The Tale of "Team Moon Drop" Prologue ch.1

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'Our Tale begins in the year X787, 8 years after the birth of the four human members of Team Moon Drop. A time when honour was a man's greatest treasure and could pry open your comrades. A time when the word of the king was law. A time when Guilds were not as restricted as now. And, a time when trust and love were the two most important things in the world...'

A scream rang throughout the town. It was chilling, high enough to cause alarm but, in this town it was a daily occurance.

"Silas! What do you think you're doing!" echoed a female voice. Loud enough to inform the town that her son had finally been caught, Silas stood in front of his mother, twitching and fiddling nervously under her chilling stare. "uhh...well..." Silas knew that whatever he said, it would not go down well. Afterall, if anybody else had been caught doing what he had been doing, they would've been yelled at...just not this harshly.

Well, if I'm going down, I might as well make it good

"I was--"

'''The truth? no...no satisfaction there, has to be something good'''

"umm well..."

'something that will really freak her out...' 

"Trying to see how Tigers have babies!".

The moment those words left his lips, Silas instantly regretted it. His mother slowly closed her eyes and then turned around. '''Oh, is she letting me off? Maybe she's accepted this is what I d-''' Silas couldn't even finsih his thought for, at that moment his mother kicked him in the face...rather strongly. "Never! Never do that again! I've warned you once, I won't say it again! Your parents are chefs Silas! We own a Resturant! Our customers don't need to see you trying to throw squirrels in the general direction of the wind! Especially when they're ordering!"

His mother ranted. Silas sighed...this town was so boring. Unlike practically every single other place in the world, this town had somehow managed to have an abundant population: 140 citizens, not ONE single MAGE. Silas kicked the dirt and walked back to his room, recalling what a travelling mage had once told him "Everybody has magic, wether it be large enough to fill an ark, or if it's so small that it doesn't even coat a fingernail. The only difference is your determination. How much do you love magic? What do you want to use it for? Magic is inside us but, it's alive, some can even say it has it's own will...it's just all about how well it flows with yours". Well, if his magic hated this town, then looks like it flowed with him perfectly.

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Light spilled into his room, somehow managing to sneak into his eyes despite the defences of his curtains. Silas woke up with a groan...already the day was bad. '''Stupid world, stupid country, stupid town, stupid people, dumb life, what kind of stupid town doesn't even have a SINGLE MAGE?? What if we were attacked by a dark guild? They could easily kill somebody and dump their body in the middle of town and nobody would be able to do anything...''' Silas finally got dressed and parted his curtains, opened his windows and breathed in. 'Ahhhh...smell that glorious fresh...urgh gross what is that...' Silas turned his head towards the source of the smell, only to discover the center of the town had been painted in blood with the words

Better Hide Your Kids or Else we'll Kill them along with You Adults.

The Warning Bell rang out loud and clear. It was tough but it had to be done. Silas was the only one awake, but it didn't matter. Whoever did this could comeback tommorrow...no actually they could be coming within a few minutes! Citizens opened their windows, only to see the sight and quickly retreat into the safety of their homes. By the time that Silas had completely exhausted all his strength, only a group of 15 men stood in front of the message. "Who's Blood?"

"Who Did This?"

"Is everybody accounted for?"

"How are we going to defend ourselves? They could be Mages!"

"GUYS, CALM DOWN ALRIGHT?". Gus, one of the few men and the only one who had any experience in a war yelled out. 'Obviously he would be the leader' Silas mused. "We need to Set up a plan. Rodrick, you and 3 other people patrol and guard the gate. While 4 people are guarding the entrance, we'll get 5 others to escort as many people as possible out of here. Women and Children first, then the injured men. If there are any males that we could use for our force, tell them it isn't a choice. Me and the other 5 shall set up traps and defences all around the border, hopefully we'll have enough time to make them secure"

"Naive...that's such a simple plan" A voice suggested from the street.

Gus quickly turned around "WHAT? WHO SAID THAT? If you think this plan is so foolish, why don't you tell me what you think we should do? Mr Chef" Sneered Gus. From his vantage point, Silas took a sharp breath; his Father? Why was he up? He should be in bed, he can barely even walk! From the shadows, Silas' Father limped into view, and from the expression on Gus' face Silas confirmed his suspicions...his Father definetly did not have long to live. "Well as you put it, this 'Mr. Chef' has an easier plan. This happened overnight yeah? Do you really think that a normal bunch of people could do this in half a night? 'Course not. This was the work of Mages" At the mention of the word 'Mages' a murmour rippled through the group. "Yes Mages. My son has told y'all countless times "We need mages. What happens if a Dark Guild attacks us?" But did anybody listen? no. Nobody"

Gus furiously replied "So what? We don't need you telling us that we might day cause we ignored an 8-year old. What's your plan??"

