Episode – Seeking the Master
Into the Mountains
Rian's party followed the legend of the Blade Master deep into the mountains.
The trail was brutal—sharp rocks, sheer drops—but they pressed on.
After hours of climbing, they found it:
a waterfall cascading from a cliff like a silver curtain.
Behind it—hidden—a cave mouth waited.
Nightfall Under the Falls
Darkness fell before they entered.
They sat around a small fire on a flat stone,the sound of rushing water all around them.
The flames painted their faces red.
The smell of smoke dulled their exhaustion.
For a time, there was only silence.
The fire cracked softly.
Rian finally spoke.
Rian:*"Lately… the power inside me is slipping out of my control.
I try to suppress it, but it keeps growing."*
Everyone looked at him.
Ivela spoke low.
Ivela:*"What power?
You've never said."*
Rian's gaze lifted.
Rian:*"The power of the Titans.
A legacy left to the one who struck them down."*
Serin's eyes widened.
Serin:"The one who struck down the Titans… the king of Elysium—Merslin?"
Rian nodded.
Rian:*"Yes.
Merslin was my father.
I… was a prince of Elysium."*
The fire wavered.
No one spoke for a breath.
Ivela broke the stillness.
Ivela:*"Why hide it for so long?
That power… that's why you've been suffering, isn't it?"*
Rian stared into the fire.
Rian:*"At first I thought I could handle it.
But as time passed… I couldn't control it.
If it keeps growing… one day—"*
The words trailed off.
The unease didn't.
Kairen reached his hands toward the fire, voice soft.
Kairen:*"Even I—a monk who sought peace—feel rage in battle.
I try to master it, but it never disappears.
I'm always afraid of it."*
Serin blinked, surprised.
Serin:"Kairen… I never knew you struggled like that."
Kairen nodded.
Kairen:"Fighting my anger is harder than fighting any enemy."
Ivela stared into the fire.
Ivela:*"When I lost my brother… I've felt weak ever since.
If I can't save him, do I even deserve to go back home?"*
Serin spoke after a pause.
Serin:*"My magic draws from nature… but the more I use it, the more I feel I'm harming it.
Sometimes I wonder if I should keep using it at all."*
The silence was long.
Then Rian raised his head.
Rian:*"We've all been carrying this.
Afraid of where our power might lead us."*
Ivela placed a hand on his.
Ivela:*"But we're together.
That's what matters."*
Kairen smiled faintly.
Kairen:*"Rian, don't bear it alone.
We'll help."*
Serin nodded.
Serin:"Yes. We'll help you."
The fire dimmed.
That night, under the waterfall,they shared their burdens—and felt their bond harden.
**
Episode – The Master of Blades, Belgarion
Through the Waterfall
Behind the silver curtain of water, the cave yawned.
They lit torches and entered.
The deeper they went, the stranger the air became—a stillness that wasn't natural.
Serin brushed the wall.
Serin:*"This… isn't nature's aura.
It's from another plane."*
Kairen muttered.
Kairen:"Something here… is watching us."
Then the air itself shimmered.
An unseen barrier split the space.
Rian's greatsword thrummed in his hands,a glow running along the blade.
He stepped closer.
The barrier split—like a door of light.
A blinding surge swallowed him.
Ivela:"Rian!"
She reached, but he was already gone.
The Sanctum of the Silent Blade
Light. Endless, endless light.
Rian stood in open sky, on nothing at all.
Hundreds of shattered swords floated in the air.
At their heart stood a single figure.
Silver armor.
Feet not touching ground.
Belgarion—the Master of Blades.
His voice rang like struck steel.
Belgarion:"Long have I waited… for one to inherit my strength."
Rian gripped his greatsword tighter.
Rian:"Why… did you call me?"
Belgarion stepped closer.
Each step left a trail of swordlight in the air.
Belgarion:*"Your blood woke me.
The blood of Merslin—the slayer of Titans."*
Rian steadied his breath.
Rian:*"I'll fight with my own blade.
I don't need another weapon.
I'll place my intent in this sword."*
A smile flickered across Belgarion's lips.
Belgarion:*"Good.
A true warrior chooses not the blade, but the intent."*
The Passing of the Sword
Belgarion swung his sword.
Light erupted.
Hundreds of gleaming fragments poured into Rian's greatsword.
The blade trembled—etched now with glowing blue runes.
Belgarion:*"Your sword is no longer mere steel.
My art, my will—are in your hand now.
Its name…"*
"Aetherchaser."
Rian swung.
Three spectral blades formed in the air, orbiting him.
Belgarion:*"Do not command the blade.
Show it your intent.
The sword will follow."*
Rian opened his palm.
Five blades formed, weaving attack and guard around him.
Belgarion's form began to fade.
Belgarion:*"You are worthy to surpass me.
'Aetherchaser' is now a part of you."*
Back to the Cave
Light vanished.
