On December 28 2011 04:56 NationInArms wrote:
Did you draw the cover?
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On December 28 2011 03:01 Southlight wrote:
Not edited yet, but Ima finish this by the end of January! And then maybe Ul'll finish editing it by like, summer, lol. Maybe.
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Just wanted to share with someone, lol.
Not edited yet, but Ima finish this by the end of January! And then maybe Ul'll finish editing it by like, summer, lol. Maybe.
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Prologue
The Forest of Death
![[image loading]](http://i.imgur.com/VNw23.jpg)
The legend recites.
That Evil will awaken from the depth of darkness, and that the world would be turned to hell.
The God of Fate would select six heroes, and give them the strength to save the world.
The story that will be told, is a story about heroes that were tasked with saving the world.
But as the story is told, one thing must be remembered.
There will always be six selected to save the world.
Not five, not seven. Always six.
One boy ran through the mist-covered forest.
A young swordsman with swaying, long, red hair.
He wore light, leather armor over his hemp clothes, and an iron forehead protector around his head. He gripped in his right hand a slightly small but sturdily crafted sword.
What drew one’s eyes were the four thick, leather belts around his waist. Some tens of little bags were tied to the belts.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
The boy was wounded. Here and there his hemp shirt was torn, revealed sharp cuts. The leather armor was burnt, and burn marks could be seen on the skin of both hands. His seeping blood soaked his shoes red. A normal human would have already collapsed.
The boy’s name was Adlet Meyer. He was 17.
Adlet looked behind while running. The mist and foliage obstructed the light, making the forest dark. But even then, he could barely see human shadows beyond the dark mist.
Adlet was being chased. His pursuit had closed within roughly 30 meters. Crap, he thought, and a voice echoed through the forest.
“There you are!”
A girl shouted. A high-pitched, soft, baby-bird-like voice.
“Kuh!”
Simultaneously with the voice, a blade sprouted from below Adlet. The silver blade roughly three meters in length suddenly grew from the ground. They were aimed accurately at Adlet’s heart.
Adlet swung his sword with a backhand grip. The quartz ornament adorning his grip barely blocked the tip. The momentum flung him back, and the blade crumbled.
Tumbling backward, he stabbed his sword into the ground. Raising himself with the strength of his arms, he jumped. The next moment, three more blades sprouted from the ground, assaulting Adlet. He slipped through them.
“Did I get him?”
The pursuing girl spoke. Adlet answered as he landed.
“… Try harder. Finishing blows are struck silently, by the way.”
And he started running again. Far enough that he wouldn’t be able to see his pursuit.
“Is that all you’ve got? You don’t think the world’s strongest guy can be caught that easily, do you?”
“How persistent!”
The girl still gave chase. As he ran, Adlet pressed against his right arm. In truth, he wasn’t able to completely evade the previous attack. His upper arm had been gashed, and was bleeding. His composed words were an effort to mask the wound.
As he ran, Adlet looked the back of his right hand. A mysterious emblem was engraved into it.
It was the size of an infant’s hand. In the middle of the complex runes was a flower with six petals. The emblem glowed a dull, thin red.
Adlet muttered, looking at the emblem.
“I won’t get killed. The heroes of Six Flowers can’t get killed here.”
What was on Adlet’s right hand. In layman’s terms, was called the Emblem of Six Flowers.
The proof of a hero’s selection, to carry the burden of saving the world.
The legend recites. At the far west end of the continent, lay slumbering a fearsome beast.
Its appearance was too terrible to speak of, its strength surpassing human imagination. It is said that its existence was solely to slaughter humans. When it awakens, it would gather as subordinates tens of thousands of crazed beasts and assault the continent, turning the world into hell.
The beast had no name, simply being called a devil.
The legend recites. When the devil awakens from its long slumber, the God of Fate would select six heroes. That the selected heroes would, on their body, have an engraving of six flowers.
Only those six selected heroes could defeat the devil.
Adlet Meyer was selected as a Hero of Six Flowers. And he departed on the journey to defeat the devil. He met the those selected by fate to fight alongside him, and headed toward the land where the beast slumbered.
However.
“You still persist!?”
A voice that crept closer from behind. Blades that sprung from the ground. Adlet was desperately escaping from them.
His vision blurred from blood loss. His fingertips grew colder, and his legs began giving out. But he couldn’t stop. He’d be killed if he got caught.
Why did this happen, Adlet thought. In truth, they should already be assaulting the place of the beast’s slumber. Along with those selected by fate, they should be fighting the evil that obstructs them. But now, Adlet was being pursued by a girl, and about to be killed.
“This time!”
The girl quickly continued attacking Adlet’s location. The blades grazed Adlet’s hair and sliced apart his armor.
“Guh!’
He crouched under the blade coming toward him from in front. And then he quickly stood up and resumed running. This time a blade came from below. He rolled to the side to avoid it.
