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Ok, so I rewrote the beginning, not completely but a good bit. This isn't set in stone but the idea just popped in my head let me know what you think



The Caster


The crow cried as she flew over the desolate land once lush in the crow’s past. She was hatched here, but could not hatch her own young here now. Circling once again over the bodies of the fallen humans she flew off to find a new home.
As the crow flew over the land a lone figure stood in the carnage and watched her. Stretching out a skeletal thin hand towards the crow it seemed to beg it to wait. The crow flew on ignoring the figure.
The figure’s thin lips smirked and clenched its hand into a fist. The crow screamed as she was crushed and fell to the ground broken. The crow twitched in pain as the figure stumbled towards it slowly.
The figure bent down as the crow convulsed and died. The figure sighed as it poked the lifeless bird. Pursing its thin lips in aggravation it grunted as it stood up. Studying a cracked fingernail the figure seemed oblivious to another person coming toward it slowly from the right.
“That’s quite far enough, Soul Seeker.” The figure rasped without turning to look at the tall thin woman, its voice fluctuating between a man and a woman’s.
The Soul Seeker, as she was called, flexed her angelic wings in annoyance at the figure’s tone of voice. Her right wing was as pure snow fallen on an untouched land, the other was black as the deepest cave seeming to absorb the light around it. Turning a blindfolded stare across the scenery around her the Soul Seeker sighed.
“You have finished then?” She asked turning her blind gaze to the figure. Her voice was melodic and at the same time commanding, “Have you killed them all, Paradigm?”
The Paradigm laughed loudly throwing its head back, “As if.” Turning to the Soul Seeker the figure smirked as it stared at her with blood red irises.
“There will always be a remnant.” The Paradigm hissed to the Seeker, “If not, you’d be out of a job then.”
A gust of wind hit the two figures as they stared at each other causing the black hair of the Paradigm and the white hair of the Seeker to swirl around them. The Seeker turned her gaze back to the corpses around her.
“Thank you for your misplaced concern, Paradigm.” The Seeker replied softly, “But should you one day, finally, succeed in wiping out the human race, I won’t miss them.”
Chuckling the Paradigm studied the Seeker, “True, but you would miss the game.”
“How long have we played this game, you and I?” The Seeker asked sneering at the Paradigm.
“I’ve lost track.” The Paradgim replied smiling at the Seeker.
“Perhaps it is time to end it then.” The Seeker suggested folding her arms across her chest.
“No indeed.” The Paradigm laughed, “But it could use a little sprucing.”
The Paradigm looked its companion over with a look of thought on its thin face. The Seeker flexed its wings impatiently as she waited for her ‘companion’ to continue.
Becoming fed up with waiting the Seeker clicked her tongue, “Do you plan to elaborate on that statement?” The Seeker asked as the Paradigm turned and started walking away with its fingers laced behind its mass of black hair. The Paradigm whistled as it walked a few more feet without answering.
The Seeker’s blindfolded gaze followed the Paradigm’s back and waited. Millennia they had known each other and this creature still managed to infuriate her. The Paradigm stopped and turned around slowly a grin spread across its face.
“Let’s throw magic in this time.”


