-The field was large and perfectly circular. Two great pillars stood on one side of the field, between them a golden gate of twisting bars rising towards the sky. In front of the gate stood a guardian. She was beautiful and had long dark hair with flowers blooming within it. Her skin was the darkness of a thousand crows and her eyes the brightest blue of a cloudless summer sky. She had no clothes on but her hair was long enough to cover up all the parts of her body that people might not want to see. From a distance she looked almost human, but as you got closer you realised she was only human in shape. Her skin was bark and her hair the darkest shade of green. Her toes twisted around each other as if they were roots. She stood motionless, her eyes never blinking, waiting for the day when a man would challenge her for the right to pass through the forbidden gate into the other place.
-As the man walked towards the field he could begin to feel her presence. The guardian of the other place. The man wore a black suite with a blood red tie. His hair was a long, grey ponytail with a frizzy beard. He had a leather glove on his right hand but none on his left. In his right hand he had a book and in his left was a cane. He walked with his head down, hiding his face from the bright sun under a top hat. He looked as though he was going to a formal event. He walked along a yellow dirt road surrounded by empty fields, ahead of him was a dense gathering of trees he could just make out two tall pillars above them. The man was going to his death. He reached the trees and entered through a small break in the cluster. He walked gracefully into a large, perfectly circular clearing, at the end he saw a beautiful woman. At the sight of her he lost almost all control. He looked deep into her eyes and was completely lost. He began walking towards her, falling more in love with her as he walked towards her. His right hand reached up and touched his chest, all feeling were lost. The old man stood in the centre of the clearing, looking down at the ground. His eyes focused on the feet of the guardian and he saw instantly that she wasn't human after all. He lifted his right hand again and let the book fall open, he read a small passage and in an instant his cane turned into a fiery whip. He ran forward and lifted his whip. A sudden gust of wind forced the man off his feet, sending his whip flying. The man stood up and searched for his cane but it as gone, and so was his book. The man looked at the guardian, but she still hadn't moved. The man lifted up his right hand and took of his glove, revealing a ring of pure silver with ancient runes carved into it in sapphire, but that wasn't all, his hand was completely black and wrinkled as if it was made of scrunched up paper. He lifted up his hand and the runes began glowing. They detached from the ring, forming a circle in the air, and flew towards the guardian. They separated and launched themselves at her. She lifted up her arm as the runes hit her. There was a flash of green light and the old man was temporarily blinded. When he opened his eyes the last thing he saw was a flash of blue, then there was nothing.
-Many years had passed since the death of the old man. A big mansion was built in front of the clearing. The owner of the mansion was a single father with a teenage son. One day, the man who owned the house went into the field and found the gate. The woman was still there, unmoved since the day the man tried to move her. The son, curious as to see what his father was doing, followed him. The father advanced towards the woman while the son hid behind a tree. The father reached the woman and tried to move her, the woman took this as a threat, and pushed the father back, breaking his back. The son, seeing his father in pain, rushed towards his dying father. The woman took pity on the son and gave him a blessing, the boy would be invincible to the spirits charms and powers. The father died in the boys arms, and it was then that the boy swore that he would open the gate. The boy was known as Vergilius Lucifer Vulcanus Tenebrae.
The years passed by and Vergilius trained hard to avenge his father and kill the guardian of the gate. He didn't know that he was immune to her abilities, so he trained day in and day out until one day, he stumbled upon a yellow dirt path. He had forgotten all about the path, the clearing and even the spirit, his training had become a force of habit. He followed the path and found himself in a clearing of trees with collapsing pillars at one end with a golden, twisting gate in between them. He walked forward and spotted a woman. His anger flared inside him as he recognised the woman who killed his father in front of his eyes. He ran towards the woman, tears forming in his eyes over the father that he lost. The woman lifted up her hand and caught Vergilius' fist as it went flying through the air. "Peace, Vergil," she said, and even though she spoke, her lips did not move. Her voice was soft and soothing and seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at all. "I can bring you no harm."
"Who are you?" he said, struggling against her.
"My name is Khil-Sirchade, guardian of the gate to the sacred land. Now please, calm yourself, I have chosen you to go through this gate, but before I do I must give you something." Vergil, curious to see what this gift was, lowered his fist. Khil-Sirchade reached up and placed her tree-like hand on his head. A great wind circled them both, rain splashed on their faces and al at once there was warmth, darkness, light and the cold of thousand winters. Then, as soon as it started, it was over. Vergil looked down at his hands, feeling great power well-up inside his body.
"What'd you do to me?" he asked.
"I passed on my powers. You can now produce earthquakes and tremors of the earth. You can also make and see all kinds of animals or any nature, both natural and supernatural." The spirit then took it's first steps in centuries. She walked to the side, letting Vergil pass. "Go, beyond this gate is the land of wonder that all men seek, the sacred land of the Great Lords." The gates, although worn with time, opened smoothly and soundlessly, as if they were brand new. There was a gust of wind, however it wasn't violent, but peaceful. The smell of fresh grass and herbs filling his nose, he began walking forward but stopped at the threshold of the new land.
"Can you bring back my father?" He asked without turning around.
"No, but there is a spirit who can."
"Who are they?"
"The spirit goes by the name of Frucissiere, but the road to his home is dangerous, no one has survived it. Perhaps you..." She trailed off into silence, thinking of the possibilities of Vergilius surviving the trek." He lives deep in the next land. Walk north to the rising falls then head west until you reach the mountains. His realm is on the other side." With this, the boy stepped over the threshold of the gate, into a world of wonder and magic.
(Part Two)
(Part Two)
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