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Abraham is a lonely and weak vagabond who traverses a world full of magic and monsters. But when he's gifted a sacred attribute from a shady chalice in a temple, everything changes. Pulse floods into him at a level that shouldn't be possible. And now, he's hunted by monsters and beings of almost divine power.

The Mantle of War

Starrk stretched his hands above his head.

"Now that you guys know my name, do you mind telling me yours?" His eyes glistened in the early morning sunlight.

Solara inhaled slowly in an attempt to calm herself down and said, "Solara. My name is Solara. My friend here is named Abraham."

His smile grew. "Aha! Young Abraham and Lady Solara. What very nice names."

There was an awkward silence for a few moments.

Starrk, realising the awkwardness of the situation says, "You know… you guys can ask me things, right?" His smile seemed more friendly. "I'm not some savage."

Hearing this, Solara calmed down a bit. Abraham on the other hand was even more tense and didn't say anything.

Solara, finally looking up at him, began to ponder questions to ask.

"It said… Ember of Calor… on your titles. What's that about?"

He lay down in the grass. "Calor is my citadel of course. It is ruled by the mighty and revered Solis, one of the Malakhs."

Solara looked at him, with curiosity in her eyes.

Starrk turned his head towards her, his smile still present.

"Lady Solis is amazing. After the fall of the original big three, she kept the people of Calor protected."

Abraham's pupils constricted, as if in slight disgust to what the man had just said.

"Well isn't that funny." His voice getting deeper, "Didn't they abandon an entire village? I mean, it's not too far from here y'know."

Starrk's smile faded somewhat, then reformed again.

"Ah… the Village of York?" His voice lost a bit of its warmth.

Starrk sighed. "Do not associate yourself with those barbarians." He said, somewhat passive aggressive. "The village used to house the old followers of the damned Anouk there."

Solara, realising the situation taking a more aggressive turn, jumps back in.

"How come your attribute says combat and then 'Draconic Infusion'?"

Starrk sat back up. "Oh that? Once you become an ignited, you unlock your previously dormant inherent powers." He looked down at himself, and then back up again, "Mine just happened to be based around dragons."

Starrk's back suddenly ripped open, revealing massive draconic wings.

Solara looked at the wings, stunned. "Just what are you?"

"Me? I was born in the ashes of a dead elder dragon." He met Abraham's eyes. "I am the Ember of Calor, Starrk, Graced by the Sun."

Abraham stood up. Solara glanced up at him.

"I think it's time we go. The port shouldn't be too far from here."

Solara thought for a moment, then stood up.

Starrk dismissed his wings and stood up. "Young Abraham, Lady Solara, mind if I come along with you?"

Starrk smiled, the warmth returning.

'Fuck. I meant to say I do mind…'

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