Cameron dodged the swipe of the enemy Sword barely but it was enough to get an opening. He pressed in and killed the man. He glanced to watch his Caster finish the enemy, her golden wings spread wide and spear pierced through the gut of the enemy Caster.
The phantom of the enemy dissolved as its master died, Shalia jumped in glee like only she could as her phantom went back into her body.
“Did you see that Cam?” Shalia asked him running up.
“It was kind of hard to miss a twenty foot valkerie skewer a twelve foot lizard. You shouldn’t be so flashy in your execution, that’s a good way to die.” Cameron replied sheathing his sword. He ran a hand through his black hair pulling it out of his ice blue eyes.
“Aw, Cam. You take the fun out of everything.” Shalia said crossing her arms and pouting.
“It’s my job.” Cameron answered as he started to walk towards the outpost they had been ordered to rendezvous at.
“And you enjoy it.” Shalia said sticking her tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes as they walked; the wind blew the dust of the Chaos Caster and Sword as they disintegrated. Cameron slowed his pace to match that of Shalia’s shorter stature. Being six foot four his stride out did her four foot five.
“Why did that Chaos attack us?” Shalia suddenly asked twirling a lock of blond hair around her finger.
“They were a Chaos, what do you expect.” Cameron answered keeping an eye on their surroundings, Shalia was such an airhead she forgot the train of thought already and started chasing a butterfly.
“Don’t wander too far, Shalia.” Cameron warned.
“Oh pish posh Cammy.” Shalia replied calling him by her favorite nick-name. Cameron grumbled under his breath and continued walking.
They made it to the outpost and Shalia rushed ahead calling out to whomever was there. Cameron followed behind as cool and calm and uninterested as ever.
“Heloooooo.” Shalia called out to the top of the wall above the blocked entrance. Cameron joined her as she called out again.
“Ahoi there little missy, why you have to be so flabbergasting loud!” came a crackly voice from the entrance.
“Well, no one answered.” She replied chewing on her thumbnail and digging her toe into the ground. Cameron rolled his eyes.
“Who be ye then?” The old man asked from his rocking chair, one bloodshot eye trying to stare menacingly.
“We’re the Castor and Sword you requested.” Cameron replied pulling out his order papers. The old man accepted them and read.
“Ah I see I see. Yes, mhm. Alrighty. You can go in.” he finally said handing back the papers. He knocked on the door with his cane and it creaked and rattled and groaned open. Cameron nodded his head to the old man and then took Shalia by the elbow and led her through.
“I can walk by myself Cammy, I’m not a child!” Shalia whined.
“Say’s you.” Cameron replied with a sigh.
The town was uneventful and quite forgettable. It looked like every other town in the outer limits of the Order’s domain. Forgotten. Being one of the border towns between the Order and Chaos, it was just that.
To be sent to answer the call of a forgotten, Shalia really screwed up this time. Cameron had told her not to do it, but she never listened to him. Really what was she thinking using the Empress’s prized rose garden as a training ground. It took the master gardener four months to refill the ruts. Of course that was only the tip of the rather large iceberg of accidents that always centered around Shalia.
“Oh let’s get something to eat!” Shalia said running towards the smell of food. Cameron followed her across the street. She bought some gross looking concoction and started eating.
Cameron was about half way there when the challenge hit him. He stopped and looked to his right, and there twenty feet away was a Chaos Sword. Cameron looked to Shalia who was staring in the opposite direction, Cameron looked and saw the Caster.
He felt the wind from the Sword’s attack and drew his weapon just in time to block. Cameron stared into the black eyes of the enemy Sword who grinned evilly at him. The man was of the same medium build as Cameron. His hair on the other hand was stark white with a black streak down the right side from temple to nape.
“Cameron Gantervez, and you are?” Cameron said calmly.
“Eh? Quite polite of an Order to introduce himself before the battle. Skrim.” The Chaos said as he jumped back.
“Skrim? Is that your name?” Cameron asked.
“HA! Of course Cam-my-man!” Skrim laughed as he jumped to attack. His fighting style was completely different than any of the other Chaos Cam had fought before. His movements were sporadic, but as Cam fought him he realized his movements were, in truth, very precise.
“What’s the matter Cam? Why do you smile?” Skrim asked him as an attack landed, scraping across Cam’s shoulder.
“Just enjoying the moment, waiting for my Caster to finish yours.” Cam answered slicing Skrim across the gut. Skrim cackled seemingly oblivious to the pain.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You haven’t met Mistress.” Skrim said pressing Cam back, the villagers had disappeared some making their way out of town others to who knew where, “And I wouldn’t think miss sunshine over there would be much of a challenge to her.”
Cameron laughed, “Oh, you haven’t met my Caster.”
Skrim smirked and continued his attacks. Screams were shouted as the villagers fled in fear for their lives from the phantoms of the two Casters. Mistress, as Skrim called her, had casted her best phantom not playing around. Shalia responded in turn. The two of them duked it out and pretty much destroyed everything around them.
Cameron couldn’t spare the concentration to get a good look at the Mistress but the glances he caught showed him she was a fairly well put together woman, about lower thirties to mid. Long black hair and pale skin. Her phantom was the opposite of Shalia’s Valkerie, a Succubus, like all of the Chaos’ Castings a perversion of the Order’s. The second to last stage of the Caster’s Phantom.
Sight seeing was cut short as Skrim relentlessly attacked with Cam defending as best he could. Skrim overextended himself and missed Cam. Cam smiled in triumph as he severed Skrim’s arm from his body.
Relentless as a storm Cam continued to slice and dice Skrim to pieces. When Cam finally stopped and Skrim lay in a bloody mess around him, Cam finally got to watch his Caster fight, till he heard a chuckle from behind him.
Cam glanced down at the severed head of Skrim which stared up at him and smiled. Cam jumped back with a startled cry.
“What in the world?” Cam asked.
“Ahahaha. What? This surprises you Cam-my-man?” The head of Skrim asked.
Dumbfounded Cam just stared till he heard a scream that grated on his nerves and sent his stomach plummeting. He turned and saw the most horrible thing he could ever imagine.
Mistress’s Succubus pulled her sword from Shalia’s Valkery’s chest. She didn’t smile, she didn’t even smirk. Mistress just turned away from Shalia as she fell and walked away.
“Oh, too bad. Tootles.” Skrim cackled as his pieces disappeared.
Cameron didn’t hear him, he didn’t hear anything he just walked in a stupefied state toward Shalia’s body. He walked past the Mistress who paid him no mind but kept walking, she knelt and grabbed Skrim’s head by the hair and kept going. Kneeling down next to Shalia he lifted her into his arms and started walking out of the town.

