Centuries before the arrival of Harwin in this world.....

  The first town was a human settlement before the Great Human-Elfin war.

  Its name was “York”. A small, yet powerful place due to its strategic location. It was the central route for anyone wanting to trade with the dwarves. Some races that had troublesome relations with the Silfordan empire, often smuggled their way through this settlment to reach the northern or southern side of the continent.

  The Great Guradian of this town was a demonic-beast. It was unbeknownst to anyone of how he came to guard York, but he had served the lords of it for several generations.

  He was a powerful warrior — humongous, a tall figure that would even make Farelen look pale in comparison. He carried two Great-axes in each hand.

  The demon was fast for his stature as well. He was muscular enough that no arrow could penetrate his skin, but had a over-grown gut which looked hideous. It did not effect his abilities in the least. He also had crimson eyes filled with blood-thirst, and a single horn on his forehead. None could have looked directly at this creature’s face without being terrified.

  His name was ‘Ghorgon’, it meant the lord of terror in the beastmen's tongue. Of-course, he was not an intelligent being, and lacked any strategy. There was no need of it, as he just had to use raw strength to crush his foes.

  How did the elves defeat such a glorified and terrible monster?

  According to the town’s men (the new elfin ones), he was defeated by the great elfin hero “Lirael”, but his existence is dubious in history. The sword-saint had never known such a man either, but for the First town’s folk, he was the hero that gave him their land.

  The actual story was entirely different.

  These were the times of the Great Human-Eflin conflict.

  York was carelessly handling their everyday matters just like any other day. They knew that the elves would never dare to attack due to the presence of their great guardian, but suddenly war horns were blown. However, the people carried on their works without a care in the world.

  The enemies army consisted of elves, but also a few beast-men. The leader of the said beast-men was a man of average height. He had two small yet noticeable horns on his heads. His appearance was almost human.

  The group laid a seige to York. The Great Guardian did not interfere at this point. The lord of York ordered for one of his commanders to lead the charge at the enemy, head-on.

  This idiotic mistake costed them half of their forces — they lost without even reaching the enemy lines.

  The elves had an abundance of arrows, that could easily penetrate the common leather amours.

  The elves could have just sat there, and halted any advances of their enemy. The commander of York retreated with whatever small force he had left to the settlement. His head was taken by the Lord for this action.

  The elves grew confident. They thought, that they had already won. Even when the beast-men leader advised them to wait, they led the charge on York.

  These arrogant beings targeted the town from all sides in a scattered pattern, which spread their forces too thin.

  York’s guards shot arrows at the incoming foes, but it was soon clear that the enemy had overpowered them.

  Most of the locals finally took cover in their homes.

  Under strict orders from Graftel: none were to hurt any civilians, especially those who had taken refuge in their homes.

  This particular group of elves diregarded their chief-commander’s orders completely. They raided the local's houses — looting them, and setting fire to the fields.

  The head of this elfin army was a stout and arrogant man. His name was Lirael. When it came to leadership, he was mediocre at best. He was a man driven by the motives of attaining cheap glory.

  The lord finally ordered the monster to awaken in its fury. Ghorgon was resting in the central tower of York at the time. He roared after waking up from its slumber — something that could be heard miles ahead.

  Most elfin soldiers shuddered in fear, and did not move any further, but some reckless ran straight at the source.

  The giant wielding his great-axes went into battle. It crushed, slashed and threw anyone and anything that came in his field of vision.

  The elfin forces were getting wrecked in seconds.

  York’s guards also helped their benefactor and cleared any of the elves that were left

  More than half of the elfian force was taken down in a few minutes. Lirael could not stay back now. He led a charge right at the monster, with a confident face and an aura of pride.

  Soon, he came face to face with the beast. He saw a monster covered in the blood of his comrades, glaring right at him — grinning hideously. All of that anderline and courage left his body.

  Lirael tried to run away, but the giant was quick. He swiftly picked up Lirael. Ghorgon then proceeded to rip him apart with such force that the elf's body opened in half, all organs escaping out. A painful and terrifying death. The morale of the elves plunged.

  The demon was still not satisfied though. He spotted the last few of them standing a-bit far from the settlement, he ran at them.

  York’s guards were busy in trying to extinguish the fire, and slaying down any of the remaining elves in the settlement itself.

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  With impending danger heading their way, the beast-men decided to join the battle, but were stopped by their leader. He signaled them to stand-by and let him deal with the creature.

  He went on to face the giant alone, who adruptly stopped in its tracks – noticing the mysterious figure coming his way.

  The distance between the two of them was less than hundred meters, but the giant demon did not move an inch. He had felt the presence of this man and was overwhelmed – almost terrified.

  The small beastman sauntered towards his opponent. He stopped when there was only a few feets of difference in-between.

  Ghorgon finally let go of of his fear and decided to attack but—

  Suddenly strong winds blew in his direction. A wind of dark nature. It carried an ominous energy, and grew stronger by the second.

  Even with all his monstrous strength, Ghorgon could not move against it. That was when he felt his skin being scraped off — small cuts being opened up as he stood there. The wind was now so powerful, that it was even damaging the skin that could have repelled arrows.

  “I suppose, this should be enough to show you that you are simply too under-powered to fight me. Let us now fight head-on.” The small man claimed.

  Soon after, the winds came to a halt. The giant fell to his knees, but immediately got up — more furious than ever.

  He charged at this beastman who had humiliated him, and then slashed his axes with so much force that they could have created literal craters in the ground, yet—

  His opponent simply dodged the strikes. Of-course, it was not as if this person was simply invicible.

