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</a>​</div><div style="text-align: left">How many <b>years</b> had it beenâ?¦?<br/>
Where does the story of old begin, and where does it <b>end</b>â?¦?​</div><div style="text-align: center">Oh noble <b>knights</b>, where have thou goneâ?¦?<br/>
With the world <b>asunder</b> and the people sufferingâ?¦​</div><div style="text-align: right">Where is the <b>light</b>â?¦?​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">â??</span> T<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦â?¦â?¦...â?¦</span>h<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦...â?¦â?¦â?¦</span>e<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦......â?¦...â?¦â?¦â?¦	</span>M<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦...â?¦â?¦â?¦</span>y<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦â?¦...â?¦â?¦	</span>t<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦â?¦â?¦...â?¦	</span>h <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">â??</span>​</div><i><div style="text-align: left">In the world of Marosia...​</div>...the kingdom, Elzier, is said to be at the very center. Beautiful as it was, every kingdom is said to contain a tragedy. For this kingdom, the fell came in the form of the simplest fact of the lust for power, and the betrayal from within. The Elzierian army had the four strongest knights to lead it, branching off into their own elements, but together, they were undefeatable. The Queen had given them each an area to govern, so that they would return to her to with a report of the lands around them.<br/>
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To the North was the Youngest Knight, said to have reached up into the heavens and brought down judgment upon those who had sinned in the form of destructing light. Stretching towards the South was the Female Knight, igniting the flame of justice that was said to reside within the heart of all in Elzier. To the West resided the Eldest Knight, protecting the Elves with the winds that many believed to carry the voices and spirits of Elzier. Spanning towards the East stood the Cardinal Knight, soothing the world with the healing waters that gave life and health. Together, they were the four pillars of Elzier and, in essence, the world. But just like any platform that was held up by pillars, they were doomed to the greatest weakness, for they would fall if not united.<br/>
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The King of Darkness had known this, thus he had gone after one that had been predicted to have the weakest of hearts among the four. No one knew how he had lured the Cardinal Knight, a great hero that no one had expected to betray them. They said that the susceptible mind he possessed allowed the King to lure him with the promise of power and leadership. This knight was said to be of the blackest of heart that had been already lurking in the shadows, caving into the Kingâ??s will and immediately joining that side. They say he was so ugly and sickening that no one could gaze upon him without feeling the darkness eat away at their sanity.<br/>
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On the night that the Queen had been assassinated, the story went as thus. The Cardinal Knight had joined in the usual meeting of the four knights, reporting to the Queen of Light about the situations of the world. A beloved son-like figure and savior of the Queen from a previous war, he had been trusted to near her in any way or form. Something that they had realized been the hardest form of betrayal. Wrapping his arms around someone they thought he saw as a mother, the Cardinal Knight drove the dagger of darkness deep into her body, corroding the light that resided from within. The Amulet of Marosia flared to life and exploded, sending four pieces into the scatters of the world. At the same time, the Queen was said to have fallen with a scream that pieced all that was within range to hear.<br/>
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Another version was that when the Amulet had scattered, the King of Darkness reached out his hand and caught one of the pieces like a ball thrown at him, a stream of light flaring beyond his hand, even though he had caught the main object that the light had been designated for. The magic flared, and any lower being without as much power would have been destroyed. Four lights that flared outwards to the corners of the world, leading them to where they might be able to find the shard of the Amulet. Even the three knights did not know fully where the shards were; just a general direction that the lightâ??s path showed them. But even if they found it, the question remains on those who still believe them, lips; of which the three knights was pure enough to wield part of the Amulet? <br/>
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As for the Queen? Her body flared into a glow of light, and they said that as she died, her body clung to the boy that she had raised by her own hands, only to be killed by his. What she had said to him, or had done, was left to be a secret that only the Queen of Light and the <b>Treacherous</b> Knight to know.<br/>
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But the truthâ?¦well, only those who had been within the room, the Queen, King, and knights, knew what had truly happenedâ?¦ what had trulyâ?¦<br/>
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<div style="text-align: right">destroyed and collapsed the world.​</div></i><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#404080">â??</span> T<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦â?¦â?¦...â?¦</span>h<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦...â?¦â?¦â?¦</span>e<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦â?¦â?¦â?¦......â?¦...â?¦â?¦â?¦	</span>T<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦...â?¦â?¦â?¦</span>a<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦â?¦...â?¦â?¦	</span>l<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">â?¦â?¦â?¦...â?¦	</span>e <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#404080">â??</span><br/>
<i><b>Book One -</b> The First Shard</i>​</div><br/><b>â??Youâ??re full of shit, you drunk.â?</b>a sharp voice came through the enchanting tale. The small woman that stood barely over five feet one, reached over the barâ??s counter and pulled the drink away from the manâ??s grasp. She knew she shouldnâ??t have gave him so much to drink, but he had a charming way of getting people to do what he wanted.<br/><br/>A sinful stretch of lips pulled into a lopsided smirk, as dulled blue eyes gaze at the woman.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??Why, Dearâ?¦Iâ??m just telling everyone here the story of what <i>might</i> have happened.â?</span><br/><br/><b>â??Yes, <i>might</i>. Stop spouting nonsense though, as no one truly knows what had happened. Itâ??s bad luck to speak of such things in the pastâ?¦â?</b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??Pish-posh. If we donâ??t study the past, how will we know the reason for the â??nowâ??? Isnâ??t that right, buddy?â?</span>the drunkard turned to his left, speaking to the air. Naolin was known to speak to himself, drunk or not drunk, so it was always a mystery if he had been talking to a spirit that no one else could see, or if he truly had lost his mind.<br/><br/>In the corner of the tavern was a looming shadow, gazing over the necromancer, before observing who else was there. Travelers of all sorts came to this safe haven, as it had been situated in the further corner of Marosia. This area was known to only a few travelers as a neutral area, where even the King of Darkness avoided, as it was a small blip on the map. The only problem was that the bar owner, Sophia, allowed no one to stay for more than a night or two. No one, except Naolin and itself. But then again, it was part of Nao, so perhaps, the correct statement would be â??but Naolinâ??.<br/><br/>The blonde drunk snickered at the imaginary friend, before grabbing for the cup from Sophiaâ??s hand and took another drink. His dazed blue eyes gazing outwards to nowhere and everywhere, noticing a few groups of scattered people in the tavern this early day. The fact that he was drunk already by high noon, wasnâ??t a surprise.