Myrium is a vast plane of existence, created by The Divine Entity, Eldrin. Ruled over by 5 Gods. The God of Space & Time, Aris. The God of Death, Vennir. The God of Mind, Noeris. The God of Blessings & Curses, Malor. Then finally, The God of The Absolute, Nihil. Due to the nature of Myrium's functions, The span of era's across the planet are entirely mixed. While some cities stand as a technological empire, some may remain in Medieval times. The planet itself has a core known as "The System". The System is a force of power born from Systic Crystals, a rare stone created through unknown means. These System's can grant their Users immense power. This power is separated into three different things. Stats, Class, & Traits. Stats are points gained through achievements and leveling up, These points can be used to increase specific attributes about a User. Traits are something assigned to a user from the moment they're born. Traits can change plenty about the user. Four types of traits exist, those being Mind, Body, Recreation, and Transcendent. A Mind trait typically alters a user's Magical options, stats revolving around magic and Class options oriented towards Magic. A Body trait alters physical based stats, physical appearance and Class options oriented towards a user's strength. Those two are the most common of the traits. The rarest Trait is Recreation, a trait based off The Historical Figures of Myrium. These traits grant immense stat increases. They also allow for potential use of a class oriented directly towards the Historical Figure. The final type of Trait, the Transcendent, better known as "The Transcendent Powers". Only 5 exist in Myrium, each created by one of the five God's of Myrium. An immensely powerful trait that acts as a class alongside a trait. Rather than being born with these, these traits must be passed down onto the user. Within Myrium, there was a hidden clan, one unknown to the rest of the world.
The existence of the Solace Clan was a mere myth, The clan blessed by The Dragon of Evil, The Solace Clan lived peacefully in solitude. Hidden away from the rest of humanity, they were seen as protectors of the unknown, keeping the rest of the world safe from what they were unaware of. The clan was secure from the dangers of the outside world through a specialized Magic Barrier. Up until the birth of this accursed child came to be.
The night of this child's birth, She was left to rest alone, Her father away as to deal with issues within the clan, Her mother already long asleep. As the night carried on, an Archangel that had fallen into a devilish state of pure madness and mischief, appeared before the newborn child.
"My my!~ what a sad state. Find it in your heart to forgive me. Your father is the one to blame, after all."
He laughed softly as he put his hand down towards the child. A soft red mist poured out of his hand, wrapping around the child's soul. It slowly infuse itself into her, the curse of "Rollback". This curse was something that would change every aspect of her life. The Archangel stares down at her, a cruel look plastered onto his face as he turns away, vanishing into seemingly nothingness.
The next morning a young clan member goes to meet the newborn Heir to the throne, As he stands before the newborn girl, a wicked sensation falls upon him. He stands in fear, feeling this strange Mana swelling deep into his core, he runs off to the head of the clan, Ardun Solace, a strong-willed man with the signature crimson eyes and burning red hair of the Royal Solace Family.
"There's just, something about this child, I'm telling you! It's sickening."
The young clan member cries out to Ardun, a desperate plea in an attempt to protect the clans safety
"That foul Mana leaking off of her! It's that horrifying curse.. Nightmare!"
Ardun rises from his seat, stepping down in front of the young clan member.
"I can assure you, that mana you felt, it was not that of Nightmare. My daughter would never be tainted by such sickness. Is it fair to assume such things of a girl who cannot think for herself yet?"
The man steps back, thinking before he speaks, preparing for what might come to him after the outburst.
"Yes.. Yes! I do assume! I fought against that disgusting curse before.. that child gives off that exact sense of Nightmare!"
Ardun bites back his obvious anger and begins to speak calmly.
"Tell me, is this child's so-called curse her fault? I shan't punish her so cruelly over something out of her control. In the future, shall something horrible arise from letting her go on, I shall take responsibility for it."
The young man looks at the ground, having realized his rushed accusations, his eyes stay glued to the floor. He musters up the courage to raise his eyes again, now staring Ardun in the eyes.
"That accusation, It was wrong, I remain on edge, after the events of three years ago."
Ardun turns around, walking forward to return to his throne. After sitting down, he speaks in a firm tone.
"I understand your concern, however, to assume something so crude, as well use that tragedy as an excuse. Such things taint the image of our clan."
The man turns around, apologizing as he leaves the room. Ardun sighs to himself, recalling the past.
-Three Years Ago-
First Nightmare War
Nightmare is a force born from the malice and hatred of the first humans in Myrium, this force, "Nightmare", grants anyone who accepts it impossible strength, immense growth and the power to 'consume'. However, to use this power, a greater cost must be given. Those who wield the power born from the hatred of their species will without a doubt succumb to it. Nightmare will take over their mind, body and soul. A being tainted with nightmare loses their will, becoming a mindless pawn. Three years before current time, Nightmare began to grow as an independent force, leading to what is known as the First Nightmare War.
