In the Distant Past. . .
A mysterious island suddenly appeared in the sky one day, high above the
ocean. Four godlike beings went and claimed its awesome power for their
own. Many people say that it was, in fact, those four who raised the isle
in the first place, in order to attack human kind.
The wicked ones were called Sinistraels. They possessed the horrific powers
of Destruction, Chaos, Terror and Death. These beings named their island
Doom Island, and the castle that sat in its center was called the Fortress
But all hope was not lost. One man stood against those demons to protect
the world. He was the fiery haired warrior named Maxim. In his hands, he
held the legendary Spirit Sword Sargus, the only blade that could disrupt
the Sinistrael's energy. At his side stood his wife, the sorceress Selan.
Also fighting with him were the swordsman Guy, and a squirrel warrior named
Together, the four took a flying ship called Excerion and headed for the
Fortress of Doom. Once there, they sought out the four Sinistraels, and
killed them. But Selan was mortally wounded in the battle. Her last words
were a wish, to stand with Maxim on their land and to hold her infant son
one more time.
Suddenly, a glass bridge in the chamber collapsed. Guy and Artea were stuck
on the opposite side from their allies. Although Artea could have brought
them all to safety with a Warp spell under normal circumstances, the
distance between him and Maxim was too far. The young warrior ordered his
comrades to escape and spread the news of victory, while he stay to die
with his beloved.
Artea and Guy took it upon themselves to travel to the western lands, where
Doom Island fell into the sea. With them, they took Selan's aunt and the
couple's infant son. If ever another crisis involving the Sinistraels or
Doom Island occurred, the only one who could win would be someone of the
blood of Maxim. Although the burden would be great, the boy and his
descendants needed to carry it.
* * *
Ninety years passed since these events took place. . .
* * *
A redheaded boy with violet eyes runs into the inn. He was about eight-
years old, and had on a gray sleeveless tunic, blue breeches, and leather
boots. The boy has dirt smudged all over his face and clothing, as if he
had been out rolling in it all afternoon. Needless to say, the old
innkeeper wasn't too happy about this. He gave the boy a scolding glare.
"Lyle Rehbart Reon," scolds the man, "Where did you go today that you got
so dirty?" "Awwww Roman, I just went to the caves to do a little
exploring," Lyle whined.
Roman exclaimed, "Lyle! It's dangerous there! I told you never to go out of
town by yourself! What if a monster came up and attacked you? You're just a
Lyle gave his foster grandfather a smile. "It's ok, there's no monsters out
there. There hasn't been any since the days when the heroes came from over
the ocean with my ancestor, and began to train great warriors to kill them
It often surprised Roman about how much the young boy knew, and how mature
he was. His father had been like that too, as had his grandfather - - who
had been Roman's best friend in life. The old man assumed it had something
to do with the blood of Maxim. Since the descendants of the fallen hero had
to carry on his legacy, they were forced to grow up a little too fast. Not
that his legacy or having to grow up ever stopped Lyle from getting into
"Still, if something were to happen to you, your dead mother and father
would cry," Roman said, "As would Meria. Do you want to make Meria cry
"No, I don't want to hurt Meria anymore. She's already lost her parents,
just like me. Meria doesn't need no more grief," Lyle replied.
You see, there was a war between the Kingdom of Alekia - - where Lyle lives
- - and the Kingdom of Sheran - - which lay just beyond the caves. Lyle's
parents had fought in the war, but were both killed. But before they died,
they had made an arrangement with his mother's best friend that stated that
Lyle would marry her daughter when they grew up. In the end, both Lyle and
Meria were orphaned at the tender ages of five and six years old. That was
two years ago.
Before Roman could say anything else, a young girl entered the inn. She
seemed to be about Meria's age - - seven - - and had medium length blond
hair and blue eyes. The girl wore a blue sundress, and a pair of sandals.
Her cloths were filthy, and she showed signs of hunger and exhaustion.
Roman exclaimed, "By the gods! What happened to you child? Are you hurt?
Where are your parents?" But the little girl just hid her eyes, seemingly
afraid of what he asked.
Lyle then tried his luck. "Hi, my name is Lyle, what's yours?"
"Rasha," she whispered, "My name is Rasha."
"That's a nice name. Hey Rasha, I want you to meet someone else. She's
really nice, and I'm sure you'll both get along just fine. Meria, are you
here," he called down.
At once, Meria came down the stairs. She was a young girl with brown hair
and blue eyes. Her long sleeved dress was blue, with a white frilled dickie
that had an embroidered heart in the middle. The stockings on her legs were
white, and she had on black shoes.
Lyle stated, "Rasha, this is Meria. Meria, I'd like you to meet my new
friend Rasha. I just know that the three of us will be good friends."
Meria shook Rasha's hand. "Hello, my name is Meria. Let's both be friends."
* * *
This chance meeting by the descendant of Maxim, and the one with the name
that means "one touched by death" would forever change the course of
history. But nine years would pass before anyone knew exactly what Lyle's
role in history would be.
- - - -
This is only the introduction to the epic tale. The reason Rasha's name
means "one touched by death" will be explained in the next chapter. Note to
all, I really don't care who falls in love with Lyle in any of my fics (a
rare occurrence, usually I have a favorite and hang on to it like a lioness
to a gazelle). It's just that Rasha fits the part of Lufia the best. My
second fic, which I'm currently thinking up ideas for, will be a
Rasha/Migel fic. I just can't think of whether I want Fam or Ihrie with