[Character Concept] Vazy (vah-zee), Avenger of the Dispossessed

This is a character concept I had been developing for around a year based in the lore of GW2. With my recent departure from that game, I don't want to see this character fall into nothing. I understand that some names of lore won't make sense but I feel that the unedited version should be seen before any possible changes would be made to have it fit the lore for League. My experience with league (playing since 2009) and GW2 (playing since betas and ended with roughly 12000 hours logged) says that this character would have a place among the champions.

Please enjoy the story and I would love any feedback that anyone would have. (especially for lore conversion i.e. asura = yordles, margonite = darkin)

Thank you :D

Name: Vazy Nationality: Asael - Current day Crystal Dessert Occupation: Emperor of Asael (reign lasted from 3141 BE to 3131 BE) Age: 4485 (Stopped aging at 24 in 3131 BE) Hair: White Eyes: Blue Pet peeve: Dislikes when being bowed to

1: The First Frost A small city of an empire rests in the middle of an oasis, full of trees and flowing waterfalls. People walk around joyfully, unknowing of imminent dangers. The young emperor sits in his throne, watching over his people as ever growing anger forces him to ponder the current situation. There has been word of other empires approaching to take the land with force, having no intentions of peaceful compromise.

He knows his options are limited to defend his people, either surrender his empire and hope his people are spared, or fight. The military in the capital city are made up of volunteers who are not tempered in battle.

A servant comes to him, saying that his mother's illness is getting worse. There is no hope for her to receive help as long as the outer cities are under attack. His anger grows as he slams his fist into the throne, causing his fist to bleed. The servant worries for him, but eh assures her that he is fine.

Night has come and the emperor is struggling to sleep, he begins to hear voices and begins to follow. Passing by every room in the palace, he finds himself on the roof. There is a strange being before him, draped in white and giving off a dim glow. With an echoing voice, "the mists are prepared to save your empire if you are willing to comply."

Emperor: "what are you?"

Anomaly: "I am a herald for the mists, I am sent to offer the assistance of the mists should many lives be at stake."

The emperor ponders, if he doesn't accept help of this kind, his empire will fall. "What will it take to save my people?"

Anomaly: "In exchange for great sacrifice, the mists shall grant you power that may challenge the gods. You have until the time you wake up to make your decision."

After that statement, the emperor woke up. "Was this a dream?" A servant rushed to his room, out of breath and crying. The emperor asked what was wrong and the servant explained that his mother had passed. He jumped out of his bed and rushed to his mother's room. A crowd of servants weeping as they made a path for him to see. The emperor walked over and fell to his knees with tears falling down his face. "I did not know her illness was this bad." Someone in the back of the room states, "the mists came for her last night." A blue glow formed under his eyes. The emperor blacked out.

a screaming blizzard forms, rushing over the empire in an instant.

When the emperor woke up, he found himself surrounded by red ice, all he could hear were the screams of what seemed like everyone in the empire. He slowly picked himself up, wondering where the ice came from and where everyone was. As he looked out the window, he saw the city covered in snow. As he turned back towards the door, the anomaly stood before him. Its echoing voice spoke to him, "you were asleep for a few centuries, we did not anticipate this much power."

Emperor: "What do you mean? And it couldn't have been centuries, I would be dead."

Anomaly: "In time, we shall explain everything to you. But for now, judgement is to be passed on to you for your actions."

Emperor: "What did I do wrong?"

Anomaly: "You eradicated the civilization you were in charge of. It seems giving you power without a cap was simple trial and error, this will not happen with the next."

The emperor was in awe of the anomaly's statement. He has no idea of what happened and how it came to be. "I will stand trial for whatever actions I am guilty of, but before judgement, please tell me the fate of my mother."

Anomaly: "she became the sacrifice. She overheard our conversation and pulled me aside after I put you to sleep. She understood that by the time a doctor had the chance to see her, she would have already died."

The emperor became blank, only having a single tear fall down his face. The anomaly looked at him, "it appears judgement has come to an end, you are found guilty of your actions and your body shall serve time as a harbinger. You will serve one year for every hundred souls collected to the mists, approximately three thousand years. After your time is up, you are free to reclaim your body but are presented with the challenge of dealing with what situations it has been through."

The voice of the emperor became exhausted, having no emotion, depth, or sense of humanity. "What is a harbinger?"

Anomaly: "A task master of the mists, your body will be the first. Your body will be sent to help send humanity along, along with all of the good and bad that it takes to keep it going. You will stop wars, and make them happen."

Emperor: "And if I refuse?"

The emperor's vision goes black

Anomaly: "It's too late for that."

