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[TheOneGod13]

the story i did, was ok, but i believe it can improved instead of twisting it up, i decided to just start over.

In the story will be:

Luc
DarkJaxychan
Lumnia
Coldarmy
me
LMB aka Lare
SpykedBebop
Blackcat
Midnight
Supwakka
Andrew
J102Y



The story is

DarkLumina has became very sick and has offered a reward for whoever capture the cultprit that posioned him. Little do the ciztens of darkwind know, that a danger lurk deep in the realm of Darkwind.

Unlike my last story the updates will be alot more regular, if you want in just let me know.

[TheOneGod13]

Our heros will fight things like they never had before....

So to perpare you, heres your first preview.

[TheOneGod13]

Part One: Sunrise

Just few candles lighted the room, as a figure laid on the bed covered up coughing. A woman joined him with a smile on her face, “You will be fine, dark.”
“Have you contacted God yet?”
“Yes sir…He is already aware who may of cause your sickness. He has put up a reward for anyone with information or who can defeat the person who did this.”
“Luc…You have done well.”
Luceria begin to walk out of the room as her long black dress slide against the floor. As she got to the door, she heard dark speak up.
“Luc, if I die, then darkwind will fade.”
“Darkwind will never fall.” Luc said without hesitation.


It was sunrise on top of a hill away from the city. Luc had a line of soldiers each with there own distinctive techniques. First in line at the right was Jax, he was a powerful and well known wizard in this land, is a great addition to the team. Next to him was Gilgamesh, A sword expert with great speed and a caring personality, armed with 2 short blades. In the middle was Wakka, A veteran Darkwind warrior, who was part of the elite guard, after much of his guard was wiped out, Darklumina was poisoned; he believes there is a connection. The last 2 were small time warriors, Lare; A ranger and has great aim with a bow; and Spyke; A violent man with no remorse who loves to use a scythe.

“Our quest is long so we will require some guidance. God should arrive shortly to get us started.” Luc stated.
Suddenly a little girl came running towards the group.
“Wait for me!”
She wore all black and had cat claws gloves on.
Luc stared for a moment, “I thought you chose not to come blackcat?”
“And let you guys have all the fun? Of course not.” blackcat said while catching her breathe.
Beside them there was a sudden flash of light as a figure in a all white Tuxedo appeared to them.
“There is seven of you, I expected more.” The man said
“We may not need many, but if we do, we will come back.” Luc said
“Do you know what you are going against? Or are you going to rush in without information?” the man asked
“Don’t take me for fool God, I was waiting on your guidance.” Luc said with a angry face.

A man appeared before them in another flash of light, the man wore a black robe like cloth covering his lower body, and was armored only on his right arm and side, and from the first glance there was 12 small wings on his back, obviously for looks, not for flight. In right hand he had a book, a spell book perhaps.

Luc stared in shock, “Who are you?”
He bowed and said, “My name is Metatron, God’s Magic assistant, I not a warrior of this world like you, I was created by God.”
“Well that was my next question, but maybe you can answe…”
She was cut off as Metatron had his book open and said “Demons”
Luc and the rest of them stared, “Demons? I know God can create being now, and Dark created monsters for our entertainment, But who creates Demons?”
God spoke up and said, “Your quest is to find a antidote to the poison in dark’s veins, and to find the man who did, are only lead is the things that are not control by me or Dark.”

They put their heads down in worry, and Luc’s head suddenly rose and she began to walk toward the east and the rest follow. God watch them leave, and Metatron closed his book and looked at God.

“How close are they” Metatron asked.
“The voice told me there was one a few miles from here, In Emerald Village, the population was about 25, mainly people just passing trough. They should be there by noon.” God responded
“Will the people…” Metatron tried to get words out but could’nt.
“Start the count Metatron, No one should forget how many are lost.”
Metatron opened to a blank page and wrote down the number 25, and the words Emerald Village.