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Prologue

he Nalivian, or Goddesses, mothers of all that was created by their pure strength and love, sisters by sisters, explored the newborn universe and set to work on the world they encountered. They brushed and painted the skies and its stars, turning it into an atmosphere being. A millenia has passed, and their work is still an everlasting progress. One of the sisters out of twenty-two, the youngest Mother; Na'levine The Pure, set out to the midst left of the Saggitarius Galaxy to shape her new masterpiece. That alone would now be called Navelon, mountain by mountain, tree by tree, vast oceans connecting continent's borders, she raised thousands of pure crystallized landscapes, a truly unimaginable sight and art. The fifteenth sister, Mother Velera The Cosmic, who was neighborly crafting the two moons of Navelon, set out to devastate Navelon out of jealousy and envy, and eventually tried to destroy Navelon completely. Noticing her furious attempt to destroy Na'levine's own creation, she sought out help from her other sisters for support to stop the raging of sister Velera The Cosmic. Due to the law of creation that binds the sisters from harming the trinity of their creations, Velera has another plan than her direct action.

By the next two billion years, Velera's creation of the two neighboring moons is now complete, through time she begins planting the inhabitants of her new moons. By the next twenty million years, it became civilized, known as the Eledar, inhabited the second moon known as Foria.

Chapter I

e were sworn to protect the Mana Esprit, as our great ancestry did, and our past generation. We battled the Orcus to gain our independent. United as a civilization, we became dominant. Under one Majestic banner, we became an army. With a symphony, we became a country.
Peace and prosperity. A common setting for such Majestic Kingdom. However, betrayal is amongst us. Lusting for superiority, and power, there are those who would beg to differ from protecting the Mana Esprit. As our mother's will who created us for that sole purpose. War eradicated as our own brethren slay upon each other, lusting for power, abolition of friendship, and disregarding of trust.
The First Eledar Civil War.

Upon a beautiful afternoon. A young figure, not too tall, nor too short, brushing his vibrant hair with a slow sensual smoothing performance with his delicate hand, giving his chess board a focused glance.
"What is your opinion?"
As the young gentleman directed his purple iris upon the voice. "Why should an individual fight for one man who set his family upon annihilation?"
"I understand your grievance, but this isn't a fight for that man, but a fight for our kindship!" Returned the opposite voice, as he lean forward to the chess table, making his move. The illumination dawning upon his face from the ceiling, shading its texture with brighter color. Showing the true passive of the Eledar, the man seemed as if he is in his thirties, but a similar yet complex texture of his face preventing it to be so. "Fight for me, and I shall grant your right of repositioning your former military rank."
"A kind offer." Replied the young man, with a curved line of a smile traveling from one side of his mouth to the next. "You are a kind friend, Eodor. However, I have no interest in the war."
"Do not bluff with me, Terris. I have known you since childhood, as your mother took me in since orphanage, and I have been looking after you like an older brother until . . .-" A sudden pause from Eodor, recollecting his thought.
"Until my mother and father were murdered by the Orcus during the siege?" Terris finishes off. "Because our king refused to support the southern villages?!" With a furious attitude, he made his next move.
"Checkmate."
"How did you-"
Eodor rose up. "As you can see, my brethren, your anger distracted you from the main course of the dish." He then walk over to Terris's chair, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "Do not let your anger or grievance guide you. Realize the full logic of this war. This isn't about who's ordering who, but it's about preventing the abuse of the gift of our ancestor."
Terris looking up to his shoulder. "I told you that I have no interest in-"
"Yes you do. No, we do."
"What do you mean by we?"
"You and I both know that the Mana Esprit offer something special."
"I thought you said your intention was to preserve it?-"
"My intention was to change." Eodor replied with a swift answer, then walking back to his seat, crossing his leg.
"Change?" The young Eledar question his superior brethren with curiosity.
"Instead of preserving the power for absolutely nothing. How about we take the chance to use it? Make a better change to the world!" Taking the wine cup that was left on top of the chess table, waving it lightly around the center of his chest. "Our society needs a change."
"You're talking about treason."
"Treason you say? Not in particular. Just acceptance." Eodor taking a sip of the wine. "Delicious!"
"Is our society not friendly enough, for you to start speaking about acceptance?"
"Terris, you possessed magic since birth. If any of these news gets out to the public, you're surely going to be executed."
"But I have not used any when we fought the Orcus." Terris scrambled the chess pieces in exasperation.
"For how long? Until our distant cousins from the west start to storm the city with their magic power? Then what will you do? How will you fend off against those magic users?" Eodor chuckled, putting his wine cup down as seeing Terris's terrified expression. "Sooner or later, the truth shall be revealed, and you will be executed, Captain Terris Mastrillia."
"What is the plan?" Terris glared.
"I'm glad that we have come to an agreement. You see, I am no where in possession of magical power, the only thing I have is this little humble mind of mine that led thousands of men and women into battles. I am here to make an acceptance, first and foremost to the king, so that he can find the benefit of having magic users into his army." Eodor taking another sip of his wine. "And The Mothers knows."
Terris for a second, deep in trance, convinced, but not quite though he asked another question, "What if the king refused?"
"He won't."
"How can you be so certain?"
"Trust me, with the state of the war that is going on, he won't. Either way, I shall take my leave." He gets up once more, packing his military coat. "It's frigid today. It was a nice game, Terris."
As Eodor about to make his way to the exit, Terris tapped his shoulder, making him turned around. "How about another game?"
"I thought you'd never ask."

