The world was not much developed. The devine laws weren't established firmly with the royalty. There were five major cults claiming them the absolute truth of divinity.
The worshipers of God Agnatha were the most tremendous that days. Their fire law burns bones and soul together.
Beside, the water law was densing around coastal regions. The worshipers of Oceandra. They were in peace until Fire law get in conflict with them.
The other three ideological groups weren't that ferocius that days.
While the tension of war was rising between main and coastal regions. A group of five individuals formed from nowhere.
People called them Raiser Brothers.
Year- 067
The great fire temple in Aghadora lost it's most convincing leader in a conflict or Deroma. Hundreads of Disciples were standing lowering their heads.
A woman was crying worsly holding a dead body covered in red shawl. Some desciples were pouring a liquid circling around them.
As they done.
A old man came forth and touched liquid.
"Take care of our son. Mother."
His words ignited the liquid. The ferocious flames engulfed that women with the dead man. The cries of grief turned into pain. The burning agony bit them from flesh to soul until only black bones were remaining.
It was happened before the eyes of their fifteen year old kid. His eyes was filled with water yet he was ordered not cry.
The old man stood up and turned to him. "Don't cry. The water of those tears will kill the fire of vengence. You will be a man one day. You will make them regret for what they did. Willn't you?"
In a shaking tone the kid answered, "Yes..."
"Say it loud kid. Who are you?!"
He clenched his teeth. A tear drop dripped along his cheecks then vanishes.
"I am Gardaan, the Son Haramada and Oramei. Vowing to the great Agantha that until I give my devoted parents a present with their heads not even a single drop of tear would be wasted."
Year- 091
The wave of followers were surging and so on the equilibrium of patience. The kingdom passed a proposal of a system for paying currency in exchange of killing.
The Bounty Hunting.
"It's utterly nuiscencs." A person raised over this proposal. "It would influence the last hope of peace into certain chaos."
"So what are you wanting to say? We should shut our mouth and eyes and enjoy these rebels. The beilievers are arrogant cultists. We need to wipe them out entirely." Other one opposed him.
"What rebels? Those are nonbelievers. They are blind. The laws or godly doctrines are fatal in their vision. We need to make them understand it's goodness." Another voice surged up from the terms of peace.
"Their belief make it happen. They can use fire and water as they like. Are they demons who oppose it? Or are you blind who can't see it? Maybe the nonbelievers are the reason of this much chaos."
Soon the point of proposal turned into believer and nonbeliever argument. The council of 2nd Nidan was struggling to get in any point.
Year — 092
The Nidan and other countries of world started a great negotiation with these lawful fellows.
The one who joined this negotiation were not freeloaders or ground level desciples.
King Lisov of Ledalua (Later known as Lisoverra), King Marktin of Eagledawn, King Demosius of Gantakura and Seven Emperors who were head of country allainces sat together in the negotiation.
From the site of theose cultists— Gaardan the First Shesenkai of Fire law, the queen of ocean Yamuasi the Second Rinsenkai, the thunder monk Kaza, the sixth Zensenkai, Luen Di the first Kasenkai of Wind law, Natari the third Nisenkai of nature law and the mountain trembler Margarot Gensenkai, attained it.
The negotiation followed for whole 3 months and 3 days then, it comes. The acceptance.
Both sides agrees and vowed to make the world equal to everyone.
The temples were created. Diffrent in shapes and attires for different beilievers.
The things were starting to get back in shape.
Peoples seek help from temple healers while injured in exchange give them Dayans to keep the system working. There were many feast and fastivals each differ from one and another yet they grasp everyone for decades.
Every event has it's own good and bad side. But the problem was the good was so much melted in humans heart that the bad things didn't hurt them. This caused the incoming of blind proples in beliefs. Thry were blind by greed. They started to scare peoples. If they did't give alms. The fire god will burn their soul, the water goddess will flood them and so on.
This suppressed fear started worshiping into slavery. Soon the holiness start crumbling into requirements.
As this was not making trouble to kings, these ones weren't seem to be as problems.
Year-130
It was during a night of Fire Ceremony. A local fire temple was hosting the ceremony. Yet, only screams could heard.
"Please! Please! Stop. She is great with a child. Leave her, please, i will go in her place." A married man was begging to a desciple. He was grabbing his wife by hair.
Stamp!
He kicked at his face.
"Two souls at once. It is a great sacrifice to the fire god. Move out! You can get another woman and make child with her. This one shall be devoted to the flames."
