Murdron is my fictional character in a story I started writing and thinking about when I was 15. It's a made up name. It's the story of an element fighting to keep the balance; Belonging to an ancient race of 100 beings. Unmatched in power, with the gift of controlling elements of life. To be able to keep peace easily.
Nigh they could die, nor perish
If just this was true, I would wish
Time is such folly ally, child
A hand offered, other tight
Mysteriously then it began. One by one these powerful beings were being taken down during centuries and ages, counted as rare and recent, it was believed to be the work of an outsider, but there was no proof. Which led to the council to believe it was done while peacekeeping. Yet Murdron believed otherwise and began to gather some who would fight willingly by his side.
While the 100 (elemental) knew they must act, but their code of honor prevented them to do as such upon unconscious beings;
The world even had mysteries for it's peacekeepers as it was believed the code will reveal it's true weapon in it's time. As no one knew what this weapon was, use of it was forbidden until such dire time would come(arrive).
While the ignorant Elemental Council continued investigations, the body counts of the elements grew. Until one day arrived when the last fire elemental was killed, and they were no more as it was believed.
Having lost one of four branches, they thought the doom is upon them. While this was seemingly a good reason to react openly upon the events, yet the council of elders, denied permission to Murdron, stating that the island will be safe forever and an onslaught on the Elemental Island (Living Float) is foolish and confronting an army of Elemental is death itself.
Filled with rage and despair he spoke his true will to act in person. Ultimately he was banned from the council, and banished to abyss, to live outside the living float, in the domain of Men, Elves, Ursas and other creatures they were supposed to keep peace and balance within.
So he went on to build a fortress near a frozen lake, which afterwards was named lake diamond.
Murdron started sheltering refugees and asked for help from those he knew and trusted.
What ignorance brought was not a new gift, but yet a destruction fulfilled, by an outsider which did not believe in fair battles. One by one elemental were lured out and killed, their souls trapped in an unknown realm, or destroyed for ever, no one knew. After centuries them numbers grew fewer than two, and the one banished was forgotten either.
The final blow stroke and the last of them went down, except Murdron, the rogue elemental.
He rode a black ride upon fields, rallying troops and charging alone. He was a Water elemental, swift in magic and enormous in power too. With a habit of not using magic and fighting on foot with the two swords. His magical sword was rarely drawn. He kept this habit to keep his identity as a banished was not to use magic and old habits die hard.. But this is not how story unfolds, as there are much untold. The elemental can't die within but more as imprisoned in.
When the last one died in Living Float, it also uncovered a deep sacred coat...
Thus things felt different now, You say how?
This darling none had foreseen, none could saw
The elemental code is one written riddle
The code as to referred revealed little
For moment would come to set the power free
But a secret unleashed early may wither
Thus rules within are pure yet bitter
The numbers one followed by two zeroes
Will rise men each a legend each heroes
Four of which each a unique season
Four unleashed yet remained hidden
The less the more, the more the most
If wind be pinned, water drown, rock cleaved, fire froze
The power withing will find a host...
I'm tired of writing more... (very hard to come by words for rhyming)