The dim light of dawn stirred Marie from her brief rest from the abyssmal sight of the medical section in a military camp. As she opens up her eyes, spotting the nearest injured soldier, she quickly rushed to his side, bandaging his wounds. Blood and gut spilling all around her as the medical staff brings back more soldiers that was injured during battles.
The wounded soldier looking up to Marie with a bitter look on his face. "Thank you . . . Major-"
"Save your breath and spirit to recover, as myself does not deserve any praise from my fellow soldiers." Marie replied, as she sealed the huge cut that was found upon the soldier's colar bone area.
"But Major, you saved us all!" The wounded soldier struggling to inhale more breath. "Without you, none of us would be having the will to fight for our life!"
"While that is true, but save it for your well being, it makes my job easier. Regardless, I can definitely see how grateful everyone are to me, and therefore, I bid my thank." As she finishes up sealing the wound of one soldier, she jumped to the next one. Overworking herself as a cleric for the Majestic Army, day and night she tend to the wounded, as the complexity of the wounds gets harder and harder to heal with magical afflictions to the flesh and bones to her fellow soldiers. Marie exhaled to recover her spirit as well. For the moment, she noticed a soldier figure walking up to her, with no armor to wear, but a long scarf wrapping around his chest.
"Major!"
"What is it, messenger? I'm busy." She turns back to the wounded.
"Major, we just lost Onibrium to the enemy!"
"Such ill news you bring, messenger. What is the casualties?"
"We haven't got the chance to calculate yet, our army is still in the middle of retreating."
"Our king is still being ignorant about taking advantage of magic users. Such news should be expected, unless that man have reached enlightenment to understand our current fate. This isn't about an orthodox religion, it's a war!" A firm, and tight grip upon the bandages to hold off the bleeding. "Thank you for your news, messenger, you're dismissed."
"Yes ma'am!" The messenger made a brief salute, and ran off to his next destination. As he is making his way through the exit, he spotted another victim that fell to the loss of Onibrium. A female, who is laying down on the stretcher, having a bloodied wound on her right shoulder. The female soldier silently glare at the messenger as he passed by with her gleaming red iris, putting grudge and regret into the vision that she sent the message itself into the eyes of the stranger who passed by her. Without saying anything, he continued on with his mission.
After the medical staff placed her next patient on a bed, Marie looked and gazed upon the opposite glare directing toward her. "Levila?!" With surprise, she quickly rushed to the individual which who's name she placed upon with no time wasted. "By all living thing our Mother created! I didn't expect you to be in one of the casualties!"
"Well, I'm not dead yet, you know." With a glimpse of smile. "Please- argh! Hurry and tend to my wound, I need to go back to Jumus and station the retreating army there-"
"Colonel, you are not going anywhere with those wounds." Marie interrupted.
"Do not question my authority, woman."
"As long you are in this medical quarter, the authority is mine, sister."
"Tch! What an insolent fool!"
"Said the insolent elder. Either way, you are as useless to the morale if they were to see that you are injured. The men think that no sword can touch you, but look at you!"
"Nobody could outmatch me in a mortal combat, yes, that is true. However, those magic users enhance their blade and sliced through my sword!"
As Marie sealed up the jagged cut, she then questioned her spiritual sister with another matter: "Did you sent Eodor for Terris?"
"Of course. I am waiting for Colonel Nakajima to report in."
"Do you think our king would agree to this?"
"Well, considering if we lose Jumus, the capital is next. So my obvious guess is yes."
"I truly hope so." Slap lightly on Levila's wound. "My, aren't you quite the lady? I can smell the beautiful perfume even after you bathed in blood!"
"I am a lady, you know." Brushing her smooth curly blond hair with her free hand.
"Who are you hitting on, sister?" Marie giggled.
"It is none of your concern, you little cat!"

