That Of A Forever Value

OoC: In the world of Galtic anything can and will happen. It's a vast and mysterious world filled for adventure. Our story starts in the grand royal city of Rost Oznore IV where much history has developed. It is a peaceful city with friendly citizens and foreigners alike, save the occasional thug or group of trouble makers. The city is guarded with the finest soldiers in the land only due to what lies at the far edge of the city, a castle which hosts the royal family of Schizebell. The guards are both friendly and trustworthy, though with every batch is born a rotten one but these soldiers ask for nothing more than a little fun or Crizeet, Galtic's currancy.

Besides the enormous castle guarded by both the soldiers of Rost Oznore and a large, unclimbable cliff side. The entire city is surrounded and hidden by a large valley of monstrous mountains, there is only one way in and out of Rost Oznore and that is through the large double gates made of sturdy wood and steel. There are two main attractions within Rost Oznore and they are: Crest's Fountain, it's a large fountain that rests in the center of the town square for all to gaze upon it's beautiful statues of past rulers of Rost Oznore. The founder of the city, Crest Schizebell, built it himself and as such it is a tradition for reach ruler to build a statue of themselves before their term is over—luckily they have a long history of talented sculpturing.

Off to the east of the square is a large empty field where a circus comes twice a year to perform, once during the season of winter and once during the season of summer. It is the city's main attraction and everyone is filled with joy when the circus comes around. Of course the circus performers are happy as ever to visit and bask in the generous hospitality of Rost Oznore IV. The rest of the city is filled with businesses of all kinds and a large residential area.

IC: "I wonder who that can be." Syhn asks himself after hearing a knock at his door. He looks out the window and notices the sun has already shown itself. He quickly gets dressed and rns down stairs to open the door. But it was already open, opened by a young looking woman; his mother. She turns to him as he takes the last step off the stairs. "Oh, dear. It is your friend Myt." She hugs him, "Good morning by the way." Then she returns to the back room, the kitchen. The scent of fresh baked cookies could be smelled in the air.

"Syhn," The young boy previously addressed as Myt deals a friendly punch to Syhn's arm. "Ya gunna sleep all day or ya gunna come with me to meet Shnet at the Square?" "The Square?" Syhn crosses his arms thinking about what could be going on at the square. "Oh yeah! The wedding, right?" He asks his buddy for reassurance. "No shit, Syhn. Now, come on. Or Shnet'll give our seats away for candy. You know how she is." Myt grabs Syhn's arm and they dash off for the Square.

For some odd reason Syhn looks down to his attire, possibly to make sure what he picked for today matches. A pair of black zipper/strap shoes cover his feet. The pants are unique, they are tight faded blue jeans, but from the knees down they fade from blue to black and finally pitch black at the bottom. The pants are held up by a leather belt with a snap-in buckle. He is wearing a blue sleeveless zipper vest, the bottom of vest the stops at mid-torso. The collar pops up, reaching just below his chin. Underneath this shorten vest like shirt is a long sleeve, tight white shirt that tucks into his pants.

On both his forearms are two light blue belt straps, they rest on the edge of his wrists giving the extra long sleeves a kind of fluff look to them. He has an athletic built and is slightly tall for his age of 18, standing at a little under six foot. Despite his appearance his body is very durable, can withstand a lot of pressure. His bones are "made of steel" one would say due to his many years of duking it out with his friend's personal stalkers. His hair is normal for a unique town such as Rost Oznore, it consists of two colors; black and white. The top of his medium length hair is solid snow white while the edges are of pitch black. He wears a large black cloth over his left eye, covering most of his peach toned face.

Everyone knows he isn't blind in his left eye, he covers it up because he doesn't like people staring at it. It looks as though there is no pupil but it is the same color as the iris; baby blue. This is not the most unique part of his eye, the sclera, or white part of the eye, is solid black. Along the edges of the eyelids is a thin black line, but if one were to look really, really close they would see that a bunch of odd looking markings make up this thin line. His right eye is normal and possesses a regular black pupil, the iris is baby blue as well.

