Athanor Online: Monarch of War

Lorions

A story of the past, unwritten and unscripted. An Athanor world is created from the opposite elemental, the Light. A concept that is born and fluent in patterning. True, an ancient power shaped image of unreadable and intricate patterns. Only those who are talented can do it, a force of pattern layout and shaping it is essential new. Right, Magic.

Some have suggested that this power was one of the founders of Athanor. Some of the highest entities ever possessed this power, Bright was the most conspicuous among them. Leading a small group of trusted people, he began to form a small village.

Spreading and teaching a power called Magic. Everyone was interested in the small village built by Bright. One by one they joined, under the direct teaching and upbringing of Bright, they eventually mastered Magic at a high level. But there is someone who is restless because they are unable to master it.

With a tense face he ventured forward to approach the Bright Archmage.

"Master Bright, I've worked hard, but why haven't I mastered Magic yet?." Said the teenage-year-old.

But the voice he had proposed could not be heard by the Bright Archmage. Because dozens of students from the Archon magic school swarmed the Archmage. He abandoned his intention to question the matter. And chose to go from there with a handful of magic books that he had embraced in his chest.

He sits on one of the park benches located. He opened and read one by one the sheets of the magic book to be able to break and interpret it. A few hours passed, but he was still at the same stage.

He opened his palm and started drawing the patterns he had tried to learn before. He closed his eyes, trying to gather a high concentration, slowly he concentrated his magic energy on his palm. However, nothing happened.

Realizing that, he let out a heavy breath. His feelings were disillusioned with himself, where magic was the strongest force at the moment, and was common in Archon. But only he could not master it, a feeling of disappointment clearly visible on his adorable face.

"Hey, look at that."

"Isn't he Volkath?. A genius and a favorite disciple of Mr. Bright."

"Right, I heard he has become the board of the Archon magic school at a very young age."

Some whispers were heard in his ears. He looked ahead, seeing a handsome-looking boy walking. He knows who he really is, in contrast to him which is a form of disability, he is a form of perfection itself. A genius and talented, has great thinking, is intelligent, and is very influential. That's Volkath.

He squeezed his palm. A feeling of envy churned on his big heart. He's worked harder than anyone at Archon but why he didn't get the same results. He wanted attention, respect and good treatment, he was tired of being oppressed and magic was the only hope left.

"Volkath is a genius, but remember everyone is a genius. Yet some of them have not found a way to her own genius." A wise and charismatic tone sounded in his ears. He looked to the side and found a figure he admired. "Mr Bright?." His word.

The Archmage turned towards the child with his beautiful smile, making the child nervous because the person he admired the most was beside him. The Archmage looked back at Volkath who was walking slowly.

"Lorion, you're a half-demon, aren't you?." The words of the Archmage shocked Lorion. His existence is a taboo for Archon, but he is still safe because no one knows. But why did the Archmage know this?.

Seeing Lorion's tense face made the Archmage smile small. "Not to be afraid, I didn't do anything bad to you." Said the Archmage and only answered silently by Lorion because it was still tense.

"You're full of flaws, Lorion." Said the Archmage and he consciously hurt Lorion's feelings. But he smiled again, "And Magic is a power that does not accept shortcomings." Add the Archmage.

The answer from the Archmage left Lorion's heart wounded, but once again he went back to pondering for a moment. "I want magic, much more than this world." His words were sobbing to realize the reality that he had been avoiding.

A small pat touched his head. Warm and comfortable, that was all he felt. Looking at him, he saw a bright smile from the Bright Archmage. "If Magic does not accept you, then there is a mysterious force that will surely receive you." Said the Archmage.

Realizing that he still had work that he had not finished, made him stand up. Leaving the garden chair, he heard a scream. "What power is Bright sir!?." Yells

The Archmage turned his head, with a smile he replied. "He's still magic, but it's completely opposite to what I've been teaching all along." His words and after that disappeared like a light, leaving behind a confused Lorion over all of this.

I don't know how many years or centuries. A figure sitting in a singasana, he stared ahead, there was nothing there but emptiness itself. He has discovered and mastered the power behind the truth of Athanor, which the primordial has hidden.

But when he was about to reach it, he even fared the same as the Bright Archmage. That is falling by his own disciple, he sighed tiredly when he remembered that.

"Darcy.." Said his softly while remembering the name of the disciple who exiled him in the void space. The memory of the incident was still in his mind, the betrayal of the disciple he loved the most was enough to make Lorion hurt. Feelings of love and affection may no longer be left by the disciple. Hatred and disappointment were most pronounced at each beat of his heart.

"GROA!."

A roar rang out breaking the silence of this room for centuries. He was surprised by the arrival of the roar. He chuckled when he found out that someone had pulled the war dagger, black balls floating around his singasana that reflected his joy at his presence.

"Darkush, this voice is so familiar isn't it?" He said, another voice within him answered. "Right, it's Rodant." She was greeted with a small laugh by Lorion.

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LORIONS

Not mine, belonging to AOV a :)

Trivia: Lorion is a powerful figure with the same influence as Volkath.

Shunizu ba vawhor!