Prolog: Newland
Welcome to my world, humans, or should I call you all as Balancer?
My grandfather told me once, a famous fairytale about the Nine Gods, the story which everything began. The old story from the Ancientrealm that has been told to him by my great-great-grandfather.
Long ago, the third civil war finally boomed to the surface. The darkness era happened for more than eleven years and it was the biggest annihilation of living beings in history. At that time, all the nations no longer had a choice but to pick a side made an ally, betrayed, and destroyed one another before they got the bullets to themselves. Started with just a single argument between two superpower nations, ended up with a long-suffering war, massacre, and sorrow for all the human on Ancientrealm.
Almost in every nation, nuclear bomb destroyed cities, air forces unstoppably flew around the skies, the sound of exploding bomb and bullets became the permanent music to human ears and played from dawn to dawn. Death bodies everywhere, scattered on the ruins of scorched buildings or floating on the waters, whole or not. Children ran with terror on their face or scavenged leftover on the garbage and junk inside the dust puff and gunpowder smoke. Their scream and tears which supposed to drive your heart to care, no longer arrived at your empathy.
Humanitarian organizations folded everywhere with so many visions and missions; rebellion demonstrated in every corner, blended among the terrorist and spies of their own enemies; The heroic actions no longer became the headlines of the burned newspaper, because the word heroes, becoming something ambiguous and pretty much absurd. There were no differences between killing to protect, protecting and get killed, and protecting the killers. Love no longer growth and spread among human, but revenge and hate, guilty and despair, anger and survival instinct.
Although Grandfather himself was not born in that era, but he insisted that the worst things is not the wounds or thousand dead body, but the absent of love in human’s heart which make them unable to forgive one another, and only focus to the pain that grown into willingness to hurt others, even though for the shakes of their own clan or nations. Still, it only makes larger the distance and prejudice, unconsciously strengthen the differences between human themselves. Well, I think Grandfather was not wrong about that one, was he?
After long term of suffering for human beings and before the earth met its end, Nine Heroes whose been destined to protect the world, safe the day. With unexplained impossible ancient superpower, the nine gods split to nine different continents of the Ancientrealm and put an end to the civil war. Their presence slaps all of those Balancers right on the face, and finally brings their sanity back to their head. The great ancestors led the human race, all the survivors, to the new beginning. On the top of their sorrow and the ruins of their memory, they were finally stand as one, created nine new countries, in five sides of the worlds:
At the east to center of the world, there are Dryland of Bataveron, spiritual country and the home of martial arts; Springland of Jasean, beautiful labor country full of artist and merchant; Goldland of Commonwealth, peaceful and rich land of nature resources; And Nightland of Sovia, that has the biggest army forces of All the eastern, called The Federation;
In the south, there are two traditional country. The Empire of Sandhara Land, the desert country of slavery and assassins; And the Motherland of Hightribes, the giant forest country where humans and animals live together in the jungle, they’ve called the strongest tribe as The Amazon;
In the west, there is only one, a big futuristic country of knowledge and technology, The Westland of Calestral; Known as The Westate.
And In the north, there are two Monarch country full of Lord and Lady, The Winterland of Britania, the giant white kingdom with large land covered in snow; And the last but not least, the most mysterious country from all, where magic is all around the corner, The Autumn Land of Francia;
And that’s how my world was created. We called this new era of the earth, as Newland. And the Heroes, known as The Nine Gods of War.
After living their life for sometimes with the survivor to put certainty of Newland’s peace, the nine gods had their time finished. They vanished. But before that shocking moment, a prophecy left spoken for all the human to believe. This is how it sounds:
“We left these sacred books behind for humans to hold. When another war begins, it will guide you to our ancient weapons. Our weapons are as strong as us to help you all put an end to any war in the future. But their blank pages were sealed. And only our descendants, the chosen heroes, can break what has been casted upon it, and read what’s inside. Because our magical bloods are running on their veins. Only those who strong and dominant enough to hold their ancestor power may break the spell.”
Some of the sacred books hidden by several families who have related old history with the Gods. And some others, was missing somewhere, waiting to be found.
So, in several period of time, the nine countries lived together in harmony, but nothing last forever. Like human most common desire, unsatisfied, as so the welfare never last for long. The Hightribes started an endless war with The Empire. Jasean Dynasty launched thousands of their ships and took over the Dryland of Bataveron, became The Republic. And not so long ago, Winterland succeed on conquering the entire land of the north by defeating Francia and called themselves The Great Kingdom. Following that, two of the most respected countries and the biggest from each side, The Westates and The Federation, started to raise their gun to each other. Even though, it still looks under control for now, but soon enough, maybe it would not anymore.
And with the story continues forward, every nation realized what is waiting for them in the end of the line: The war of the Newland. Because of that, every nation, every clan, every tribes in Newland begin to find a way to prove the existence of the Ancient Weapons. There’s a innovation everywhere, grow in the shadow, create various super high technology to track down the hidden location of the mysterious books inherited by the gods, the books that can leads them to the massive and dangerous treasures. Some of the books were found, but then they need the descendants of the gods to break the spell, to somehow find the ancient weapons. And they started to hunt this people down, the god’s true descendant, The Bloodliner. I don’t believe this story, just like you, until i have seen it myself, with my very eyes, because i am one of them. And maybe, you are, too.
Ever since, my friends, my family, my brother and me, and all the innocent Bloodliners in the Newland are in great danger. I think this is exactly what my father, and my grandfather, and every father before them in my family in generation tried to tell their children: The war is not over yet. It’s just the matter of time, slowly but certain, the fourth civil war is coming for us. And before that happen, we need to fight back to those people who intent to start the war. We need to take sides or make our own. The side that stand for the living, for the human race to live in peace. Only us, the last generation of the Bloodliners, can save the Newland.
My name is Grenanta Sadeva. And this is our story...
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