The Great Divide

Prologue

"Vell, look's who still alive." The red haired woman muttered as the white haired man approached the small circle of people. Emnickai brushed away her disdain, taking a seat on one of the toppled columns that were strewn among the ancient ruins. The sky over head was a churning vortex of black and red clouds, the sun and moon both revolving around each other slowly above them. 

"When I want to be annoyed I'll ask you, Aleksandra." He muttered, conjuring a small orb of red light into existence and then crushing it in his palm. He looked up at his comrades. He himself was clad in thin white clothing with a golden sash around his waist that matched a red short cape around his neck. The woman with red hair had it cut short and it covered one eye, and she leaned up against a broken wall, dressed in white pants and a shirt. Next to her stood a man in white and black robes, his face obscured by a blue scarf and goggles. And last of all a shorter woman who floated above them all, wearing a black mask and straw clothes. In order, they were known biologically as Aleksandra, Barzi, and Krona. 

"Cut the chit chat. What did the master say?" Krona demanded, slowly revolving like the hands of a clock in midair. 

"He wants our forces moved in three months. That, or we're stuck in Flip-Side forever." Emnickai replied, standing up and stretching. 

"Vhy do ve even try to revive zis...'master? He iz...too demanding." Aleksandra scoffed, drumming her fingers along her folded arms impatiently. 

"He has promised us great riches and acceptance if we do so." Barzi replied in his depressing monotone. "To pass up such an offer would be...puerile." Each one of this group had a certain obsession. Krona was obsessed with having fun, Aleksandra was obsessed with weaponry, Emnickai with himself, and Barzi with long words that most people would look at you funny when you said them.  

"Which means?" 

"Lacking of good judgement or childish." 

"Whatever. Anyways," Emnickai continued, "we do have one positive from this. The Master says he's weakened the Great Divide just enough to transport about 300 of our troops over. Aleksandra, he wants you as the general of his armies to take Krona and those forces to the Arbiter's keep and demolish it, paving a way for the main body of our forces. Do you comply?" 

Aleksandra sighed. "Ze Jester and a puny amount of men? Ya, I do zis. It is time for zis hero to face von hundred years of anger." She muttered in her thick accent, smiling to herself. Emnickai wasn't worried she would fail or reject the offer. Aleksandra loved beating people up and destroying things. She wouldn't listen to strategy or morale speeches or even bother to give them, she just charged ahead and somehow made things work. 

"You. Imp. Come." She ordered, and Krona sighed, floating after her. "You make portal. We go to army." 

"Me?!" Krona whined. "I'm tired, and you can make a portal just fine!" Aleksandra didn't reply, rather she flicked her wrist and a large whip was suddenly trailing from it, shards of metal branching off of it like a rose branch. 

"Fiiiiinneee." Krona muttered, and a large red disc appeared in front of him. He floated through, and Aleksandra was about to when Barzi stopped her. 

"Don't be hasty. This hero is bothersome, and you might be hard pressed to simply trample him underfoot." 

"Relax. I have a plan that vill blow ze socks from ze bottom of his legs. " She smiled, and then stepped into the disc of light and was gone.