The witch! He's gonna kill us all.He'll devouring us and use our blood for his rituals!
Those were the cry of the people of Trimeria- a kingdom by the northern part of the continent.
Who they so called a witch was actually a dark alchemist named Gilbert of Vunguard. He earned that title after creating a good number of plagues and evils upon the people.
He lived in an ancient and forgotten temple which is assumed to be filled with phantoms. He was tall,about 6.5 feet,had broad shoulders,long dark blue hair with shining sky blue eyes,he'd normally wear a mage or sage like attire. He also had this pendant with a moon crest on it.
Although his desires were unknown and so his identity too,the people knew him to be a magic terrorist. Creating abominations to for his own pleasure then he'd use them to start a war. But now he's gone now, dead by his own destiny. Good riddens.
It's been 10 years now, ten years of peace in all the kingdoms however there have been some whispers of the alchemist's return. Now in the local site of Trivere, specifically in a bar, chaos is about to break.
"Give me another dose." Said the man sitting by the counter,he wore black leather,had wet long hair dyed black with some strands of grey. His eyes were as dull like that of the dead. As he waited for his drinks,a lowly fellow approached him.
"Oi lad, where're you from? Trimeria,Denfron,Kinderton, Acia,." The man asked.
"None of your concern." He replied. The man was pissed at this reaction. He got a glass and tried smashing it on his head but suddenly his hand stopped as though he was paralyzed. He saw the man glare at him as his dull eyes quickly shone sky blue in colour.
"Witch. Wicked Alchemist. But how? You're not meant to be alive. You were killed ten years ago!" The man said as he saw his body growing scales allover. He was becoming a monster. As the transformation was about to be completed, a girl stopped the Alchemist pleading to forgive him. Then he walked out of the bar and stride his horse,on his way to the kingdom of Kinderton.
In the kingdom of Celcia,a grand ball was being held at the palace. Princess Catherine danced with the duke of Kinderton, Alfonso who would later on betrothed her. Meanwhile her mother Queen Aretha discussed with her husband, King Xavier about their daughter's future.
"How long are you going to keep her in the shadows?" Xavier asked.
"Up until my last breathe sweetheart. I wish for her to have a peaceful life and now that wish will been made reality so long as Alfonso marries her and takes her to Kinderton which is far from here." Aretha replied.
The walls have been brought down. It won't take long before an invasion takes place." Xavier added.
"And we'll be ready for an invasion." She replied.
Catherine wore a long dark purple dress with translucent fluttering sleeves and a blue choker. Her long bright yellow hair matched perfectly with her crimson red eyes.
She was about 15 years old then. She was the most beautiful in her time. The next day, her wedding day a great calamity took place.
"The barracks are attacking." Cried a knight who was stabbed in his legs barely walking to Aretha in pain.
"Release the army!" Said the queen as her and her husband wore the battle Armour. She commanded the maidens take Catherine and the duke to a safer place. The kingdom's mage,Luther attempted to slow down the invaders.
On the battle field the queen fought her hardest but was taken by the death of her husband. She kept on fighting up until her back was stabbed. The other knights retreated and took her to an inn to the healer.
Catherine ran to her mother holding her right hand. The queen cried a whisper into Celia's ear;"Leave this kingdom find the Alchemist and find your destiny. Now run!" And so she breathe her last and at once a knight carried her on his horse away from the kingdom.
But he was killed by an invader in the heart. Celcia ran with her life. Into a forest were she couldn't be found. Now she was alone with no one to protect her. Poor little princess.
Meanwhile, Gilbert had reached Kinderton into the domain of a mage named Felipe who had summoned him earlier that day.
"You called Felipe. What do you want?" Gilbert asked.
"Is it true? The great and wicked Alchemist is seeking redemption by erasing his abominations?" Felipe asked.
"I'm taking my creations back." He replied.
"Then it'd be in your interest to take care of a monster you created." He said
It was kiff,a monster he'd created in the past,born from the bones of an elf and the blood of a human. It's bloodthirsty for livers and has been terrorizing the people of Kinderton for a while now.
"Where is it now?" Gilbert asked.
"It was last seen at an abandoned shack on the other side of town.
Gilbert's mission had begun. To erase what he did in the past. To undo all of his mistakes.
He journeyed onward to find this monster,this beast. To find Kiff.
There she was,the liver eating monster called kiff. She slept by the floor of the shack mentioned earlier. As Gilbert tried attacking it in it's sleep,it woke up and dragged him to the other side of the shack. Gilbert struggled release as he used his psychic ability to stop it from attacking but it resisted his powers.
Gilbert forged chains and tied it to the ground. He head-butted kiff and chained her to the ground. Then as Kiff struggled release, Gilbert looked with his blue eyes and a translucent marble filled with blood turned blue and entered him. The monster turned into ashes and disappeared. Just as Gilbert thought it was over a woman in a cloak caught his attention and told him to uncover his mystery on his destiny. Then she disappeared. Gilbert was paid greatly by the mage. When they asked for his new title he said he was The Polar Alchemist. At night,he had a vision,a whisper find the girl in the woods.
Catherine ran to her destiny.
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