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FRAGMENTS -dragon of the far east ocean-
Volume.01 - Inner Circle Breakdown
Insert.001 - Prologue Prototype
Ether Brandier was a very restless young man. He didn't know who he was, where he was going or where life intended to take him from that point in life. He figured none of it was very important. Just another orphan spawned by conflicts born from a chaotic age, he firmly believed that numerous people in the world felt the same way as him. Confused, lost and completely worthless, merely specks of dust in the grand desert of destiny.
But Ether Brandier was a little different. He remembered reaching the end of the world.
Everyone knew that the world ended seven thousand years ago. Back then, there were numerous worlds out there, with their own rules and their own existences. But one day, a disaster happened. A group of seven braces came and destroyed the world itself. A single young world was born from the ashes. As for the shards of what was before, they filled the sky like a billion beautiful stars. That event has become a mere fairy tale since then, only outlined by the remnants of the old world and the rumors of the silver witch, the one who was imprisoned in the empire on the continent for the crime of remembering the world before this one.
But to Ether, all those stupid stories were different. He remembered the endless space of white that shattered beneath his fingers. The final words of the old world. And the warm, beautiful fingers of the person he loved most disappearing into the endless silver of the end.
What was a stupid old story to everyone else, was a fond and very fragile memory to him.
But Ether Brandier had other things to worry about in his life. He was just a war orphan living with his older sister in a tiny fisherman village on an island nobody cared about. Born with a blood that was neither human nor dragon, he looked like what he considered to be a joke of nature, had the strength of a hundred man and the appetite of fifty. And to make things worse, he had a body that could not survive without excess heat.
Through his entire childhood, he felt like nothing more than a bother.
The island country where he lived was poor and fragile. Left with little space for crops because of mountainous terrain, they were forced to survive with hunting and fishing. Every time a merchant came to the island and brought with them important supplies, they acted pompous and important. For every fair one, there were ten who overpriced every shred of flour until the village returned to a bankrupt mess. And yet they could do nothing about it. They had to struggle with all their might.
Little by little, the fond and fragile memory became nothing more than a distant dream.
One day, Ether's sister became very ill. It was a very rare illness for which the medicine could only be found in other countries. Soon enough, a merchant who carried the medicine among his goods. Sadly, he was one of the ten who only cared about the profit. In a normal fairy tale, this would be where a boy would accept the inevitable, see his sister off and grow up to be someone who could change the world they lived in.
But Ether did not believe in fairy tales. He despised the rules that thrived on suffering. And he did not want to believe in idle justice. He wanted to change the world right now.
So he took up a sword and attacked the merchant on his way to the ship. He took what supplies were needed and returned home. The adults were furious. The elders were mortified, but accepting. The youngsters took him in as a hero.
In his struggle to survive in this chaotic era, the orphan by the name of Ether Brandier took on the mantle of a pirate.
Years passed since then. Little by little, Ether gathered a band of bandits not unlike his own self. From the two villages of the island, both young and old gathered in search of prosperity. Some of them were in it for fun and glory. Others wanted to make their families prosper. All of them wanted to put an end to their suffering in the hands of this chaotic era. They organized their ranks and united under a single banner of a rising dragon with the mantle as blue as the sky and the scales as green as an ocean tide.
Thus, the man known as the Dragon of the Far East Ocean was born.
As years passed, many ships and reckless warriors fell under his blade. Goods were brought to the villages and used for good. Fair and honorable merchants were met with pride and respect, while greedy ones were chased off with sword and gunpowder. Little by little, the small island became a maelstrom in the middle of the ocean that could rival the power of any fleet.
And yet, every night when there were stars shining in the sky, Ether stood at the pier and stared longingly at the dazzling sky. He thought of the distant dream that was once a fond and fragile memory and wondered if there was something or someone far away in the outer world that waited for him and him only. He thought of the gentle fingers that brushed against his lips at the final moments, the smiling witch with the silver hair and all the beautiful feelings that were summoned by them. And he wondered if somewhere out there, there was something that he was bound to accomplish.
In this chaotic age where humans were merely specks of dust in the grand desert of destiny, Ether Brandier dreamed of the day when his hands could change everything in the world.
And so, little by little, time passed in his life.
