Deep Emotion [ dearka x yzak ]

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The World as it is called is a strange place. One massive continent with several small to large islands surrounding it and a large expanse of water known as the Great Expanse is how this peaceful planet looks. This arrangement is what is left since the war between the old nations that inhabited the planet. The people of this planet ravaged it, using an unstoppable fire, that fire was nuclear weapons.

Life has begun anew on Earth, but civilization is only in its early stages. It only has one major power founded, the Empire of the Holy Light. These people inhabited the west of the large continent, found cities like New Rome, the capital, and New Cairo, the eastern most city of the Empire today. These people are pushing forward, using the powers of science and the Holy Magiks. They strive to eliminate the "unholy" that inhabit the Far East.

The rest of the people on this planet live in separate states, each controlled by clans. These clans to the west, usually considered barbarian, have varying religions and varying people. They use every magic, feeling no need to restrain themselves in their quest for knowledge. It is in the year 1200 After Holocaust, which war between the Empire and the scattered clans has escalated to the very brink.

Lord Dearka Elthman of the Enclave of the Holy Rider sat atop his war steed and looked across the battlefield. He smirked as his troops shielded by steel plate armor clashed against the ill equipped peasants of Neo Babylon. These peasants were without a clan for protection, making them a wonderful target for the young lord from New Cairo.

The lord, at the young age of twenty one, was in control of the largest army in New Cairo. He was renowned for his swift tactics and his use of the Buster Magik. His violet eyes swept the battlefield and grew wide when he saw his men falling back across the board.

"Lieutenant! What in Hell is going on?" he growled out, not understanding what was happening. The man on his right hand used the Sight Magik and looked over the front lines.

"There are troops from the Rising Phoenix Clan!" the subordinate cried out.

"What?!" the blonde general responded, eyes wide.

Lady Lacus Clyne, leader of the Rising Phoenix Clan smirked. She was sitting on her griffon, one of the many new creatures that were roaming the land, and notched an arrow to her bow. The surprise attack from her infamous yari was pushing back the forces. She nodded to her herald, who began blowing on a horn. The troops below stopped their movement and fell back a ways. She smirked and pushed her pink hair out of her eyes and away from the golden crown. Raising the bow, she stared and said a small incantation.

"Spirits of the Earthly Flame, grant me thine power…" she whispered. The bow glowed eerily and the arrow caught fire. She let the arrow fly as she let a few words fly from her mouth "Inflamous! RAINS OF FIRE, DESCEND!!"

The sky burst alight with flames that congregated into large fireballs. These burning orbs fell upon the regrouping forces of Lord Dearka. The young knight looked on in horror as his forces were decimated underneath the flames. He glared across the battlefield and saw a winged beast circling above the inflammation.

"HEAR ME ELTHMAN!! YOU WILL NOT TAKE THIS CITY!!" cried Lacus. She then launched an arrow at Dearka. The knight's eyes glowed and the arrow stopped inches from him. He glared at the young clan Mistress.

"But you do have claim to this land! Who will take control of this city?" Dearka yelled back. He smirked, believing he had won when another voice cut through the air.

"I will hold this land!" came the reply. The voice was masculine and held contempt in its smooth reverberations. Lord Yzak Jule, leader of the River Dragon clan stood defiantly in the prow of his airship and smirked. He glared at the knight and scoffed. "This is my land you fool! Take your troops and leave!"

Dearka, knowing his fate if he did not retreat, turn his steed and prepared to leave, but he could not resist leaving a comment for the newcomer to ponder over. "I would not get comfortable yet. I want this city, and you within it, only makes it a more tempting prize…" The knight let out a laugh and rode off, leaving a fuming half-dragon demon.

"THE NERVE OF HIM!" Yzak cried, his eyes blazing with untold fury. He growled and almost spread his wings. He stopped when a large gust of wind happened next to him.

"Don't you dare transform! We can't show them that power yet!" Lacus cried out to her friend. Her nineteen year old friend glared before settling back into his place at the helm of the ship. "Besides, if your gonna be ravaged by someone, at least that guy is cute!"

"SHUT UP WOMAN!" the young lord cried out, a blush on his cheeks.

Lord Athrun Zala of the Order of the Severance Hammer looked calmly over his estate and out further, the city of New Athens. He set his glace of wine down and narrowed his eyes. There was a rider coming. By the way the dust was coming up, it looked like it was from New Vatican. While London was the capital, Vatican was where everyone went. It was the head of all the Orders, the center of the Holy Magik.

"Prepare to accept the rider. I will also need a horse and guard detachment ready for dispatch. I will be leaving tomorrow at daybreak," the young lord bowed. At twenty, he was already a cultured young man. The butler bowed and left, moving swiftly through the immaculate house. "This is going to be an unpleasant visit to The Source. I had best prepare for the worst."

Lord Kira Yamato of the Order of the Fury Blade and Lady Cagalli Yula Athha of the Order of the Dominion Whip were both riding hard towards New Vatican. They twin rulers of New Paris and New Moscow respectively were called in as well. They both rode without guards, feeling secure in their own abilities. Neither spoke, but both knew what was happening. War with the West was coming quickly.

Lord Kiyoshi Shinamori sighed quietly. He looked over his providence, the city of Neo Xu Haung sitting in the hollow at the base of the castle. The Golden Lotus clan had inhabited this area for as long as any could remember. They guarded the path to the capital of Neo Kyoto and Emperor Mwu and Empress Murrue. The twenty two year old shook his head, the shoulder length blue locks swirled around him gently. He cursed as he looked to the West. The wind was carrying a warning of marshaling forces.

"Kiyoshi?" came the voice of his younger brother, Jiro. The young red-head walked out onto the balcony, his golden eyes, the trait of the family, looking fearful. The nineteen year old lord was a favorite across the Xu providence for his smile. That smile was gone, replaced by a look of fear. "Someone used a strong fire spell…near Neo Babylon!"

"Lacus probably…" he replied. His eyes narrowed.

"I had better ride to Neo Babylon to talk to Yzak. We have to begin preparations for the war…" the young lord said quietly.

"Go…but be careful!" the older brother said, ruffling his short hair lovingly. He watched as his younger brother run out the door and jump onto the back of his large wolf mount, Kirin. He watched the two ride out, riding into the West. "Goddess Rikusho, Maiden of the Sacred Wind, watch over my brother…" he whispered. "War is coming…" he growled. "It is time that I moved my forces as well…TARA!! I need a word with my general!" he yelled, walking back into the castle, his cloak billowing in the wind.