began, “I shall tell you a long story. But promise me you’ll listen very well.”
The chorus of voices was so loud that the teacup on the small coffee table behind her shook. Hearing the noise, the young woman’s husband glanced at the room. Catching his eye, she signaled for him to leave. He smiled at her, and then moved on, shaking his head.
“What will your story be about, auntie?” the boy asked.
She thought for a moment, laughing softly as the children held their breaths in excitement. “I’ll tell you a story about the Dark Knights.”
Their eyes grew wide at her words. “Wow,” the little girl with blonde hair whispered.
Picking up the girl, her three-year old daughter, the young woman sat the little girl on her lap. “Now, how shall I begin?” She cuddled her daughter and began, “A long, long time ago, The Creator created the universe and the world. He created the plants, the animals, the mountains, the people and many, many more. Then He made the elder deities, Avram, and Medeia to help him govern His creations. People lived in harmony. There was peace all over the land.”
“But it didn’t stay peaceful for long, did it?” The brown-haired boy sitting near the black-haired boy interrupted.
“Shut up!” the others hissed at him. The young woman gave them a sharp look, telling them that she didn’t like what they had just done. She then went on with her story. “Yes, it didn’t stay peaceful for long. There was an evil deity. His name was Reizel, the youngest son of the two elder deities and he wanted to conquer the world and supplant The Creator. He slew his seven brothers and drove his father, the elder deity Avram, away from his throne.” There was a chorus of groans as she spoke. “What happened after that?” her daughter eagerly asked.
“Well, Reizel, along with his mother, Medeia, Avram’s wife, ruled the world. He formed an army, which he called the Dark Knights. Now it wasn’t just any army. The Dark Knights were skilled in both the martial and the magical arts. Many of them were powerful magicians and sorcerers.”
“But what about Reizel’s father? And The Creator? Why weren’t they doing anything to stop Avram’s evil son?” The black-haired boy cried out. The others nodded in agreement.
She smiled at him, half-exasperated. The boy was far too inquisitive in her opinion. “I was getting to that. Anyway, Avram knew he couldn’t stop his son alone so he needed help. He sought help from The Creator who gave him good advice. Now, when Reizel killed his brothers, Avram put their souls in seven jewels. These jewels contained great power. The Creator advised that he should give these jewels to his other son, Christopher Summersnow, a half-mortal. He was the very first Master Keeper.”
“And he used the jewels to defeat the Dark Knights and Reizel! And he saved the world!” the boy exclaimed.
She shook her head sadly. “Well, he did that, but it was after so many hardships. Christopher killed Reizel, but lost many of his loved ones, including his mother. The threat of the Dark Knights didn’t stop there though.”
The quiet redhead beside the boy stood up, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You mean, auntie, that it wasn’t all over? But he killed the evil deity!”
The young woman smiled at his vehemence. “Yes. However, there was still the Dark Knights and Reizel’s evil mother. Every now and then good and evil faced off, some times evil won, some times the good does. It was only recently that another face–off happened. The good won this time.”
“But how did the good won this time?” The black-haired boy cried out.
A mischievous smile lit up her face. “That, my dear, is a different story.”
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