“Magic?” The Soul Seeker stared at her companion in contempt, hands on her hips, “Like we haven’t tried that before.”
She scoffed as she walked after the Paradigm, “You do remember what happened the last time, right?”
“Yeah I know.” The Paradgim said over its shoulder.
“That time you weren’t even needed, they wiped themselves out in less than a couple millennia.” The Seeker sneered.
“This time will be different.” The Paradigm stopped on the edge of the bluff and stared out across the plains.
The Seeker stood beside the Paradigm but didn’t see what caught its fancy and stared at the Paradigm in confusion. The Paradigm smiled softly as it gazed out. A small village by a river lived its days peacefully here, ignoring and being ignored by the world outside its valley.
“This time,” The Paradigm whispered, “there’ll be rules.”

Not bad. I prefer Link better, but I like this story too. I'd take the time to read it if you wanted to write more. And may I ask, did you get the 'order' and 'chaos' from the WarHammer?

no it's all off the top of my head :P

ok!

I went back and edited and detailed some things



Why did you let me fall?

“Gantervez!”
Cameron jerked awake and glared up into the eye searing bright sunlight at the person that woke him from his drunken stupor.
“What, Chelry?” Cam grunted rubbing his eyes.
A rather well muscled man sighed like a maid that just finished cleaning and came back into the room to find the mud covered toddler. He had fiery orange hair that ran down his shoulders and a big bushy beard that covered his face except for his nose, rosy cheeks, and bright green eyes. He stared down at Cam from his towering height of six foot ten in annoyance.
“Gantervez, you’re going to be late again. You know you have to go, they’re choosing the new Casters, and as an unattached Sword you have to be present.” Chelry answered hauling the drunken Cam to his feet. Cam tried to stand but tipped back almost to the floor but Chelry caught him in time.
“Don’ wan’-“ Cam hicked.
“Oh, no you don’t. You’re going.” Chelry stated as he threw Cam over his shoulder.
“Oi! Chelry I can- hic- walksh.” Cam slurred protesting to the back of Chelry’s boots.
“Yeah, sure.” Chelry grunted back.
“Chelriman, maybe we should just let him be? Every time he never gets attached, what would make this time different?” A small dark elf asked quietly as she fell into step beside him. Her dark grey skin glistened in the sunlight as they headed for the Compound. Her long silver hair done up in its usual serious bun gleamed like metal.
“Esma, you know the rules, he’s been unattached for four years. Besides who knows, he might just get one.” Chelry answered.
“Chelry I’m gonna puke on y- blah-“ Cam vomited.
Chelry sighed as Esma watched in silence.

