The Empire Dark Magic

((This is a Story by LordShadowraith, no others may edit)

   Major TW:

Death, manipulation, evil, large pain and etc. Continue at your own risk.

## Prologue

The calm and still snow lay on the ground like sugar in a pot. The forest side was quiet and still, as if all his died in the forest, as if winter had stolen the liveliness out of it.

Two figures in black stood 10 meters away from each other. They stood unmoving like two statues, statues of destruction.

**"I told you I'd be back, I can't die foolish mortal."** Said the other taller figure, from under the hood you could see nothing, it was a total abyss.

The opposite figure gripped the handle of his sword, he pulled up his face revealing a pale face with black raven hair, "I realized, that is why I'm here."

The taller figure in pure blinks fazed towards the man. It swung out a slivery sword that flashed a pale ghostly light as it collided with the sword of the parrying opponent. A wave of whispers hit the raven-haired man but he held firm. **"Just die already, Redven... your time in this world is limited."**

Redven snorted softly, barely holding back the sword, "Phantom ... begon." He parried the blow suddenly and stabbed the sword through Phantom.

Nothing happened.

It was then that Phantom swung his sword and Redven's head tumbled onto the snow... spraying blood all around.

The Phantom stepped through the corpse and moved towards the forest-line, disappearing into the *darkness*.

## Chapter 1

The loud noises of the tavern brought jolly feelings to the arrogant body of Vari. He would always like the smell of the fireplace and the taste of the homemade beer that was served there.

As he dragged himself through the snow, he was overcome with his terrible addiction to taverns. As he looked up to the wooden sword hanging from the side of the tavern. The words- *The Gracious Sword* was a stupid title, but no one exactly cared for how the tavern was named. They only cared for the fact that it *was* a tavern.

Vari walked in and pulled his cloak off and shook the snow off of it. He hanged it up and moved through the crowd of people, his sword getting stuck in other people's chairs and tables. He sat down and stared out the window into the snowy lands.

The tall pale-faced brunette with bold green eyes was minding his own business, though secretly he was waiting for the arrival of that wizard-guy. He was annoyed at the fact he had to in-general talk with one. The mages were seen as un-wanted disturbers of the company and know-it-all folks. Generally, the human race avoided any of their 'wisdom' they presented.

Vari crossed his arms and glanced up to see a figure in blue robes with a blue hat sitting down opposite of him, he noticed immediately that the wizard seemed to look 40, so age didn't have any effect on him. The wizard pulled off his hat and placed it on the edge of the table, he had light blonde hair that was medium length, the wizard smiled and finally said, "Varian of the Greenwood line?"

Vari nodded slightly, "Indeed Mr..?"

"Hiren." The wizard said simply, he acted polite and respectful to Vari, even though the travelling Guild Blade seemed to be grim and dull.

Vari glanced around for a moment at the bustling tavern and then lowered his voice, "I'm going to be quick to the point with you, Hiren, the only reason why I accepted your proposal to investigate the death of a fellow Blade... is because I am deeply troubled by the death of him, he was a very skilled warrior, his powers even ranged into the magic field."

Hiren nodded thoughtfully, he analyzed the information carefully, "I am very concerned by the sudden appearance of the Phantom, they usually stay in the darkest depths of the world..."

Vari shrugged, "That worries me least, I care about the fact that it is sent back to its place." He glanced at the men and woman laughing around in the warmth of the tavern, it seemed cozy even more especially since there were piles of snow outside.