The Thousand Year Dynasty
Anthology 1

"I haven't seen you write again in a long time, Noel?" The Gesthal spoke as he looked at the dreamy Noel staring at the night sky in front of the campfire, after dinner. Looks like Getzja's men are thick-bodied cross-legged across from where Noel sat, wiping his big shield.

"Oh, right too. Usually in times like these, you're already busy writing letters. Can't you break up with your girlfriend, is that?" Figor added from next to the Gesthal. Morra's man was still chewing dried meat for his dinner.

"Well, really? Why, why? Try telling me, Noel?" This time Nicaea spoke while shifting her sitting position closer to Noel. The bright yellow eyes of the Getzja girl, look sparkling.

"I don't want to talk about it" said Noel quickly ignoring Nicaea beside him.

"Oh noel... We haven't talked about you in a long time, have we?" Nicaea looks clear while pulling a small sleeve Noel.

"But indeed writing that letter is the strangest thing about you, Noel. What else if you look at the other abilities you have." Gesthal added with a slight laugh.

"really. High-class fighters, high-class witches, high-class hunters, but every chance you get to take the time to write a letter. It's really a sweet personality for someone with that class of ability" she added.

"Already, don't talk about my personal affairs anymore. Rest you. Our trip tomorrow isn't easy." Noel said as he took Nicaea's hand off her sleeve. "Particularly you, Nik. Don't let me hear you complain again tomorrow along the way like today" he added.

"Yes, yeah, I know. You've always been as dull and stiff as ever. I just praised." Nicaea shifted her seat slightly away. Distance from Noel. His face looked a little upset. "Also if it is difficult, why do we not use Arcane stone as usual?"

"Because according to Magna, this place we're going to have a shield to hold the transfer magic." Noel answered while taking an iron teapot hanging on top of the ungun fire, and then pouring the contents into the wooden glass in his hand.

"But I don't like desert travel as much as it is now. If it's hot. It's cold night as it is now." Nicaea started to look frantic on her own.

"That also includes the responsibilities of the job, you know Nik?" said Figor who is still seen chewing.

"I know, Fig. It's already! Don't start!" nikea exasperated as he pointed towards Figor. Trying to warn and order Figor not to speak who can offend him.

"I just want to remind you. Not wanting to start anything," replied Figor who looked indifferent with warning and orders from Nicaea earlier.

"But there's no harm, right? If I choose the easier path, if there is one," Nicaea said.

"But is the Azorgia really that strong, Noel? Until Magna and Mirinda don't manage to complete this task?" This time Figor asked Noel on a different topic, and deliberately ignored Nicaea's speech.

Nicaea growled with annoyance at Figor's behavior towards her.

"Yes. The Azorgians are people who have a rare kind of magic." Noel replied after sipping a warm drink from his glass.

"Oh, I've heard of it. If I don't remember wrongly, it's Harmony magic, isn't it?" the Nicaean sahut who seemed to have forgotten his irritation. The attention of the girl was easily distracted.

"Yes, right. Magic is a unique magic that is always changing. Reasons that make them dangerous. Because we won't be able to know what kind of magic they'll use every time we fight them." Noel explained.

"Change? Is there such magic?" Figor looks between awe and doubt.

"really. They are indeed violating the laws of nature" chirped Gesthal who seems to know quite a lot about the magic.

"Actually they don't really have fickle magic. They just fuse the flow of Souls with magic objects" Noel said trying to explain.

"meaning?" Figor, Nicaea, and Gesthal asked almost simultaneously. This is new knowledge for them. Even for Nicaea and Gesthal who had heard a lot about this type of magic.

"Basically that synchronizer magic is a unique type of magic. Not an attack or a cure. They are almost useless in battle. Its unique characteristic is that it aligns the user's Soul type flow with the surrounding Soul flow. More especially are objects that have a Soul flow. Or in other words, change the type of magic users become like magic from these objects," Noel explained in detail.

"Things that have a Soul flow? What do you mean is an Arcane stone and a mystical weapon?" Nicaea seemed to guess with doubt.

"No. Arcane stones are objects filled with Soul flow, while mystical weapons are objects that are made to change and regulate the flow of Souls into a certain shape," Noel answered still patiently explaining.

"What do you mean by totem?" This time Gesthal guessed.

"really. Because basically a totem is made of parts of living things that have a Soul flow, and lock it in a crystal stone or in some other form." Noel continued his explanation.