Chapter II

Several days after the visit of Colonel Eodor Nakajima, Terris sit silently next to his circular window, viewing the kind view that the villages in the south offers him. Being a war veteran during the war against the Orcus, the only reason why he recalled himself to stay in the village because of the vision he saw during the war and yet to see again, except this time, it will be against his kin. Gather as much opportunity he can to breathe the peaceful air around his house, Terris looked at the sky with yonder thoughts. With an instant interruption, a familiar knock input from his door, Terris answered: "Come on in, Eodor. This little house has always welcomed your presence, it's a little less lonely when you're here anyway."
"Thy bring good news to ye." As Eodor open the door and enters the house, he waved his military ceremonial hat with a following salute. "You are now back in action, Captain."
A brief sigh coming out from Terris, and for the first time he smiled after the death of his parents. "You always do things without my consent, brother."
"Of course it was by your consent, why else would you let me enter anyway?" Eodor chuckled. "I can tell that you are happy that the king gave up his pride to win this war."
"I already knew that without you telling me, fool."
"So, are you ready to go back with me and fight this war together?"
"Do I even have a choice? Haha!" A slight sarcasm coming from Terris, as he gets up.
"Looks like we're on the same page of the book, little brother." Eodor turned to the direction of his chariot, "Hey you! Bring me in the Captain's uniform!"
"Yes sir!" The commanded guards hurried inside the chariot, scrambling through the bag. As soon he found the uniform for Terris, he quickly rushed into the house, saluting the Colonel on his way, then gave Terris his uniform.
As Terris inspected the uniform before taking it into his arm, he commented, "A fine fabric."
"I picked those for you, I thought to give you some decoration before returning to duty. Now, here is your sword." Eodor handed the officer sword over to Terris.
The first thing that Terris noticed about the sword was, that it has strange features over the normal swords that was commissioned to soldiers from the war that he fought four years ago. "I have never seen such details for such weapons before."
"As you can see, just as soon that the king is convinced that magic is needed to win this war, he created a new branch in the military. That branch is called the Majestic Sentinel." Eodor replied with haste. "Now quickly, from now on you are stationed with me in Jumus. We're making our final stand there. If it fails, then the Shalier Army will send about seven divisions into the capital."
"Our final frontline, I see?"
"It's all on you now."
As he is getting ready to exit the house, Terris turned over to the shrine of his deceased parents, and gave them his final goodbye, "Mother, father, brother Eodor and I shall preserve the peace to our unified nation as you once did. May our Mother watch over us."
The young Captain walked out from his dear home, and the village that he isolated himself in for so long.