  In-fact, the beast knew that a small misstep could cost him his life. The giant continued the slashes, giving no opportunities for a counter-attack. Ghongor made sure that his opponent could not catch a breath.

  The storm-user was confident at-first that he could win without having to rely on magika, but he was now having second thoughts.

  The monster had an immense amount of stamina and force which made him seeminly invicible. This development made Ghorgon grin like the devil. He felt the weakness of his enemy.

  Suddenly, the giant slipped for the slightest of moments due to the uneven terrain.

  This gave his opponent the chance he was looking for. In that split-second, the beast thrusted his short-sword right into the hideous gut of the giant.

  The battle felt concluded. With such a lethal blow, no creature could have fought anymore or at-least would have been severally compromised.

  Without wasting any more time, the beastman tried to get more attacks in, but Ghorgon dodged the strikes, and even backed away safely. His opponent had not followed as he felt something was off.

  The giant began to cackle. A horrible grin appeared on his face then suddenly—

  From his gut, gushed out a thick and coarse fluid that looked nothing like blood. The stench was so foul that his opponent had to cover his nose for a-bit.

  The over-grown gut was no more, and the creature became much more lean than before. Underneath the hideous gut was just more skin instead of organs.

  The giant sighed with relief as if someone who put down something heavy after a long time. He threw down his axes. His sharp claws were now his new weapons — sharper than any axe or sword.

  Ghorgon now glared at his enemy. The grin was even more terrifying — almost covering his entire face. He was now truly the personification of the devil itself.

  For sometime there was dead silence. Neither of them moved, but then the devilsh being lunged at the beast — faster than ever.

  He was at-least two times faster than before. Now his opponent could not do anything, but to create distance between himself and this ravaging, blood-thirsty monster that was charging at him with speed, unlike anything he had witnessed before.

  For someone to move so fast at such a huge size was not normal — nothing about this thing was normal. He was an anomaly, something that had been created for the sole purpose of killing.

  Now Ghorgon's opponent was at a severe disadvantage. He needed to think quickly, but there was no opening — suddenly he slipped due to a small rock. A huge mishap to say the least.

  The monster saw this opportunity. He thrashed his opponent with razor-sharp claws, but just at the moment of impact, the small lad managed to block the strike with his sword. The sword was broken in half, but the owner managed to jump out of the impending danger.

  The giant stood there with half of the blade stuck inside hand. He plucked it out as if it was made of paper.

  The beast did not lose courage. He did not run and neither feared the thing that stood there. Ghorgon had stopped his pursuit — confident more than ever that now there was nothing his opponent could do to win. A crucial mistake in such a fight.

  “I pray to the lord of darkness. Help me through this time. Through thy help, I shall overcome all obstacles. Lend me thy strength and make my strength tenfolds.”

  The man chanted a spell which made the creature a little anxious, thus he decided to charge before anything happened.

  Alas, he was simply too late. Dark clouds covered up the entire field.

  Lightening began to strike from place to place. The person who was previously backing away, now just stood there. He was not moving even an inch.

  The same dark wind blew again, but this time the giant was able to overcome it.

  The guards of York now had completely annihilated the elves within the settlment, and rushed towards beastman who was fighting against their guardian.

  As soon as they closed in — lightening came down, and obliterated them in the process. Almost all the town's force was annihilated in the blink of an eye.

  Ghorgon did not waste anymore time. He had noticed that his opponent could not move right now. He rushed towards him at once, but the winds grew immensely strong, even the bodies of the guards were thrown from one place to another. The giant was stopped in his track. He could still move sideways, but not forward.

  Just before his body became totally immovable, he sunk his hands deep into ground, and did something that astonished everyone.

  Ghorgon lifted a chunk of the groud up. It was something out of this world. Such strength could never have been achieved by anyone else. It was abnormal, just like the rest of his existence.

  He threw this chunk towards his opponent, but the wind grew even stronger, and launched all of the demon's hardwork away.

  Now the giant finally gave up. He did not even try to move as he had done everything he could, already. The wind had completed subdued his movements as well. It was to the point that he could not even move his head to the other side.

  Now the beastman pointed his broken sword to his immobile opponent, and channeled all his magika at the target.

  In a split second, a lightening bolt came thundering down. Ghorgon was burnt badly. There was no movement from him for a while, before he finally fell down to his knees.

  After sometime, the beast finally made his way to Ghorgon — slowly and carefully. He grabbed a dagger from his waist-belt.

  Once he had reached near the giant, he finally confirmed that the battle was over. Even though his opponent was not dead, his limbs were broken to the point that made it impossible to move even lift a finger.

  The man closed down on him. There was no mocking involved nor did he wear a smug expression. He only stated the following:

  “You are a warrior. I could not have defeated you in a sword fight, and I do not think that anybody else could have either. Tell me, if there is anything that you would like to say in your last moments. I shall remembers your words for the rest of my life.”

  The demon who was believed to be mute, belligerent and too brutish to speak any language finally opened his mouth:

  “Do…not…kill…the…boy.”

  He meant the child of the lord of York. Even in the last moment he remembered to protect at-least one member of the lords of York.

  The giant — the grand guardian of York, Ghorgon, undefeated in many battles finally drew his last breath.

  The leader of the beastmen after listening to his request, slashed the giant’s neck to finally end his suffering. He did not allow any of his party members to brutalize the corporse of the warrior. He also spared the life of the boy. He decided to take him under his protection until he found somewhere safe.

  This person was none other than Yhorm the sword-storm, the friend of Graftel, who had slain down the guardian of York. He claimed no glory. All the credit was given Lirael.

  This small tale is not known by many, which is also the reason for treachery in the first elfin town.