"And how do they change their magic is by replacing the totems they use?" Gesthal guessed again.

"really. Simply put, they used synchronizer magic to make magic from a totem into their own magic" Noel replied later.

"That means, as long as they don't have totems, they won't be able to do much, right?" Figor tried to make sure.

"Not really. Because basically they are Getzja, and they live in a hard place like this. It was certain that their physical abilities were above average." This time it was Nicaea who gave an answer to Figor's question.

"Maybe more than the physical level of both of us" Gesthal added.

"Oh, so they getzja with magic? That's just a problem. Worth Magna and Mirinda." Figor looked like he had just understood something. "Do you have magic like that?" the question then goes to Nicaea and Gesthal.

"Only pure-blooded Getzja of the Azorgians had it. I've never heard of another Getzja having that ability. Even the meddling with them doesn't have that ability." Gesthal.

"So it's some kind of derivative magic?" Figor asked to make sure.

"really. But I wish I had that magic ability too." Nicaea closed her eyes, imagining something.

"Therefore, as much as possible we will avoid a fight with them. We'll head straight to our destination, and after getting the bracelet, we'll be right out of there." Noel explained the plan they were going to do.

"Ck, avoid the fight? Why would you bring two Getzja with you just to avoid a fight?" Figor sounded dislike of Noel's plans.

"Hey, do you realize what you're talking about, Crazy Tarung? Although we gotzja but we did not always excel in the fight. What's more now Edea's not coming, "cut Gesthal quickly because he felt disapproving of Figor's words.

"I agree with Noel's idea. I don't like fighting in the desert like this. Not good for my skin." Nicaea.

"Who will notice your skin, Nik. There are people who will immediately be afraid and throw away their face when they see you coming." Figor chimed in on Nicaean speech.

"You can't just talk, Fig!" Nicaea jumped up from her sitting position.

"Have stopped you. Come on, get some rest. We still have a long journey tomorrow morning" Noel immediately stopped Figor and Nicaea before there was a bigger debate.

Then the four of them began to roll out their sleeping bags, and began to go to sleep.

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The next morning Noel's entourage is still continuing their journey in the desert in the western part of the southern mainland, called the Bhujerba Desert.

The four of them walked on foot wearing sleeping bags to cover their heads and bodies from the scorching sunlight. And because it is so hot, to the extent that mirages are visible in all directions and as far as the eye can see.

"I really don't want to complain, but today was really hot. I can't take it anymore. Why don't we just use the horse carriage?" Nicaea looks starting to urgency must walk in the very hot weather. The sleeping bag that the girl was wearing was too long to dangle down. Dragged while he was walking.

"Should I remind you again that horses will not be able to survive walking through this desert. There, they will suffocate and die on the way" said Figor from next door to Nicaea. The body of the young Morra was tightly covered with cloth from his tudur bag. That made it look like he was wearing a bright brown robe. Shake up with the color of the sand around it.

"Even horses can't stand walking in a place like this. Why do we have to walk in this place?" Nicaea still looks careless and does not accept.

"Didn't I tell you not to complain anymore." Noel spoke from next to Figor. Only Noel did not carry a sleeping bag. He was wearing a sacrifice that did not cover his body too much. Only attached to the shoulder, after wrapping the head quite tightly.

"But it's so hot, Noel. Don't you feel the heat?" Nicaea answered with a sour face from behind her syall and wrapped around her sleeping bag.

"Obviously we feel the same heat as you do. I was even added with heavy luggage" said the Gesthal, pointing towards the large iron shield behind his back, which could only be partially covered with the robe and sleeping bag he was wearing.

"I'm wearing an iron suit, you think it's not hotter?" Figor added to the Gesthal's answer.

"If that is it, your own problem, Fig," said Nicaea sharply.

"Yes, you don't complain either. That's also your own problem, Nik," Figor replied unwillingly to budge.

"It has. Cease to. You will only make yourself more tired," Noel then marched, stopping the oral war between Figor and Nicaea.

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They continued on their way until the sun began to descend to the horizon line at the western end. And once some of the sky had darkened, a cold wind began to blow. And the air started to change to cool enough after the day had completely changed the night.

Noel took out a small stick with a white jewel encrusted at the end. And after doing a short recording, light began to radiate from the gem. Although not too bright, but the light was enough to illuminate the path he and his three friends went through.

