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by Mid on Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:28 pm
A month prior to present day:
"Sir! I have the report." said a meek girl with overly large glasses, that fell off her nose quite often. Quietly, she waited for a sign to continue as the wind blew her blonde pigtails back. Nervous green orbs flickered frequently between the Commander and the Lake Bewrou in front of them. It was one of the largest lakes in the area, once contained by Dark Mist. The water, usually a dark green, was far more blue then what would be considered normal. A group of Elite Mages were forcing most of their mana into the lake, each chanting a smell of Recovery in sync.
The man in charge nodded, his cold blue eyes focused on the event before him, observing every detail. Adjusting her glasses, the girl read aloud from a clipboard in her hands, "Currently the extraction is at 97%. It shouldn't be too long for the recovery to take place. However, it's taking a strain on our Mag--" She jumped as he held his hand up, the man terrified her, as a loud bang rang throughout the clearing, scattering what remaining brave animals remained.
The young scholar followed his eyes, and cried out in shock. The lake was now gone, having been replaced by a large, gaping, hole. Around it were the remains of their once Elite Mage; drained until their skin hung pathetically from their skeletons, completely bare. Overcome with fear, the girl's knees bucked beneath her and she fell to the ground, causing her glasses to fall off. "W-what is this? Th-they're dead! All dead!"
"Hmph... earlier then was expected?" The man spoke without a shred of remorse. A strong breeze swept through, causing black strands to fly away from his face. "That, Enya, is Arcadian treasure." A smirk formed on his face as he watched the giant blue Crystal hover gently above the crater; two shadows could be seen within the Crystal.
“What shall we do, Commander?” asked a quiet voice. The person was completely cloaked, hidden from view with a voice barely recognizable.
With a bark of a laugh, he spoke "Retrieve the prize... and do not touch the bodies." He meant the dead ones.
With a quirk nod, the figure spoke, “As you wish.” Taking out a rather long sword, the masked person walked forward as Namel watched with an bemused smirk. A group of men strode forward in light blue armor, baring the Arcadian symbol: a white swan. The scholar watched as they approached the crystal as fear grew in her stomach. And with good reason, she screamed when a deceased Mage stirred causing Namel to laugh and lean forward eagerly, "So they're finally awake? Excellent."
Arcadia, present time:
People were gathering from all of Arcadia in hope of renewal. Maybe, if they prayed hard enough then the Goddess will hear them and maybe, their Crystal will be restored. All hotels were booked, and people were even camping out in the streets waiting for tonight's events to unfold. It was a day to be recokned with and many people were gitty with excitement.
A young girl twitched the laces of her hood frequently, nervous of the plan they had set for tonight. Anything could go wrong. She was waiting for her contact to appear and wondering where her companion had run off too. He always seem to disappear from her sights.
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