Authors Note: Thanks for coming to read my first fic on this site! I've been wanting to write this thing for years, but I was nervous about writing it until now. I hope you'll enjoy your first look in the story of Fyrus Kasai!

Book One in the Drifter's Trilogy:

The Blazing Sword 

Prologue: A little History Lesson for Newcomers

    Long ago, back when the First Age of Man neared it's closing days, Man's reach tapped into the Supernatural and Otherworldly arts of magic. Friendly curiosity turned into reckless pursuit very quickly. Soon enough, Man had achieved what they wanted, power. Just as a bear hungers for meat, Man wanted more and more until they completely destroyed themselves. They lost control of what they unleashed, and in spread across the entire continent. Whole kingdoms swallowed whole by darkness, people corrupted by it. Eventually the only colors the land saw were black and red.

Until the Heroes of Old came.

    They fought against the darkness, fighting for Man to turn the tide against the fell evil. These heroes were anything but mere mortals like the rest of their race. They were chosen by the gods, and given Divine weapons, weapons forged by the gods that radiated light, the only thing that darkness feared. Ever so slowly, the land's life was coming back. They sacrificed everything to win, and prevailed in their fight. Eventually the evil was defeated and imprisoned, but not before it took the Heroes' lives with it. Their courageous sacrifice is inspired Man to change. The land came back, just like grass awakens after a long winter. To honor the Heroes, all the nations were named after them, in honor of their memory.

Beran the Strong, named after the colossal mountains to the east for his strength, and his skills as the Warrior.

Rinku the Swift, honored in the serene forests in the west for her love for nature, and her prowess as the Archer.

Ikar the Silent, remembered in the dusty deserts of the south for his mastery of the Killing Arts,as the Assassin.

Cal the Wise, recorded for his Magical Arts in the dense blizzards to the north, as the Mage.

They created a prosperous peace that has lasted three hundred years.

But that peace is beginning to crumble.

The nations are losing the old bond that they once had with each other, threatening war against all who oppose them. They have long forgotten the sacrifices that were made for their very existence, along with this tale. Such ignorance and greed will lead the land of Galea to ruin and war. For if this war occurs, the darkness within Man will be released once more, and it will act out its vengence on Galea.

And it grows stronger every moment.

But in a small little village to the west of the Capital, a farm boy, unaware of his destiny, will change the land of Galea's fate, and future.

His name is Fyrus Kasai.

Authors Note: Yeah, I know this is kinda a short way to start of a story, but I promise I'll make the first chapter way longer than this. Think of this as a little teaser to a movie. If you read this, PLEASE comment! I want to here from everyone what they think! See you next time!