Rian stood in the cave once more.
The burst of energy startled the others—they ran to him.
Ivela (breathless):"Rian! What happened?"
Serin stared at his eyes.
Serin (softly):"Your eyes… they've changed."
Rian raised the greatsword.
Blue runes blazed on the blade.
Rian:*"Belgarion… the Master of Blades passed his art to me.
This sword is now the Aetherchaser."*
**
Episode – The Pain of the Captured
The Shadow of the Oath
When word reached them that the Oath of Light was hunting down Aranuk and the earth spirits, Rian's party moved fast.
Once, Aranuk had been shackled and humiliated by them—his raw strength turned into a symbol of their power.
They could not allow that scene to play out again.
The forest was unnaturally still. Even the leaves seemed to hold their breath.
Kairen stopped, voice low.
Kairen:*"Remember what they did to Aranuk the first time?
How they paraded that power, crushing anyone who defied them?
This isn't just about gathering strength. They're after something bigger."*
Rian gripped his greatsword tighter, the edge biting into his palm.
Rian:*"You're right. Their goal isn't 'purification.'
It's resurrection.
They'll use Aranuk and the spirits as the keys.
If we don't stop them—the world will burn."*
The Oath's Ritual
Beyond the treeline, silver-plated armor caught moonlight.
Knights moved with heavy steps,flanked by black-clad warlocks drawing sigils into the dirt.
Half-formed circles pulsed with dim light—spells meant to bind spirits.
Ivela scanned the scene, jaw tight.
Ivela:*"If they capture the spirits… nature itself will break.
This isn't just a battle—it's the world unraveling."*
Rian nodded once.Inside him, the Titan's power stirred—hungry, restless.He drew a long breath, forcing it down.
From ahead, voices carried through the trees.
Knight A:*"Relics alone won't suffice.
We need the Titan's spawn. The earth spirits.
Only then will the Will be complete."*
Knight B:"At last… the god's design will be fulfilled."
Rian's eyes sharpened, voice cutting like steel.
Rian:*"You heard that.
No more waiting."*
Kairen's fingers tightened around his spear shaft.
Kairen:"If we miss this chance… we won't get another."
The Brother's Face
From the shadows, boots pounded softly on soil.
A squad of Oath Knights emerged, cloaked in black.
Among them—one pair of eyes locked onto Ivela's.
Cold.
Lifeless.
Her breath caught.
Ivela:"…Brother?"
The single word froze the air.
Her brother did not speak.
He simply raised his blade.
Precise. Unflinching.
There was no human trace left in his face.
Rian's voice dropped, low and heavy.
Rian:*"He isn't your brother anymore.
The Oath has him."*
Ivela shook her head.
Her voice trembled, but her stance did not.
Ivela:*"No.
He would never turn from me.
I'll bring him back."*
Rian drew his greatsword, meeting her eyes.
Rian:"Then we fight to take him back—before Aranuk and the spirits are lost."
Ivela lifted her spear high.
No more hesitation.
Ivela:*"Then this ends here.
I'll bring my brother home."*
⚔️ The Clash
The Oath Knights slammed their shields together—a wall of iron and faith.
"Bond of Blood!"
Their chant echoed, a ring of crimson light linking them as one.
Rian unleashed the Aetherchaser.
Phantom swords shimmered into the air, streaking toward the shield wall.
Each blade struck with force—but the Bond held.
Each time it cracked, the red light flared, knitting the line shut.
Ivela met her brother head-on.
His strikes were sharp, relentless, inhuman.
Behind them, Rian felt the Titan's energy boil in his veins.
He ground his teeth, forcing it back down.
"Not yet."
The battlefield shook.
Knights shouting oaths, steel screaming against steel—and above it all, Ivela's voice, raw and defiant:
Ivela:"Brother! I won't lose you—!"
***
Episode – Frozen Bonds
The Duel
The forest was chaos—steel, fire, and magic colliding.
While Rian tore into the Oath's shield wall,Ivela faced Tyrone—her brother.
He stood like a statue, staff in hand, eyes like ice.
No warmth. No hesitation.
Ivela:"Brother… do you really not know me?"
Her voice trembled—but her spearpoint stayed firm.
Tyrone didn't answer.
He raised his staff.
Magic split the air.
Tyrone:"Those who defy the Will will fall."
The words were not spoken—they were delivered.
A trigger for unrelenting violence.
Spear met staff.
The first impact rang like a bell.
Tyrone's staff brushed her spear,but the jolt still numbed her wrist.
Ivela gritted her teeth, resetting her grip.
Ivela:*"They did this to you…
But I'll take you back."*
Tyrone struck again.
Fast. Fluid.
Like water turned to ice—smooth, but merciless.
Tyrone:"Resistance is meaningless."
Ivela's breath hitched.
Her spear felt heavy.
Each strike landed like a hammer—a machine with no pause, no mercy.