Until one day...
Volume.01 - Inner Circle Breakdown
Insert.001 - Prologue Prototype
Ether Brandier was a very restless young man. He didn't know who he was, where he was going or where life intended to take him from that point in life. He figured none of it was very important. Just another orphan spawned by conflicts born from a chaotic age, he firmly believed that numerous people in the world felt the same way as him. Confused, lost and completely worthless, merely specks of dust in the grand desert of destiny.
But Ether Brandier was a little different. He remembered reaching the end of the world.
Everyone knew that the world ended seven thousand years ago. Back then, there were numerous worlds out there, with their own rules and their own existences. But one day, a disaster happened. A group of seven braces came and destroyed the world itself. A single young world was born from the ashes. As for the shards of what was before, they filled the sky like a billion beautiful stars. That event has become a mere fairy tale since then, only outlined by the remnants of the old world and the rumors of the silver witch, the one who was imprisoned in the empire on the continent for the crime of remembering the world before this one.
But to Ether, all those stupid stories were different. He remembered the endless space of white that shattered beneath his fingers. The final words of the old world. And the warm, beautiful fingers of the person he loved most disappearing into the endless silver of the end.
What was a stupid old story to everyone else, was a fond and very fragile memory to him.
But Ether Brandier had other things to worry about in his life. He was just a war orphan living with his older sister in a tiny fisherman village on an island nobody cared about. Born with a blood that was neither human nor dragon, he looked like what he considered to be a joke of nature, had the strength of a hundred man and the appetite of fifty. And to make things worse, he had a body that could not survive without excess heat.
Through his entire childhood, he felt like nothing more than a bother.
The island country where he lived was poor and fragile. Left with little space for crops because of mountainous terrain, they were forced to survive with hunting and fishing. Every time a merchant came to the island and brought with them important supplies, they acted pompous and important. For every fair one, there were ten who overpriced every shred of flour until the village returned to a bankrupt mess. And yet they could do nothing about it. They had to struggle with all their might.
Little by little, the fond and fragile memory became nothing more than a distant dream.
One day, Ether's sister became very ill. It was a very rare illness for which the medicine could only be found in other countries. Soon enough, a merchant who carried the medicine among his goods. Sadly, he was one of the ten who only cared about the profit. In a normal fairy tale, this would be where a boy would accept the inevitable, see his sister off and grow up to be someone who could change the world they lived in.
But Ether did not believe in fairy tales. He despised the rules that thrived on suffering. And he did not want to believe in idle justice. He wanted to change the world right now.
So he took up a sword and attacked the merchant on his way to the ship. He took what supplies were needed and returned home. The adults were furious. The elders were mortified, but accepting. The youngsters took him in as a hero.
In his struggle to survive in this chaotic era, the orphan by the name of Ether Brandier took on the mantle of a pirate.
Years passed since then. Little by little, Ether gathered a band of bandits not unlike his own self. From the two villages of the island, both young and old gathered in search of prosperity. Some of them were in it for fun and glory. Others wanted to make their families prosper. All of them wanted to put an end to their suffering in the hands of this chaotic era. They organized their ranks and united under a single banner of a rising dragon with the mantle as blue as the sky and the scales as green as an ocean tide.
Thus, the man known as the Dragon of the Far East Ocean was born.
As years passed, many ships and reckless warriors fell under his blade. Goods were brought to the villages and used for good. Fair and honorable merchants were met with pride and respect, while greedy ones were chased off with sword and gunpowder. Little by little, the small island became a maelstrom in the middle of the ocean that could rival the power of any fleet.
And yet, every night when there were stars shining in the sky, Ether stood at the pier and stared longingly at the dazzling sky. He thought of the distant dream that was once a fond and fragile memory and wondered if there was something or someone far away in the outer world that waited for him and him only. He thought of the gentle fingers that brushed against his lips at the final moments, the smiling witch with the silver hair and all the beautiful feelings that were summoned by them. And he wondered if somewhere out there, there was something that he was bound to accomplish.
In this chaotic age where humans were merely specks of dust in the grand desert of destiny, Ether Brandier dreamed of the day when his hands could change everything in the world.
And so, little by little, time passed in his life.
Until one day...