2: The Sleep

The emperor opens his eyes, seeing what seems to be a blurry desert. Days begin to pass by, a silhouette of a man appears. The days begin to accelerate as the silhouette moves. Other silhouettes appear and confront the first. The opposing begin to shiver but stronger ones seem to retaliate, fighting the first. Feathers begin to fall from its arms and the silhouette moves on, leaving the others behind unmoving. This repeats in process, but the number of opposing grow as the feathers turn to wings. Days pass by like seconds, the opposing silhouettes turn to armies and the wings now overlap.

The voice of the anomaly appears with its echoing tone, "your time with us is beginning to come to an end."

The emperor spoke, now with the same echoing as the anomaly, "what do you mean, all I did was black out. I was having a dream."

Anomaly: "Yes, and as you wake up you will notice that is was more of a nightmare."

Emperor: "Why is that?" The echoes are flat in no, having no sense of humanity remaining and exhausted.

Anomaly: "You will understand when you are ready to wake up. There are a few things I must discuss with you about what to expect. The world has changed and you will find yourself uncomfortable with what you see."

Emperor: "Tell me about what to expect, all I remember is being told my body will be used for your tasks."

Anomaly: "You will have all of your abilities that have been developed with your body, but you must control your anger. There has been no exploration as to how we may limit the destruction you cause other than not showing emotion."

Emperor: "What are emotions, I feel like I know what they are but no recollection of what they mean."

Anomaly: "Emotions are a way of showing how you are feeling. Now, continuing with what to expect. You have developed an extraordinary ability to self regenerate. It comes with your immortality. That being said, you are still human.....in a way."

Emperor: "And that means?"

Anomaly: "You can still get sick, get cut, break bones, and feel discomfort in temperatures."

Emperor: "So when I wake up, I am to fend for myself? And how will I know when I am ready to wake up?"

Anomaly: "I will make sure you have some sort of protection from yourself, the slightest sign of anger can change the climate. As for waking up, you will understand what I meant by nightmare. It will become clear to you when your body is at its final destination."

Emperor: "So that's it? I have no further questions except this, will you ever be around?"

Anomaly: "Yes and no, after this I must never contact you again. Though you might run into other harbingers. They will recognize you and might try to kiss up. The betas and alphas look up to you as their leader, the omega. In the sense of everything that has happened, please allow me to apologize.. for everything. This could have gone differently if we prepared for your situation better."

Emperor: "What situation, I do not remember anything, not even my name."

Anomaly: "I will find a history book for you. I cannot explain what happened to you. It seems your body is almost at the location, I leave you hear. Beware the thawing of your past, Vazy."

Just as the anomaly spoke his name, the blurred vision turned into a living nightmare. The skies were dark and a sand storm was screaming. The silhouette took form. The feathered wings turn ominous. Coming from his arms, they were massive ribbons of ice frosting the air and sand as they slowly flowed their own path as if being alive. Past the body was a lit city, futuristic in many ways, and surrounded by strangely familiar rock formations.

The wings shattered into mist and the body lost its footing falling back onto its owner.

Vazy shut his eyes for the last time as a disconnected spirit…..

Name: Vazy Nickname: Junior Father: Vazy Mother: Odette Nationality: Asaelian (Born in Kryta) Age: 150 (stopped aging at 24) Height: 6'1" (185cm) Hair: White Eyes: Orange

Age of voices from trance with Shazaelle: 8,24,124,138

8: My hair turned white today....I don't know why this happened. Mommy says it is a blessing from the six. I don't know what that means, but I trust mommy. We are both hoping to see daddy walk in the door at some point, mommy says he is strong and that I would really like him, but I don't know what to think. It has always just been me and mommy.

The crops aren't coming in that well this year, but mommy saved up enough so that we can buy what we need for the winter. Every day she wakes up with a smile, and that makes me smile too!

All of the other kids are starting to make fun of me for my hair, and some even try to hurt me. Their parents call mommy a whore and me the son of a monster...but she keeps on smiling, so I do too.

24: Mother is getting sick, and the doctors are charging us more than we can pay. No one will buy our crops, and I am turned down for every job I try to get. Each day...her condition gets worse, but she keeps smiling and telling me everything will be alright. So I just keep smiling back.

I finally got a job. The pay promised was good and it would be enough to pay for mother's treatments. Mother and I were smiling because we had joy for the first time in a long time. The next day I left for work with a smile on my face. When I arrived, the door was locked. After knocking a few times, my boss came out and told me I was late. Before I could say I was sorry, he told me I was fired. When I got home mother told me everything would be alright and smiled. I was not happy, but I smiled. For her.

