Prologue

A platinum white haired man, clad in a blue silver armor and donning a zweihander sword upon a billowing cyan cloak, walks to the edge of a cliff that overlooks a small developing village, nestled next to a beautiful and rich forest. seven other figures follow behind the man, shrouded by cloaks of their own. 

The man takes in a deep breath of refreshing air. "This place and all its people are just incredible aren't they?" He says in a gleeful tone.

He turns his attention away from the town and to a red messy haired child running towards them, full of excitement.

The child loses their footing from a shifting rock, and they begin to cry out as they fall off the cliff. 

Swiftly, the white haired man springs into action, leaping off the cliff himself. He snatches the child mid-air, as fast as lightning.

As soon as he lands, a flaming javelin strikes against his arm and he nearly drops the child.

"W-what are you doing!?" He cried out. Looking back to the top of the cliff, all the color drained from his face. He saw his thought to be ally conjuring another flame javelin, and the others beside him, standing idly.