The room is circular, still, and dark save for a lone beam of light enveloping a raised pedestal in its center. Upon entering the small castle ruins, the lone Thief had realized he had gotten himself into a much deeper situation then he had originally planned. This castle was no ordinary ruin. Finding himself lost in its long halls, the Thief stopped silently before the room’s tall and glass adorned door that seemed to glow from the inside. Moving curiously into the room he approached a radiant column, a glowing red cube structure lying on the smooth marble surface. Its four sides reflected the incoming light as he drew nearer, the light projecting in spectacular patterns throughout the room. Stepping closer, he was able make out the glint of gold lining the edges of the stunning cube, creating intricate geometric designs within the square.
The desire to take the stunning piece of treasure as his own, the Thief waved a hand over it. Within a quick moment, all reflections of light suddenly moved back into the cube, the artifact beginning to come alive. The object glowed intensely before the image of a cloaked humanoid appeared before him. An intangible figure flickered into view, the figure’s eyes piercing through the Thief’s defenses and inspecting him for weaknesses as it stared silently from the glimmering cube. Seconds that felt like eons passed and a cold sweat began to perspire down the Thief's face in amazement and rivulets of the pathetic liquid began to fall to the floor gradually.
"State your name and purpose.” The figure spoke softly, it’s hands folded behind it’s back.
Feeling cornered the Thief fell back on his base nature and grew defensive, attempting to almost charm his way out of the predicament.
"Well aren’t you an interstin’ bit of wizardry... and from such a sparkly little whatcha’ ma’call it!” The Thief said, nodding to the device. Despite his guile the figure was ill affected and made no change in its demeanor. More seconds passed until finally the Thief couldn’t take anymore of the silence. Still, the Thief puffed his chest and tried to show that his pride was unmarred. "They call me Colten, and I was tryin’ to work out a way through this ‘ere maze of yours and get out of this ruin!”
"You state only an end and not the original. I ask again your purpose,” the figure asked and then after a brief moment finished its statement. "Mister Colten.”
The Thief’s face wrinkled in disgust, growing bored of the ghosts retort.
"Well what does it look like? This ruin ‘ere seemed like as good a place as any to help a bloke like myself to. Jus’ never thought it to possess such a ghost with no soul inside, ‘cept for this annoying piece of cube I first thought would be worth a pretty gold coin, but alls I witness now is a closely approaching headache.”
"Then your purpose was thievery, Mister Colten.” the figure stated, again no change in its demeanor or tone of voice.
"Didn’t I just say that?” He said, now growing very irritated yet at the same time equally perplexed. "What is this place anyhow? Map read some sort of old Academy?”
"Yes, this ruin is known as the original Fennec Academy, belonging to the Fennec family.” the figure answered. "It is under the command of the current head of the Fennec Family and her Council.”
"Fenn... what?” the Thief question. The figure nodded in response.
"Fennec Academy. Which I am here before you to represent, Mister Colten.”
"Aight then...who are they? Or what were they?” the Thief said as he began to grow more and more curious.
In a flash the figure was gone replaced by a large and brilliant map of the region. Detailed with countless towns and forest it drew the Thief forth in wonder. He hadn’t seen such a map that was both beautifully and accurately charted in years.
"Beginning In the year of 10 BTA, there was a family who dwelled on the forest of Fennec. While they served the King, they had lived for many years free of oppression due to their seclusion. Their teachings taught others the necessity of bettering ourselves to the highest potential. Then, overtime, all that came to an end. In an effort to free themselves from the occupying forces of the warlords, a strike team was sent to the lands of Bimmiel.”
The map, which had been focused on Fennec and displaying images of the forest, zoomed out displaying the region as a whole once more. A couple moments later it had acquired a new target, Bimmiel. Zooming in on the Icey planes it began to show images of a fort of some sort. As the display panned from image to image the Thief soon saw that he was watching a scene of it becoming under attack by an unknown force.
The figure continued with its narrative.
"During the battle nearly ninety percent of Fennec’s soldiers were killed and their leader Vasilissa was taken into the warlord’s custody. Regardless, they were successful with obtaining the materials needed to force the end of the warlord’s occupation and oppression of Fennec Academy and their people. Unfortunately, that newly restored freedom would last bare moments in their history."
As the figure's story continued on, the faces of various noblemen, teachers and key figures displayed before the Thief.
"With Lady Fennec missing; the remaining Instructors and students began a vicious power struggle to ascend to leadership over Fennec’s people. Not wishing to go through a repeat of what they had just endured several of the loyal students, council members and mercenaries left Fennec in hopes of finding a new home. These refugees would eventually become the people of the school currently known as Fennec Academy. The key members that remained loyal to their leader now help the remaining members of the Fennec family run the new school.”
"So...” the Thief began as he sorted out the information that had just been revealed to him by the figure. "This Fennec Academy is a bunch of cowards that couldn’t stand up for themselves? A group of spineless sobs that ran away instead of standing and fighting for what’s theirs?”
The Thief let out a long mocking laugh at what he considered to be absurd joke.
The figure continued on as though the man had never spoken. "Upon retrieval of their leader and other captured comrades from the warlords, those within Fennec took up a new mission of providing any who wish a chance to learn skills to defend themselves for the lives they wish to have. The people within the organization believe that neither the Dark or the Light is the ultimate solution. Neither of them holds the answers; the same applies for the other kingdoms. Instead they choose to walk their own path and write their own destiny.”
"Neither Light or Dark, eh?” the Thief chuckled. "Their own path? What a joke. Best I’ve ‘eard all year! There ain't no MIDDLE ground in a war.” he exclaimed, continuing to laugh at the figure until suddenly a sharp piercing pain exploded from his chest.
Gasping for air he looked down and saw a metal arrow sticking out from his torso. As a sudden wave of cold and darkness began to overtake him he looked up to the map of the region which once more displayed the ghostly apparition of the figure he had been talking to all this time. A soft, cold chuckle uttered from behind him. Several moments passed as he looked to it in shock and bewilderment with questions in his flickering eyes as they began to glaze over with darkness.
The Thief took his last breath of life before falling to floor. Behind where he had been standing a platinum haired woman dressed in dark clothing stood clasping a bow in her hand. Her eyes, the color of amber gazed down at the lifeless body that now lay at her feet. For one long moment, no word was uttered and no sound was heard in the empty labyrinths of the ruin. Footsteps broke the silence, a small figure stepping through the entryway of the now dimly lit room. The red haired woman, clad with a curved dagger released a short sigh of displeasure as she turned her focus on the dead body.
"Was that really necessary, Roselyn?” She grumbled, rolling her eyes with her short arms folded across her chest.
"Of course. He did not seem like the type that enjoyed keeping a secret.” The woman, now identified smiled as she turned towards the woman. "To ensure safety in this ruin, I imagine such precautions are needed, Kari.”
"Of course..." Kari released a sigh of frustration and watching the woman make her exit from the room. Roselyn laughed to herself.
Kari turned, speaking a few short commands to the cube and watched as the figure illuminated before her disappeared back into the cube it had appeared.