• After the fall of Kar jin the demon lord ending the Kar dynasty Vaserra was once more united. Now under control of the Teerus Gartat dynasty all demons could no longer fear all-out war. The Teerus dynasty stretched to the far eastern deserts of Rufrill, to the dense forests of Werliv to the west, to the southern coasts of Turuie and finally the twisted plains of the northern islands of Fenshok. The Teerus dynasty was to rule Vaserra for yours to come. However pirates from a land they call Lythinia have attacked Teerus pillaging villages and raiding towns. Increasing their military presence the armies of Teerus try to keep the invaders out.
    On the night the star of zealously burned brightest painting the moon a light blue a child was born. He was cursed born without complexity. No tail, fangs or horns but a weak defenceless fleshy coloured being. Born with blue eyes and blonde hair he was suspected of being the next line in the long list of races however once he reached six and his powers began to unfold what they feared the most had become true. A child born without passing through the star of the Curled horn, but a forsaken being born with the power of light.
    With glowing eyes of a brilliant blue he appeared to be a frantic wisp rushing through the Broke Jaw Forests. As fast as his legs could take him he ran for his life from his predators. Wearing only simple heavy tan cloth clothes and thick cow hide boots, his outfit did not help his escape. The laughs of demons rang through his ears as they scaled the tree tops and undergrowth. The harpies that dominated the Broke Jaw Forest would easily catch him but they preferred to play first. He fell to the floor in agony as jagged claws tore up his back twisting his soft flesh. Numb and determined he climbed to his feet. With deep shallow breathes his spine and lungs burned as he carried on running. The jagged cuts in his back that spilled blood stopped as the exposed flesh turned a dark blue. With all his will power he tried to heal his wounds but could only stop the bleeding. As he tried to jump over a fast flowing ravine, a Harpie swooped down and struck him like a ballista out of the air. Crashing into the water his arms slashed through the unstoppable rapids helplessly. His legs crashed into hidden rocks making him scream out in pain causing water to gush down his throat. Harpies laughed as they sat on branches watching him drown as he was taken away by the currents.
    Further down the river his back slammed into a rock the currents pushed down into his ribs as the sunlight blinded him. Clenching his eyes shut there was a moment of peace, a moment of acceptance.Throat ablaze he coughed up the water and with his dying breathes he called for mercy to the Star of the Screaming Soul. The rock that he was grinded against almost fell on its back as the mud beneath it gave way. With his body sprawled across the floating rock his clothes were soaked in water and his blood. Exhausted Archon collapsed on the rock grateful for his gods mercy.

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