Still, she reset her stance.
The spear dropped low, scraping earth—then lashed up like lightning.
Ivela:*"I'm not giving up.
You can come back."*
Tyrone didn't react.
Another blow came.
Ivela twisted, deflecting, jabbing back in a quick counter.
CLANG!
The staff wavered for the first time.
Ivela:*"Do you hear me?
It's me—Ivela!
You're… my brother!"*
For just a moment—his eyes wavered.
A crack in the ice.
Then—
From behind, an Oath priest's voice sliced through the chaos.
Priest:"Bind his will."
Tyrone's eyes hardened again.
His movements—more mechanical, more brutal.
But Ivela did not falter.
Her spear sang through the air.
Ivela:*"I won't lose you.
Not this time."*
Tyrone swung wide.
The staff split the air.
Ivela ducked, spun—
and drove her spear up.
CRACK!
The staff jolted aside.
His eyes flickered again.
The ice trembled.
Ivela:*"Come back.
You're still my brother."*
Tyrone froze—just for a breath.
Not fully freed, not fully bound—
caught in the fracture.
The battlefield roared on around them—Rian clashing with the Oath, magic detonating,but in the center,between brother and sister,the bond stayed frozen—and on the edge of breaking.
****
Episode 73 – Unexpected Alliance
The battlefield was still burning hot.Steel clashed, flames roared, and Rian's Aether Seeker cut through the air like fire.
The templars' formation, bound tight by their cry of "Covenant!", held firm as if forged from iron.But with every swing, the arc of Rian's blade carved more cracks into their shield wall.
Serin:"This pace isn't enough! We're being pushed back!"
Rian:"We can't retreat. If we don't stop them now—Aranuk and the spirits will all be lost!"
Rian tightened his grip on the greatsword.From its edge, a wave of ether rippled out, humming through the forest air.
🌑 A Stranger's Shadow
Then—
A new presence stirred from the opposite side of the woods.Rian's instincts flared, his fingers closing around his sword hilt.
A black cloak billowed in the wind.
Elrahar.
Behind him,stood Brakka, hefting his massive axe like it was nothing,and Caron, fingers weaving strands of crimson sorcery.
Elrahar:"We meet again."
His voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp as drawn steel.
Rian:"Why are you here? Don't tell me—"
Elrahar:"If we'd come to fight you, I'd have drawn my sword already.But today… things are different."
Brakka slung his axe over his shoulder, laughing roughly.
Brakka:"Those templar bastards are trying to steal our prey.We already silenced a few, but more kept coming."
Caron chuckled, a flicker of crimson fire sparking in his palm.
Caron:"So we decided—today, they're far more interesting than you."
Rian hesitated, blade still raised.
Elrahar and his companions weren't people he could trust.But right now—
To stop the Oathsworn Templars, there were no other choices.
Rian:"…Fine. For now, we share the same enemy."
Elrahar gave a short nod.
Elrahar:"Agreed. Though…"(twirling his sword lazily)"…when this is over, that might change."
Rian:"That's good enough."
⚔️ An Unlikely Union
Both groups moved at once.
Elrahar's blade flashed,Brakka's axe shattered shields like slabs of stone,and Caron's blood magic rooted templars in place.
Rian unleashed the Aether Seeker.Two—three—four spectral swords spun into being, hammering down on the shield wall from above.
Brakka:"Hah! They're breaking!"
His axe smashed through the locked shields, sending the first templar crashing down.Rian darted into the gap.
Elrahar:"Don't slow down."
Their blades crossed paths—two arcs, one strike—and two more templars fell.
🌑 The Collapse of the Shield Wall
The line wavered.
Templars tried to reform their barrier,but Caron's sorcery wrapped around their legs, holding them fast.
Caron:"Go on—try to move, if you can."
Brakka's axe split the last shield,while Serin's water magic shielded their allies and steadied the ground.
🌑 The End of the Battle — and a Shadow in the Trees
Silence followed.
The templars lay fallen, and only harsh breathing filled the air.
Then, Ivela's head snapped up.A fleeting shadow slipped through the trees—
Tyrone.
Ivela:"Brother…!"
She started to run, but the shadow was already gone, swallowed by the dark.
Rian stepped in, placing a steady hand on her shoulder.
Rian:"There will be another chance."
Elrahar sheathed his sword and looked straight at Rian.
Elrahar:*"A good fight.
But—"*
His gaze stayed sharp, unreadable.
Rian:"You helped us this time… so I'll say it. Thank you."
Elrahar smirked faintly.
Elrahar:*"I'll take your thanks.
But next time we meet—I can't promise we'll still be allies."*
He turned, black cloak swirling, and vanished into the forest.Brakka and Caron followed, their silhouettes swallowed by the mist.
A short, fierce alliance—but everyone knew.
This alliance could turn back into blades at any moment.