Over the few days of journey to the fortress of Jumus, a long, yet redundant pathway that strained the mind of the veteran Captain, awaiting for any following ambushes that is going to take place as an obstacle to his destination. Terris, while sitting inside the traveling chariot, opened the curtain for the fresh and illuminatic view from the chariot's dark shell.
Sharing the same chariot as Terris, Eodor realized his brother's anxiety, "Lusting for war?"
"Not in particular, we can never be too carefree." Terris placed his palm on his right cheek while leaning against the curtain. "I truly don't want to fight this war, to be honest. But if I don't volunteer, our home will be ravaged by the flame of war itself."
"Regret?"
"Not really. A pleasure to serve my sense of justice."
"Sense of justice?"
"Indeed, you are right about changes. However, how far will that lead us? It's a mystery if you tell me, if we change one thing, a whole chain reaction will occur. The world that we used to know will never be the same. I am curious, I like to see the shrouded shadow before reaching the sunlight, or is it eternal void that I might reach?" Terris gazed at his sword. "For example, this sword, the symbol that our society in desperation has gave up their root, and their loyalty to orthodoxy in order to survive. It is called adaptation. A common humanoid flexibility to live." Terris lifted the curtain a little higher to take a peek in anxious whether or not they have arrived at Jumus yet.
"We will arrive at Jumus by dusk." Eodor offered Terris a cup of wine. "Liquor?"
"I see." Terris fondled his hair, and then took possession of the wine cup, offered by Eodor. "Thank you-"
For the quickest reflex, Eodor jumped up and handled Terris by placing his palm on top of the young Captain's head. "Terris, get down!" As Eodor pulled Terris down, spilling the wine cup on the floor of the chariot, he then hear whistling of arrows flying and penetrated through the window of the chariot. "By the love of our Mother, we are being ambushed! Quickly, we must get out of the chariot and find cover!"
Terris tried to reach for his sword, as he was about to reach the holster, an arrow came flying and pierced through his wrist. "Agh!" As he struggling through an extreme pain, holstering himself from panicking, Terris has finally reached for his sword, as he catches up with Eodor hiding behind a huge rock, making shelter.
"Bloody valiant! We have lost four men!" After drawing out his sword, Eodor stood up and waved at his escort unit to rally with him. Finally, there were only sixteen soldiers remaining. Without hesitation, Eodor ordered his men to make a phalanx in front of him, covering the projectiles with their shield. "Lancers! Hold position!" Then, Eodor turned to Terris, posing him a question about his wound, "Can you still fight?"
"This is nothing, get me a piece of cloth to seal the bleeding after I take out the arrow."
Eodor hurried and ripped out a piece of cloth from his shirt, and as Terris yanked out the arrow from his wrist, blood poured. Terris quickly grabbed the piece of cloth, placing pressure on top of the bleeding, awaiting for Eodor to help him to tie up the wound. As soon the treatment is finished, Terris stood up, ordering the troops to stand back. "Gentlemen, change your position to cover my posterior." Terris then walked to the frontline of raining arrows flying toward his direction, at the same time, he raised his uninjured arm while holding the sword to the air, and without chanting, he summonded a prismatic sphere shielding his frontierior, immuning to any flying projectiles coming at him and his brethren. Taking note of the advantage at hand, Eodor ordered his troops to carry out the bows from their inventory, and started to counter the ambusher. The fighting raged on for another twenty minutes or so, as Terris grown tired due to blood loss, and defueling the prismatic shield, he quickly withdrawl himself from the battlefield, as seeing the enemy's sinister ambusher fleeing after suffering their own casualties.
"We got them." Said Eodor, calmly. "Now we must take you back to the chariot, and salvage any sort of medical herbs that we can to heal that wound of yours. Quick, we can only make it out alive during dusk." Eodor grabbed Terris by his arm, and carried him on his shoulder to the chariot, while multitasking, giving his soldiers to salvage from the dead, and finding medical cure for his spiritual brother.
"Brother. . .-" Terris looking over to Eodor as he is being carried.
"Rest up, you did well."
"What about our men?"
"They are the best of the best, the Majestic Guardians, they are trained for this and the aftermath. Do not worry, my brother."
"I . . . see. . ." Consuming too much energy, and loosing too much blood, Terris went unconcious.