The next morning she didn't wake up. The sickness had gotten to her. As I carried her down the street, across the hills, through the forests so that I can bury her in a place that was worthy of her, I smiled. As soon as I finished placing her stone, and realized she was in the ground....the smile stopped. My head hurt and eyes throbbed. As I wash my face in a nearby river, they were glowing orange. Still no sign of father.

124: It has been one hundred years since I have been happy....I am currently a pit fighter just to get a meal. Each day brings stronger fighters..and monsters..I used to be a monster once...or at least the son of one. The only thing keeping me going is the hope I get to meet my father one day. And when I finally do, I am going to break him. Still no smiles.

138: I finally met my father...the first thing I did when he told me that he was my father was punch his jaw. It wasn't hard enough to break it because I couldn't see through the tears. When I calmed down, he wasn't angry at me. He wasn't happy either...he showed no emotion with anything. He was like a puppet.

He put me up for a while..gave me clothes and new armor. Fresh food every day, it wasn't that bad....there was no one to talk to. Somehow, it got even quieter when he went to be an exalted. I was on my own again. No one to talk to, no one to hug or hold, no one to keep my company..no one to tell me things will be better....no one to smile with. Only silence remained in my life. That night, as I fell asleep....I heard her……

3: Final Words

Vazy: “Mists!....MISTS!!”

Vazy continued to scream for the mists, slowly losing control of his temper with each call. Three days had passed and it was not until a blizzard formed that the mists felt they should finally answer. An anomaly draped in white appeared to the angered product of the mists.

Anomaly: “Vazy..I told you long ago that we may not contact you…”

Vazy: “Exactly, that is why I am contacting you.”

Anomaly: Very well….why is the purpose of your…” The anomaly looks around.”...distress?”

The winds began to calm as Vazy knew he had the attention of the mists.

Vazy: “Why is there a God in Tyria after the Exodus…..after what Abbadon did for humanity, I was sure they would never return..yet Balthazar never left.”

The Anomaly pauses for a second.

Anomaly: “It has been just over a thousand years since the supposed “Exodus” of the Gods. And yet...one appears out of nowhere, Balthazar, disguised as the final Mursaat, Lazarus...using a mirror crafted by Lyssa herself.”

Vazy: “What are you saying?”

Anomaly: “This is all just happening now is it not? Who is to say that the Exodus actually ever happened? There is a chance that they are all still in Tyria. Excluding Abbadon of course.”

Vazy: “But for what purpose would they have for these actions?”

Anomaly: “The mists are a product of the gods, just as you are a product of the mists. You have no idea how we work as of your awakening. And we have no idea what the Gods are doing.”

The winds had ceased. The air was still as snow slowly fell to the ground. There was absolute silence and the only sound that could be heard was Vazy breathing deeply.

Anomaly: “So will you be returning to Asael…..I’m sorry I haven’t been able to find any history on it for you.”

Vazy: “Asael? This is my empire?”

Anomaly: “Yes, but sadly..anything that could have been researched from it had been destroyed on..that..day. People for the last few centuries have been calling it the Crystal Desert. Such a shame..if only they knew what was there.”

Vazy: “I don’t care what they call it...at least my son and I have a nationality, it’s no longer a mystery.”

Anomaly: “Ah yes, your son..how was it the day you two first met?”

Vazy: “He almost broke my jaw, but from that I knew he cared about what had happened to his mother. He won’t tell me anything about her until I tell him about my mother. That will be a story for after he has children of his own.”

The Anomaly chuckled at Vazy’s comment, quickly becoming serious in its tone.

Anomaly: “So your worry about Balthazar...does that come from the need to protect your child?”

Vazy: “Yes, but more importantly it come from a need to protect everyone. I don’t have much memory from when I was Emperor, but I know I treated everyone fairly.”

Anomaly: “This is very true...it was the major factor why the mists chose to allow themselves to attempt to assist you. Is there anything else that you would like answered while I am here?”

Vazy: “No, I have all the information I could ever need now.”

Anomaly: “Very well. From this point on, the mists choose to dismiss you as their Harbinger. We may no longer contact you for past duties, and you may no longer contact the mists.”

Vazy: “So I am on my own from now on?”

Anomaly: “You have been on your own ever since you woke up. In light of what is happening with Tyria, you have the support of the world to make sure it stays safe.”

The two look at each other for an extended period of time, both processing what is happening.

Vazy: “Thank you for speaking with me, on the first day, and on the last.”

The Anomaly simply nods its head and bows to the Emperor.

Anomaly: “Farewell Vazy, Last Emperor of the Asaelian Empire.”

