Fonte Maximus- Chapter One- Death Knocks On The Door

Running across the streets of London, a couple of newly-weds were escaping from a dangerous threat, a threat that can only be seen by those who are gifted. It was a rainy night, the air was cold and the newly-weds did not wear anything to shield them against the storm. Thunder crackling and wind blowing, the newly-weds found an abandoned house and decided to hid themselves there.

Both of them were panting after a long run, not knowing whether the threat is still stalking them, but they need a place to shelter themselves from the rain, and to gain some energy before they start running through the night again. They settled in the living room and sat on the floor.

Out of the wife’s arms, was a baby covered in a blanket, the 6 months baby was sound asleep, not knowing about the danger that they are in. “Look, I don’t think we can run like this anymore, Scythenesis will find us soon enough.” Said the husband, “I’ll fight with him.”, “No… You can’t do this, it’s too dangerous--” the wife protested but he stopped her, “I know we’re not allowed to use our powers here in the mortal world, but we have no choice, he will kill our son if we don’t do anything, he’ll kill all of us.”

“He will kill you!” the wife burst into tears, begging her husband not to do this, “Please, don’t go alone, we need you…!” The husband put his hands on his wife’s shoulders, comforting her. “Listen, I know this will be hard for you, but we need to think for our son, I know someday our son will grow up as a successful Hordical, he will, protect those that are in need for help.” He whispered to his wife as she sobbed uncontrollably, “I love you….” She managed to cough out the three words she has been meaning to say after their marriage, “I love you too, dear.” the husband pulled her closer to him and hugged her, and a few seconds later, the door was disintegrated into small shards.

“Isn’t this a sweet moment? A couple of newly-weds embracing each other.” A cold voice rang through the room, mocking them. A hooded figure came in through the open entrance; its head was burning with cold blue flames, glowing softly through the night; it wore a long-sleeve robes that covers its hands and legs. “Love is pathetic. An illusion cause by the weakness of a mind, the mistake you made that will kill you.” Said the hooded figure, the blue flames on his skull was crackling as everything was silent. The man of the baby stood up and raised his left arm; the figure tilted his flaming head and asked, “Ho, are you threatening to fight with me, foolish Hordicals. Just so you know your powers aren’t as strong as you are in Fonte Maximus, you’re on Earth now, you’re weak.”

“Houson Flamaera!(Elf Magic: Brusting Flames)” the man bellowed as there was a flash of red flame, blinding his wife’s vision, all she heard was her husband’s faint gasp as he fell onto the floor, paled and dead. The wife screamed, holding the baby once again, backing away from the murderer. The figure chuckled, “Your husband was a fool, who he thinks he’s messing with?” said the figure arrogantly, “Stay away from our son, I’m giving you one last warning” the mother threatened with a trembling voice. “What is wrong with you people? You guys think you can defeat anyone with willpower or desire, do you?” said the figure as the mother kept silent, “Perhaps in hell you will learn more about reality, this world just doesn’t suit you well enough.” Said the figure as it raised its right arm, revealing a set of finger bones on a palm, the mother’s vision began to blur as she saw blue colour mist getting sucked out of her body, she gathered all her courage and will and yelled out.

“Soulsequas Mashielda!(Holy Priest’s ultimate chant: Soul Vanguard)”

An unknown force blasted squarely at the figure, it stumbled back and roared in pain, “You must that careless type of Hordical, you simply use the Soul Vanguard without hesitation, your entire soul has been put to guard the objects in at least 1.5metre radius. Sorry to tell you, but my spell doesn’t work against me, much…” the figure explained as he took another step back, “I’ll get the boy next time, when you’re not around that is.” Somehow there was a grin stretched across the skill in the burning flames, but it means nothing now. The mother collapsed onto the floor, taking a last look at her husband and her baby, she grinned and said, “I shall name you….. William Rosewood….”