As he turned to threw her wife in the burning pit. He rushed to stop him.
Stamb!
One of the desciples hit his head with the staff. He collapsed on the ground.
"Watch your place! You can't stop the fire god from having a great sacrifice."
The first desciple was about to throw her.
Sfuish!
A sharp metal cut some thing. A disk like spinning something swirl backward to the pond.
The woman was struggling to shove him. Suddenly felt no force from other side. As she saw,
Ghuish!
With a massive spurt, blood gushed out from his collar, it was widely cut by something sharp.
She pushed him and ran backword. He fell into the pit, the flames rose up.
It was a small village. Most of the few residents had been already in the ashes for last few years. Then a wind blowed as the disciple fell into the remedy of dread, they made.
A man was coming. His was wearing white clothes loosely attached. Most of the corners flowing with wind looked dreas souls circling him.
"How dare you? Killing a disciple during the holy period of Fire Ceremony. Do you know what will be the punishment for it?"
He didn't say anything.
"You will be—"
Swish!
As he opened his mouth that man threw that small disk type metal at him. It sliced his tounge and jaw.
"Aagh!"
Blood was dripping from his mouth.
He was so much in pain, he collapsed on the ground.
The other disciples surrounded him. They were armed with law of Fire. After this there was nothing about it. That person maybe died that day. But It was a the first voice of normal people.
The First Protest.
Then groups of random fellowes started densing. From south, east and west the pressure was too much that the King's eyes fell on it.
Soon the bounty system, which was for hunting cultists, became a job of cleaning these voice. They paid their people to hunt them. The laws on the favour of divinity fell on and thus the divine doctrine—
The One Who Will Oppose The Laws Of Divinity Will Neither Belong To This World Or Heaven With Certainty.
Ghgh! Ghg!
The old woman coughed reading it.
"What happened grandma?" The little girl asked.
She drank water. "Sorry Mali, I got slipped."
It was night outside, in the dense forest there was only a house which was dimly lit by a lamp. The wind was blowing too faint to move leafs.
The young Malini sat on her Grandma's lap to hear the story there after.
Knock! Knock!
Someone was at the door.
"Who's in this time?"
Her grandma stood up. She left the book on the table.
It was Dreams Of Midas.
Knock! Knock!
"Yah! I am coming."
Malini sat on the ground. The candle was about to worn out.
"Who are you?"
"I am Yushiro. From Tansen Dojo. You offered a job to take care of your grand daughter."
"Oh yes yes. Hope you didn't get trouble to reach here."
"No. No."
"I will go there tomorrow dawn. You can come in. The forest is dangerous. Those wolves you know i think."
"Yah yah!"
She turned back.
"Mali—"
Malini headd her name.
Gwash! Ghash!
A sound of flesh thrashing came.
"Mahl!—" her grandma wailed.
Mallini ran to the door. As she came to the main door she saw. Spruts of blood here and there. The door was wide open.
As she was reaching the door.
Bam!
He grandma quickly came into and slammed tge door. There was blood on her dress and face.
"What happen grand ma?" Her voice was trembling like she was about to burst into cry.
"Nothing Mali. Just one of those wolves ." She rested her small knife on the drawer.
Holding Malinis hand she walked into the room. She closed the sliding door, a inhuman smile was in her face.
Outside, there was blood spurting everywhere. The cold body of that old woman. Her mouth stopped spelling her grand daughter's name. Ferocious bite marks of an animal tear her neck also claws rakes on her back killed her.
"Huh?"
While everyone was having a great time at Ribia. Kahoru remembered something.
Berca asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing, I just remembered asking Yushiro to bring some herbs while coming back. They only grow there."
"Are you ill?" Zinor asked.
"No no. I am learning to prepare medicine from herbs. My old man wanted that I become a well known medic."
"You had a home."
"Yes." He became serious for a while. "Sorry sorry. I didn't want to ruin the mood."
"No it's ok." Berca said. "After all, it's the hardened times that united us here."
Everyone nodded.
"Oh yeah right. Master asked all of us to summon near lake. Including you."
"Me? Why? I am not a desciple."
"I don't know. He said if you get healed in one day you are free to challenge him any tume you want. As we are all gathering tomorrow too. Maybe he proposed that way." A boy with curly hairs said.
"I see. Uh.."
"Oh I am Lavan."
"Ooh."
Soon their chatting ended in rest. The night also melted in the peace though not everywhere.