4: The end of a King

Jr is called to his homeland by his father. Cold winds began to stir within the Asaelian Empire. Jr. and Sr. look at each other from a distance. Sr. has reverted back to his frozen state granted to him by the mists. The air grows thin as the son continues to disobey his father in taking the throne. In a quick out lash of anger, Sr. swings his blade to cut Jr.’s eye. As Jr. falls to his knees in pain, Sr. proceeds to cut his hair.

Sr: “This hair is a sign of your immortality, a small gift from myself. You clearly never deserved it.”

32F, snow begins to fall

Jr. remains on his knees, insulting his father.

Jr: “Yea….and you were never fit to be emperor.”

Sr. drags Jr. to his feet by his throat.

Jr: “I know why you are here…why I am here…why your empire ::extremely sarcastic tone:: was destroyed.”

0F, heavy snowfall

Sr. throws his son to the ground, picking him up by the throat.

Sr: “You are beginning to get on my nerves, this is my final offer to take the throne.”

Jr: “Or else what?”

Sr: “Or I let the world freeze over.”

Jr: “Seriously? Over a damn chair?!”

Sr. loosens his grip on Jr.’s neck, the snow stops, everything falls silent, Sr’s frozen wings separate into thousands of icy threads that extend and can be seen from the Isle of Istan

Sr: With growing anger, “It is not just a chair! It is my history! Your history! History missing from this godless world!”

-40F, Eye of frozen storm forms

Jr: “This world doesn’t need to know YOUR history! You were at war, you begged to the mists, you were the weak one!”

Sr. was silent.

-50F, wind speeds increased

Jr: “YOU COULDN’T DEAL WITH YOUR MOTHER’S DEATH! YOU POPPED!”

Sr.’s face showed absolute fury. Within an instant, Jr. felt a sharp sting. Looking down revealed he had been impaled by his father’s sword. Jr. began stepping backwards as he felt the impact catch up to him, falling to his knees again.

-80, Air too thin and cold to breathe

Jr. slowly begins to suffocate from lack of breathable air. Another sting was felt and he is launched by the impact. He begins to cough up blood.

Sr: “Don’t..you..DARE…talk about my mother.”

-110F, Blizzard is formed and rapidly growing

Jr. writhes on the ground in pain. Sr. picks him up by the neck once more.

Sr: In an insulting tone, “The whole world gets to learn the history that has been forgotten on this day, and it is your doing. Wouldn’t your mother be proud?”

Jr. gains a moment of clarity in that moment, punching his father in the jaw with such force, it moved it two inches to the left. Jr managed to get free and step backwards in the weather.

-180F, complete whiteout, hellish wind speeds, everything begins to freeze over

Jr: “Don’t you dare talk about my mother.”

Sr. eyes glow like blue ice in anger, he quickly looks around for his son.

-179F

-178F

-172F Sr. is stopped by something in front of him, when he is finally able to concentrate on what it is, he sees eyes glowing brighter than fire. He feels a heavy impact, flying backward. Even in the wind, knuckle cracking is heard.

Jr: “You got a young girl pregnant, then left her alone to take care of the child.”

Sr. felt another impact, staggering back.

Jr: Voice of 2 “The child was treated differently. He and his mother outcasted by the society they lived.”

-118F

Jr: Voice of 2 “The mother got sick and the child did what he had to make sure they both had food on the table.”

Another impact

-60

Jr: Voice of 3 “The mother passed, the child did as he was told and smiled.”

Another impact

-20F

Another impact

0F

Jr: Voice of all “THE CHILD BURIED HIS MOTHER!”

Sr. regained his ground, becoming shocked. The eye of the blizzard seemed to be cut in half, exposing the night sky that seemed to be flooded with stars. He turned his attention to his son, now with the wings of a phoenix and armor turned blue from temper.

Sr: “So…this is going to be how it ends. For history…or for freedom.”

Jr: Voice of 4 “What history is gained by repeating the past? From your tantrum on this day, you don’t know how many you’ve killed.”

Sr.’s face showed a moment of insight that puzzled Jr., Sr. quickly raised his sword and charged at his son. Jr. immediately responded and swung his swords in a heavy attack to defend himself. The swords made contact with Sr.’s face and everything stopped.

Sr: “So this is how they figured out how to put an end to me. Trapping me in a place where time no longer affects anything.”

Sr. stepped out of the way and Jr. fell to the ground as became capable of moving.

Jr: “What happened?”

Sr: “You managed to do something that very….very few people are capable of doing. This place is a time freeze.”

Jr: “What?”

Sr: “Over the last few thousand years……when my life had come into fatal danger, I would enter this place. Time has no affect on me, but everything else around me is frozen until it is deemed safe for me to leave the time skip.”

