Chapter 1: The First Step It is night in Serluna and it's just like any other night to the denizens of the kingdom during the Fiery Era. Depression, fear, the smell of burnt corpses lingering in the air, and the occasional frantic screaming of a magic-user being dragged away to their death, which was a severed tongue as not to chant a spell, and burnt in flames to be cleaned of their magic sins. Tonight, guards were doubled. They roamed the streets like pack dogs, sometimes barging into a house and leaving the residents near tears. Every inch of the streets they patrolled. At the suspicion of a wizard or a witch, the guards all ran packed together towards the place. There were so many of them, spawning like fleas and overcoming their prey. Stepping over the dead mutilated bodies of their comrades did not bother them; they were almost emotionless. The town square was supposed to be the most vivid and lively place of Serluna. A large fountain was situated in the middle of a cluster of shops, restaurants, and lovely homes. But now the square was deserted and the water was polluted. Nothing there except guards. They marched silently around the fountain with guns in their hands and knives and swords at their hips. One particular guard, in fact a captain, adorned a bright orange cap. On it, was the symbol of a crown on fire with a giant M on it. The symbol of King Marykl, the one who started the whole Fiery Era. "Trooper." The captain spoke to some guards making their rounds in the town square. "Have you caught any wizards, witches, and the like?" "Not tonight, sir." One of them replied. "Have you caught the assistant, yet?" He asked, a bit more roughly than his last question. "Nope, we haven't seen a lick of her trail." The captain growled, showing off his mouth of rotting and artificial teeth. "His Majesty will not be pleased. It's been nearly a year since she's run off. She's a good one..." He directed his nasty gaze towards them. "If you find her, even a small little scent, bring her. Preferably alive, but if you do kill her, bring her corspe to the castle. Great One King Mackyl is thinking of mounting her head upon the wall." With that, he walked away and the guards continued their rounds. On top of a roof, a lady in her late 20's sat. Above her head she twirled a parasol round and round while watching the guards walk around like little puppets of the king. Well, that is what they were. How stupid they were to her. She sat on the roof, twirling her dainty parasol and smiling at them. She was Alvida Desus Samnital, the one they were in fact looking for. The assistant of King Mackyl himself back before the Fiery Era started. Ever since then, almost a year ago, she seemed to have vanish in thin air. From her hiding place in the shadows, she had saw the destruction Mackyl had done. What a very foolish man. "Kwee kee kee kee..." She laughed quietly. "Oh, Mackyl. Such a funny man." She twirled her parasol some more, watching with amusement from her little spot.