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And soon the four of them arrived in an area filled with cliffs high enough. Which is also a sign that they have reached the western end of the desert.

"We have arrived" said Noel later, as they were in front of one of the nearest cliffs.

"really? Finally after three days we made it across this desert." Nicaea was starting to look warm again. A smile was again visible on his face.

And after that, the four of them climbed to the top of the cliff in order to get a clearer view of the area around the place.

There are several high cliffs and ravines, standing elongated layered like a wall that borders the Bhujerba Desert with the area to the west.

"How can there be a settlement in a place like this?" Nicaea looked really curious. He did not think anyone would want to live in a place with such harsh weather.

"It used to be an oasis. So there was enough water for them to survive" Noel replied later.

"But how do they eat? Is it just plants and fruits? Are there any animals that can live in this region to hunt?" Nicaea still looks inexhaustible.

"On the west side behind this cliff area, it is not a desert area anymore. So they most likely hunted in the region." Noel answered again.

"Attent. If there's a road that doesn't have to go through the desert to get to this place, why don't we go through that place, Noel?" It looks like Nicaea put on an annoyed face staring at Noel while shaking her waist.

"That's because the entrance from the west side to the cliffs of the Ancient Tombs, is guarded more strictly than the side facing the Bhujerba Desert. And again it took a month on a ship from the central region to reach the far west coast of the region." Noel explained. "We don't have much time to travel that route. Meanwhile, if we cross the desert, we only need ten days to get to this place," he added.

"Oh, I guess I'll still choose through the desert. Because I would rather not linger on a ship for long" Nicaea replied after listening to Noel's explanation.

"But I still don't understand, for what reason would they want to stay in that oasis? Though there was a much better area to live in, not far from this place" Figor looked curious.

"That's because the Azorgians used to be the guards of the Ancient Tomb. Which then gradually began to build a settlement and develop into a tribe," explained Noel.

"Actually where did you get the knowledge of all this, Noel? You've always known about the story behind the place or tribe we met." Figor seemed amazed by the breadth of knowledge that Noel had.

"I love history" Noel said quickly.

"It's so weird." Figor shook his head slowly.

"What are we going to do after this?" Gesthal asked this time.

"We're going straight to that cliff. And as much as possible do not let the Azorgians know where we are." Noel explained his plan.

"That's obviously a hard plan to make. You know Getzja has more sensitive senses than any other human, right?" Gesthal responded to Noel's plan.

"Yes, at least not to attract a lot of attention," Noel added quickly.

"When are we going to that place?" Nike asked for.

"We'll move after midnight. Now we need to rest first." Noel answered.

"Do you think they're gonna put a guard in that place?" Figor connected with another question.

"Huge possibilities. Because as I said. They are the guardians of the Ancient Tomb" Noel replied. "What's more after a few days ago Magna and Mirinda tried to infiltrate" he added.

"Means we have to prepare for the worst." This time it was Gesthal.

"really. It's time to fight desperately" said Figor in a fiery tone of voice.

"No. We don't have to fight desperately. We'll avoid the fight as much as possible and get out of there immediately" Noel said.

"I also agree. We open up people who are crazy about fighting like you, Fig," Nicaea said, agreeing with Noel's plan.

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After midnight, Noel's party began to walk towards the cliff where the Ancient Tomb was located. They walk with caution and as much as possible not to attract attention. That night was a full moon. The light was bright enough to illuminate the surrounding area, without the need for Noel to use his wand.

It did not take long, they also arrived in front of a twin cliff that was shaped like a gate. Seen a road that is wide enough to extend between the two cliffs.

"That's the place" Noel said as soon as they arrived in front of the road between the cliffs.

"Let's end this task soon, and return home soon." Nicaea spoke in a passionate tone.

Suddenly two figures from the shadow of the cliff before them. "Hey, who are you?" ask one of the figures, which surprised Noel and the group. The figure spoke the language of the Azorgians that only Noel could understand.

And as soon as they stepped out of the shadow, it was seen that the two figures were two men Getzja. With long white hair tied up using a green cloth. And it appeared on their faces some murky white lines that were like drawn using ashes from the rest of the firewood.

They wore clothes like hunters' clothes but with dull white leather, wrapped in a striped cloth and green and red squares.