Cameron protested all the way to the summoning hall to the back of Chelry’s boots that were now vomit splattered. Chelry deposited him in one of the chairs and went to sit in the spectator’s seats. Esma sat next to Chelry and gazed around the room at the unattached Swords present, back rigid and shoulders squared. She looked like a little child sitting next to the gentle orange haired giant beside her.
The ceremony commenced and the Casters waltzed into the room into the circle created by the stone chairs of the Swords.
Cam sunk as low into his chair as possible and tried to think of something flat and unmoving. Unlike the rest of the starry eyed, bushy tailed recruits, Cam glowered at every Caster that past him. One look at him and the Caster would pick up their pace to the next Sword. The Casters walked in single file around the edge of the circle.
A Caster would stop in front of a Sword and study them and if they felt the “Connection” the Sword would stand and both would leave the room forever joined to each other till death. There were maybe fifteen Casters and about forty Swords.
Cameron stared at the floor and saw two black boots stop in his line of vision. He glanced up and saw her. She was gorgeous; roughly five foot six, with waist length jet black hair with bangs that framed her face. The red irises of her eyes stared in curiosity at him. Those eyes seemed to stare to his soul, weighing its worth.
She glanced away toward the crowd of spectators when someone coughed and Cam let out the breath he had been holding. Something caught her attention and her countenance changed from peaceful naivety to murderous agitation.
Cam sucked in his breath as the Connection started. Fire followed by ice ran through his veins. He glared up at her and she glared back. He didn’t want to be joined again; losing one Caster was enough for a lifetime. But he couldn’t stop the rush of power flow through him and she couldn’t stop the power flow out of her into him.
“No.” Cam grunted through his teeth.
She glared even harder; if looks could kill didn’t even begin to cover it. Cam couldn’t stop himself as he stood up. Like an audible click they both rocked back as the joining finished. “Crap.” Cam whispered as he passed out.

“Rules. That’s your brilliant plan to spruce this game?” The Seeker snickered, “You can’t put rules on magic. Its nature alone contradicts itself.”
“There you go, using that word again.” The Paradigm wagged a finger at the Seeker, “You’re such a downer.”
“Just because I see the reality of a situation does not make me a ‘downer’.” The Seeker retorted putting her hands on her hips.
They were approaching the little river village just as the sun was reaching its highest point. Flexing her wings the Seeker adjusted her robes trying to make them less stuffy. The Paradigm seemed indifferent to the heat as it trudged on in its non-descript pants and shirt.
“Alright, then how are these rules going to work?” The Seeker asked stopping next to the Paradigm.
A couple of children ran around the side of one of the huts heading straight for them. The pair didn’t even flinch as the children ran straight through their bodies. A sizzling sound was the only thing that marked the passage of the children as their cries of joy continued on away from the pair.
“Well,” The Paradigm stroked its chin, “haven’t really thought that part through yet.”
The Seeker, though blindfolded, rolled her eyes, “I figured. I still say we wipe them out.”
“No,” The Paradigm cried, “No, indeed. You’ll enjoy this round. I promise.”
“Oh,” The Seeker asked raising an eyebrow, “Care to wager on that?”

Oh I really like this! You have to write more^^ I like the idea you have here and that you made your character a drunken mess after his caster died, it's a good way of showing his pain as he don't seem like the type of peron who'd talk about his feelings but close them inside. I'm very interested in knowing more about the word and more about the casters and swords and their connections.

and a little more


You bastard.

