Veriscea by Allure-Clandestine

Prologue

There must always be balance in the world. The good and evil. The rich and the poor. The enslaved and the free.

Balance must be kept in order to keep order, and order can only be kept if those from both sides do not step over the boundaries of the balance. But there are some that wish to throw the world off its scale and reign chaos among its subjects.

Far off into the plains of Hacien lives the Hellions. The minions of the God of Darkness and Chaos, Crixe. They are the embodiment of all that is foul and wrong. They wreak havoc upon the weak and innocent and feed off their fear. For in fear they grow stronger and more powerful. They lay asleep beneath the earth and stone. Every two centuries they awaken from their slumber and throw the calm and peace of the land into the flames. Those that have been alive for centuries are so strong they create storms of their own. Their magic are of the elements themselves, the stronger ones are able to create storms of fire that can level cities and towns in an instant and kill millions of lives all together.

When these times come, a figure descends from the heavens to aid the innocent. He is a being of incomprehensible power. His silver hair cascades far below his knees and glitters through the light that his own person emits. His eyes are of molten gold and his face is as pale as the clouds he descends from. Though his skin is in comparison to ivory, his features make it seem so natural, just right. As if he was supposed to be this way. This being holds the power to slay the Hellions with one strike and is a match for the God of Darkness himself. However, neither one can kill the other. Both represent the power that the world needs to balance itself. Without one or the other, the balance is thrown off and the world in itself crumbles into its inevitable demise.

Though there is a legend within this legend. A secret you might say. There is a woman whose soul can house power so great that she would be balance itself. Her whereabouts are unknown, and even more so of where she came from. She is of this world and of not, she knows this place yet she doesn't. She is known to be Fieri, which means To Become. To become what, you may ask? That is where this story takes you.

Dive into a world were all that you know of have different laws and all that you think could never be real, are. Dive into a world that I tell you a story of. Dive into the world of Veriscea.

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AN: Hello Guys!!! This is AC, not air conditioner >. Allure Clandestine. I started writing a story called Transcendance before, but I'm taking that down. Why? Because when I started that story, it was an idea. I tried my best to write more but all I hit after the first chapter were writers blocks and I tried, I really did. I'm sorry to those that liked that idea, I do too. I'm just not getting enough ideas for the story and that is my first fanfic. This will be my official second and I'll do my best to make it as good as I saw it in my head. I know almost everything that this story will go through and as I post this prologue, im currently writing a long enough first chapter.

I will be making up most of the names of the places in the story and will be posting at the bottom how to pronounce them according to me :D

Hacien - Hah-see-yen

Crixe - Kree

Veriscea - Verri-seya

If you would like to flame me, make it... constructive criticism :) love you all! Please Review!