Chapter Text
Prologue
“Champions of Gaia, to defeat the great darkness that plagues Gaia and restore the balance of order and chaos. We must form Zeus’ barrier to seal the darkness away,” said a mysterious figure. “But Baerus, if we form the barrier, we will destroy ourselves in the process,” argued another character.” “What choice do we have, Dynamus? If we don’t stop the great darkness, it will soon consume us all and destroy the balance,” reasoned a warrior princess. “I agree with Aria, we must strike now with all our remaining strength if we hope to crush our foe,” said a warrior. “I’m with Ragnarok, we are the only ones who can seal this darkness away if we don’t, then Gaia will perish and all that we know will plunge into darkness and chaos,” said a knight. “Very well then, if Timisus believes we should, then I would be honored to make my last stand with my family,” spoke Dynamus.
Baerus then turned to look at each one of his comrades that he learned to call his family. Then he looked around the area that he once called his home, the home that was filled with lush trees was now a sea of fire. The beautiful night sky that was full of stars was now clouded by the great darkness, the landscape that used to support the lives of many people now was a desolate ghost town.
Baerus finally rested his gaze on the love of his life, his warrior princess. He walked towards her slowly and carefully, almost as if he was afraid she would run from him. Baerus took off his helmet, revealing his dark blue eyes, his chiseled jaw with hints of a stubble, and his dark, messy hair. He then slowly raised his hands to gently lift his lover’s helmet off to reveal her long raven-colored hair, her high cheekbones flush from their battle, her plump lips. Finally, Baerus’ gaze met a pair of blue eyes that rival the cleanest and purest of oceans. Her gaze was filled with love and determination, a fierce fire burning behind it that always drew him in. He lowered his lips to meet hers in a passionate kiss. Aris wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him in as close as possible and deepened the kiss; Baerus wrapped one of his arms around her. His other one buried itself in her hair. They broke their passionate kiss and rested their foreheads against each other. Baerus softly whispered, “I love you, my princess,” and Aris whispered back, “I love you too, my dark knight.” They released each other from their embrace and put their helmets back on. Baerus turned to the others and spoke: “Knights of Order, I ask you once more to lend me your strength for one last battle as Gaia’s chosen protectors.”
“I, Dynamus the wise, give my wisdom and my remaining magic to the barrier,” shouted Dynamus to the vast darkness. Dynamus began to glow as a large circle began to appear in the sky.
“I, Ragnarok, the warrior, give my power along with my remaining strength to the barrier,” Ragnarok growled to their enemy. Ragnarok began to glow, and the pain began a course through their veins, symbols began to appear in the circle.
“I, Timisus, the brave, give my honor and my remaining light to the barrier,” shouted a pained Timisus. Timisus began to glow, and arrows formed in the barrier and began to rotate slowly.
“I, Aria, the warrior princess, give my love and warrior spirit to the barrier,” she said in pain. Aris began to glow, and half of a six-pointed star formed.
The great darkness yelled into baerus’ mind, “Who are you, mortal?” He replied, “I am vengeance, I am the night, I am baerus the dark knight, and I give my life and soul to the barrier.” Baerus started glowing, and the other half of the star appeared. The great darkness spoke in baerus’ mind once more, “the barrier will not hold me forever. I will rise again, and when I do, I will destroy Gaia and plunge this world into darkness and chaos.”
Baerus spoke his final words in a voice full of promise and strength even. As he and his family disappeared, he plunged his sword into the earth “when the great darkness awakens a new knight will rise chosen by Gaia herself. A warrior that walks the line between order and chaos, that fights in the darkness to bring light to others. A soldier of justice and an agent of vengeance” as he spoke, the words engraved themselves on the sword itself.
After the fierce battle was won, the landscape began to heal itself as if the fight never happened though the sword remained. The people returned and began rebuilding their village, they passed down stories of the sword to generation to generation. They said that the sword could only be lifted and awakened by a knight worthy of its power. But as years went by the sword and the Knights of Order were slowly forgotten and faded from history itself.