Let me start out by saying I was inspired behind a couple of fantastic storytellers. I used to read these for hours on my phone, fascinated by the amount of talent and Easter eggs between the stories.

Also, before I start... this is PARTIALLY based off of minecraft, but not entirely. The world is not blocks, monsters do not poof into smoke, there is more developed civilizations, and more races. This is my own world, with borrowed ideas from various sources.

The Royal Blood by Po1ntBlank




Chapter 1:
"Theron; Archus Acerbus; Aldataur; First House." Those were the first words I ever heard. What a wonderful and welcoming greeting to this world, right? Well I got over that pretty fast; it is kind of easy to when you get shoved through a door into yet another dark room. Here was where those words were explained. I am not going to go into detail, but essentially my name is Theron, I am an, "Archus Acerbus or an Elf of Felthedonia. I am part of the Aldataur Family, which is First House, or highest level of Royalty. My dad is apparently King Braska, and I was born in a dark room being shoved through doors. That's royalty for you, but in the end, it all paid off. I was not spoiled, and that was what mattered.
"AAAAHHH!!!! Why did you do that?!" I exclaimed. My master chuckled,
"You need to be prepared to fight under any circumstances."
"So you shoot me with a real arrow during training?"
"Exactly, Brace yourself, I will not hold back," Master Aerodu said as he rushed me with his sword, but I was prepared, even with my insured shoulder, the fury of royal blood spiked my adrenaline to levels I have never seen before, (noting that I had never experienced pain like being shot in the shoulder with a real arrow) and with blind, yet somehow dexterous control I flipped up my invention, which I called a flipblade into my hands to swiftly parry the sword of my master, and roll around him, finishing with a palm strike into his lower back, sending him sprawling to the floor.
"Ack! What... where did that come from, Theron?"
"I.. I don't know, I just stopped feeling any pain, even when I rolled, and everything seemed to move so smoothly and seamlessly... is that bad?" I asked nervously.
"No," he replied, "in fact, that is perfect. Your training with me is finished, I need you to--"
"What?!" I interrupted, "I just mastered the Vision Fireball yesterday, and you are telling me I have learned everything I can?"
"No, of course not. You still have much to learn, but your royal blood has been awakened, and now no master in the world can train you further. You need to learn yourself."
"So I have to leave the castle?"
"Soon, yes. But we shouldn't talk about this right now. A great journey I have been preparing you for awaits, and we have so much to do in so little time." If only I had known the power behind those words before my true adventure began...


Chapter 2:


My master coughed, "I swear, the pure architectural genius of these walls put me in awe every time." I was young at the time, and I didn't appreciate it as I do now,
"Really? They are just walls..."
"Oh Theron," He chuckled, "If only you knew the level of ignorance you are showing right now. I wish you knew as much as I do now, it would have made my job so much easier." I frowned,
"Oh please. I know a great deal. Like I know who the great Zeran was, the crusader of Pinkemena, who led his followers to victory after his general, Cyrus died." My master interrupted,
"Yes, yes that's great that you paid attention during your studies, but that is not what I mean. You do not understand his plight. Did you know that you are related to him?"
"Cyrus?"
"No, Zeran. Fate played a certainly clever game the way it tied many famous stories together. That day, was the day his royal blood awakened, like yours has. Of course, he had to experience a much more adrenaline pumping situation, in which through years of training, I have been able to awaken within you. It was no coincidence that you brought up that specific story now, Cyrus was shot in the shoulder with an arrow as well, and the tie of fate caused that scenario to play much more of an effect on you than normal people." I thought for a moment,
"Wow... but since he had a much more serious moment, there is no way my blood truly could of awaken, could it?"
"You are correct, that was merely a taste of wine to the lips of the ways of the Dales. Of course, you know who the Dales are, right?"
"Of course, the earliest traces of Aldataur blood, right?"
"Correct. And the first to master the ability to awaken their blood. But with all this history, I'm sure you must be getting bored. Here, we are at your quarters. It's late; go to sleep, and tomorrow we will talk to you with your uncle about what is to come." Now of course I knew I wasn't going to fall asleep, but I listened to my mentor and went to my room.
I sat there for hours, playing with my flipblade. I thought about it for a while, I remembered the original. I stole a gear and spring from the service rooms of the castle, and found some scrap metal as well. I broke the blade off of my favorite dagger (a risky move to note) and spent time attaching it, to make a primitive mechanism that with a flick of the wrist rolled out a 5 inch blade, and with the press of my thumb, clicked back in the spring with pulled the blade back in. I was so excited I rushed to my father without thinking, and of course he punished me for stealing, but was very impressed with my idea, and got some experienced servants to perfect my idea, and even remade my own flipblade (with the same dagger blade) into a more efficient one, that I still use today. It's the only real memory I have of my father that I take with me everywhere. The craziest thing about him, was he disappeared, he didn't die in battle, or of a sickness, he was just gone one day, and soon after my Uncle was in charge.
I sat there for a little while still thinking about hundreds of different subjects before I bored myself to sleep, my flipblade sitting on my chest, and my dog's head resting on my now patched up shoulder.





