Today was a day like any other in the heartlands of our peaceful continent, everyone was happy and various people were still going about their daily lives. However, one day, in the harbor of Kaslow, came a man with a hooded robe, he didn't make eye contact with anyone, and he just looked at the ground as he walked along. Various people stared at him a bit, wondering who he was. Some of the sprite messengers that were there looked at him different though, as some dark aura was spewing forth from him. Normal people could not fathom the turmoil that was leaking out of his body that the Sprite Messengers could feel. One brave Sprite Messenger stopped him near the giant crystal in Kaslow, the centerpiece to the great Kaslow Crystal Square. "Excuse me sir, but, you have a strange aura around you that doesn't seem right, is there something I could help you with?" The man looked at the sprite messenger, and the sprite messenger backed away a few steps as the man was no man, it was actually a woman with blood red eyes, and jet black hair. She slowly unraveled her cloak/robe, and proceeded to smirk at the sprite messengers. Her body was pale white, her lips black with pure darkness. She eyed everyone then glanced up at the crystal.

"It is time you felt the true power of this world, with your own eyes!" She laughed as she threw up her palm toward the crystal. A strange barrier formed around her as she began to charge up a powerful attack against the crystal in Kaslow. "Now, everyone shall see the sprites for what they are!!" She exclaimed as she continued to laugh maliciously. The sprite messengers try to attack her, but the barrier prevents any and all attacks from hitting her. Soon, her attack is released upon the glorious shining Kaslow crystal. However, it soon turns dark purple, and the light that shines from it is pitch black. Within minutes, the entire Kaslow area is swarming with demons and the like, as the huge doors to Kaslow break down, allowing them inside. The woman laughs as the sprite messengers begin their retreat to other lands through the use of the teleportation system. However, the woman soon makes that unusable, and all the teleporters become pillars of dark energy. She laughs, "Oh, if only my emperor could see this, he would be so glad."

The sprite messengers that escaped start to form bands of regimes from each other city to see if they can't overpower the hoard in Kaslow. However, this wasn't their only problem. There was something lurking out in the ocean, something powerful... and they have no idea what is about to take place.

"We have to begin a defensive countermeasure around the remaining two cities, or else they will fall, just like Kaslow. Does anyone have any ideas?!" Shouts a high-ranking sprite messenger, as he stands up, slamming his fist down near the end. His cape gracefully flows, his heavy armored fist, clanking. His green eyes look around at the various different sprite messengers that line the meeting room.

A single woman stands up, her long brown hair flowing as she walks near the table, she seems to be adept in healing capabilities more so than the rest at the large round-table, "If no one comes forward, then I, a simple Healer, shall take up the job of preparing illya for defense against the poison dark sprite aura that now speeds through the lands." The large yet young high-ranking man, clad in armor stands upright, smiling at the woman.

The larger than life man walks over to the healer, "That is a good call, my friend. All of you are too wimpy to even stand up to this threat? So a healer must do our job for us?! If you won't do anything, me, a Templar, will help this young yet powerful healer." He walks off, his heavy metal boots sounding every step he makes. The healer woman looks at everyone, a bit annoyed at them, then she too starts walking off, her shoes making a high-heel noise with each step.

Meanwhile, outside of Illya, a few soldiers who remain, are combating some new monsters that have spawned from the dark and powerful mist that infects the main lands on the continent. The large man from earlier comes up to a soldier, putting his hand on one of their shoulders, "Sir Templar! You cannot go out there, it is far too dangerous."

The Templar, clad in armor, smiles down at the soldier, "Do not worry soldier, a young healer is preparing something that may help in our efforts." The soldier looks strangely at the short-hair brown color of the large man's hair as he goes back to helping fight, along the Templar's side. After about an hour, a strange light emanates from within Illya, originating from the large crystal stored near the town's entrance. The Templar looks toward the city, and as the light grows a bit stronger, he looks back to the infected monsters, which seem to be retreating for now. Where the light can reach, some of the forestry is beginning to go back to the normal green it once was. "Good on that healer. Soldiers, remain at your posts. Although we have a defense now, we can't be too careful." The soldiers agree by head nodding, and the Templar returns within the city.

awesome man,continue writting it xD

Can I be in the story as a genius engineer? :'

nice story good job