Jr: “So you made me swing at you to enter here….why?”

Sr: “Because I was never going to be able to leave this place. The mists had you conceived to create this instance.”

Jr: “I don’t understand.”

Sr: “I am a being created by the mists, with unlimited power. This power has gotten out of my control on two occasions, one of them happening today. This is the day I have to be removed”

Jr. finally came to the realization of what he was born to do at this moment. His eyes began to tear up.

Jr: “But what if I don’t do it? What happens?”

Sr: “We stay here until you do.”

Jr. starts to become frantic spitting out whatever comes to mind first.

Jr: “So we just stay here forever? Nothing happens? Good, so I don’t have to kill you and everyone else stays safe and continues their days.”

Sr: “No, they remain frozen until this time skip ends.”

Jr: “Huh? S…s….s…s..s.s….s.s..s…s..s.”

Jr. lost the ability to complete a thought at this point. His tears overwhelmed him and finally took over. Sr. came over to hold his son for the first time, shedding no tears as he has accepted his fate. Sr. helped his son raise a sword to himself, slowly forcing it into himself. He showed no sign of pain.

Sr: “It is for the good of everyone, my son. When I am dead, everyone can continue their lives.”

Jr. continued to cry I his father’s arms. As the sword slowly took him, Sr. whispered in his son’s ear, “Hail to the King.”

At that moment, the blizzard dissipated, night turned to day, and time began to move forward. Jr. buried his father in the shade beside a waterfall. He left a stone engraved with “His history will be shared. 3155BE - ∞”

No smiles on this day.

72F, clear skies

5: Year 1 Before Exodus

Each step he takes as he stumbles along is scorched from the magic now imbued within him. His wounds are healed, but he is broken. Again. The mortal steel be once wore is now tempered blue from the heat radiating off of him.

As he finally arrives home, his first task is locking himself away from others. He does not want them to see what he had become. Depression and anger are the only emotions he feels as he stands over his bed without any intent on laying down. A week passes, and he has yet to move from the spot. He walks over to a wall and starts talking to himself.

“I can’t sleep.” He bangs his head against the wall, leaving a scorch mark from the magic radiating off of him.

“I can’t eat.” He hangs his head against the wall.

“I am a danger to everyone.” He continuously bangs his head against the wall.

Voice of three, “We are alone. Again. No one to care for us. No one to care for. No more smiles.”

He rests his head against the wall, trying to understand how it came to this. He heard his father’s voice continuously saying, “all hail the king.” Out of anger, he punches the wall, leaving a scorched imprint of his fist along with dwindling flames. He began to understand what was happening. Just like his father, the magic he had consumed drew more power based on his emotions. Staying mad would only make things worse. He chose to jump off the ledge in his room into the waters below to cool off, physically and mentally. He makes it back to his room and finally crawls into bed to sleep. He has what he believes is the strangest dream of his life.

Everything is silent. A lone silhouette is seen standing its ground as a hoard of silhouettes marches towards them. Small silhouettes are running away from the hoard, some hugging the lone silhouette as the pass by. Time passes and the lone silhouette continues to hold their place as the hoard grows closer. Around ten thousand turn their march into a charge to try to take the land from whoever is standing in their way. A moment of clarity allows Jr to see himself standing in the lone silhouette’s place, unsheathing his sword as what look like margonite charge at him. He screams as he charges into the hoard. Clarity is lost and everything turns back into silhouettes. The hoard surrounds the lone silhouette and begin to break its line, running past him to the fleeing silhouettes. Moments later, a roar is heard the the center of the silhouette mass, a bright flash, and nothing is left but the lone silhouette and those fleeing. The silhouette now had fiery wings that looked as if they span across the globe. Heavy breathing is heard, then a growing cheer from the silhouettes that had been saved.

Jr opened his eyes. He was still in his bed.

“It was just a dream.”

As he tried to get out of bed, he felt a new weight over him. He ripped off his covers to reveal he was wearing intricate plate mail, the was glowing with magic. Almost panicking, he jumped out of bed trying to pull the armor off, but it wouldn’t budge. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone looking at him with a blank stare. It was is friend Sophie. She just sighed and called him an idiot as she walked off.

Jr screamed to her, “how long was I asleep?”

Sophie: “About a month….idiot.”

His eyes burst open in shock, immediately denying it and assuming she was just pulling his leg. But he was still worried that it could be true. He knew he father never slept, but just thought it was because he didn’t have to. Was it to prevent things like this from happening? To prevent bad dreams? He felt as if someone else was watching him, but no one was around when he looked. He heard small hands patting his boots and immediately realized the “progenies” had come to visit.