Chapter III

t was a dark void of frozen time and space, as Terris continued drifted within his slumber. While exploring his unconciousness, he noticed voices afflicting through his mind as if it was a thunderstorm. Awoken to the noise, he turned and look around, trying to relocate his mind to the world. As it progressed, he soon realized a familiar face, Eodor.
"Fine slumber? You're missing out the action!" Eodor chuckled, sharpening his sword, "Shall I help you get up? Or would you rather remain the bed until the war is over?"
"Damn your sarcasm and your whore mouth," Terris raised his arm, making his decision, "Now hurry with your foolishness!"
Eodor reached out his hand and pulled Terris up, along the path he threw over Terris's uniform, handling it to him, "Quickly now, the king want to talk to you."
"The king? Why me of all the fine marshalls?"
"Because you were a war hero during the fight against the Orcus two years ago, remember?"
"I do not recall such memory besides a survival instinct."
"You silly old fool, during the campain on Constampelis, we were outnumbered and our reinforcement were stranded in Imenus and your heroic action; consisted of carrying the king's banner, an iconic symbol of hope to our people, you held off the attack until the reinforcement were able to come. Now hurry, brother, the king wishes for your presence." Eodor leads Terris out from the hospital, proceeding themselves to see the king of the Majestic Kingdom.

"Eodor Nakajima, Colonel of the 4th Guardian Legion, presence." Eodor reaching out his arm, saluting to the king. Following up by Terris,"Terris Mastrillia, former Captain of the 4th Guardian Legion, presence." Terris saluted the king, stiffing up his body.
"Ah, isn't it the hero of Constampelis, Captain Mastrillia of the 4th Guardian Legion. Come, at ease my young soldiers." The king lifted his gracious hand, commanding them to come closer. "Do not refer me by just 'The King', but rather, something pleasant to your ears, as a friend. How about King Vastra, eh?"
Eodor, with a quick bow with his head, "Your majesty, we cannot refer you in such manner, as we are unworthy."
"But I have deemed you two the worthiness to lead my army." The king gesturing himself to a bow, within astonishing surprise, all of the guards bowed their heads as well. "Eodor, you shall rise as Marshal of the 4th Guardian Legion with 100,000 men. Terris, above all, you shall have the honor of becoming the Marshal of the 1st Sentinel Legion with 22,000 men. Now, go and assemble the army and discuss your fine plan of defending Jumus. The hope of the Majestic Kingdom is within your leadership."
"Yes, your majesty." The two newly declared Marshals replied. Then, Terris and Eodor headed out to meet up with their new unit.
"Hey, Terris, how is your wound?" Eodor asked in concern before Terris goes back to battle.
"Such thing does not exist in my body anymore." Terris said with a chuckle, "Do not take me as a child, brother."
"Then I shall see you at dusk? Make time for your men. I'm hearing that the enemy are striking by two more days after they are reinforced by two more brigades." Eodor then point to the Infirmary Quarter, "You might want to return to that place, there are someone who want to see you."
"Making haste, I shall." Terris ran to the Infirmary Quarter, only to find old friendship being reunited.
Out from the hospital, a lively and pleasant voice ran through Terris' ears like a flute singing through the woods.
"Terris!" Marie exclaimed, and waving her hands, "My goddess beloved, it is you!"
Terris turned to Marie's direction, "Marie! How long has it been, sister, two years?" Spreading his arms out, reaching to Marie, giving her a warm hug to celebrate their reunion.
"Indeed it has been," Marie invited Terris over, "Come on inside the hospital with me, Levila want to see you."
"She is here as well?" Terris asked in surprise.
"Well, aparently she was injured during the last battle before her brigade retreated back to Jumus, and now she ended up here." Marie stopped at the door to the private room, "Now, proceed in without me, I must attend to other patients."
"Will do my dear." Terris proceeds into the room. After he entered, he noticed a lady with long blonde hair, sitting up on her bed, feeling comfortable enough to lean her back to the wall, while reading a huge map that veiled her face.
"Who dares bothers me from my planning?" Levila asked without paying attention to her surroundings.
"Your newly Commanding Officer, Miss Kakunojo." Said Terris, while leaning besides the corner of the door, crossing his arms.
Levila looked up with surprise in her face, "Oh dear, why my apologies, sire- wait, is that . . . Terris! My goodness it is you!" As quickly as she could, the feminine soldier stood up, running to Terris and held him in her fragile embrace with tears, "I cannot believe it, I've missed you!"
"Indeed my dear Levila. Surpassing my rank haven't you? Colonel it seems?"
"Why, of course Captain Terris, I-"
"Marshal Terris now, my dear."
"Marshal?" Levila said with a stuttering face, staring widely at Terris.
"Indeed, the king called me and Eodor in and promoted us to command the 4th Guardian and the newly 1st Sentinel brigade."
"Why, yes, how silly of me not to notice, as you see that we were beaten to pulp on the last battle."
"Say no more, it will change, I promise."
"Will we have enough strength? I heard the enemy are leading over 900,000 men to skirmish against us at Jumus."
"How much do you have now?"
"About 26,000 men."
"I have another 22,000. Eodor has 100,000. The few other marshals only have combined of 280,000. Even still, we only have a combined forces of 428,000. We are greatly outnumbered." Said with a calm voice, Terris brushed his hair, walking toward the window and stare at the beautiful view of the ruby sky. Without saying anything for the longest time- long enough to worry Levila to start losing hope. At that moment, Terris turned around and look at her, "But I have a plan."
With hope shining to her face, Levila rushed quickly to Terris, combining her gentle hands to his, "You never cease to surprise me, Terris."
"Have I now? Well, the past is the past. Who knows that I might be rusty right now with these outdated battle plan of mine. Hahaha!" Terris placed his hands on Levila's shoulder, pushing her gently back to her bed, "You should rest up from those injuries, I need your strength as much as I did two years ago."
While laying down, Levila looked up at Terris, as he starts to leave, "I will always remain loyal to you, Marshal."
"Just call me Terris. You are an old friend, dear Levila. Now, do the kingdom a favor and rest up." Without saying anything else further, Terris proceed on exiting the room.
Levila looking at Terris as he leave, while during that temptation she wanted to confess something in her mind but yet, the urgency state of the kingdom does not require any further interception, she relinquished herself, and then tilted her head upward and looking up at the ceiling, "I've always . . . " Saying nothing further, she fell asleep.