Cam woke screaming flailing his arms out. He hit Chelry in the nose. Cam took a deep breath and let it shakily out. He swallowed and looked at Chelry who was holding his hand to his nose.
“Please tell me I didn’t.” Cam demanded through clenched teeth.
“I’m afraid you have.” Esma said calmly from the doorway opposite of Cam’s bed. Cam checked to make sure he had on pants before he swung his legs out from under the covers. All things covered he got up and stormed passed Esma into the hall down the corridor and kicked open his “new problem’s” door.
“Why! Why did you have to choose me of all people? Don’t you….know….who-” Cam screamed at her then stopped and stared.
The Caster quickly snatched up her robe and held it to her bare chest, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. She turned around presenting her bare back to him. Cam just stared at the tanned skin of her back broken only by a scar that ran from her right shoulder blade to her left hip. Cam slowly lifted his eyes to her face. Her blood red irises stared murder at him as she snatched up the pitcher and hummed it at him.
“PERVERT!”
Cam cried in surprise and hurriedly shut the door, hearing the pitcher shatter on the other side. He heard other things hit the door as well but couldn’t make out what they were, they were heavy for sure, something sharp protruded through the door an inch from his eyes. He fell back onto the floor staring at the door.
“When will you learn manners?” Chelry asked from behind him.
“When I grow up, I guess.” Cam spat back as he stood and headed back to his room. Chelry grunted in amusement as he followed his old friend.
“You should apologize.” Esma said coldly as Cam came through the door; it startled him backward into Chelry.
“Don’t jump out at me like that Esma.” Cam said clutching his chest.
“I don’t ‘Jump’ out of anywhere to anywhere.” Esma replied calmly.
“Of course not.” Cam said as he scooted around Esma to his closet. He flung open the door and rummaged around for a shirt that wasn’t too dirty. Finding a maroon colored shirt and shoving his feet into his mud splattered boots, he headed back out the door to his new Caster’s room.
He swayed slightly as the adrenaline drained out of his body, cheerfully reminding him he had been completely drunk not four hours ago.
Cam held his hand to his temple trying to quell the mind splitting headache coming on.
“You going to be ok?” Chelry asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be…..alright.” Cam sighed as he continued down the hall to the girl’s room.
He paused there with his hand raised to knock on the door. Chelry stood behind him and Esma beside Chelry both waiting for Cam to proceed.
“What the hell.” Cam sighed and knocked on the door.
After a few minutes of silence he heard the Caster call for them to come in. Cam opened the door slowly.
“Ah, s-sorry about earlier.” Cam stammered as he flushed bright red.
His Caster stood there in the middle of her room, her black hair pinned back away from her face but let loose down her back. She wore a white shirt with a black corset vest over it and black pants. Her boots were black, low heeled with two buckles on each boot; Cam could just see the handle of a knife in the left one.
“It’s alright, but in the future I would caution you to knock before entering a Caster’s room unexpected.” She said with a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. She had a soft voice that reminded Cam of the nuns he had grown up with at the orphanage.
“Uh, right. At any rate. My name is-“
“Cameron Gantervez, orphan Sword of Monphil, recently attached to the late Caster Shalia Camelle, Shadow Caster of Monphil. The Imperfect Pair as you were nicknamed. You were born, fifth day of the seventh month of year 212. You are currently twenty-three years old. Orphaned at the age of three you were taken in by the Sisters of Monphil monastery and raised there till the age of ten when you entered the Order of the Sword.”
Cameron stood silently stunned as she spit all this information out about him, not many knew he had been orphaned, not that it was a secret.
“And you are?” Cameron asked.
“Kailah. Element Caster.” She replied bowing slightly, “Pleased to meet you, Cameron.”
“You have to be kidding!” Chelry whispered.
