16 year old Joshua Tojo tries to save the world from evil with his friends, Asha, Isabella, Tony, and Jalasmar. they try to stop the cruel king of Maleonic of the void. Do they succeed, or fail to defeat the void?
Era 8, Iron age, leisure 10, 20th 3400,
The days grew more and more colder. It had felt like winter was never going to end. Legend says that Maleonic has power over the Overlord. He could control the weather because Maleonic was having a little bit of trouble with the troops of Tritannia. He decided to "freeze them off" or freeze the population of Tritannia but most importantly their troops and Generals, including the royal family.
Though Issabella's mom said it was just a plain myth. Deep inside her heart, she thought it wasn't just a myth. It was a%u2026a...just true she thought.
Isabella was awfully bored because of the cold winter and not being able to go outside and feel the air. It was already the 20th and it was still snowing. If only there was a way to fix this She thought.
Then her parents were talking about something in their room. Isabella could barely hear anything from the thick and sturdy wooden wall. She gently put her ear against the wall so she could better. The only thing she could hear was mumbling.
She sprinted to the door and tried opening the 8 feet door%u2026 still no use. She wanted to listen where her parents were talking. Then the door opened. She peeked inside. It seems like they were talking about... the prophecy.
It's the prophecy. No%u2026 not the prophecy, it can't be. It just can't be. She thought as waves of fear were crossing her mind.
She checked the room to hide. She was most afraid of the prophecy because they were choosing someone to enter the void. Someone young, someone loyal, and someone fearless. She hoped it wasn't her. She was not loyal, she was not fearless, even though she was young. She tried to not think about it anymore.
She climbed into her bed and wrapped the blankets. She was breathing heavily. It was the end of her life. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to forget it but now it kept there, in her mind. She hugged her pillow praying that God would save her. God please save me. Please save me, she thought.
Still no use. Then there was a knock on the doo
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Era 8, iron age, 10 leisure, 3400 date,
Maleonic was sitting on a chair with the embers in front of him. He'd gathered every general and commander and hosted a meeting.
There was silence, the only noise was the page flipping on Zheria's sorcerous book. They were on a secret, underground sea base instead of their void base.
Suddenly, General Gasmar broke the silence, "Maleonic, I think it is time to start this meeting. We have been waiting here."
Zheria nodded in agreement, "I agree, If you have a meeting then start it. What in the world are you doing if you're not doing anything?
Another group of members start babbling about it. Maleonic slammed the table, "Enough."
Everybody calmed down. Zheria kept focusing on the book, she wasn't at all concerned about Maleonic. She was more...chilled or relaxed.
"Alright everybody," Maleonic announced, "we need more power. So that means we will need to conquer more. Does anybody have an idea on where to conquer?
Immediately Zheria raised her hand, "I found this place called Guria, their forces are weak. I bet I could win, I heard they have some kind of portal there that can teleport to the void. We'll have to time travel about an era or so. So that means there must be a portal around our homeland and find a portal. If there isn't a portal. We'll build one."
"I like that idea," Maleonic said, "but we also have to break the prophecy. The Tritannian prophecy was predicted by the over oracle and he is very powerful. His predictions are very accurate."
"I'll take down Tritannia and the over oracle," Gasmar Declared.
Maleonic nodded, and announced, "good. Team dismissed." As soon as he said that, everyone pushed out their chairs and strolled away to the barracks to prepare for the attack%u2026
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Zheria waited in her room. She was bored. Blah, blah, blah, Maleonic the king, king of the void, blah, blah, blah. Ugh. What did this give for her? Maleonic never gave her anything in return for her work. Blah, blah, blah, Maleonic almost defeating Trinitia. FALSE! Or right now at least. Her work. His praise. Zheria decided that this was NOT going to hold. She thought about Maelonic. She thought about his defences. Then she got an idea.
Gullible guards. Easy escape. Easy power. Easy praise...
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Crack!!! As Joshua sliced the wooden dummy from Tamyi's old dummy from the old shack when he was a samurai training at the barracks. The wood cracked all over as Joshua spun around with the sword that caused flames.
Everyone cheered in the arena and the other samurai hugged and patted Joshua. Except for 16 year old Asha Askumi. He, too, was one of the prisoners of Taibeyoshi between the Tritannian war and the Taibeyoshi war. He hated Joshua because Joshua won EVERYTHING. Every tournament, every duel, and every championship. The only thing Asha cared about was winning%u2026 well only since his love of his life died. His life changed on that day. I should have stabbed myself once I knew it, he thought. It was a sorrowful loss, it felt like his heart stopped thumping, and his blood turned blue. His life was worse than terrible.
"God!!! it's like you don't talk with me!" Joshua exclaimed frantically as he gulped his water from his cup.
"Get away from me!" Asha said, pushing him away. Joshua almost choked on his cup of water. Joshua ambled away, out of the arena.
Asha's life was already terrible enough%u2026 and still he had to suffer the consequences. A man wearing a strang, but yet slightly familiar cloth walked up to him and announced, "Sir, what's your name."
Asha was surprised, this man was speaking english, "uh, sir. Where are you from? Why are you speaking english?"
"I am the pope," The man said.
"My name is Asha sir please explain what situation I am pulled into right now?" Asha asked.
"Come and I'll explain," the pope said with a slight grin.
