Akion_Quazson

My reality has fallen, the Planeblade broken, and I carry only a piece of it.

In my timeless wandering, I have visited many worlds, seeking a place to restore the souls of my home reality. And finally, I have found it. 

Valade, a far-distant and uninhabited reality, seems to be that place I had been searching for. The search is over, but the adventure is only beginning.



This is the first draft of Rise of Valade.

Rise of Valade

The world didn't end by zombie apocalypse or giant monsters. Not even global warming or being absorbed into the sun.


The world ended when a single desperate businessman let his greed consume him. He made a wish that not even unreality can grant. 


And reality collapsed under an unfulfilled promise.


I stood in the nothingness I had wandered. My body did not show the years I had wandered the Interplane.


In front of me was a glowing white sword, double edged and hanging in the nothingness. In its blade, I saw a  lush, green sphere. There was no hint of industry, nor intelligence.


There was room here, unlike the dozens of worlds I had visited.


I clenched my hand tighter around the hilt of a broken blade, which had once been a glorious weapon like the other. It was now dull, with countless spots of different colors drifting within.


"We did it." I whispered to the void, "We found a place to rebuild our lives."


I extended my broken weapon to the whole one, and the two joined inseparably.


I let the thought I did not speak hang as I touched the smooth glass. It tugged at my soul. I let it pull me in, now a citizen of a fresh new world.


Prologue - Valade