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Jets' Prologue:

He stands alone in the center of another burned out town of Seljie.
Even the blackened and damaged buildings surronding him are barely recognizable from their former beauty and magnificence.
Buildings, streets, abandoned homes, and shops are all washed away of color. Windows which were once full of light and life, are nothing more than dark, hollow, and sinister. It's difficult to imagine what you can find inside these lonely dwellings.
He looks around slowly making sure he is in the right place. Continuing up the desolate street he can hear the sound of his shoes a hollow echo in the miday's silence. He wonders how long it has been since anyone has lived here. Counting the strays, animals, and children along with the individuals who linger in this town because they have no place to go, how many are left?

Only the cities, and kingdoms can truly provide refuge from the chaotic times that lay at hand. He walks to the edge of town where, two miles further on, the prison camp awaits.

Jet took a deep, steadying breath and started forward to the compound that held the prisoners of war. He flew over the gates toward the now visible compound like an avenging angel. Jet reached the building before the guards could even comprehend what he was about, too close for them to use any of their heavy weapons. He kept his eyes peeled for any demons, he was lucky this night, none where there to make his mission difficult. Attacking the watch towers with his sword. Shards of iron being cut apart from the walls and its occupants armor by his powerful magic. They were shooting at him with their corssbows, but he was already sheilded by the magic he possesed. He slowly walked forward, his sword sweeping along the heavy metallic door in a line of fire that melted everything it touched. Inside the prisoners of war were screaming and crying, thinking it was they who were meant to die. Jet could not stop to tell them otherwise, he had to act quickly. The enemy came in waves, firing and swinging their weapons, trying to bring him down. But ordniary tatics were useless and no match for him, he scattered them like leaves. He moved from building to building, tower to tower, taking down any opposing warrior who upheld resistance against his efforts. The enemy was falling back, losing their heart and will in the face of Jets' onslaught. Their eyes had lost all the hard edge madness and turned frightened. Soon they began fleeing into the darkness seeking the shelter of nightfall. He turned his attention to the isolated cells that were deliberately untouched. The camps prisoners flooded through the shattered bars. There were more captives than what he had expected. Without fully understanding what was going on they began to flee. It didn't matter to Jet, It only mattered that they escaped towards the kingdom of Seljie and never came back. When the camp was in flames and the cells emptied he turns away and takes a long slow breath. Neither the prisoners he had freed nor the enemy were in sight. He began his track back to town to ensure that none of the enemies forces had taken refuge there.

Blayde's Prolouge
Blaydenair sat outside under a tree, the remnants of a fire was visible. She stood up, well rested. The teen picked up her sword and her knapsack, equipping both. "Where to go? Where to go? She wandered for a while, aimlessly, deep into a forest, untill she found a break in the trees where her village used to be. She ran through the trees, smiling. Her village was gone. Ruins. Yes the Ruins were there, but... Her family, Her life... Her Fiancee... They were all gone.

Some of the ruins were still smoking. Blaydenair walked to the nearest one. this ruin used to be her and her Fiancee's soon-to-be cottage. They were going to have their children here, and they were going to be here forever. That was all changed. Tears threatened to fall, but Blaydenair did not let them. A soldier does not cry in the face of defeat. A soldier would seek veangance. Blaydenair stared at the used-to-be cottage next to hers. She choked back a sob. On the porch of the burnt out building was the charred corpse of a little girl. She was still holding her doll. "Bella..." Blaydenair choked out, the tears leaving her eyes. She approached the corpse, cautiously. Slowly, she brought the limp body into her arms. "Bellacissa... My sister...." She murmured, sobbing.

Three days later, she had all the bodies and remains buried. Her cheeks were encrusted with dirt and ash, as she turned to leave. She looked down into her hand. A doll, with little blue eyes that had been sewn on; buttons. "I will avenge you, Bellacissa.... And mother... And Gran... And Axel.."