Syhn raises his eyes from his clothes and looks just as Myt quickly comes to a stop, Syhn, if were unaware, would have ran into him. The streets are crowded with thousands of people. The Royal City of Oznore is quite large. Actually it is the largest city in the world of Galtic. Myt, who is only 5'8", is having trouble seeing over everyone. The 15 year old looks up to Syhn, who ss a few inches taller, and says. "Wouldn't happen to know a way around 'em, would ya?" Of course, Syhn being lost in the appearance of the city, ignores his friend's request. He continues to remind himself of the landscape. They are on the main street that leads straight from the East Gate to the castle of Rost Oznore IV. "This way." He delcares as he rushes through the crowd. Unlike Myt, or most of the city, Syhn is rude when it came to getting what he wants. And he wants through, he grabs Myt's hand and shoves their way through to Shnet.

Syhn notices people parting in the crowd a little ways off so he heads that way. There is a less chance of a fight if he stops pushing people. He makes his way quickly to the opening where as then Myt calls out to someone in the crowd. "Shnet! Over here!" He waves energetically. A young girl dressed in an overly designed shirt, along with a pair of plain shorts and sandles, came running over. "What took you so long? I had to give our seats away." She says leaning over, catching her breath. "Gave 'em away for candy, no doubt?" Myt chuckles slightly, though also showing a bit of irritation in his voice. She put her fist firmly on her hips and gives an angry look. "No! ... maybe.. yes." She crosses her arms and looks away sadly, Myt laughs then hugs her to make her feel better.

"It's starting!" Syhn is speaking of the wedding taking place. The son of Oznore and the daughter of Alkiari are to marry, bringing together both nations. One king wishes to extend the land for war and the other wishes for his son to be happy. But the son and daughter agreed to marriage out of love for one another and their people. Syhn knew all this because he is close friends with Yamen Schizebell, the prince soon to marry. Yamen is only but a few years older than Syhn and they have spent many years together before the king found out and separated them due to blood line differences. But they would often meet in a secret place to check up on things.

Syhn grabs Myt and Shnet's hands and takes off into the crowd. Only seconds past before they make it to the front. Yamen and his soon to be wife, Lylian, are walking down the steps of the grand castle of Oznore. Syhn waves excitedly, Yamen is his best friend along with Myt and Schnet. "Yamen! Look at her! You're one lucky guy!" Syhn whistles loudly, a few people next to him cover their ears. Yamen smiles and waves to Syhn. "Friend of yours, dear?" Lylian leans in to ask her soon to be husband. "My best friend, Lylian. I was there to see him into this world." Yamen smiles in reply.

Suddenly Syhn can see no more. The torches that lit the roads and the stairs to the castle blew out. Words of concern spread through the crowd as rapid tapping of metal feet grow louder and louder. He reaches out for Myt or Shnet, calling their names. But no response, only the drowning sound of the crowd's squabbling concerns as they grow louder. What seems only a few minutes after, light is brought back to his eyes. He looks up at the sky, for everyone near him was doing the same. But before he did this he notices that the metal tapping were the guards going to surround the royal families.

Glad that Yamen is safe he notices a shining glint in the sky. The light became bright for one second then hurls down at the streets. What seems a dozen people vanish quickly into a gigantic fireball. All that is left is a crater in the ground. Several others come quickly after it, destroying some buildings. One attempts to strike the castle but a barrier of green light blankets over Castle Oznore and the fireball vanishes. A giant green crystal rested at the top of the castle, it is the heart of the city. It protects all those in the castle. And the king would allow peasants in if there were any danger. It is large enough to hold 70% of the city's people. And speaking of, the King comes running out with a few royal guards. He calls out to his people as they scurry about. "Everyone! Please, everyone calm yourselves! Came to the castle! Allow the Crystal of Onex protect you." He is then escorted back into castle by the guards.

Yamen whistles for two guards to escort his wife into the castle with his father. She refuses at first but quickly gives in when he kisses her. "I must protect my kingdom." He then unsheathed his sword and takes off into the crowd as they ran toward the castle, away from landing airships. What seems hundreds of soldiers come marching out of the airships. Seven aircrafts and at least several dozen soldiers to each craft. Syhn runs to Yamen's side. There is a distinct height difference, Yamen stands almost six inches taller. "I guess there's no point in talking you out of fighting?" Yamen speaks in a casual voice to Syhn. "Nope." Syhn responds, instantly. And as if that word was cue for Oznore's soldiers they come rushing out of the castle and from all the streets and alleyways. The invaders were surrounding by Oznore's soldiers. A few hundred to several thousand.