Zaria: Metamorphosis

Over a century ago, a well, known man named Loryas was given the ability to be part of something magnificent. It was meant to be a harmless journey to create alternate dimensions so people could find sanctuary when the battle against evil was upon the world. When the Council of Power assigned Loryas to open a new dimension, the power got the best of him. Instead of building a sanctuary, he built a dimension where the best men and women would train for battle. He believed that the world didn’’t deserve sanctuary; they deserved to be protected. I guess in some ways, he thought he could save the world from being destroyed in Armageddon. Unfortunately, when the councilmen found out about his betrayal, Loryas blocked off the dimension from the world. Without hesitation, Loryas began to build his army and his village. A village he called Metamorc. At first, it became a small place where innocent people could find shelter and live healthy, normal lives. When a darkness was upon the village of Metamorc, Loryas took drastic action and recruited young men and women to train in a small facility at the top of Metamorc’s highest peak. They learned to harness their powers from the ancient forests and train with weapons and hand-to-hand combat. Loryas believed he was safe from the darkness until a powerful evil called the Black Shadows tried to destroy the village. His army wasn’t prepared for this unfamiliar darkness. After years of battling the Shadows, Loryas and his village was saved by an unknown hero. Someone who knew the powers that could place the Shadows back into the prisons they were found. Loryas was in debt to this hero, so he built the castle above the village for all the people to see. It stood proudly as a sign of protection and strength. As the castle was in its final construction, Loryas’s wife gave birth to a son. Arcaden. On the day of Arcaden’s birth, Loryas had his warriors build tall, steel gates on the highest peak they could find to block out an evil that no one was aware of. Rumors spread around the village about the hidden secrets behind the doors, but the only one informed of these dangers was the memorable hero and Loryas. After many quiet years, Loryas helped his wife with Arcaden’s childhood, teaching him to start an army and prepare for war. Since then, an army called the Fates was created. For the last four months, the portal had been closed and I had no way of getting out of Metamorc. I didn’t expect to return, so my life changed drastically since I came to the dimension. It was the middle of September and I was in the courtyard of the magnificent castle, breathing in and out, slowly, with my hands in a prayer position. Time has passed slowly in Metamorc and I begun to train as one of them. As a Fate. The Fates lived in the Metamorc castle above the village where we learned to protect the people from any outside danger. And from the “gates”. I heard the legends of what was behind the steel doors, but none of them seemed true. We trained every day because that was how it worked. As a Fate, the skills we used were meant for combat and war. Unfortunately, each of the Fates had only one memory from their past life. It was a dark memory. The Fates used those memories to fight with anger and vengeance. Sadly, I was the only Fate who got to keep all of my memories. I found that odd. There was one weapon that made it through the portal with me and I slowly pulled it out, admiring the handy work of Wesley. My blazder lit up a bright blue as I calmly took a breath, anticipating an attack. Suddenly, one soldier came at me from the right and swung his sword. I blocked the hit with my blazder quickly and faced him. Another soldier came at me from the left and I blocked his hit. More soldiers continued to attack me in every direction, but I wouldn’’t go down. Since the fight seemed to go on for so long, I began using my hand-to-hand combat skills to attack. With perfect movement, I continued to steal each of their swords and knock them down. Pretty soon, twenty unconscious soldiers were on the ground before me. I put my blazder away and looked furiously at all the men I injured. The castle made us remember the battles we were in because it made it harder to forgive ourselves. We would be able to kill without a sign of mercy. To look at all the lives lost and not be angry at yourself was a waste. Our anger was our motivation. Quickly, I stood up in a tight and formal soldier position and closed my eyes. My entire memory clicked through like a replay and I observed all the moves I made in the recent fight. After I was done, I opened my eyes and looked around at all the men again and sighed heavily. Regardless of what the Fates taught me, I was still feeling guilty about who I was. Being at Metamorc castle changed me. I was no longer known as Elara Porter. I was Fate 295. There were three things I hated the most about Metamorc. One, the Fates were established by numbers. Two, they got to decide who was good and who was evil. And three, they were designed and trained to kill. It was like I was already in hell.