Greetings players of guildcraft, old and new. I’m not even going to waste a paragraph explaining to you about: ‘This isn’t post-farming’ or my favourite ‘What a waste of time.’ Don’t take this series seriously, this is only here because I told someone about this and they loved the idea of a full series. So let’s just begin. ‘Dear Journel. This is the first time I ever wrote to you in quite sometime. Many things had happened to my family and I. My younger sister, Viqious and my father is hunting the infamous: PyroKnight. He had butchered me, he slaughtered my father and worst of all, he locked up my grandfather who turned out to be Dark Thought. I mean... Dark Thought. Said to be one of the most powerful being in the universe, but he’s also my grandfather. Father knew about this and he hid it from Viqious and I, which makes me wonder if he’s hiding anything else, what is he hiding from us? Do we have a secret brother? Is father related to any other god-like monstrosity? Does he know where our mother is? All these questions, circling through my head. I need these questions answered, I don’t care what it takes... I must know who my mother is... and why father never told us about her. Thank you for understanding, Journal. From Xephanez. Viqious: Xephanez! You filthy swine! Get up! Xephanez: Shut up, you bloody goat licker. Viqious: Father will be back soon, we need to be ready. The knight of cinder and the boy may return and strike us when we’re unprepared. Do you want this to happen? Is this a joke to you? Xephanez: No. No sister. Viqious: That’s what I thought... now hurry up. Xephanez collects her journal and hides it in her pocket. She walks out of her cozy tent, with the bright sun shining upon her face. On the horizon is a great bird, soaring majestically across the sky in such a wonderous manner. The bird lands to the ground and shapes itself into a humanoid form, who happened to be Diyon. Diyon: Girls. Xephanez and Viqious: Father. The sun glows in the reflection of Diyon’s crimson eyes and his dagger-like teeth. He walks over to a nearby log, sits himself down and gets out a piece of yellow paper that has quite a few tears on its sides. He unravels the scroll, showing us a picture of an island and words engraved in a particular language. Diyon: So dears? What do you think? Viqious: I think that... instead of finding things to wipe crap out of our bottoms, you could’ve found something useful... like food. Xephanez: Not your best catch, father. Diyon: You two are only saying this, because you cannot read the language on the map. Xephanez and Viqious: Map? Diyon: Correct. I think I might know where PyroKnight may be heading next. Xephanez and Viqious look at each other with a blank expression. The sisters don’t know how to react to this kind of news, their father might’ve possibly found me. Soon their faces were coloured with curiosity and begged their father for answers to their endless questions. Viqious: Where’s PyroKnight going? Xephanez: We must know. Viqious: He’ll suffer our wrath. Xephanez: We’ll be ready to... Diyon: SILENCE!!! The violent scream of Satan shook the forest. The sky is filled with panicking birds, squawking and fluttering across the morning sky. Diyon gives himself a moment to catch his breath. He swallows, he takes a deep breath, clears his throat and turns his attention back to the map. Diyon: Girls... do you remember the war I lead demons against the angels? Xephanez: Yes father. Viqious: How could we forget? Diyon: One of the captains had a message, using that message I studied the ‘Language of the Angels’, so I could know their secrets and what they try to hide from other beings. This scroll is written in that exact same language... and I’m going to teach you. Diyon shows his daughters the hidden message and reads out: ‘Upon the heavens and goes even higher, is a council of knights. These knights were hired by the Great King Valos to maintain order in the realm. These knights are the only ones given the ability to slay gods, something no mortal, titan or creature could possess. The council of knights could be found in a place higher than heaven, in a place where no demon can find it.’ Xephanez: He... He... Heaven? Diyon: Higher than heaven. Viqious: Where are we going to find that? Not to mention... HOW will we get there? Diyon: It’s easy, my youngling. It’s has come to my attention that Shazil has been freed of her curse and she roams her in the mortal realm. If we find her, we can find the council of nine. Xephanez: Are you sure about this father? Diyon: Certainly. Come girls, we make haste. We will find PyroKnight, we will find the council and mark my words... we will find Valos. Diyon, the God of Shapeshifting, shapes himself into a horse and his daughters mount the sturdy horse. Diyon gallops into the wilderness and set off to find the Last Angel. Which reminds me... where is Shazil? Kocoski: Where are we going? PyroKnight: Wherever the wind takes us. ???: Kocoski! A mysterious voice echos through the field, it was Italo. Kocoski’s eyes fill with tears of joy, whilst Italo does the same. The two friends had reunited and they couldn’t be happier, however Italo took notice that Luisa wasn’t here. Italo’s face starts to look ill, with Luisa not here shows a bad sign. Italo: Where’s Luisa? Kocoski: She... she... Italo already knew what Kocoski meant and their tears of joy turned to tears of despair. Italo hugs Kocoski for comfort, but even that doesn’t help. Italo cannot holds his tears back. Behind Italo, I notice a bright, white glow shining on top of Italo. The bright light reveals a stairway to heaven, it was a long climb all the way into the heavens. When we thought this couldn’t have gotten any more strange, we hear a familiar voice... Shazil. Shazil: PyroKnight... to forgive others, you must first forgive yourself. To forgive yourself... you must confront your past. You must stand up to it, break the shackles of your fate, carve your own path. The event may be over, but you’re not over the event. Italo: Shazil? What is this? Kocoski: A stairway to heaven? Shazil: A stairway... to PyroKnight’s past. Kocoski: Should we... I look down at my sword, gazing at the markings in the sword. They read ‘Excalibur’, known as the Great Sword, only the truest of warriors weild this sword. I look back up to the stairway, I insert the sword in back and begin the trip down memory lane. PyroKnight: Boy? What are we waiting for? Kocoski: Let’s go! Italo: Yeah! So the duo had become a trio, whilst another trio hunts for us. It’s a race to the council of knights, what obstacles lies ahead for our heroes? To be continued...