In the midst of the war, during the height of action. Ardun stood atop the remains of all who had fallen to his hands. He glances down at the new presence making itself known. The Queen of Nightmare appeared before Ardun. Her bright yellow eyes shone in the dim moonlight, curly lilac hair flowed in the wind. In her hand was a simple dagger with a symbol etched into it. Her plan was simple, a head on attack to the greatest threat to Nightmare. She calmly spoke, yet every word struck a deep fear into his body.
"Ardun Solace, the man who stood against all we believed in. Why do you persist onwards?"
"That much is simple, If I do not, then who else will."
The Queen simply sighed before she bolted ahead, seemingly vanishing from the force of her speed. Ardun's pupil's thinned out, forming into the appearance of the eyes of a dragon. The Queen appeared beside him, already stabbing towards his side. Ardun's hands coated themselves in a thin red aura, he struck to his side, barely managing to block the oncoming attack. The two slid back, their eyes meeting with an intense pressure between them. Their battle persisted on, lasting several hours. It was clear that Ardun's loss was impending, he didn't have the regeneration to match the queen, only he was being worn down. The queen approached his weakened state, a tired look in her eyes.
"You've lost. Ardun Solace."
She raised her weapon before her body completely froze in fear, but it was not just her. Everything around Ardun had frozen completely. A fear unlike anything Ardun had felt before washed over him as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He barely managed to turn his head, as he looks behind him, a young man, looking no older than his mid 20's smiles down at him. He had short, brown hair with streaks of white through it. His eyes held the same light that the eyes of someone deceased would, large white wings spanned out behind him. He was dressed in an unfamiliar fashion to the era, a well kept suit and tie. He calmly spoke to Ardun.
"Well this is a sight for sore eyes, hm? You've really done it now, haven't you!"
"Who.. Who are you.."
"Oh my! I forget to introduce myself rather often. My name is Caelos, nothing more! I'm here to offer you something, Ardun. We're both well aware you're going to die here. Well, what if you didn't have to? I could save you, but such a thing surely wouldn't be free! Tell me, what is your one wish right now?"
"... To win this war, I desire for this to be over."
"Hmm.. Yep! I could do that, although, I dislike tampering with the script, so it's gonna be a big ask! Let's see here.. Ah! I've got it! I win this war for you, then you grant me permission to alter one thing that belongs to you! how's that sound!"
"I know I'll come to regret this. But the safety of my people is more important, I accept your deal, 'Caelos'. What is it you wish to alter.?"
"Ohhh that's simple, I'm aware of what's to come, so.. I wish to alter your kin! I'll have the most fun with that! M'kay?"
"Wait- You cant!-"
"Ah ah, dear Ardun, you've already accepted this deal, have you not?"
Ardun grits his teeth in pain, he knew Caelos was right, that pained him more than anything.
"Well, I'll get right to it!"
Caelos snaps, in an instant, all traces of nightmare had vanished. The war had come to a complete end, due to this unknown man. As to what he was, why he even showed up, it was completely unknown. All Ardun knew is that he would come to regret what he had done.
-Present Time-
Now alone, Ardun looks to the side, staring into the eyes of someone standing in the shadows.
"You have taken what we owed, why are you still standing before me here."
From the darkness, a voice reaches out in response to Ardun.
"I must ask, Ardun, Why were you so willing to allow me to claim that debt you owed? One you knew would effect her life in such a way, you know you could have turned me down, right?~"
The voice taunts him, obviously trying to anger him.
"It makes little sense, you so easily said yes to your daughter's freedom being taken away!"
Ardun looks away, a nervous and embarrassed look on his face, speaking quietly.
"We both know that had I said no, the cost of what id be giving up would far exceed that of what it is now. More than that, you took advantage of the moment, I had not known of the full effect of the deal until after I had accepted."
Caelos steps from the shadows, a crooked smirk on his face as he stands before Ardun.
"Oh my~ it seems that you know me all too well, Ardun."
Ardun's angered expression grows upon seeing the face of the Archangel that cursed his daughter.
"I'm well aware, now that you have your answer, I must kindly request that you leave, Caelos."
"Oh~! how rude! I was hopin' to have a little chat with an old pal, you know."
"You know more than anything we aren't "Pals", Caelos."
"Come on, We've got deep history, doesn't that mean something~?"
He speaks with a taunting tone, Making sure to anger Ardun as much as possible.
"Just.. Leave already, I have no more words for somebody like you."
Caelos laughs as he turns around, a red static surrounding him, as he begins to vanish, he speaks but eight words.
"What is to come, know it's your fault."
Ardun's eyes sink to the floor, knowing Caelos' words carried a heavy truth.
"That curse, it's for sure that of Nightmare, There's not a doubt in my mind. Caelos, why must you involve her with such a burden.."
He looks to the ground, sorrow filling his eyes as he presses his hands to his face.
-Chapter Zero: END-