User blog:Pollux83/Beyond Light and Darkness, Chapter 1

Chapter Overview

Hello. This is my first fanfiction.

It tells the story of Mareus. His name is pronounced Ma-re-us, like the Roman names.

I hope you like it.

Beyond Light and Darkness

1 Memories



My name is Mareus. I was born in a small kingdom called Niskara. In contrast to most anti-monster States The Order of God has in Niskara a comparatively small influence and the kingdom operates a more tolerant policy towards Mamono. This is, inter alia, due to its location in the middle of the continent, so there are seldom encounters with Mamono.

A less dangerous classified monster is it allowed to enter the villages and towns and operate trade. At the same time they are accompanied by at least 2 soldiers. These serve both protect the citizens, as well as the protection of the Mamono because although generally not hostile, yet many people are suspicious of Mamono.

But if one Mamono makes trouble, then she is asked emphatically to leave the country before other actions must be taken.

However, once a monster that is classified as dangerous is spotted, a fighting force is immediately dispatched to eliminate the danger.



Although Niskara was not a rich country, its citizens still had a degree of prosperity. Everyone helped his neighbor willingly and should be a village threatened by famine because its fields were destroyed by the harsh weather, so food were sent from the environment.

Even if life was not always easy there, I always like to remember the time I spend there.





My childhood was filled with joy and the love of my parents. I often played with my friends in the forest and occasionally we made the city unsafe. A special event was anytime again when a Mamono came to the city to trade. Each of us found these strange creatures fascinating and was curious as it may be only a child.



In the boring school, we finally got everything important for everyday life, including more about the monsters that came from time to time in our city. We learned that we should stay away from them, because they mean trouble. And we learned the danger emanating from the demon realms.



<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">At the age of 10 years they discovered in me a talent for using wind magic which was henceforth especially encouraged.

<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">From then on, my life changed. Through my special training, I saw my friends rarely and so we slowly lost contact. In the end, only a few remained close to me, including Kai and Lara. Kai was by far my best friend and we have operated in our youth some jokes. And Lara, she was the most beautiful girl in the class, at least in my eyes and braver than some boy.

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<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">With 14, in me finally awoke the ability to control lightnings while mastering my wind magic had already made great progress. At this time, The Order of God began to show interest for me and promote my talents. At 15, they offered me to study in Tegras, the capital of one of the major kingdoms, where my talents could be better promoted. The proud and at the same time sad look of my parents, I will never forget. In the end, I said goodbye to my friends and if Lara had asked me to stay in this moment, I would have stayed with her.

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<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">The sight of Tegras was stunning. Such a large city I had never seen in my entire life. Everywhere people were running through the streets and the market square was almost crowded. I was finally led to the academy, where I moved into my room. I was receiving both heartily, as well as negative. In addition to the study of general subjects, wind and lightning magic I also developed a special interest in alchemy. I was fascinated about the fact that you can bind magical energy in objects and compounds and later released.

<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">Despite, or perhaps because of my talent, I was accepted by few. The years at the academy were not easy and I had more than once homesickness. Fortunately the few friends I had there made it to encourage me again and again.

<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">However, I always felt strange. Although the people who lived there were always polite and helpful, but it was never as in my home. I could always feel a certain distance so I stayed in spite of my friends a loner, with the side effect that I had plenty of time for learning and training.

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<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">After 2 years at the academy it happened. In a training fight against one of this arrogant, obnoxious guys I was so angry that I almost killed him with a fireball. This was the first time that I had used fire magic and it was the first time that my magic had hurt someone. However, it should not be the last time.

<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">The boy suffered serious burns, but he survived. After this incident, my reputation was finally at an end. The whole situation was unbearable. Even the friends I had found there took more and more distance.

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<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">When I finally turned 18, I decided to go back to Niskara. An envoy of the Order tried to convince me to join the army as a soldier and his offer was really good, but I had a bad feeling about this. Also, I had seen enough of the Order. I did not like them.

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<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">I packed my things and went on my long walk back. After several weeks I was finally back home.

<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">After 3 years to be finally back home, in the arms of my parents, that filled me with happiness and contentment, as I had not felt for a long time.

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<p align="LEFT" lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%">In the 3 years, the city had hardly changed. It was still the same as in my memories. People talked and laughed, traded and bargained and the children played in the streets laughing. Oh, how I had missed it.