Uncertain Future 2

Chapter 29: Uncertain Future 2

"Hope that ended the cycle..."

- Hamza Namazu (Franzer), LS 903

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[Continuation from previous chapter]

Lunar Severance Calendar Year 1212, 6th Month~

[Centuran, the House of Jumatan]

10th Day~

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Centuran, a nation filled with small mountains and valleys. Beautiful sights to behold all around. But this country is famous for a different reason. The country, blood soaked from wars. There are still places where the woes of the dead, can still be heard.

With in this country, there is a place that has immense historical value. The plains of Jumatan. Also, known as the blood soaked Jumat.

A lot of war has occurred in this specific battle field. The most important one for humanity was the war that happened more than 300 years ago. Where the Champion of the Deakin defeated the heroes of the Races. Earning the infamous Deakin his infamous title, Demon king.

Since that fateful day, the battle was known as the Jumat Despair. And the plain itself earned the name of Blood soaked Jumat.

Now, in the Capital of Centuran, Chattaka. The Queen was addressing the current issue at hand, the prophecy.

The queen was a young woman in her middle twenties. With Black hair and brown eyes. She was fairly tall for a woman. She earned the title of ruler from her father and never married.

No one looked down on her just because she was a woman. No, she was one of the strongest Mages of her kingdom.

Behind her was her Mentor and Advisor, an elderly man with a sagely long beard. He was known as the Sage of the Sleeping Sand. One of the rare Sages of the known world. He had his eyes closed at the moment. Pondering the meaning of the prophecy. He was brought out of his thought when the Queen addressed him.

"Teacher. What do you think we should do?"

"Little Suzy, you are young, so you do not know and haven't experienced what this old man has." The elder spoke in an ancient voice.

"Teacher�� Sigh! I am already the Queen of the nation and yet you call me that…" The Queen was irritated by her mentor's behavior.

"Hohoho. Do not brood too much child. And yes, my answer will be to go and send all the help we can.

The Jumat needs no more blood to be spilled."

The Queen, Susana Windreaver, started considering. ' I don't know how scary the Deakins are, but if history has taught us anything, then it's never to give that evil race a chance. And it's more apparent for us. The Jumat knows. It has seen too much blood.'

The Queen nodded and told her mentor, "Teacher please send a positive reply to his Holiness. They have the Centuran's full support."

The country of Centuran was one of the countries, that received most support from the Church of Forsaul. Being war-torn and filled with the undead. Centuran was one of the fastest to receive them as the state religion.

The venerable Sage simply nodded and vanished with a swirl of sands.

The Queen, slowly walked to the Balcony and looked towards the North. Her gaze beautiful and serious.

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[Bernula, The Edge of the World]

26th day~

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A country surrounded by water from three sides and a desert from the last. Lands filled with rocks and mountains. Greenery is a scarce sight in the lands once forgotten. Crossing the desert of Centuran was never an easy task. The people stuck in these lands for centuries, learned how to live by fishing and hunting mountain animals.

The people here were rough, tall and strong. But they also had a quality missing from most people, Empathy! The people of Bernula are sparse in number. But the communities here, are filled with people who care for each other.

There were a lot of war and tribal battles in the past. But during the Great Era long war, they lost too much. And no other human countries came to their aid.

Then rose one of their greatest heroes, the first Uratan, Rejkova. He united his people and created a community which was filled with people who had each other's backs. They understood that no one else will help them. They were shunned to the edge of the world. So they did the only thing that they could do. Support each other!

Now the Bernulian citizens are a self-sufficient bunch. Their communities were rediscovered during the three centuries of peace. But the explorers were not welcome.

Anyone who wanted to land on Bernulla was sent away. The Church even wanted to attack them. Only to be stopped by the merciless terrain.

The Bernulians had their own beliefs. Like the Deakins, they prayed to their Ancestors and Past heroes.

Among the pious, every generation one person was blessed with the power to listen to voices. They believed these voices were the words of their ancestors, guiding them. And so they placed this figure on a pedestal. Giving them the most honorable title of Srota, he who listens.

The current Srota was kneeling in front of a mountain-like man. This man had rough features and a burly body. He was the current Uratan of the Bernula Kingdom.

The Uratan has long brown hair and black eyes. He stood over 8 feet tall. Matching the height of one infamous Lord Alvarez of the Kingdom of Rorengar.

But right now this strong man had a worrying face. In front of him was a young girl in Seiza with her eyes closed.

"Lady Umi, are you sure that's what the ancestors said?" The man was really anxious, it was almost funny seeing such a tough looking man being scared.

"Yes, my Uratan, the ancestors have spoken. The Dark Race will awake again. They want us to prepare, and ask for help from the Light Bringer."

"But no one will ever help us." The man punched his thigh in frustration.

"Do not fret my Uratan. The Light Bringer will surely listen to our plea. The ancestors have spoken of him in fondness." The girl reassured.

