“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

After a twenty-minute walk, just across a large rock that looks like a gateway, the party reaches the village that was mentioned. 


Just past the rock gate, two elf guards are about to stop them from getting through. But when they notice the horned wolf, they stay their obsidian spears. 


“Phew... If Hainar is leading you people here... I guess Fowler is acting up again...” one of them spoke. 


“No-no, man, if Hainar is bringing ‘live’ people, then they’re good people, remember?” the other one reminded. 


“Oh, yeah. Fowler sure has some interesting beasts on his side... Even my pets ran away from me, *sob.” 


“Pardon our attitude before. You people may enter.” 


“(What a lively set of guards...)” Marco thought in his mind. 


“(I know what you’re thinking mate... and I agree.)” Scias said in his mind while looking at the young explorer. 


“Gee, thanks!” Marco thanked the guards. 


“But a word of caution if I may...” one of the guards walks to him. 


The Elves in the Forest