Antrax

It was another 500 years of vigorious training before graduation day came for Antrax. He graduated, of course, at the top of his class, with Supreme High Honors and has earned over 1,000 medals and awards for his devotion to becoming an Arkanian Royal Guard. He was awarded the traditional armor of the Arkanian Royal Guards and was given his very own personal Force Pike. Now, armed to the teeth with years of knowledge and skill, Antrax was a Master. Everyone regretted the past when they made fun of him. Now, they trusted him, they respected him, and now that he is a Master, kind, generous, and serious in his work, they would die for him any day.

One night, Antrax sat alone in the forest of Arkania. He was alone, aside form the medium-sized camp fire he built himself. His armor was off, his pike lay beside him, and his gaze was directed on the millions and billions of stars in the sky and also the bright moon. A thought suddenly occurred to him. He has been training for hundreds of years. His mind was always on the present, never on the past, and never on those outside of the Academy. Now, he suddenly noticed that he has forgotten whom his parents were. Did he have any siblings? Did he have a love before his days at the Academy? What was his life like before?

Antrax sighed and allowed the past to leave him. He was here, in the present. He must keep his mind on the here and now. Not on the past.

Several months later, Antrax was on patrol duty through the streets of the City of Arkania. Suddenly, the bright morning sky grew gray, the darker. A blow of wind picked up and chilled everyone to the bone. All sounds of the city came to an abrupt halt, and all Arkanian Royal Guards snapped to alertness. Each of them had their pikes out and blades extended as they wondered what was goingon.

The chilling sensation Antrax felt inside was not of the wind's temperature, but of a gut feeling. An attack was coming. He knew it. But how was that possible? The priests and priestess of Arkania were supposed to of created and held a powerful shield in which to conceal the land from all outsiders. Nobody knew about the Arkanian's existance.

He quickly spread the word to his fellow Arkanians and by now, instead of scoffing his theory and making fun, they tensed and immediately shouted out warnings just as it began to rain. It did not rain normal drops of water, Thunder was heard, Lightning flashed down striking several buildings. Then, millions upon millions of dark figures rained down and attacked the innocent citizens of the City. The Arkanian Guards snapped into action swinging their pikes and engaging the enemy.

The Arkanians were at war. For years this war raged on. And in the middle of it, the Royal Guards had no clue on who their attackers were. The point is they were evil and they were destroying everything the Arkanians worked to build. For another few thousands of years, this war raged. At the end, the enemy made a surprising moved and attacked the last remaining Guards with their entire army of darkness. The battle was a slaughter. But the Guards faught ruthlessly. In the end, Antrax slew the last of the invaders. He dark shadow fell to the gruond, dead, and Antrax stood there, alone. The once beautiful vast and powerfu lland of Arkania, was reduced to a dry, desolated wasteland.

The millions of inhabitants of the City in Arkanian were slaughtered. Men, women, teenagers, children, pets, animals and so on. Not a single living thing was left. Foests were replaced with blacked earth, lakes, rivers, and waterfalls were replaced with giant craters. All structures were totally obliterated.

Antrax stood there, blood dripping off of both ends of his Force Pike. He looked around at the result of this war, then, turned and began making his way to mainland, away from this land. He was one of few last remaining Arkanian Royal Guards. There were three others with him. Akiru Spahr [AkiruSpahr], Onyx Wraith and Sir John Ironfist [ArChViPeR]. They all left and went their separate ways.

Antrax went travelling. Everywhere he went, he learned new things and saw new types of warriors and combatants outside of the land. He watched the warriors fight and found their arts of combat pathetically slower and weaker than his own. Still, he has been training for over hundreds of years, and he has fought under the best of the best and in the special arts of combat. Every fighter which challenged him failed miserably. For years, he's fought different opponents, Knights, Warriors, other Guards, Archers, Samurai's, Paladins and even more. He faught all of them, and defeated all of them easily. The only ones he had trouble with were magic users. Until one day, he was taught how to use magic by another Master of Magic. He learned everything and soon bcame 10 times more powerful.