The man looked at the girl for a bit, then closed his eyes. He pondered for a while. He was torn between the history and the danger of the Dark Skinned race.

After what seemed like an hour he decided.

"Very well lady Umi, the Bernulians will fight and will support the Light Bringer."

The young girl smiled and excitedly said, "Of course my Uratan! It is our sacred duty to support the Light Bringer! Our First Uratan supported him for so many years and now it's the turn of our whole race!"

The man nodded and looked at a certain direction. There a building existed, inside of which laid a sword. A sword that glowed in the dark, covered in golden light.

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[Elphagan, The Darling of Nature]

22nd Day~

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The princess of the Elves, Sylphette, was standing before a man who had similar features to her. He had a serious expression on his face and seemed troubled by a letter. Sylphette was summoned earlier and was told to wait till the Grand Elder to arrive.

It did not take long, as a middle-aged looking elf arrived in the room. He had a jovial smile on his face, and he was greeted with bows from everyone present.

This man was the current Great Sage of Nature. And he was also the oldest of the elves. Everyone knew he was old but how old, no one knew.

The Elf King greeted him with a deep bow and gave him the head seat. He waited for the elder to take his seat, and he started his report.

"Lord Grand Elder, we-"

But he was cut off by the Sage. Everyone quieted down, they knew the sage was about to share his knowledge.

"You sure worry a lot, young Syrus. Your grandfather and even your great grandmother was just like you. Hahaha, those young ones sure knew how to worry."

Everyone in the room had cold sweats pouring down their backs. That brief conversation just made them realize how ancient the Elder was. The Elf king himself was a century old. Yes, elves are a very long-lived race, but they too have a limit. Elves usually lived for 200 to 250 years. Which is several times longer than humans, as humans barely have a longevity of 35 to 40 years.

But the unfortunate part of their long lives is that, they are not very fertile. It takes ages for them to conceive and get blessed with a child. That's why even with their longevity they are few in number. The whole Elphagan might only house around twenty thousand elves, including the dark elves, mountain elves, tree elves and Marine elves. This number was truly low, but no one doubted their strength. No one kingdom alone, could ever dream of taking them head on. That's how strong they were.

The King took a deep breath and apologized to their elder for worrying unnecessarily. Though he still believed the matter was worrying.

The Sage then surveyed the room, his eyes fell on Sylphette. He smiled at the girl and told her to approach him.

He lightly said, "My dear, you should go by the name of Sylphette, yes?"

The girl nodded her head with a slight smile.

The Sage continued, "You will play a key role in the upcoming war, my child. The child that carries the light within him, cannot utilize its full potential without your support."

Everyone's eyes opened wide. This was a huge revelation. The girl was shocked and the King himself sighed deeply. He was a bit downcast about all this. He really liked the young man he chose for his princess. But if the Sage speaks of her role then there was nothing he could do.

The Sage noticed the King's mood and turned to him with a smile, "Do not look so down child. You did a wonderful job. I do not know how you found your daughter's fated one but it sure was a fortunate coincidence."

This shocked the father and daughter pair. The father was shocked by the meaning of those words. Those words hinted him more than the necessary information about the light bringer.

But Sylphette did not like it. She was a bright young woman, but at that moment he only realized one part of what the Sage said. Her mind shot the notion, her fiancé was her fated one. She didn't want for some fate to decide her future. She wanted to choose the future herself.

She was so engrossed in the topic that she didn���t even try to notice what the conversation implied.

She just wanted to run away. Sever all the connection and run far away. She didn't want to become a breeding machine. She wanted to find love and find someone who she trusts with her life.

Tears filled her eyes, and she did what she never thought she would do. She shouted.

"NO!"

And started running. Her father was shocked and was a bit disappointed. The Sage glanced at her departing figure with a smile plastered on his face.

The King wanted to apologize for his daughter, but the Sage spoke.

"Do not worry young Syrus. It's not that easy to sever the strings of fate."

The King looked visibly relieved and said, "I thank you for your kindness, Elder. But please do guide us, we don't know what path we should take on this prophecy.

The people and the Church will want to summon another Hero.

Should we tell them that the Li-"

"No, child. We cannot let them know about that child. And if the Church wants to summon another being, then we will humor them. It's not like we will lose anything. But do make sure they compensate us accordingly." The Sage answered and just smiled with a light-hearted laughter.

The king bowed. He had some ideas why the Sage was trying to hide the child. But stealing another soul from another world? Wouldn't that cause another disaster? Last time it cost the lives of the greatest beings of the realm and the first time… it caused the fall of…

'No I am thinking too much. The Sage is wise. He knows what he is doing.' The king told himself and then asked to be excused.

The hall now was empty leaving only the Sage behind. The middle aged man lost his jovial smile and had a stoic face.

He looked towards the sky and muttered something under his breath.

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[A/N: Next chapter will be the last one for the current volume. Hope you enjoyed reading thus far.]