Marc, was born in a southren city below
the now known city of calathar. His parents worked hard at managing a farm,
and keeping food on the table. Back in those days money wasn't quite as
easy to find, and hard work had to be done for the little that their was.
Marc however was named so cause of his michevious attitude, and I'm sure
the folk back then saw it as well as I did. While his parents would tend
to the farm, Marc would go out into the wooded lands, and cause trouble
for the other folks, that traveled thru those areas. However unknown to
Marc at the time, a Huge army was currently tramping the cities to the
north of the farm, and would destroy the farm before Marc travelled back
to his home. As Marc walked along the path home, he hummed a little melody
to himself (for that day he had caught many different creatures) However
that joy left him, as he approached his once wonderous town, to see char'ed
homes, and black stone. As he entered he noticed there was not one soul
left in the town, and that he was alone. That day was like no other for
Marc for he swore from that day forth to advenge his parents, and seek
out and find them if they still lived. For now he had to find somewhere
that he could stay. Getting his gear from the steps that he set down earlier,
he set out on this long lonesome voyage. Worn out, and tired is one way
to express the way Marc was feeling, for he had been walking for hours,
and hours and still nothing was on the horizions except more destroyed
land. By the looks of the surrounding the battle had raged hard here, and
nothing but black land could be seen in any direction. as the sun set Marc
figured he better set camp and eat some of his rations he had in his pack.
Cold was that night, and long may I add....However as Marc woke up there
above him was a blurry image, of another face. "Ack!" Marc thought to himself,
as he jumped up and pulled out his dagger, the other person jumped back
and yelled "I'm not going to kill you" well Marc still held the weapon
strongly in his hand, and yelled back "How do I know that your not one
of the people from the army!" Soleil then stepped forward again, and said
"Because if I was one, you'd be dead already" Marc pondered that thought
for awhile, then put away his dagger. and asked "why are you out in the
midst of this destroyed realm?" Soleil replyed "My home, and city were
destroyed...and I had no where else to go" After they talked for awhile
they teamed up and continued on the path. Noon came around and a small
village could be seen to the northeast. As they approached, they made sure
that they couldn't be seen. Entering the village tho proved to be a great
choice, for Marc's grandparents lived here, and for some reason the battle
missed this village and everything to the east of the village. Wondering
how his Grandson lived and made it to the village, the Grandfather ran
toward Marc and hugged hi,. then invited both Marc, and Soleil to stay
with them. Which they accepted, at least for a few years. One spring day,
Marc and Soleil set out, to find a city of there own, and find out if the
army of evil had left....as the left that morning they set out in the direction
of Calathar, however unknown to them, the evil had come looking once again
to destroy, but would it happen with Marc and Soleil there to help fight?
Only Marc and Soleil know what happened between that time and the day they
Joined Oakley and Kiri, in protecting the area now known as "Barren realms"
I suggest asking them how they brought about the destruction of the evil
army.
"--Please give credit to Tom for wrighting
this story..--"
No, This Isnt Really Marc...