Wearing several colorful bead bracelets on the wrists and feet, and several overlapping necklaces on the neck. It also appears to bear a bow and a leather pouch containing arrows tucked in the right shoulder. And the sword in the scabbard hangs on the left plate. They were the guards of the Azorgia tribe.

"You must be the plotters of the Tomb Plunderers who came here yesterday, right?" One of the Getzja men spoke their own tribal language, without waiting for an answer to the previous question.

"How about now, Noel?" Figor asked in a whisper from behind Noel. The young man did not ask what the Getzja guards had just said, for he did not care.

"We will continue with our plans" Noel replied in a whisper.

"All right then. You guys go first, let me face these guards," Figor said then gave the order.

"Be careful, it looks like there's still a few more up there." Noel signaled towards the top of the cliff using a head gesture to Figor.

"Yes, I also realized it. Don't worry" Figor replied.

"Then we go first. Soon followed," said Noel who immediately ran forward with Nicaea and Gesthal to the road between the two cliffs before them, passing the two Azorgia guards.

"Hey, where are you going? Guards stop them!"

Immediately plunge from the top, two other Getzja who tried to block the steps of Noel and his entourage.

The two Azorgia guards plunged down with their spears toward Noel who ran forward.

But before their spears touched Noel's body, Figor appeared to be in front of the two guards, blocking him while still in the air.

The long sword attached to the back of his iron glove managed to cut off the tip of their spear eyes made of wood.

The two guards had dodged to the side as soon as their spears were cut off. The previous two guards were also chasing Noel and the others, who were still running forward.

Figor performed an acrobatic body spin in midair and landed right in front of the two guards earlier. Obstructed them. "Where are you guys going?" tanya then flicked her red robe back. Now in front of him were four Getzja guards of the Ancient Tombs. "Try to show me the unique magic of the famous Azorgians." And Figor began to dart forward attacking one of the four guards before him with a grin on his face.

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While several other guards were seen chasing Noel, Gesthal, and Nicaea from the top of the cliff while releasing dozens of arrows towards the bottom. Which unfortunately has no effect at all, because the Gesthal has issued a protective magic that surrounds him and his two friends.

"They're annoying as well" said the Gesthal, who seemed to be starting to fuss over maintaining his protective magic while still running.

"Let me handle them." And after saying so, Nicaea made an athletic leap to the cliff wall of the left side of the road, then from his position he continued by jumping into the cliff wall of the right side of the road. And after repeating the two movements once again, it appeared that Nicaea was already on the cliff wall.

And after that we see the fire axe of Nicaea start flying to and fro over the cliff wall, while Noel and Gesthal still keep running forward.

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Shortly thereafter, Noel and the Gesthal arrived in front of a high cliff that had sculptured intricate motifs framing a large wooden gate. Four Getzjas of the Azorgians stood before the gate.

Two men and two women. Wearing clothes that were not much different from the guards in front of the road before. Complete with a picture of gray white stripes on their faces. What sets the four Getzja apart is the weapons they carry.

One of the men was seen carrying a dark-colored wooden stick that had simple carvings along its staff. Then the other one was seen carrying a large black metal sword that he had set on the ground right in front of where he was standing. Both hands were resting on the end of the sword.

One of the women was carrying two swords in a sheath hanging across her back. The other was a girl who was not seen carrying any weapons.

"You must be the comrades of the two Tomb Looters who some time ago tried to infiltrate here, right?" The woman who carried two crossed swords on her back, spoke a language that was understood not only by Noel, but also by the Gesthal. Because the woman spoke a language commonly used in the Elder's middle ground. "Do you have no hatches? Go, before it's too late" he added, warning.

Noel and Gesthal were silent and alert.

"It looks like they're the elite guards who defeated Magna and Mirinda yesterday. Be careful, Gest" Noel whispered from next to the Gesthal.

"What's your plan now?" Gesthal asked as well whispering to Noel.

"I still can't feel the existence of the bracelet. Maybe there's some kind of magic protector installed at that gate to silence its existence." Noel explained.

"So, we need to break in?" cut Gesthal make sure.

"I think it's much better if we're closer" Noel answered Gesthal's questions.

"I wish you'd never said that. Because I don't like dealing with people who have defeated Magna and Mirinda" Gesthal said with a bitter smile.

"I don't like it either. I hope that Nicaea and Figor will defeat those guards soon and come here. Because we need help to deal with them"

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