Cameron himself was taken aback. Element Casters were rare, and even rarer for them to attach to Swords at so young an age. Element Casting took years to master, one slight misstep while casting and the Caster was “lost” to the element. Meaning they were absorbed by the element and never returned to their bodies.
“What element do you cast?” Esma asked she didn’t appear to be impressed, though nothing seemed to impress Esma ever.
“All of them.” Kailah answered.
“I’m surprised.” Esma replied even though her face didn’t show it.
“Why on earth are you attached to me then? Shouldn’t you have been in the Council section?” Cameron asked shocked.
Kailah turned her burning red eyes towards him and Cameron actually felt slightly scared at the menace there.
“It’s personal.” Kailah answered turning her gaze to look out the window.
The Council section was the elite of the elites among Casters, they never attached to Swords because they didn’t need them.
Casters originally began joining to Swords in the Era of Wars due to necessity. When a Caster casts his power his consciousness goes with it therefore leaving his body open for attacks, he can’t move it. This is where the Swords are useful; they hold off or defeat any non-Caster enemy that tried to kill them and if possible try to kill the enemy Caster’s body.
The Council section is a group of Casters that are so powerful they don’t need a Sword to watch their body. This council is the ruling order of the Order. It is made up of currently twelve members.
Cameron was still getting over his shock when there was a knock on the door.
“Yes?” Kailah called and a messenger came through the door.
He handed a letter to Kailah, saluted and left without saying a word.
“What is it?” Cam asked as Kailah opened the letter.
“Our first order as an official set.” Kailah replied after she had read it.
She handed the letter to Cam and turned to the closet grabbing a backpack and beginning to pack.
“Werstel Forest? Find and apprehend Aqua Caster Steff, Rogue Order Caster. WAIT!” Cam screamed at her crumbling the notice in a fist.
“Yes?” Kailah turned calmly from the closet.
“Who says I’ve accepted this new…partnership?” Cam asked perturbed. He grimaced from the throbbing headache.
“You don’t have to accept it, it happened and that’s the end of it. Now go pack.” Kailah replied turning back to the closet.
“Hell no! And besides, contracts have to be accepted by both Caster and Sword.” Cam said trying to grasp at straws.
“Your point?” Kailah asked walking past him to the bed with an arm full of clothes. She reached under the bed and pulled out a backpack.
“I refuse. I’m going back to the bar, plopping my butt down, and having another drink.” Cam said folding his arms across his chest, sticking his nose in the air, and walking towards the door.
BAM!!!
“Oh gah my nose!” Cam cried falling back away from the wall of ice he had run face first into. Except since his hand was covering his face it came out as, “Maoh Wumph Mai gnoah!”
“No, you are not.” Kailah said softly not even turning around.
Cam glared at her with his hand still holding his nose. He turned his gaze to the doorway that was still blocked completely with ice.
“You can’t order me around.” Cam growled.
Kailah stopped packing and sighed softly, “Cameron, I have no intention of ordering you to do anything. I’m trying to help you.”
“I don’t need you to help me, take down the ice barrier.” Cameron said in an even flat tone.
Kailah was silent for a few moments as Cam stared at the back of her head. He heard a crack behind him and turned to see the ice barrier deforming. He glanced back at her and left the room brushing past Chalry and Esma without a word. Cam disappeared down the hallway.
“Would you like me to bring him back?” Esma asked quietly from the doorway.
“No, thank you. You two must have other matters to attend to.” Kailah replied quietly not turning around.
“Very well, come Chelriman.” Esma said emotionless as she left the room. Chelry stammered out a goodbye, slightly flustered.
Kailah stood there staring down at her backpack, Cam’s words echoing in her head.
“I don’t need you to help me, huh?” Kailah whispered to herself.
A single tear rolled down her cheek, “Who’s to say I don’t need you, Cam?”

there the whole "chapter"

I like the story so far, Dreamer. Although, you had better keep up with D2G! I'll still keep an eye on this story though.

lol that's the general plan

hehehe