New Dawn

## Summary

New Dawn is the mysterious homeland of Jay Utopia and Strea Aries. It was said to be a mighty land dictated by three great countries, until it was destroyed, which according to different accounts by Jay was either in a great and terrible disaster or a ruthless and bloody war.

*(Perhaps... both?)*

In the aftermath of its destruction, Jay was left as the sole survivor, and left the land in search of a new home.

## Factions

### Noble Industries

Noble Industries was a democratic nation in which Jay became a part of. It sported somewhat advanced tech and infrastructure, and had considerable landmarks, such as a huge train station and large clock tower, which served as the government building for the country. Jay served as its Secretary of the State, and later General of the Noble Army.

### Qoth do Qahnaarin

Qoth do Qahnaarin was a nation constructed inside a huge dome in the middle of the ocean, where Strea would take up residence.

### Empire of the Rising Sun

The Empire of the rising sun was an imperialistic nation with culture based on that of the Japanese. This was the smallest of the three main nations.

### The Citadel

The Citadel was a strange building, a colossal spire of pure stone stretching all the way to the build height. Inside worked a strange order with insane practices.

## The End of New Dawn

*Ripples of smoke writhing across the field, accompanied by a dance of white and red sparks.*

*A symphony of crashing booms, and howls of pain...*

*A man calling for a halt to the fighting, gleaming netherite blade poised at the boy as his hand held in it a warped, charcoal skull above a sculpture of charred sand.*

*Chains rattling against the boy's wrist, the young girl beside him shaking from fear.*

*Fear of the man who stood at the table.*

*The leaders of the land, of* his land*, standing at the table with pressed worry on their faces. Four men all stood read beside the line of prisoners, hands poised to summon beasts of death upon a single treacherous move of the leaders.*

*The wicked man held out his hand, speaking the ultimatum. With regret, the leaders submitted.*

*The fear flaring to a crescendo as the three held out the gleaming midnight prisms, each etched with ancient markings that glowed a faint myriad of color. The man took them without hesitation, visible arcs of energy lacing his skin.*

*The man smirked, and turned, eyes sharp with insanity and piercing directly into the boy's soul. Suddenly, his acolytes ripped the cuffs from the boy's wrists, sending a splatter of blood onto the ground. He was being shoved forward, his sister screaming and clawing for him, but she was beaten to the ground.*

*His fear was now a roar in his ears as he was placed in front of the man he so despised.*

"It's time, son," *The man said, the three Anchors floating around his arm as he outstretched it.* "Give me the Anchor. I know you stole it from us, all those years ago."

*He was shaking, the weight of the prism in his soul heavy as a canonball. He wanted nothing more than to hold out the object, to let this nightmare end. But he couldn't move.*

*The man was becoming impatient.*

*"*Give it to me **NOW**." *He growled.* "It's what your mother would have wanted!"

*And still, the boy didn't move.*

"Give it to me, or your failure of a sister dies."

*Rage.*

*Where fear once flowered, rage now burned.*

*A blinding rage, pent up from years of torture and fear and never being good enough.*

*Oh, how it burned as bright as the Sun.*

*His diamond blade slicing the man from shoulder to hip, relieving him of his outstretched arm.*

*The boy reached forward, and...*

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*A roar louder than a thousand withers, a flash of light brighter than the Sun as a bolt of brilliant golden lightning erupted from the heavens, striking the four Anchors in tandem and incinerating everything around him.*

*His skin was laced with fire, his mind rushing with thousands of images, of memories of lives before and of Hell and of eternal torment and loneliness and suffering-*

*He screamed, and it was over.*

*Fire danced from his back, sprouting heavenly wings of amber and azure flame from the tips of the four prisms, his hair bleached white and outgrown.*

*The god stood, glowing eyes wide with shock as rain began to pour. A crater smoked around him, small yet void of the table or the man. All outside that, the plains were charred and blackened, the once mighty stone walls he had labored to build now collapsed in rubble.*

*And everyone was dead.*

*And everyone was dead.*