Áz - The Battlefield

Age of Sin. Year 1027. The end of the dusk took over the sky in the horizon ahead, the weak rays of sun that passed between the trees together with the silence of the insects and animals of the forest left everything in full and absolute silence. A painter faced with that forest could find a striking inspiration of late autumn, if it weren't for the sound of two people running between the trees desperately for their lives everything would be perfect... Or would there also be beauty in that scenario? Only the Paint Lord and great painters perhaps knew the answer to that. Hand in hand with the other girl, at the front was what appeared to be a royal guard, wearing light metallic armor in gray clothes with a long sword attached to the scabbard at her waist, a young woman with white, half-tanned skin with long black hair. who looked to be about 20 years old was running for his life. Being pulled by her as a younger girl, she would appear to be about 17 years old with her curly hair and

Ba-dump… Ba-dump… Something was knocking, that she knew for some reason and thanks to that she managed to wake up little by little, waking up she noticed her closed eyes were bothered with a glint on her eyelids, could they have died? Was it all a dream maybe...? It would be too good to be true, soon the pain in her shoulder, as well as the pain in her left arm, returned to torment her. Opening her eyes she noticed that everything was kind of clear in white color and a green light came from a nearby wall, coming to herself she saw Illye clinging to her, she seemed already awake and all that light was her active barrier around them. Was his authority functioning normally again? That was a gift- — Noell! You woke up... Finally! — With a clear joy in her voice despite her state where she had to create barriers being injured Illye spoke to her. — Where are we...? — Noell asked, looking around. What she could mostly see was water, like a sea below the ground whose rivers of water fell

South of the Continent, North of the Salt Desert. Nothing made sense. When after so much pain he was finally freed from that cursed place, he was told that a lot of time had passed, and now what would he do? Who would know what to do? He didn't even know. After starting to fly towards the City of Azzaria, told by Illye which seemed to be the closest city to Aven'Nath Deep, Kamaell passed over a forest a few hours ago at high speed. He had already passed through there, probably, the forest that was once clear full of trees and leaves with shades of orange now looked dark and full of huge dry trees with no apparent life. Time seemed to be cruel to everyone, not just him. Nothing looked the same, nothing else looked the same as before. The young woman in his arms, known as Noella or Noell according to Illye, seemed to be fast asleep, even with the sound of the wind rushing past them she had no sign of waking up. The muscles in his body were almost torn apart from doing something they

Capital of Aggron, Dellaria, Silver Palace.A Colored Palace was the second symbol of a kingdom's power. A kingdom could only be considered a true "kingdom" if it possessed one of the Throne of the Seven Colors, so around it the rest in the eyes of many were just remnants fighting for power, with no right to any choice on the continent.From unknown times when the Thrones came into being, the place that contained them was called a palace. The palaces were defined by their magnitude, normally it was the tallest and widest building in the kingdom and with the passage of time in addition to the residence of the royal family it became the place where all the administration of the kingdom took place in every way it could be considered a of the pillars of a kingdom.The Silver Palace itself was not made of Silver, but the Silver Throne within it emitted an aura that over time changed the color of the entire palace to an almost white silver hue, just as all the other Thrones did with their r

South of Aggron, Callua City. At a guard post near the south gate of the city of Callua, a girl in a dusty red dress was slumped over a bench, sweat was running down her forehead and neck, her once tidy hair now looked more like a cat's nest. tied by a cyan colored ribbon. Beneath her closed eyes, large dark circles spread across her face, with an equally exhausted expression she rested as long as she could, which wasn't much. A guard approached her carrying a brown leather bag, such a guard looked at the girl with pity and even then he couldn't do anything for her, she told them she didn't want any escort so she wouldn't be disturbed despite being dangerous. — Miss Laylla. Here are the groceries you ordered from me. — The guard commented with extreme calm as he offered her the bag. Opening her eyes quickly Laylla looked in his direction and took the brown bag, opening it she checked everything inside and then closing the bag and hanging it on her back she got up slowly. Further