At dusk, Terris arrived by the warcamp stationed behind Jumus. Thus, Eodor begins his strategy of prevailing the upcoming battle,
"I shall take 70,000 men with me to take route behind their lines. Dividing 30,000 to your command to help supporting the defense in Jumus." Eodor said while placing his fingers; anchoring his chin, making him looking like a wise man.
Terris then strike a question, "I assume that Marshal Glodio, Marshal Deva, and Marshal Fauler will be assisting my unit regarding the defense of Jumus?"
"Absolutely, brother. The jurisdiction is yours. You are the Commanding Marshal of this operation."
"What about you, brother? How will you make behind the enemy line unoticed?"
"I shall lead my men before dawn. Of course, the far journey that the enemy took in order to rally their massive army might psychologically strain them, therefore, they must be resting."
"It does not mean that they doesn't have any scouting unit."
"Do not worry, I have sent a few spies in order to take care of the scouts. Now, if you'd excuse me, I must lead my men if I want to make it before the cover or night goes away. You should meet up with the three Marshals and continue polishing your defense." Eodor grabbed his sword from the nearby chair. "Also, I will be taking Marie with me."
"What need do you have for her?"
"She knows this land better than I, and of course, leading us to the safest route."
"Ah, of course. Take care now." Terris saluted to his spiritual brethren, placing his fist to his heart, and then raising out his hand. Without saying anything else further, he proceed on entering Jumus to meet up with the three other Marshals.

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