Jr: “Phekk…”

Phekk: “Eh-heh”

Jr: “Why are you poking my boots.”

Phekk: “CAUSE THEY ARE SHINY!”

Rosa: “Did you bring back any candy for us?”

Jr: “Sorry, Rosa. It wasn’t that kind of a trip this time.”

Rosa started to tear up...she loves candy.

Jr: “You know I always have some lying around for you guys right?”

Phekk: “We ate it all while you were asleep.”

Jr: “There was enough to last a whole year! How do you guys eat that much?!”

The kids each hug a boot somehow talking in unison, “cause we came to visit you every day!”

Rosa: “And you know how long that walk through the hall is, we needed the energy.”

Jr: “The walk isn’t that far guys….”

Phekk: “Do you see how short our legs are?”

Jr: “Touche.”

Phekk let his sunglasses fall from his forehead over his eyes, “deal with it.”

Jr: “Forsythia is a terrible influence on you guys.”

Rosa: “EEYUP.”

Jr: “If you guys go back home, I promise to bring you treats from the next place I go.”

The progrenies both pointed their pinkies to Jr so he can swear to them. He made the pinky promise.

Phekk: “The seal is done!”

Rosa: “Fail and you shall burn in a pit of karka acid.”

Jr: “Eeyup…”

The kids shouted their goodbyes as they ran home. Jr just stood there with a blank stare...for a day or two. He still had to find out how he the armor got onto him, and why it can’t be taken off. He just accepts it and lives whatever life he now has with his friends. He, and everyone have feelings that they are being watched by a strange forces. One malicious, and one benevolent.

A month passes, it felt like a blink to Jr. As he is training in the hall arena, he felt someone watching him again, but this feeling had a deep coldness to it. Someone else was going to the arena as well, but Jr only saw them turn and run away without a sound. A femenine voice echoed to him.

Voice of the mists: “Turn to me, spawn of the emperor.”

Jr turns to the voice, seeing a faceless figure draped in white.

Jr: “Didn’t you know, I’m the emperor now….he even said it himself. All hail the king.”

Voice of the mists: “You know, you really are thick headed? He was not referring to you by that statement.”

Jr: “Thanks, I get it from my mom. And who else would he be referring to? It was only him and I in Asael. He wanted me to take the throne. So he forced it to happen.”

Voice of the mists: “You don’t know much of your heritage do you? Asael was an empire of misfits….”

Jr: “Thanks…”

Voice of the mists: “Misfits that were devoted to Abaddon.”

Jr: “Oh...before he went crazy?”

Voice of the mists: “.......He was always unstable, but they worshipped him anyway. Without him, there would be no mortal that could use magic. When your father cried to us for help on that fateful day, we pooled magic from every source but Abaddon.”

Jr: “So...he had clean magic. What is this supposed to mean?”

Voice of the mists: “He was a magic vessel that had no limit. Knowing he disliked hurting anyone, we implemented emotional constraints so he would have to control its usage.”

Jr: “Alright, so what does this have to do with me? And do you know anything about my dream or this weird armor?”

The Voice was becoming irritated with Jr’s unwillingness to hear the full story. They grabbed him by the head and he fell to his knees. Jr would enter a trance-like state, and communicate through his former selves.

Voice of three: “Who is speaking?”

Voice of the mists: “Lady Asael, former Empress of the Asaelian Empire.”

Jr spoke with the voices of two, that of himself currently, and that of his youngest self.

Jr: With a confused tone, “but...that would make you his mother...MY grandmother. but….but...but…..”

His voice began to tremble as he fought off tears in his trance-state. Asael embraced him and ran her hands through his hair to calm him.

Asael: “Stay calm my child, let me tell you what is going to happen. Don’t make me get your mother here as well.”

As Jr began to calm down, Asael explained what had become of his father’s corpse. Vazy had been granted what was described as limitless power, serving as a host that could endlessly store magic. Over the thousands of years he was alive, he would absorb ambient magic from any source. When Abaddon was killed by the humans and Kormir took his place, a stream of magic went out to the world to find the last of his followers, Vazy, and begin to corrupt his thoughts. When Jr was conceived, his father thought it was under the instruction of the mists to try to breed more like him. This was a command from Abaddon to experiment breeding the next generation of margonite.

When Jr killed his father, this was another command from Abaddon, he needed the vessel. The empty shell inhaled again as its master began to flood the body with tormented magic. Vazy would begin popping in and out of reality at different moments in time, trying to find his master to assist in waging war against the other gods. With the laws of the mists no longer binding him, he would have complete control over the magic that had been bestowed by Abaddon.

