Chapter One: And So It Begins

      It all happened that day. I will never for that day. That day thirty five hundred years ago. I started the day he came.

       Myself, Crystal, Teleah and Chaleah were having a picnic that day when it started. We left somewhere around eleven AM. While in the fields to the west we talked about the legends, those about the forgotten. The towns’ people talked about them a lot. But no-one knew anything until that day. There was an odd aura over the town. Chaleah was not herself. We asked many times what was wrong.

“Nothing much, just issues” was all she would tell us.

       Not long after the midday hour we left to return to the palace. That’s when it happened. Somewhere within the midday hour, on our way back, we saw one of them for the first time. It appeared in front of us.

“So these are the ones” It said

“So, your finally here” Chaleah proclaimed taking a defensive position in front of us. I saw something I could not understand. When it struck a barrier formed in front of her, after the shockwave dispersed she place her arm aggressively in front her body as if holding a shield and the barrier formed an ethereal medium-sized buckler on her left arm. She swung her right arm in front of her as if to grab something, a semi-corporeal sward formed in her left hand, out of only energy. A mana-forged blade they call them in the royal guard training sessions.

The counter flow energy from the cast seemed to be absorbed into her body. To stripes, thick and dark coloured triangular streaks, appeared on her face, one under each eye, as she replaced her right arm by her side, but still as if ready. These were above a strange mark her chin, it appeared as they did but conjoining juts on the underside, coming up at a steady angle to meet the two just below her ears. The bottom of the mark seemed to disappear down the neck of her top.

       As she took a new stance twisting her legs to face it, one clear in front of the other, just to the side, with her weapon in front down by her forward leg and her shield up by her shoulder, as the arm ran across her chest it spoke;

“Draken style, at your age I’m surprised your can think of standing against us”

“Well I am of there kind, what do you expect Oblivious”

“From his daughter, we shall see”

       She stood facing it, a large creature; strangely enough it seemed to be a shadow. It colour how so ever was phased, as if was not completely here.  Its eyes could be depicted from its obvious head, it stood crouched, as if bone lining its legs, tail and back was curved. Or maybe it was some kind of combat stance; I would not know for a few years exactly what it was.

       The battle seemed like any normal one. Chaleahs’ style was somehow different form those of the humans we lived with. More fluent, but more counteractive, she only seemed to strike openings, not once did she put effort into a blow that started combat, only one to end it. It went on for a short while, maybe ten to fifteen minutes until…

       Chaleah was disarmed, this thing was to fast, it had been toying with her, and she was down in front of us. It laughed as if deriving some sadistic pleasure from this; she appeared injured, but not too much to pull herself to her feet. She had little strength to fight left. And then he appeared.

       As if from nowhere, as this thing come in to finish us, a large spear with a spherical weight on one end hit it, knocking it clear off balance, flooring this creature from midair. Then he landed in front of us. A large man, built like some kind of barbarian. His spear seemed to just come to a hand he held out front, his main hand. His back had a massive great sword on top of a brutal looking great war axe. This strange pole arm seemed to be holding a massive amount of energy, something comparable to some kind of powerful spirit, as if a soul itself was held within the weapon. The site of him was terrifying, but somehow he seemed to be safe.

       He looked over his broad shoulder at us. As he looked back at it…

“You attack children, defenceless children, Oblivious as usual without honour”

“How did you get here barbarian?”

“It wont belong before the barrier is broken, my people wont allow this crime at tour hands”

“So he has realised, Lord Deville is more then we expected”

Yes you herd correct, it just mentioned our family name, titled as lord. Was it talking about our father? Was he forgotten? To many questions about him. About both of them. Who and what was it? Who was this man?

It pounced at us; he jumped, in a single swing striking it down with the weight of the weapon uttering the phrase “Soul-Edged Cleve” sent the now ethereal blade of the pole-arm thought its neck from behind. The creature seemed to be defeated, its body started to dissolve. He just left, leaped to a ledge on the cliff his last words “Thank you my friend” as the power emanating from his weapon dispersed.

We got back to town somewhere near 13.30, or 1.30pm. As we entered the palace we were told that the sovereign wishes to speak to us. Chaleah was to meet him in the room behind the throne room personally. The rest of us were to meet him in the throne room.

When we arrived there Chaleah was standing behind the throne to the right. The sovereign, Damien Phsycute, sat in his throne. As we approached, and bowed onto one knee, being how our people showed respect here.  The sovereign rose to his feet, and excused us, saying “At Ease”.

“So you have met Darren”.

“Excuse me father but who is Darren”

“As Chaleah already knew, before today, he is one of the Forgotten.”

“I guessed father, But what happened to Chaleah?”

“Are we some kind of yokai?”  Crystal asks

“Shall I explain father?” Chaleah requests

“Its ok, my call Cha. Well you see, none of us are human. Damien, Crystal, Your father was of my kind but your mother was human.”

“So what are we?” It’s not like me to but in, but when this confused but I’ve got to ask.

“Enjanien” He answers

“What?” synced answers from Crystal and Teleah.

“We’re not from this world, I shall explain more as you grow. But we’re here by accident, and in our places by the will of the people. I shall explain more when you come of age, and compared to humans, we are more alike the yokai that walk these lands, the humans here know of the comparison between themselves and yokai, but most only groups outside of this gorge know of how the humanoid yokai came to walk this earth. Where we come from all people are of like us, but humans are still on this path. I shall explain more to you when you come of age.” This would be five years from now.

       That day bred many questions.  Exactly what was an Enjanien? Where were we from? Who was my father? Above all of these, one would plague us the most.

       It must have been around mid evening, maybe 5.00pmish.