So here you go: The prologue of the sequel story, Rediscoveries.
It was a double-edged sword, the story.
Barnabas the Pale has once laid siege on the ocean called Sage, terrorizing its citizens with periods of turmoil and fear beyond the worst fantasies anybody had ever dared to dream. With undead soldiers rising up from the soils and slowing overwhelming anybody brave enough to step forward, the population feared it would succumb to the evil desires of the great Ghost King.
But as all hope seemed lost, two young heroes rose to put an end to the tyranny.
Her name was Lucafira, and she was the keeper of Bane. She was a hard but troubled young woman who ran from her destiny while knowing it would eventually catch up to her. And as the time drew near, she met him.
His nickname was Fearless Phil, and he slowly proved himself worthy of his title. He was a trader-turned-hero not because of any special stone he possessed; rather, his heart led him to his destiny. It was with her, at her side, until peace was restored.
Bravely, the two refused to back down as the grips of the Ghost King's evil powers tightened around them. Together, the two were unstoppable. Their love was as strong as it was pure, and the strength of their romance increased their abilities at the time of the final battle. They vanquished Barnabas the Pale with joint force, and restored society to the way it was meant to be. Together, they took back control of the largest flag of Sage, Rojo Rubreyia, and rebuilt it to its former greatness.
That was a year ago. Things were different now.
As the flag regained its glory, Phil had found himself in control of the blockading force. Lucafira had requested he handle the position as she had no clue on how to do any of it, and he quickly complied. At first it was simply a responsibility he held amongst other monarchly duties, but he grew to love his position. He loved being on the open sea, in the heat of battle. It seemed to be in his blood, and he spent from dawn to dusk out at sea.
Lucafira soon found herself spending more time with her assistants than her lover, and to keep herself from becoming depressed and lonely, she began to travel. She declared herself the ambassador of the flag, and spent weeks at a time away on various adventures.
It was only a matter of time.
Phil became bothered by the fact his lover was never around when he would get to port. He feared she was reverting back to her old ways -- when he met her, she was a nomadic rogue -- and soon began to voice his concern on her disappearing.
Lucafira fired back that if he cared, he would spend more time with her to begin with. She would never be second place to anything, and she had been pushed to the side. Their arguments would go on for hours, late into the night, until one of them stormed out of the room.
One day, Lucafira woke up to find Phil had left a note. It was his daily notice, telling her he was going out to sea -- or so she thought. Rather, it was a note telling her that he was going on an extended trip with a couple of admirals in order to train young officers. On the note, it said "about two weeks."
Two weeks turned to a month. Then two. Then six.
And Lucafira realized the horrible truth: He wasn't coming back.
Thus an era began, and an era had ended.
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