The Chronicles of Nether

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A young knight must face various challenges in a world where magic exists and is embraced by some. But feared by many. As a series of events unfold, Trent must act and decide how he wants his story told.

Witness a tale unfold before your very eyes. In the land of Nether, a magical world where magic is alive and real. A land where heroes rise and monsters fall.

Where mystery and untold truths lurk beneath the surface. After all the world of Nether is a magical place, even so magic is not embraced by all. In truth people fear magic and magical creatures save for the brave men and woman who train to defend the land from their vile evil.

And Trent is one such brave young man, well at least he tries to be. Trent Bartholomew Albinus the 3rd a student at the heroic Gilgamesh academy faces the everyday challenges one might expect a warrior in training to face. As well as challenges that not even he was expecting.

This is the story of his journey. This is Trent’s chronicles.

A tale of magic, self-discovery and most importantly dragons. Join Trent on his journey and witness the Chronicles of Nether.


Excerpt
Within in a large wheat field there was a lone figure making his way across the vast landscape. He was hooded and wore a dark gray robe which concealed the rest of his body.

The only thing the robe could not conceal was the man’s bright golden reptile like eyes, they were slit. You may ask why this was and I will answer you, this very man in particular was a Dragon.

I know when we think dragon we think large scaly reptile with wings that breathe fire and yes that is a typical dragon and so was this man. To differentiate the two I will refer to human dragons as dracominus-basically dragon being or dracon for short and normal dragon as the standard dragon.

Dracon are typically believed to be dragons in human form, something that I now have actually information on but we’ll elaborate further on when necessary.

This dracon whose name happened to be Alaric, something I would learn later. Anyway Alaric was traversing through the wheat fields just outside my village of Taren, he was headed to the castle. It wouldn’t take him long to reach the castle just a couple hours actually but before he reached it.

He would have to make his way through a group of Guard Saints that were galloping on horseback toward him. They had appeared out of nowhere but in reality they had been lying in wait for their chance to ambush Alaric.

Unfortunately for them it was near impossible to get the jump on a dragon, sorry dracon. He had smelled them a mile away only playing the fool in an attempt to get them to lose their guard and show themselves, which they did.
Alaric was a steady fellow who wasn’t prone to worrying in battle even if he was outnumbered.

There were four Hallowed Knights approaching, swords drawn they leapt from their horses just as they reached Alaric. He swayed to the side to avoid the first slash from the closest knight while the others began encircling him.

“Dragons are not welcome in this land. You should leave while you still have your head.”

Alaric looked unfazed at the man’s comment. “Do you have a family?” He said the words in a quiet voice barely a whisper.

“What did you say? Beast!”

Alaric looked at the man seemingly uninterested in him. He turned his attention to the others before looking into the eyes of the man who spoke.

“You think because you have me outnumber that it’s the same as having me outmatch. How I envy your naiveté.”

Alaric’s words were calm and quick.
The Hallowed Knights gave each other quick glances, they were becoming unsure of themselves only their leader whose name I believed to be Thomas had ever faced down a dracon before.

The others had no idea what they were getting into but they were about to learn and it would be a grave lesson indeed.

“Well are we not going to begin?” Alaric asked calmly.

“Silence beast! I will cut out your boastful tongue and carry it in a pouch as a trophy.”

Thomas was getting mad, Alaric smiled under his robe standing perfectly still as two of the knights charged him. They held their swords high bringing them down with as much force as they could.

Alaric jumped back lightly avoiding their slashes then he dashed toward the furthest knight. Grabbing him by the head, Alaric slammed him into the ground embedding it there.

Smoke rose from Alaric’s hand as he removed it from the man’s head. The knight was wearing nethermetal armor so it was only natural that it would burn. Even so Alaric didn’t mind the sting it was the least of his worries just like the knights in front of him who were in over their heads.

“Oh God! He killed him! The monster killed him!”

It was one of the remaining Hallowed Knights that was panicking, he took a few steps back revealing his fear. Alaric glanced in his direction while Thomas rushed at Alaric and began slashing at him violently.

Slash after slash, Alaric evaded with ease making sure never to break eye contact with his attacker. He was doing this to unnerve him and it was working.

“I will have your head….blaaaaa”

Thomas’s words were cut short by the hand that plunged through his stomach. Blood ran down Alaric’s hand while smoke rolled off it in plumes still Alaric held it there to make a point.

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