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Prologue…
On the bottom tip of the southern continent, far away from the hustle and bustle of everyday city life, was a rustic mountain village. This was, by some standards, a backwater village devoid of any of the modern conveniences. It was also, by some standards, a small village, with a population of only ten thousand residents.
While one would scoff at such a place, it did offer one thing that large cities could never provide…a truly peaceful environment. While it was true that it did have it’s fair share of rogues, the peace loving people stood together and, usually, justice prevailed.
Night was falling upon this little village and everyone was busy doing their nightly rituals for retiring for the night and getting ready for the day ahead of them. In one house, hardly discriminate of any other, one of those rituals involved putting, not quite sleepy children to bed.
“Athen! Duon! Come on!” shouted an old man
“Aw, grandpa…” whined one of the boys.
“Yeah, I know, I know. But you have to get up early to go to school. So let’s go.” Slowly, the two children trudged into their room, their grandfather following closely behind. Once they got to the children’s room, the grandfather made sure that the children, as they were told, put on their nightclothes and got into their beds. After they finished changing and climbed into their beds, the old man gave both kisses on their foreheads. “You two have a good night. Sleep well.”
“Grandpa, can you tell us a story?” the boy, Duon asked.
“Now kids, it’s late,” chided the old man. “You should get right to sleep.”
“Please,” begged the other, Athen.
“Well…I guess one story wouldn’t hurt. Just don’t tell your grandmother, okay?” The two boys readily agreed and sat up in their beds, eagerly awaiting the promised story. The old man scratched his chin thoughtfully. Then he snapped his fingers, “You know about that old castle near the lake, right?”
“The one that everyone warns us not to go near?” said Athen.
“That’s the one. And there’s a good reason you shouldn’t go near that castle. A long time ago, an evil king that lived in that castle ruled this village. He was a powerful king that had twin manacles that provided him with great strength and an amulet that was attached to his chest that provided him with endless demon minions that would do his bidding.
“One day, the evil king grew tired of ruling over this one, pitiful village. With his demon horde at his beck and call, he turned his sites on the rest of the continent. Not one of these villages had any warriors capable of fighting against these demons and as a result, the king named Xeon, had conquered the entire land. Many years had passed and the people of the continent had suffered very greatly at the hands of this tyrant. But of course, as with any man consumed with greed, all that he had was not enough for him. Now that he had the continent under his control, he went after the very world itself.
“However, as he began his bid for world domination, a rumor began to spread that one of the towns he conquered had liberated itself. The rumors were true, for a young man named Kafye, who had grown up in the demon ruled environment had trained himself to be a powerful magician, capable of defeating the demons that lorded over his village. Outraged, Xeon sent his most powerful demon warrior to that village to kill Kafye.
“But even the strongest demon warrior couldn’t stand up to Kafye’s power. As soon as the people heard of Kafye’s victory, they began to rise up and fight back against Xeon’s forces. Finally, Kafye faced off against Xeon himself. The two powerful forces battled each other fiercely for days unend until finally, Kafye was victorious. Using his magic, Kafye sealed Xeon’s evil spirit in a jewel that is hidden within that castle, while Xeon’s manacles and the amulet that summoned the demons were cast to the far reaches of the Earth.
“It is said, though, that before he was cast away, Xeon promised he’d return and exact his revenge when a man with a third eye came upon our village. So you better stay away from the castle, or the man with the third eye will get you!”
“Wow…that was cool!” awed Duon.
“Aw, come on, you don’t really believe that, do you?” went Athen.
“Now, that’s enough,” their grandfather ordered. “You two go to sleep. I’ll see you two in the morning.”
“Goodnight grandpa!” chimed the boys in unison.
The old man closed the door behind him and went to the living room, where he sat down and lit a pipe. As he took a puff, his wife of many years sat down beside him. “Just couldn’t resist telling them that rubbish about evil king Xeon and the man with the third eye, could you?”
The old man sweatdropped, “What, can’t an old man have a little fun? Besides, if it’ll keep them out of that old, dangerous castle, what’s the harm?”
“I just wish you wouldn’t fill the boys heads with such nonsense.”
In the wilderness not far away from the small village, two well-traveled warriors had set up camp for the night. While the smaller warrior, Chaozu, rested comfortably in his sleeping bag, his companion, Tenshinhan, could not. He lay awake, staring at the stars, wishing in vain for sleep to overtake him.
Sitting up quietly so as not to disturb his friend, he craned his neck to peer behind him. Above the tops of the trees in the distance, stood an old castle, bathed in the moonlight and standing majestically in front of a lake. He concluded that the old castle was the cause of is insomnia, for he felt strangely drawn to the castle.
He didn’t know what the story behind the castle was, but he was determined to find out…
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