“Sometimes, it is better to not know.”

Such sayings worked most of the time, especially in the magical world in order to maintain peace.

"It is better to leave mysteries unsolved rather than discovering them recklessly and then suffer miserably. Besides, it is for everyone’s sake," so said the Inquisitor.

However, no matter in what era, world, and situation, the truths will be unveiled no matter how well it is hidden from everyone, even if it takes a millennium to unfold. It shall be, and will be.

As a result, anomalies, wars and battles, swords and sorceries, bloods and tears, rage and sadness, and chaos will surely erect for every truths learnt. Or maybe, would it be the other way around?

Well, who knows? It may not be as simple as you think it is.

This is a story of a young man named Marco Istinggar, whose goal is to seek the Grand Altar, the mighty and most holy site of the ancient times. Within, stores the secret of the world.

Dragonia

“…’tis form allows me to use mine trump card!” Zeugen pointed to himself with his thumb while sporting an overly proud grin. 


Marco and Sean watch him spread out his arms. 


“Vat dost thou thinkst of ‘tis form?” Zeugen unexpectedly asked. 


“Huh?” both Marco and Sean confused. 


“We Dragonians have ‘tis transformation to quickly cope with thy humans, either social or battle. That’s why, it ist an admirable skill of ours!” the Dragonian bragged. 


“What the hell is he talking about?” Sean got annoyed. 


“I dunno, he’s gotta be insane.” Marco replied in the same tone as Sean did. 


“Well, he’s insane from the start, anyway…” Sean retorted. 


“Wait. Yo, Sean...” Marco looked at his partner. “I think he didn’t know that we’re from the exact same world as he is...” 


“Then he’s not only insane, but he’s also made of stupid,” Sean added rudely. “But still, Marco... he’s still a major threat for both of us. Despite his demeanor, he must be a level of a Dragon Knight.” 


Wille des Windes