Thyria: A Beginning

It started simply with a grey cloaked being, whose skeletal hands created the rough earth that we tread upon. With his left hand, he created shells of creatures and plants, and with his right hand, he took his own spiritual energy and poured life into them, making them animate. And with his staff that he held before himself, he gave the planet protection from destruction.

Leaving us, he made sure that we would be taken care of, even if he could not do so himself. But his last imparted words told us what to call our home, he told us to remember it well, for it keeps us united. Thyria. A planet brimming with life...

"Saizir!! Wake up!!" Was the shrill voice that woke said teen from a peaceful slumber in what could be considered the late afternoon, due to the Glowerorbs beginning to shut.

"What is it, Dahlia? I'm trying to get some shut eye before I have to get back to work." Saizir bit back, Dahlia's voice always annoyed him, she was loud, obnoxious, and very demanding.

Saizir sat up to look at Dahlia, who was dressed in all purple, that certainly was new considering the fact her skin and hair was purple too, even her eyes were purple.

Dahlia smiled, "You're being lazy again, I just thought I should wake you up."

"You'd wake me up before I could even hear you, with they way you're dressed." Saizir sighed, yawning only moments after.

"You're one to talk Mr. Doom and Gloom, you always wear those black pants, and the black shirt. I will say, it clashes with your somewhat unruly grey hair." Dahlia smirked, "I remember the first day I saw you from behind, I thought you were an old man. Escpecially if you look into your grey eyes..."

"Ha, ha. Very funny." Saizir muttered, left eyebrow raised in curiosity, she still perplexed him to no end. He didn't know what to think of Dahlia, since her personality was so spontaneous, it was hard to understand her sometimes. He hardly knew her when they grew up, as they were seperated in the orphanage until they became teens later on.

She was, as most of the other girls said, an enigma. She had no lineage that anyone could trace back to, no known relatives, and the way she looked was odd compared to the everyday Thyrian. Seriously, purple skin, what madman had been up awake at night creating her?

But nonetheless, she was still his friend, and he wouldn't make fun of her for the way she looked or how she acted. It seperated her from the rest of the crowd, so much so that was what attracted him to her.

Dahlia's fingers snapped in front of his face, "Wake up, you're daydreaming again."

"There's no law saying I can't daydream is there?"

"Yes, there is one, it's called Dahlia's Law, and it's active when you are in her magnificent presence." Dahlia emphasized by fluttering her fingers around herself, as if spreading some magic powder upon herself.

"Yeah, 'magnificent' is the word." Saizir rolled his eyes.

"By the way, there's been some news that's been troubling me." Dahlia's expression became dark.

"And that'd be?"

"The attacks upon some of the nearby towns, I heard one was completely decimated, no survivors. Some survivors from one of the other towns said they were black creatures, with yellow eyes, and they violently kill anyone they get near. What if they come here...?" Dahlia questioned, a fearful expression marring her visage.

"I doubt we'll get attacked, those were bigger places. This is a village, not one of those big, bustling towns. We're so small on the map that we don't even have a name or marker." Saizir assured. "So Mrs. Doom and Gloom, don't worry about it."

It seemed that it struck a vein as Dahlia turned around, folding her arms, "Fine. But if we get attacked, I'm not going to be the one to save your sorry butt."

"Yeah, whatever."

"You better get up soon, before you get yelled at." Dahlia added.

"You mean by a purple woman who won't let me rest for even a few hours?" It was Saizir's turn to smirk, to which he got a laugh from Dahlia.

"Yes. She must be a very mean person sometimes." Dahlia began to walk away, back to a small brown building.

With that, Saizir dozed off once more.

Screams were filling the air.

That was what woke Saizir from his peaceful slumber.

He swiftly sat up, surprised at what was occuring, buildings were on fire.

People were running left and right, out into the forests, as flames licked the air, as houses began to crumble.

Saizir stood up, running toward the destruction, his first thoughts were placed upon Dahlia, wherever she may be. He watched as the orphanage crumbled, hardly standing on it's roof now, the building smoldering in flames and whatever ashes had been created from intense heat. From within the building, he heard screams, but they died down just as quickly as the flames ate the building, and the roof crumbled alongside.

Saizir stared at what was his home for a few moments before turning his back on it, as if to imagine it was still there. There and then, he found himself facing a small black creature with yellow eyes, it looked as if it were connected to the ground, so it didn't seem as if it could jump. It stared at Saizir with its large eyes, as if scanning him to see if he were a threat.

Then, suddenly, it lurched forward with it's arm to attack, and Saizir jumped back in fear of getting even a little scratch. Looking around, Saizir saw a branch that had fallen from a nearby tree, and he picked it up, turning around just in time to whack it across the head with the branch. Knocking it away, but it got up at an instant, and charged him.

Preparing another swing, he hit it again, and thus knocked it down once more. With the branch he proceeded to beat it until it showed no life left in it. He dropped the branch, sweating a little from the fear and the short battle he had with the creature.

"Dahlia?!" Saizir yelled, He knew she was alive, it was still night time, she would not be in the orphange. She would be busy, since she normally slept during the day, and did what she was told to do at night, namely, gather wood for the orphanage or work at the midnight marketplace. He bet on the marketplace this night.

He continued past burning buildings and crumbled cottages, heading to the main part of town, where the marketplace was.

What he saw astounded him.

Dahlia stood before a man with pale white skin, who wore a purple kimono-esque outfit, and had long black hair. Behind him was an army of the black monsters, all eyes radiating upon Dahlia.