Victoria's+Group

//The Rebellion//

// A boy fated to be king to rule the world with a strong fist, this hero was about to be born and his story has just begun. His destiny depended on the choices that he was going to make in the future and it would determine the fate of the people around him and the ones he loved most. //  // Deep within the thick beast-like forest, where giant trees grew and crystal clear water everywhere encircled in forest, combined with swamp for protection, there was a small village. A once powerful and rich race was now small and weak in numbers, but on this day a baby was born and he was ordained to lead the uprising against the malevolence king Avalon; who’s tyrant rein has gone on long enough. The baby had the skin of mother earth, short black hair that resembled the night sky and silver eyes that shined like the moon even in the darkest night. His name was Kamari. A few months after he was born there was a raid of his village. Soldiers from the king himself were sent to his village to capture and enslave all the young and strong to make them beasts and to kill the rest. Right before Kamari’s eyes, his parents were murder and his small village set ablaze; everything around was falling apart. The fire swept across the forest like wild-fire engulfing anything in its path. Before the fire had the chance to swallow the small baby, one of the king’s soldiers rescued him and took him to safety. The soldier took him to his cramped little home and raised him as if he were his own child. //  //Fifteen years had gone by and Kamari grew up just like any other kid, he went to school where he learn how to read, write and use a sword and shield; except he was 6 and ½ feet tall and was as strong as an ox. When he came home later that night he saw his father sitting at their small wooden table; his dad Arcane told him about how his village was raided when he was just a baby and how he saved him. Kamari was in awe, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, Arcane told him that it was the cruel kings order to raid your village and kill your real parents, he also told him that if he wanted to learn more that he should go back to his native village and look around for hints and clues as of what to do. So Kamari did so and packed what little items he possessed, like a short sword, chain-mail armor, a blanket, a map, some loafs of bread and a jug of ruby red wine. He said his goodbyes to his father and they went their separate ways. Kamari made his way out of the small, clustered city, and into the dense greed forest; through the knotted brambles, twisting vines and the thick blackish-brownish mud. When he had finally reached his childhood village everything was in ruins; the once crystal clear water was now sullied, murky, and unclear. The huts were now blackened from scorch marks and large tree roots had taken back the village. Kamari searched the ancient ruins for hours even to find smallest trinket or even the tiniest detail that he might have missed. Finally as soon he found a small piece of parchment; the ground started to shake and a rock golem emerged from the ground. Kamari jumped back and fled into the trees. He studied the rock golem’s movements and tried to spot out its weak points. Kamari leaped high into the air and took out his trusty short sword and struck the golem in the center of its rock hard chest. The rock golem staggered back and fell onto the ground. With quick speed Kamari ran up to the golem and stuck it in its chest again. With a dark sinister puff of smoke the golem disappeared right before Kamari’s eyes. //  He took out the piece of parchment and it read:   Dear Kamari,   if you are reading this then you know that we are the last of our kind. Since the moment you were born our race knew that it was your sol destiny to overthrow the evil king Avalon and become the rightful king of our land. Now I know that you have many question, but those will have to wait for the moment. Now let me tell you about your past, your mother, Yana and father, Arcane were the king and queen of the village, but one day their peaceful kingdom was attacked by the one and only Avalon and his men. Your parents tried to fight them but it was useless so they fled and ran to the dense forest, this is where you were born, but now both of you parents are dead and you are the rightful heir to the throne; so what will you do, sit back and watch the unfit king pollute our once peaceful land ? Or, will you stand up, lead a rebellion and take back the throne.   P.S. here is some help so you know where to go next; first continue heading south out the forest, until you see a snow covered mountain; travel through the mountain to reach a ruined shrine of Theresa; there you will find a person who is waiting to meet you and he will tell you what to do next. This journey will hold many dangers so prepare yourself well. <span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"> <span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Blackadder ITC'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"> May Theresa watch over you. <span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'">

//<span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"> As Kamari continued to hike south through the dense forest; through the thick mud and the tangled vines, the day was going to end shortly so he decided to take shelter in an old worn out tree log. In the middle of the night; Kamari’s keen-doglike ears picked up on high pitched screams in the distance. He broke out of the log and jumped into the trees running to where the screams were emitting. He jumped from tree branch to tree branch until he saw the small forest village; huts had been completely shattered, there was allot of rubble everywhere. Kamari saw three dark figures run through the village; swift and agile as a cheetah. //<span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">

<span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"> //<span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"> Kamari slid down on a large tree root to reach the village. He wandered through the village wondering where everyone was. Then under a fallen hut he saw an unconscious woman. She had crimson hair that resembled a new born phoenix, her skin had a golden-brownish tint and her eyes were like two golden lights that peered through the dark night. Kamari rushed to aid her, but before he could even get close to her, the 3 dark figures appeared right in front of him. The one to the left was a very emaciated man; he had pale blue skin, dark blue eyes like the ocean and long black hair. The one on the right was hefty man, with spiky red hair, dirty tattered cloths and nasty yellow teeth. In the middle stool a bulky man, his cloths torn from his rippling muscles, pearly white teeth and his huge bloodstain claymore that rested on his back. They were the infamous Ronzo bothers. //<span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">

<span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"> <span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"> Before Kamari began to speak, the Ronzo bothers attacked him all at once; Kamari evaded each with such grace and flow. Clash after clash the blows kept on coming. Kamari started to slow down because he started to get exhausted. Then in one flowing moment they encircled him in a corner; Kamari held his sword close to his chest and spun around like a twister; slicing and dicing anything in range of his blood greedy sword. When he stopped spinning he realized that the brothers had fled, and all that there was left on the ground was copious amounts of crimson red blood and a huge bloodstained claymore; and with that Kamari fainted.

//<span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-language: EN-US"> When Kamari had gained conciseness; he found himself in a small house made from dried mud, hay and bark of the many trees in the forest, and all his wombs where bandaged. Karmari struggled to ease of the hard wooden bed, he tried over and over, but after a few minutes he gave up. An hour later a women walked into the small hit, it was the women that was stuck under a tree. She told him, what all had happened after he fainted; how the villagers came out of hiding and saved them and bandaged them both. She turned her head to face him, and then divulged a secret; something that she has been dying to tell him her whole life. She told him that she was his sister. Kamari did not believe her. So she told him about his parents; how their mother had given birth to her many years ago. When she was born she had amethyst eyes; which was considered a curse in their race. So their parents had no choice but to abandon her in the dangerous forest and let her fiend for herself; for the fear of the people of their village would try to harm her. Their parents figured she had a better chance of surviving on her own than to live in fear of the villagers. //<span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-language: EN-US"> <span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"> //<span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-language: EN-US"> Kamari sat, puzzled in awe. It finally sunk into his mind that the woman was indeed telling the truth. He never once would have thought something so bizarre like this would happen to him. Now he truly knew that he was not alone. He had found some one who had shared similarities such as his; someone who he always imagined of meeting. He even started to give up hope at one point; that he would be left alone for the rest of his life. He was glad he found her; and she was glad she found him. To each other they were no longer strangers, but family; something neither had ever had. //