EndQuest: Part 1

Wyntor Walker - I - Its about time

Asplornia. A land of mystery, a land of adventure, a land of danger, all of these names echoed and spread across earth - or what remained of it - about the fabled island. Since the birth of the universe, Asplornia always seemed to be its favourite place. It's people evolved psychologically quicker, making them smarter, buildings and such erected decades before other places of the world, trade established, weapons crafted, wars fought and then peace that spread across its inhabitants. Sooner or later though, that affect wore off. It's people remain normal now, or at least the majority of them I should say. An exception to this of course being Wyntor Walker, the so called 'Hero Of Light' (if he could ever live up to that name).

This is where our story truly starts as a matter of fact. From humble beginnings. Wyntor's bedroom. Clothing dashed across the floor, bed sheets sprung out of place, desk a mess with books and pieces of loose paper all while Wyntor slept, almost looking like he got ran over by a truck. Like I said, humble beginnings. Quite suddenly however, he dashed up sitting up in bed, his long blonde hair swooshing over his face, covering his vision. He grumbled out a view words before grabbing his shirt and using it to wipe his face and eyes quickly before hopping out of bed and swiping the hair out of his eyes. Large bags laid under his eyes, also including some sleep which he manged to miss with his shirt. Throwing on his pants, he wandered to the bathroom, running the sink and wetting his face, the water dripping off his chin, back into the sink.

A few minutes later, after some bodily functions had been completed, he walked into the room, shoving the clothes on his floor to the side with his foot, walking to his wardrobe and swinging the door opening, grabbing his outfit for the day he had ahead of him. He fiddled with the sleeves of his grey jacket for a few seconds before looking in the mirror and viewing himself. His black cargos covered with mud stains, his white shirt beneath his jacket, too covered in mud stains (albeit more obvious than his cargos). Tightening the belt on his cargos he felt satisfied with his look, strolling himself to the front door, grabbing the brown satchel he had placed half assed on the table next to the door and swinging it over his head and shoulders. Now he was ready to face the land of Asplornia.

Stepping out the door, his eyes instinctively squinted the suns rays shining straight onto his face, hand rising to block it as he looked around, a minimal amount of people in the village around him. Closing the door behind him and sliding his hands into his pockets, he began to walk to the village centre, off to meet his friends for the day. Walking down the cobble paths, his gaze turning to the houses around him, each one unique with its colouring and shaping. You see, the EndQuestian village was thrown together hastily during the old war, being the final stand for the people of Asplornia. Thankfully, they won against the dark forces that no one really knows where it came from to this day. What the people do know however is their hero, Casey, the furthest ever recorded Hero Of Light. To some people, they were the original, to others legend, and to some a bar of expectation for Wyntor.

But he wouldn't let those thoughts distract him, not for now.

Slowly, the smell of fresh bread caught his attention as he moved closer to the bakery, his hand darting to his pocket. Dammit. He forgot to bring any money with him, the clumsy sod. Sighing, he walked past the bakery, a look of betrayal reflecting on its glass windows toward himself. Not too long later, he spotted the only pink haired girl in town amidst the now large amount of people in the village centre. Hiding in the crowd, he slowly manoeuvred his way behind her, before-

"Boo!" he yelled, grabbing her on the shoulders as she jumped forward, nearly falling head first into the fountain before Wyntor grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back, throwing both of them onto the floor. The two giggled before she smiled, got off him and helped him up. "That was a good scare, right?" he said, excitement in his voice. She nodded. "Yeah it was, dumbass. You're lucky you're my friend."

Oh right- almost forgot to say; this is Amy Loner, Wyntor's one (and only) female friend (unless you include... someone you haven't met yet, but she doesn't really count). "Where's Rhys-?" Wyntor blurted out after his eyes darted around for him. "Oh- he had to run back and grab something from his house- some money I think." Now you're also probably wondering who this 'Rhys' is. He was Wyntor's first friend after he found himself in the EndQuestian village. The two were, and still are to an extent, inseparable. Amy just joined their duo and now its a kickass trio.

After a short wait, Rhys ran up to the two, sliding to a halt. He liked to do that. "What time do you call this?" Amy and Wyntor blurted out in unison (they had planned this). Rhys sniggered, lightly digging the two in their arms before the three set off to enjoy their day. Slowly, the sun set during the three's crusade, Wyntor as usual having to leave unfortunately early due to his training he was required to do which allowed him to (eventually) harness the power within him. Rhys and Amy used to come and watch him but that got boring after about the third time. But today, I guess Wyntor felt different. He decided to stay out. What's one missed training session gonna affect?

Once the moon began to rise was when the trio began to part ways, back home to their humble abodes. Or well, they would've, but Tane ran up to the three, his look reflecting something serious, his tone of voice and posture agreeing with such- "Wyntor- kid- I'm sorry to have to do this so early into your training, but a few of our own have gone missing. We need you out there, to bring them back to us."

Wyntor thought upon it for a moment. His first mission, a rescue mission? That's as heroic as any, right?

"Ill do it."

"Thank you- rest up tonight and go to the armoury tomorrow- there will be a few surprises for you for doing this, kid."

Wyntor smiled, nodding, as Tane walked off leaving the trio to reflect in what happened.

"Your first mission-!?" Amy blurted out, Rhys following up "Jesus dude- you're gonna kick ass!".

The three lingered in the feeling for a few more seconds before the more maternal instincts of Amy's kicked in.

"Alright so that's you off to sleep then, huh?"

"Amy its- like eight pm."

"I don't give a shit- sleep!"

"Fine, if it will get you off my ass. Later, Rhys." The two exchanged a nod as Wyntor walked off, home, a slight skip in his walk.

And so the dawn came. Groggily, he pulled himself out of bed again and getting himself changed, stepping out the door, yet again ready to face the land of Asplornia. Wandering down to the armoury, he passed barely anybody. Once he turned the corner that led to the armoury, he saw a familiar duo of pink and blonde haired people next to it. They came to see him off. After the goodbyes were out of the way, Wyntor entered the armoury, being greeted by Tane and a pile of weapons and other things on the side.

"Wyntor, kid, I'm glad you're here. We'd be lost for what to do without you- there's a range of weapons on the side and other... goodies?- on the side for you. Take what you need and follow this map." He shoved a folded map into Wyntor's hands before walking off, presumably to attend to other pressing matters. You see, Tane is the leader of the EndQuestian village, keeping everything- and more importantly- everyone together. Without him, who knows where they would all be.

But Wyntor? He's gonna be just fine- ESPECIALLY with his new found weapons and other 'goodies' as Tane puts it.

What do these 'goodies' consist of? Well I am glad you asked. A knife hidden away underneath Wyntor's pant sleeve, a gun holster finding itself filled with some sort of blaster- it doesn't appear to take any ammo. Odd. Anyway- a katana sheathed on Wyntor's back and finally a bo-staff laying beside the katana. He sort of seems like one of those Lego minifigures you make as a kid...

And so Wyntor sets off on his journey across Asplornia.