Chapter 3:


I was running. I dono t know why, but I was runningo ¦ from something. I decided to make the bad choice to turn around and see what I was running from, it was a huge horrible creature. It was a giant monster with twisted horns and a cruel, painful expression of pure torture on its face. The horrible being somehow looked familiar, I turned around and kept running. A collapsed building caught my eye, and with a swift move, I dove through a gap in the wall and took cover. I looked around, and in this brief moment of rest, took in my surroundings.


It was terrible. Burning corpses, brutal fights between men ando ¦ ando ¦ demons. There were monsters everywhere, just slaughtering hopeless soldiers trying to defend their families, at the cost of their own lives. Families I thought. Oh my god, my Mom! I forgot all about the monsters and bolted out of my cover. Jumping over dead bodies, sliding under obstacles obscuring my path, I finally made it to my home. I yelled my mothero s name as I saw her, but just a horrible look of sadness took over her face. Something grabbed me by the neck and began to choke me out. Right before I blacked out, I saw another monster mercilessly execute my poor, innocent mother right before my eyes.


I screamed. Yelling in my bed, and then I realized it was just a dream. Both my parents are dead. My dad disappeared one day on a task for the castle, and my mom, that was really how she died. I had relived the exact situation when my mom had died during the Dark War, when Mano s own darkness had manifested like it does every 500 years to punish us. The story goes a little like thiso ¦


Chapter 4:


Many years ago, in an otherworldly dimension known to Man as, o Azure,o everything was benevolent. Everyone was free, as long as they followed morally correct rules, and listened to their leader, Dimentio. Dimentio was a kind, but occasionally ruthless leader. When people got out of hand, he banished them to Nox. Nox was a terrible realm where all things bad lived. Dono t get confused, Nox isno t another dimension, it is just one of the Realms within Azure. Nox was filled with bloodstained rock, lava, and frankly, everything you are afraid of. When bad people died, and were sent to Nox, they took the form of monsters, like walking skeletons, zombies, and terrible, terrible green creatures with four legs, and an expression as if they were always in constant pain. These monsters were known as Creepers. They would sneak up behind soldiers and innocent people, make a horrible hissing noise which would be the last thing they would hear before the Creepers blew up, destroying themselves, and anyone within 3 yards. The leader of Nox was known as the Archdemon, a god himself that was corrupted. The spawn of Nox, if they killed a human, or any living creature, would corrupt the creature down in Nox, and produce a mindless, shell of a demon that follows only the orders of the Archdemon. One day, a very famous soldiero s wife died. The soldier was the greatest knight in the land, and swore to everyone he would march up to Azure and return with her. Now the mages of the land had a spiritual link to Azure, it was where they drew their power for spells and other magical occurrences. The knight gathered the greatest of warriors, Tamriel the Swift, an elf; Oghren the Brave, a dwarf; and Aeron the Wise; a Master Enchanter of the Magisters. Together, they found a way into Azure, and by defeating demons, surviving trials, and overcoming their personal Hells, they made it into the center of Azure. The last thing the Knight saw was his wife, saying I love you, before the sins of the warriors inside the center of Azure corrupted them, and twisted them into the first demons of Nox. Now, every 500 years, all the demons of Nox rise to start another Dark War, in which they punish the humans, with the ArchDemon leading them. The only way to end one of these Dark Wars was to kill the Archdemon, which when it was killed, its soul would just possess another god. Great Warriors called The Saints would drink the blood of these demons, allowing them to have increased senses and resistances towards them. But the real, true reason the made the sacrifice of drinking the blood, which would kill all but the strongest of men, and limit their lifespan to around 35 years, was because when they killed the ArchDemon, its soul would not go to another god, but inside the Saint, destroying the both of them, and ending the Dark War. So now, every 500 years, another Dark War occurs, and every 500 years, an assembly of all the armies of all the cities in Felthedonia, along with every Saint that is living, join together to end the Dark War, and defeat the ArchDemon, at the cost of thousands of lives. All because the sin of man corrupted Azure.






Chapter Pictures:

Chapter 1 (Theron Aldataur):




Chapter 2 (Master Aerodu):




Chapter 3 (Theron's Father):




Chapter 4 (Dimentio): (Sorry for small picture)









Pronunciations:


Dales - Dales

Zeran o Zer-on

Cyrus o Cy-russ


Theron o Th-er-on

Aldataur o Al-da-too-er


Archus Acerbus o Are-ku-ss


Aerodu o Air-oh-do


Azure o As-oor


Tamriel o Tam-ree-all


Aeron o Air-on


Oghren o Og-rin


Nox o Knocks


Dimentio o Di-ment-ee-oh


ArchDemon o Arch-dee-mon








Authoro s Notes (Chapter 3 and 4):


So originally I had written chapter 3, where Theron couldno t sleep, and he goes and listens to Aeroduo s and his Uncleo s convorstaion. I had written the entire thing, when I accidentally pressed Undo on PMC, so thinking I could Re-do my undo, I pressed CTRL+R and refreshed the pageo ¦ losing everything. It had gotten me so mad, it made me wait an extra day to re write it, and when you are trying to rewrite something, you just dono t have the motivation, and take a minimialist route, so I changed it a little, and supplied more of a backstory. I am going to pick things up soon, IF YOU WANT ME TO. TELL ME IF YOU LIKE THIS PACE OR NOT. So yeah. Also, I was going to make the story inside chapter 3, but it got so long, I made it its own chapter, to which I released along with Chapter 3, because I had already written it J





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