The Story Of Johan Close Part One

 Called To War

It was in the time at the end of the Fifth Age Of Legends in the Muniverse on the planet Merth when the first Fourth Age Legend the, then Dark Lord, Gajellidor Darcrogh (who would not become a Dark Master Lord until much later after the Sixth Age Of Legends.) was at war with the whole world in his attempt to take it over. It had been a long and hard war where a prophecy arose; a simple one.

“The one that will bring this long dark war to an end,

Will turn into a house in his final hour,

Events of another will cause him to be sent,

To another world the rest of existence he will spend,

Helping the Mythos Puros master her power,

Freed only after the mother’s true repent!”

These words meant nothing to the eighteen and a half year old Johan Close. After all, he was nothing more than a modist farmer. Concerned with nothing but his cattle. Keeping the pigs from eating each other, the sheep were well fed and groomed, making sure the cows were grazing and milked well. When he was not attending to the animals he was attending to the crops, making sure the soil was fertile, keeping bugs and worms away from his crops and fruit and keeping the birds away from his seeds. It was a hard but simple life.

He had simple features. Not too handsome but not ugly either. His skin was white but sunburned, flaky and hard. He had brown hair and eyes and his cheek bones were neither high nor low. He wore his clothes until they were unwearable and used them to make new ones. Same case for his tatty and muddy boots. Nothing about him screamed special at all.

He was recently married to a beautiful lady his age, Islesif Close, who loved him dearly. She had long white hair, despite her age and stunning green eyes with extraordinary pale skin. It always was despite how long she spent outdoors helping her newlywed husband.

They all lived a happy and busy life. Islasif never missed the opportunity to help him, even attending to her husband’s cuts, bruises and applying ointment for his many sunburns. Even while they were in the field. All was well. Even though at that time, even though they were both eighteen, they had married older than the usual age of that time.

Then came the day everything changed. The day when Johan Close was called to war. As the war against Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh was getting worse and worse, it was an irrefutable order for him to go. So he knew that he had to leave the following day. This meant that the would have to teach Islesif all that she needed to know in order to care for their precious farm. Then spent the rest of the night loving his wife before saying goodbye to her the following morning, setting off to war.

He trained well and, because he was a hard working farmer and dedicated more time than necessary, he spent no more than a month in training. Yet he spent some time researching all that he could about war and magic in order to get a better understanding of what he was up against. He would commit all that he learnt to memory. Upon finding this out his commander put him on the front lines as he soon noticed his great potential.

He took out his sword and ran to the first row of Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh’s army. He saw a sword to the left and the blades met. He quickly pulled out a small dagger and before he thought about what he was doing, had already slit their throats! He slashed strange creature after strange creature. He did this over and over and over again. By the time the day was over, he was shaking in his sheets despite taking out most of the army.

I don’t know if I can do this. I just hope that Islesif is alright. He thought before falling asleep.