Silas' Father calmly stared at Gus "Simple. No matter what we do, we're going to die. We let them attack, they'll anhilliate this town, erase it from existance, anybody living here will either get slaughtered or sold."

A yell came from one of the men "You want us to sit back and do nothing? Sure, why don't we just let them come and sell our wives!"

The Father sighed "Let me finish. If we're going to die, we may as well die for a purpose. We'll let everybody else escape, no use holding back people who don't want to fight. We'll split into two groups- Escape and a Distraction"

Gus grimaced "Yeah...I get you. Alright, who's willing to die for the town?"

Silas looked down at the group. He would be surprised if anybody even offered their lives. Murmurs quickly went through the group, probably faster than the amount of time it would take for the guild to destroy them. Gus frowned at the group. "I see...alright well then here's how it'll work if it's like this." He turned to Silas' father "You're staying right?". Silas' Father nodded. "Alright, everybody will help make a defence, traps and stronger walls. At noon we'll split the town into several groups, 2 male adults per group, so there'll be about 10-12 people in each group. Head in different directions, and the first town you come to, ask for help. Although by the time they get here..."

Silas' Father nodded. "For now, let's just get to work. But please don't tell anybody until it's time"

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"Dad, I'm staying"

Silas boldly declared to his Father in the middle of the restaurant. His Father simply raised an eyebrow at his words. "Staying for what?"

"Dad...I was the one who rang the bell"

His Father grimaced. Taking him aside, Silas' father stared at him long and hard before saying "Silas...I'm only going to say this once so hear me out. You're too Weak"

Silas gritted his teeth...''too weak? I was too weak? ME?'' "Dad I'm NOT WEAK! I've seen Gus! I've seen all the things he can do! Guess what? I CAN DO IT AS WELL. I know how to handle a sword, I can dodge, why do you think I bring rocks to the farm outside of town? So that I can get the bulls to charge at me! I've been in life threatening situations before Dad, I CAN FIGHT!"

Finishing his speech, Silas was gasping for breath...at which point his father punched him across the jaw.

"Dad WHAT THE HELL?" Silas shouted. The volume of his voice attracted several customers but they quickly looked away. His dad simply looked down at Silas. "I'm about to die Silas, you know that. Now let me ask you a question. If the punch of a man who's barely even alive knocked you to the ground, what do you think a mage's would do?" Silas stayed silent "It's most likely tommorrow, the attack that is. I'll be there when they arrange the groups...I'll be expecting to see you amongst the groups alright?". Silas' Father turned around and walked off. To Silas, that last statement wasn't a question...it was the first order he had ever been given.

It was dawn, the sun had barely even gone above the hills that surrounded them. Silas woke up, today huh.... Silas grimaced, he would have to say goodbye to everybody he knew because of a stupid group of people. Sighing, he got up and quickly got dressed, he opted for a thick coat rather than his usual overshirt. Better to be prepared for hell than not prepared at all. He opened the windows...one last time. Looking around the town, he took one deep breath...never again would he smell the pines, or the bread from the bakery, and never again would he be able to throw out random excuses about his actions to his mum, much to the enjoyment of the customers.

His eyes flickered towards the sun. Was that a rock? No....no piece of Earth could go that high. Perhaps a Dragon? He had heard rumours of children joining guilds claiming to be raised by dragons. Silas started sniffing...smoke? wait...that was...his eyes widened in fear

"HIDE, TAKE COVER" Silas bellowed at the top of his lungs.

Much to his dismay, several people stepped out of their homes to see the commotion, only to see the incoing threat. Silas gritted his teeth..too late, they wouldn't have enough time...damn it! Silas ran out of his room, banging on his parents door "MUM, DAD, WAKE UP! WE'RE ABOUT TO BE ATTACKED!" The door opened much slower than he would've liked. Standing at the door was his dad in a black cloak "Silas what is it?".

"DAD, OUTSIDE! THERE'S A-"

It was too late. The comet hit the town, shattering the earth, filling the heavens with dirt and dust, destroying the world as Silas knew it and...signaling the start of the attack. Town of Civillians vs Dark Guild.