“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

To the eastern part of the ruined palace, at a destroyed courtyard that seemingly has gone through an apocalypse once, the three of them discussed. 


The place they’re discussing at may be in ruins, full of mosses and wild plants. But it is the calmest place among others. 


“Your Majesty, what is it that you wish to ask of us...?” Taizun asked while bowing down. 


“Cut the formal crap,” the emperor frowned. “It’s only us in here, so I expect to loosen up the tense a bit. So, stand up, Taizun!” the emperor kindly lent his hand to the bowing Dragonian. 


“O-Oh, I see. Very well, then, sir,” Taizun reached his hand and stood up. 


“Ah! Ze old prinz has returned again! I couldn’t express no’zing but glad, mein Prinz!” 


Meeting in the Weathered Grounds (Part 2)