The Promised

Upon the Secundus, seven hundred years of war finally came to an end with the Reckoning when the demon, Asmeodai, was imprisoned by the Ordained, those chosen among the three realms to protect its people. That was until the next Secundus when Cyaika released him. Freed, he intends to devour all in his path to open the gate between the world of the living and the demons of Hades. He will not rest until he has his revenge on the three realms. In his wake, Asmeodai left Nennius a desert and the Darkening fell upon Witheleghe, leaving only Scarladin untouched by his wrath. Kela Calledwelle has been born with a destiny, a Euchoun whose one purpose in life is to protect. She must summon the courage to face the path fate has dictated to her. She knows her parents made the ultimate sacrifice to give her and her siblings a chance to live. Yet, in so doing, they have left their children unprepared to face the danger that awaits-Asmeodai. The legend, they say, is whispered within the winds along the magnificent Preda Mountains. Words and deeds never to be forgotten of the Ordained, those chosen to protect their people. Children sing to the glory of the Sordarins. Young lads praise their heroes of the past with dreams of following in their footsteps. Old men bask in the deeds of another time, a time when the Sordarins crushed the impending threat and once more Scarladin was safe. The mighty Sordarins, rulers of the sky! The people look high up in the clouds and see their warriors soaring under the sun and know they are safe and secure in their world never to have to worry about the threat of the skinchangers or the dreaded Asmeodai! The ones whose quest seeks only to destroy all the Sordarins have ever known. Over the years, the Sordarins have slept well secure in their knowledge Harieh watches over them, knowing that the legends hold a mighty warrior will emerge if threatened again, a warrior born with a destiny to defend their world. Now, though, subtle changes have emerged. Little by little, fears begin to resurface that their world, their very existence is once again threatened. They look to the skies anxiously awaiting their warrior; questioning perchance if Harieh has forgotten them. I know this how? For I am the one born to defend their world. I, Kela Calledwelle, was born a Euchoun-I am their warrior.