Thyria: Dealing Darkness

Prologue
Upon Thyria, rain fell from the heavens, making large puddles on the ground. A group of six carried a coffin, a person within screaming and rattling the wooden craft that held them within. Though the person within was struggling as hard as they could to be free, they did not have the strength to release themselves. The same went for the people carrying the casket, as they seemed unperturbed by the shaking of the coffin.

The cemetary they carried the coffin to was muddy, and held hardly any grass, due to the disturbed ground. Hills made of dirt lingered about, but there was also a great amount of tombstones. A large hole the size of the casket was in front of a tombstone that read 'Prisoner Number One'. It had no other information on it, and as such, was regarded only as such. The coffin carriers placed the casket down, the person within still yelling, and now screaming profanities alongside.

A rather short man walked up to the ground, he wore a grey cloak, but his orange eyes explained it all. He looked as if he were in great pain, sorrowful, as if he'd break down any minute, unable to hold the emotions dwelling deep within his body.

This man began to cry in pain, "Why?! Why?! He such a good man... A truly caring soul! Truly! Why did he have to be taken away?! Sorrow, such deep, painful sorrow..." The man cried with pain, hurt at his loss.

The person within the casket yelled in anger, rocking back and forth from within the casket, yelling their porfanities and hitting the coffin as hard as they could.

"Why have the gods forsaken us with this death?! Why?! How could they, those who beyond our world, allow this man to die?" The cloaked man shook his hands in the air, "How?"

Another man, seemingly older, walked up the cloaked man, "Lord Stypion, great Mage, may we lower the casket?"

Lord Stypion, or the other alias, the Mage, turned to the older man, "You may, but careful, he must be taken care of, even if his spirit has passed." The Mage rubbed his eyes, as they moved the casket and slowly, yet carefully placed the casket at the bottom of the hole, the person within trying to still free themselves.

"Thyria shall remember your name... I shall remember you name... Prisoner Number One, may you rest in peace." The Mage cried quietly to himself, slowly turning around, as the coffin carriers covered the casket with dirt, the person within the casket becoming more muffled until they were no longer heard. The rain continued, as the Mage quietly left to his castle.

Entering the castle's confines, the Mage walked to his quarters to find himself in the company of a black haired, pale man with purple eyes, who wore a purple kimono.

"So... I assume you had your funeral?" The man questioned.

"Yes. It is painful jab to the stomach of Thyria that a great man had died." The Mage answered, "But a sacrifice has to be made."

"Keh heh heh, oh how right you are..."

"Kaede, you told me of a child who's power will come to rival mine?" The Mage questioned, pondering over that thoght for a moment before being interrupted by Kaede.

"Yesss, his name is Saizir. And with all this war rabble you have made, he'll be coming for you. He's probably on his way right now. To try to kill us." Kaede smiled, "I hope for your sake that you can take him down before he even arrives here."

"Are you threatening me?" The Mage shook his fist.

"Oh no. Oh no oh no! Of course not. I'm merely... Informing you that he is more powerful than they eye will be able to perceive." Kaede slinked into the shadows, leaving behind a faint chuckle before he presence faded.

"Then I shall begin my work..." The Mage muttered to himself.