“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

Marco opened his eyes again, and this time, the chaotic world now shapeshifted into the view of his past. It became clear on what was it that was getting projected into him. 


It was Rogers, his father, shouting to Drugo to run. 


*I will not let the same havoc ‘awakens’ again!* 


“Ah… that’s his face. I remember it vividly. 


The greatest explorer, my greatest hero, my father…” 


But as the clock sound ticks, his father’s view distorted further, and further away. 


“Wait… father… why are you distancing away from me…? Father…! FATHER!” 


No matter how far Marco’s hands reached out, it will never reach him. He was reminded once more. The man he admired greatly has already gone. 


That’s right... This was all just a dream... 


...or was it just a simple dream? No… it must hold a message behind it!!” He shed tears as his father’s body decayed into thin air. 


That Dream again... (Part 2)