The aim wasn’t perfect, but the attacks were relentless. Of some tens of blades, one or two would catch Adlet. And every time he evaded one, the distance between him and his pursuit shrank.
“!”
Blades coming from the left and right at the same time. One gouged into the Adlet’s side. Along with the impact of having a rib shredded, his body was flung to the side, and he rolled. Blood bubbled forth from his throat. Clutching his side, he crouched. He could no longer stand.
His pursuit had already come within sight range.
“… I’ve finally caught you.”
A girl appeared from the tree shades through the mist.
A florid girl. Covered in white armor, and jewels encrusted the grip of the rapier she clutched. She wore a helmet with rabbit ear designs.
Bright, flaxen hair. Big, red eyes. Plump lips. A distinctly beautiful girl. Just by standing there, she emitted an aura of nobility and grace. She was a girl covered in grace.
“… Nashetania.”
Adlet said her name.
He knew. By Nashetania’s breast was, like Adlet’s right hand, an Emblem of Six Flowers. She, too, was a Hero of Six Flowers, selected to defeat the devil.
He was about to be killed by someone he was supposed to fight alongside.
“… Listen, Nashetania.”
“What is it?”
“… I’m your companion.”
Nashetania giggled. And then pointed her rapier at Adlet. The blade reached out and pierced his ear.
“Of all things to say now, that?”
Nashetania was laughing. But she looked like she was staring at an insect.
“What an idiot. If you surrendered and confessed, I would let you die peacefully.”
“There’s nothing to confess. I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“It’s useless. I won’t be tricked any longer.”
Nashetania quietly sighed.
“You trapped us. You deceived us, and hurt us. It’s already clear that you’re an imposter.”
“I’m not lying. You’re the one being tricked. The enemy’s using you to kill me.”
But those words never reached Nashetania.
“I never killed a companion. And I never placed any traps.”
“I said before. I won’t be tricked any longer.”
“I’m not tricking you! Listen, Nashetania! I’m not the seventh!”
The rapier Nashetania gripped, reached out. Its tip was pointed at Adlet’s heart.
“Wrong. You are the seventh.”
The legend recites.
When the devil awakens, and the world is endangered, the God of Fate will select six heroes. On the bodies of the six heroes will be an emblem depicting a flower.
Only the six heroes can defeat the devil and save the world.
However.
Seven appeared with the Emblem of Six Flowers.
All seven appeared with, without a doubt, a real emblem.
Why was there an extra? Adlet knew the reason.
One of the seven was an enemy. One who'd waded into their midst, to trap them, to kill them.
But who amongst the seven heroes was the enemy?
Adlet still didn’t know the answer.
The Forest of Death
![[image loading]](http://i.imgur.com/VNw23.jpg)
The legend recites.
That Evil will awaken from the depth of darkness, and that the world would be turned to hell.
The God of Fate would select six heroes, and give them the strength to save the world.
The story that will be told, is a story about heroes that were tasked with saving the world.
But as the story is told, one thing must be remembered.
There will always be six selected to save the world.
Not five, not seven. Always six.
One boy ran through the mist-covered forest.
A young swordsman with swaying, long, red hair.
He wore light, leather armor over his hemp clothes, and an iron forehead protector around his head. He gripped in his right hand a slightly small but sturdily crafted sword.
What drew one’s eyes were the four thick, leather belts around his waist. Some tens of little bags were tied to the belts.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
The boy was wounded. Here and there his hemp shirt was torn, revealed sharp cuts. The leather armor was burnt, and burn marks could be seen on the skin of both hands. His seeping blood soaked his shoes red. A normal human would have already collapsed.
The boy’s name was Adlet Meyer. He was 17.
Adlet looked behind while running. The mist and foliage obstructed the light, making the forest dark. But even then, he could barely see human shadows beyond the dark mist.
Adlet was being chased. His pursuit had closed within roughly 30 meters. Crap, he thought, and a voice echoed through the forest.
“There you are!”
A girl shouted. A high-pitched, soft, baby-bird-like voice.
“Kuh!”
Simultaneously with the voice, a blade sprouted from below Adlet. The silver blade roughly three meters in length suddenly grew from the ground. They were aimed accurately at Adlet’s heart.
Adlet swung his sword with a backhand grip. The quartz ornament adorning his grip barely blocked the tip. The momentum flung him back, and the blade crumbled.
Tumbling backward, he stabbed his sword into the ground. Raising himself with the strength of his arms, he jumped. The next moment, three more blades sprouted from the ground, assaulting Adlet. He slipped through them.
“Did I get him?”
The pursuing girl spoke. Adlet answered as he landed.
“… Try harder. Finishing blows are struck silently, by the way.”
And he started running again. Far enough that he wouldn’t be able to see his pursuit.
“Is that all you’ve got? You don’t think the world’s strongest guy can be caught that easily, do you?”
“How persistent!”