The mists feel the disturbances created by Vazy’s reality hopping. With each hop, an attempt at breeding more margonite to bring to the past that all end in failure. The mists are left with no other choice but to use the new vessel of their magic to correct this mistake, Jr. Asael would explain to him that the silhouettes he saw were not from a dream, but from a test to see the effectiveness of the new vessel. He did not dream of fighting margonite, he experienced the mists taking control to save a city being raided upon.

Jr’s head fell in disappointment and fear, realize what Asael said he was. He is the first, and only successful attempt at the next generation of margonite. A powerful breed of humans that experience immortality, but lack any ability to further breed. All in pursuit of ascending to god-like status.

Jr: “So...I’m a monster.”

Asael: “Not unless you let this identity control who you are. My child, this is just a step in you becoming who you CHOOSE to be.”

Jr looks at the ground for a moment, pondering what to ask.

Jr: “I just have two more questions. If that is alright. “

Asael: “Of course, I am here to make sure you know everything you need to know.”

Jr: “What is this armor that I am wearing, and why can’t I take it off?”

Asael: “The armor was forged by the mists grand forge master. An alloy of mistonium and obsidian. The mistonium to halt any magic that you might absorb. And obsidian to make it tangible for you to wear, and further repel any magic that you would come in contact with.”

Jr: “Make that three questions…..Why can’t I come in contact with magic?”

Asael: “You now have the same ability to absorb magic as your father. If any of Abaddon’s magic remains in this world, we don’t want you to absorb any of it.”

Jr is starting to understand the severity of the situation, and accepts what he might be tasked with. He is starting to let his thoughts linger between his words.

Jr: “Alright..um..final question. Because I’m….a uh…..margonite...does this mean I can’t….you know….”

Asael: “Ascend? I don’t see why you wouldn’t be able to…”

Jr interrupted her.

Jr: “Have a family.”

Asael would pull her head back in surprise from his question. As she slowly pulled back the hood that concealed her, she would begin to fade out of the reality. Her hair flowed down like white strands of silk, her skin have a soft glow, and her eyes appear as different colors. The left glowing with the same fire as Jr’s eyes, and the right glowing with the glacial coldness that resembled his father’s.

Asael: As she continued to fade away, she would smile to her grandchild. “No matter how much the mists know about you, you always seems to be able to surprise them. All I can say is that is up to you to decide.” As she finished her answer, she faded away back to the mists.

Jr fell to his knees in disbelief. An envelope faded into reality, landing in front of him. He would open it to reveal a letter that read:

Junior,

It is time to let your father come to rest. The next time you sleep, you will see the silhouettes. We feel it should be you in control for this task. The five will be waiting.

All he heard at that time was Sophie looking down at him from the arena stands, just chanting “Idiot!”

Jr: “Don’t you have someone else to insult?”

Sophie: “You know I insult everyone, I just like annoying the hell out of you more!”

Jr: …..”You know you still owe me a steak.”

Sophie: “What?! I cooked you like five of them...all perfectly done!”

Jr: “Charred to a crisp is not perfectly done!”

Sophie stuck her tongue out as Jr just sighed and let his head down. He began debating when he should fall asleep again. What Asael said was inevitable, so he is taking all the time he needs to prepare for the worst.

A month had passed, and Jr is still worrying about what will happen when he falls asleep. Would be be teleported somewhere? Would it all be an instant thing that would be over as soon as he woke up? What happens if he were to fall? What if it’s all a cruel joke? He felt it was time for closure, and told a few of his friends what was happening, and to be prepared if he didn’t come back. He hugged everyone goodbye, and went back to his room to finally fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the silhouettes.

The air felt cold...which worried Jr. As he looked around, the sky was flashing from some unknown source. He continued to look around until he saw five figures, each a different color. Jr blinked a few times trying to gain focus until it all became a reality. Standing in front of his were the gods. Melandru, Balthazar, Lyssa, Dwayna, and…..Dhuum? He seemed to have woken up in Elona...the war of the gods with Abaddon.

Balthazar: “This is what the mists send to us? A lone human? Where is my army?!.....There are too many margonite in the way of that wall.”

Jr looked to the wall, it seemed to be moving closer to them. It was a glacier. A mile high, a mile thick, and seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Everything in its path was crushed. A scream could be heard down the side of a cliff, a family was running for their lives from a group of margonite. Jr looked to the gods, hoping they would do something but they just stood there. They explained that they would not interfere with the path of humanity. Their only objective was to stop Abaddon. Jr attempts to go out to save them himself, but is stopped by Dhuum.

Dhuum: “Death is inevitable. Where it is, it shall always be.”

Jr: “Then you are seeing the wrong victims in this situation.”

