A New Era [Closed]

The Plains were as they always were. Empty, barren, yet beautiful at the exact same time.

There was something about the massive region of nothing but grass and trees which could bring a sense of calm to any person. At this very moment a single one hovered above the field, centered in the heart of it all.

His black hair swayed in the light breeze which had picked up moments earlier. Over his body there was a strange tunic, one which would typically be worn by those belonging to the Reim Empire; however this man had never been seen by anyone, he knew that much for himself.

In his hand their laid a small black stick with a strange red orb attached to the tip: a wand. After exhaling a breath the ominous figure swept the object across the sky, finishing with a small flourish as he glided off in another direction.

For several moments it would appear that nothing had happened, but then the ground started to shake. It rumbled and groaned until cracks started to form over the grassy surface. In one swift motion a massive column shot out of the ground, surpassing the black-haired man and even the trees surrounding the Plains.

The column's stone foundation split up and moved in several directions, as if it were being commanded to do so.

All the while the strange little man floating at the side simply smirked, proceeding to yawn as he flourished his wand once more. This time a small circle showed up mid-air, and then another, and another, until a total of six appeared around him.

By the time the massive stone structure took its final shape, the figure started to speak.

"Behold, rulers of this god awful world.", the boy said with a cocky smirk as he pointed towards the large building before him.

"You don't know me, however I know all of you." He continued whilst letting his smile drop to an empty stare.

"I will say it simply as this: whoever enters this building shall gain the greatest power which this world has ever seen. In other words..." He turned to a specific circle to his right, facing a bearded man dressed in armor.

"The soul who conquers this...dungeon, shall be the rightful ruler of this pitiful world; for we all know the strongest deserves to dominate all."

With yet another wave of his black stick the man dispersed the circles as his smile reappeared. Without a moment's notice he floated off into the distance, away from the massive citadel which now rested in the heart of the Plains.