The girl still gave chase. As he ran, Adlet pressed against his right arm. In truth, he wasn’t able to completely evade the previous attack. His upper arm had been gashed, and was bleeding. His composed words were an effort to mask the wound.
As he ran, Adlet looked the back of his right hand. A mysterious emblem was engraved into it.
It was the size of an infant’s hand. In the middle of the complex runes was a flower with six petals. The emblem glowed a dull, thin red.
Adlet muttered, looking at the emblem.
“I won’t get killed. The heroes of Six Flowers can’t get killed here.”
What was on Adlet’s right hand. In layman’s terms, was called the Emblem of Six Flowers.
The proof of a hero’s selection, to carry the burden of saving the world.
The legend recites. At the far west end of the continent, lay slumbering a fearsome beast.
Its appearance was too terrible to speak of, its strength surpassing human imagination. It is said that its existence was solely to slaughter humans. When it awakens, it would gather as subordinates tens of thousands of crazed beasts and assault the continent, turning the world into hell.
The beast had no name, simply being called a devil.
The legend recites. When the devil awakens from its long slumber, the God of Fate would select six heroes. That the selected heroes would, on their body, have an engraving of six flowers.
Only those six selected heroes could defeat the devil.
Adlet Meyer was selected as a Hero of Six Flowers. And he departed on the journey to defeat the devil. He met the those selected by fate to fight alongside him, and headed toward the land where the beast slumbered.
However.
“You still persist!?”
A voice that crept closer from behind. Blades that sprung from the ground. Adlet was desperately escaping from them.
His vision blurred from blood loss. His fingertips grew colder, and his legs began giving out. But he couldn’t stop. He’d be killed if he got caught.
Why did this happen, Adlet thought. In truth, they should already be assaulting the place of the beast’s slumber. Along with those selected by fate, they should be fighting the evil that obstructs them. But now, Adlet was being pursued by a girl, and about to be killed.
“This time!”
The girl quickly continued attacking Adlet’s location. The blades grazed Adlet’s hair and sliced apart his armor.
“Guh!’
He crouched under the blade coming toward him from in front. And then he quickly stood up and resumed running. This time a blade came from below. He rolled to the side to avoid it.
The aim wasn’t perfect, but the attacks were relentless. Of some tens of blades, one or two would catch Adlet. And every time he evaded one, the distance between him and his pursuit shrank.
“!”
Blades coming from the left and right at the same time. One gouged into the Adlet’s side. Along with the impact of having a rib shredded, his body was flung to the side, and he rolled. Blood bubbled forth from his throat. Clutching his side, he crouched. He could no longer stand.
His pursuit had already come within sight range.
“… I’ve finally caught you.”
A girl appeared from the tree shades through the mist.
A florid girl. Covered in white armor, and jewels encrusted the grip of the rapier she clutched. She wore a helmet with rabbit ear designs.
Bright, flaxen hair. Big, red eyes. Plump lips. A distinctly beautiful girl. Just by standing there, she emitted an aura of nobility and grace. She was a girl covered in grace.
“… Nashetania.”
Adlet said her name.
He knew. By Nashetania’s breast was, like Adlet’s right hand, an Emblem of Six Flowers. She, too, was a Hero of Six Flowers, selected to defeat the devil.
He was about to be killed by someone he was supposed to fight alongside.
“… Listen, Nashetania.”
“What is it?”
“… I’m your companion.”
Nashetania giggled. And then pointed her rapier at Adlet. The blade reached out and pierced his ear.
“Of all things to say now, that?”
Nashetania was laughing. But she looked like she was staring at an insect.
“What an idiot. If you surrendered and confessed, I would let you die peacefully.”
“There’s nothing to confess. I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“It’s useless. I won’t be tricked any longer.”
Nashetania quietly sighed.
“You trapped us. You deceived us, and hurt us. It’s already clear that you’re an imposter.”
“I’m not lying. You’re the one being tricked. The enemy’s using you to kill me.”
But those words never reached Nashetania.
“I never killed a companion. And I never placed any traps.”
“I said before. I won’t be tricked any longer.”
“I’m not tricking you! Listen, Nashetania! I’m not the seventh!”
The rapier Nashetania gripped, reached out. Its tip was pointed at Adlet’s heart.
“Wrong. You are the seventh.”
The legend recites.
When the devil awakens, and the world is endangered, the God of Fate will select six heroes. On the bodies of the six heroes will be an emblem depicting a flower.
Only the six heroes can defeat the devil and save the world.
However.
Seven appeared with the Emblem of Six Flowers.
All seven appeared with, without a doubt, a real emblem.
Why was there an extra? Adlet knew the reason.
One of the seven was an enemy. One who'd waded into their midst, to trap them, to kill them.
But who amongst the seven heroes was the enemy?
Adlet still didn’t know the answer.
Just wanted to share with someone, lol.
Did you draw the cover?
Translation, lol.