Jr pushes Dhuum’s arm away and makes his way down the cliffside. Out of frustration, he chooses to jump off half way down, crashing down in burning light between the family and margonite. Jr motioned for the family to keep running, a young child spoke in Elonian “Thank the Gods.” Jr smiled preparing to hold back the margonite, speaking under his break, “If only you knew.” As Jr turned back to the pursuing margonite, he saw a blue glow shining from under his eyes and looked up the cliff to see the gods watchings him, judging his movements. Drawing his sword, Jr began to charge at the margonite. This began the month long journey of eliminating all minions of Abaddon that came in the way of Jr. Each kill making his the glow under his eyes brighter. As he began to return to the cliff to rejoin the Gods for the final assault on the wall, the glow dimmed. He reached the top to see the gods watching Balthazar stinging a metal bow that seemed to be pulsing with magic. Balthazar looked in Jr’s direction.

Balthazar: “This will be the only weapon I would forge for a human, but it would seem I am wrong about the recipient.”

Jr: “What is that supposed to mean?”

Balthazar: “You are one of them, the hoard of creatures you’ve been erasing.”

Jr: “I know I’m one of them.”

Balthazar: “Yes, but now it shows.”

The glow under Jr’s eyes was coming from four eyes that ran down his cheek.

Balthazar: “We’ve seen those eyes before, behind the glacier.”

Dwayna: “We saw them before the glacier Balthazar, It was some time ago….part of the world had frozen over.”

Balthazar walks over to Jr with the bow, aiming to the sky and flicking the string a few times. Clouds in the direction of his aim would quickly be pushed out of the way.

Balthazar: “This bow should be able to resonate with the magic within you, a woman of the mists came to inscribe it with runes of power that apparently only you would be able to understand.”

Lyssa: “Something about your full potential.”

Jr: “You are all being very nonchalant about this entire situation.”

Dhuum: “As soon as this is over, we no longer have a reason to remain in this world. We will return to our home. In success or failure.”

Dwayna: “What he means…...is that we have nothing to worry about. The people have nothing to worry about.”

Balthazar holds the bow out to Jr.

Balthazar: “All it needs is its arrow. Something forged beyond our time.”

Jr unsheathes his sword and looks at it for a moment. He took the bow.

Balthazar: “Draw the string, child. Let the evil of this world know who they must fear.”

Jr drew the string back with his sword as the arrow. His eyes opened and shined brightly as the ground beneath him began to pulse with magic. The glacier wall started to glow brightly as the eyes of Abaddon’s vessel shined through. The temperature began to drop as what appeared to be countless tendrils of ice grew over the wall into the sky. The air grew quiet and snow began to fall. The gods grew worried of another freeze.

Dhuum: “We must go.”

Balthazar: “No, we must watch. This is starting to get good.”

Melandru: “We don’t stand a chance if the vessel pops again.”

Dwayna: “That vessel is the father of the one standing in front of us. If he still holds his ground, why can’t we?”

A thunderous clap signified the beginning of a monstrous blizzard. The temperature is dropping to dangerous levels. The winds roared, and snow had become shards of ice. It became a total white out. Cries of the people could be heard from the pain of the cold.

…. …. …. …. ….

Jr: Voice of a thousand, “ENOUGH!”

A small glow and a strange chirp became a devastating shockwave. The blizzard dissipated, the night skies cleared, and the glacier had cracked. It took the gods some time to focus on what has happened, shocked to see the crack, and in awe to see tendril rips in reality the flowing from behind Jr.

As Jr spoke, the holes would rip in reality, shining like stars. The violent roars of the vessel would be overshadowed by his voice.

Jr: Voice of a thousand, “You conceived me in in the darkest of times. You left my family to fall...and took me back to lie to me that I was going to do great things. Your true sight for my future was for me to become a monster. On this day, I defy that and define my own existence. On this day, I set my eyes on the. The monsters of this world will tremble at my mention. I am Vazy, savior of the innocent. Judgement of the wicked. I have no equal.”

Balthazar would begin to laugh as his statement, but be quickly interrupted by another shockwave. The sword had become pure energy, and the holes in reality began to barrage the ice wall with bolts of energy.

Jr: “Does the monster have any final words?”

Vessel (Sr): With a ground shaking roar, “Hail to the king. ABADDON!”

The ice tendrils would begin to pursue Jr just as he released his hold on the arrow. The arrow flew through the air at the speed of light, anything in its way quickly disintegrated or was blown away. A bright light and explosion would happen upon impact. The glacier sublimated, the ice tendrils stopped in their place and began to crumble. A mushroom cloud slowly rose into the air.