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Cruciator: The Celestial War

By Allan Cervantes All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Romance

A New Age of the Gods - Prologue

It is often said that legends emerge from acts of impressive bravery, acts that defy reason, but make people believe that everything’s possible if you want it. These acts... These heroic deeds... They are why magic... fantasy... tales of knights in shining armor, fairies and quaint villages live on. It’s the reason legendary heroes such as King Arthur, Gilgamesh or Perseus are so well known. Reason for legends of powerful dragons, witches, gods and demigods, and even those capable of slaying them, to exist. It is the reason magic exists, even if only in their dreams and fairy tales... Or so most would think. Very little do most people know these were truer than anything most scientists say in these decadent days... Magic didn’t leave us, it simply lays dormant for when the time is right.

One day, perhaps tomorrow, it would return to us...

...It would return to Earth.​..


Somewhere, flanked by the green forests of Cantabria, lay a small convent. It was close to a small mountain town in the countryside of what formerly was a great empire. The Kingdom of Spain was now a normal European country with nothing other than a proud history and culture to show the world. Whilst its cities shone brightly at night, outshining the smaller lights that illuminated the kingdom’s countryside, their size never mattered, because to the people in this little town, their own customs and neighbors were what mattered most.​

​Within the marble walled compound, however, lay a secret known only to the townsfolk...​

Over the cobblestone of the courtyard's large indoor garden, two girls, both armed with steel rapiers, parried each other’s strikes with unparalleled ferocity. One, a girl of fairy like beauty and sunny disposition wore her short, straight golden mane down and her determined green eyes seemed to almost foresee her opponent's movements, delivering swift strikes, each of them so fast that even a bullet would’ve found itself hard pressed to outpace them, Despite the exhausting training, her body was lightly built, and she boasted curves that were only accentuated by her thigh high leather boots, a short skirt and a long sleeved shirt with a leather plate that clung to her body. The other, a woman who was probably in her early twenties, struggled to match her opponent, planting her feet firmly on the floor as she delivered strikes so strong that they sent nearby pebbles flying. Her armor was far more modest, being standard issue for fencers and covering her almost completely. Only her brown hair and reddened face seemed to be visible.​ In spite of her armor plating, it seemed she was unable to keep up with the younger girl.

After a few more minutes, the blonde decided she'd had enough, gracefully dodging a downward strike before swiftly tripping the older woman using her weapon. Some of the nuns, most of them of a rather young age and with almost none of them visibly pushing past the 30′s, couldn’t help but laugh at the display of finesse that had sent the older woman to the floor.​

​It was then that another entourage of nuns, equally youthful and of a beauty too pristine to be that of a mortal person, walked into the courtyard. There were five, but the one that stood out to the center had a very unusual trait, her pinkish hair standing out among the other women that flanked her...​

​“Sol!” she called, turning her gaze briefly towards the blonde fencer.​

​Without further ado, the victorious fencer headed straight for the entourage, an small smile on her lips as she stopped and bowed her head respectfully. The head sister nodded in acknowledgement before she spoke.​

​“I believe the time has come. He’s almost 17 now.” she spoke with a serious, somber tone.​ The other nuns all seemed to look shaken by the news, and even the young swordswoman found her own eyes suddenly filling with uncertainty. There was only one thing this could mean.

​“Yes miss...” she answered with a curt nod, her voice sounding musical, almost like the ring of a bell, in spite of her worried expression, “...but where would I have to go to find him?“​

​The rose haired nun smirked mischievously as she spoke once more.​

“Will it do for you to be posted southward?"

"Eh?"

"He is far, far to the very south in the land of Africa. You shall find him in the eponymous country, but you must make haste.” she added, wincing slightly. “The situation has deteriorated even more rapidly than we thought. He needs to know... Supposing no one else has reached to him before us of course... Or worse...“​ the head nun trailed off, visibly wincing at the idea.

​If she had any doubts regarding what the nun had said, she didn’t dwell on them, as Sol’s expression changed and her eyes steeled and were now determined.​

​“As you wish, miss...“​

​With a nod, Sol Castell turned around and calmly left for her room to prepare her baggage, ready to meet the man she admired and had dreamed of serving one day...​


​Spain, Year 1097…​

Spain was at war. It was the period of conquest and expansion known as the Reconquista. It was during this period that Western civilization finally began to flourish under the auspices of an ever growing and prospering Spanish Empire. The crown was using all its power to drive back the invading barbarians. The moors had invaded Europe but it no longer mattered. Their forces were being driven back at an astounding rate.

It was all thanks to the legendary knight…

Knight of the Empire, Hero King of Burgos and living legend.

Known but by one name to his supporters and detractors alike...

El Cid.

It was however, during this period of unity, equality, growth, prosperity and even joy, together with untold liberalization of people’s freedoms and wealth, that the traitors of the world choose to join forces and put El Cid’s head on a silver platter for his detractors.

Stabbed on his tent during an stay at one of his many encampments, El Cid’s life bled out throughout the night, but he still held onto his legacy, and with one last ride, he rallied not just Spain, but all of Europe, to expand and conquer, so that they might never again be the ones being conquered…

This legacy would be remembered for years to come. The name of El Cid would become legend.

But detractors would keep on existing. The next 918 years would see untold struggle from the rest of the world. West and East would fight over small things. Humanity would quarrel among itself and the gods themselves would be unable to agree on the most redundant things. It would be an age of darkness, one where the Crusaders that almost brought upon a new world for all would no longer be, their numbers dwindling save for a brief reemergence every few centuries…

...However, El Cid would one day rise again, and a new world would finally be born.


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