War I: Rivalry Begins, Not Quite Ends

As Mago and his sister Nobya stood on the rooftop of the bustling city, they watched the citizens on the ground continue with their everyday lives as they remained oblivious to the overseeing eyes of the prince and princess of their kingdom of Mys. "Well this sure is a perfect day..." Mago said out of nowhere as he threw his arms to his side in preparation for an exercise warm up. "Perfect day for what exactly?" his sister asked curiously as if she had a bad feeling about what her brother had just said. "A perfect day for a fight you silly cu-" Mago carried on excitedly before feeling the pain of Nabyo's hand as it swiped toward's Mago's face, hitting it with such force that it knocked Mago down, leaving a noticeable red hand print straight on his cheek. Stunned by what his sister had just did Mago looked in disgust and shock at his sister who looked down on him, "Sorry, just felt that a certain someone might've gotten offended by that word of yours." Nabyo said as he looked back into the city. Still hurt from the smack Mago pushed himself up and joined his sister as they both gazed upon their city of Kabisara. "Ha, to think I gave ALL this up. Just to become a mage in a land that my father despises..." Mago thought out loud, only to be met with the grunt of agreement from Nabyo.

"Oh, that's right!" Mago exclaimed after a long period of quiet and silence, turning to his sister ecstatically, "I have a surprise for you little sister, just close your eyes and open them on three...two..." he carried on as he turned Nabyo around and closed her eyes with his hand. "This better not be a stupid prank." She said with suspicion, it seemed that everything that Mago did was suspicious activity to her, and she didn't like it one bit. "Three! Open your eyes..." Mago proclaimed as he moved his hand away from Nabyo's eyes to reveal a metal giant clad in armor wielding a red tipped spear in both hands as his cape flustered in the wind. "Hey, isn't he cool? We met eachother in Stella where I have to hold a base there and apparently, he's an associate with my boss!" Mago said with a smile on his face. "Sh, don't need to speak anything yet. I already sense something coming up." The man said as he held up his finger infront of the helmet's mouth. "The name's Mörter and I'll be escorting you both today." He said before noticing a strange magical aura in their location. "Fresh meat..."