In the world of temporis, it was the year 1000, Ezrah Gale, is a young man, he's working at a fancy restaurant as a waiter, ezrah likes reading books as his past time, specially fantasy novels, one of them was the book titled: "the lost eras", this book's talks about his world's time period.
Temporis, the current era was a mess, the world was full of violence and crimes.
One night on his bedroom, Gale was reading that book, " The lost eras", that night, it was a quiet, and a cold night, Gale's book shone brightly, the light did not blind him.
Gale opened his eyes, after that powerful light, he saw, a familiar place, a city, he stared, eyes widened, he thinked, "This isn't true...", he believed, but then he realized, this isn't his bedroom anymore, it was the year 500, A news paper flew with the strong wind and landed to Gale's hand,the news paper tells that it is the year 500,month 3rd,day 27, Ezrah Gale, found himself in year 500----"the great wind era".
It was afternoon-
"Awk! , Awk!", the sound of crows, the cobblestone streets was covered with people gathering near a small stage with a vintage car at the back of it. It was a street magician , the magician showed different magic trucks such as cards, vanishing objects, and dove magic tricks. Ezrah saw the gathered crowd surrounding near the small wooden platform stage, he saw the magician making everyone believe it was all true,but behind those maguc tricks, there's a hidden lie.
The show ended, the crowd leave after throwing coins to the magician's money jar to show their appropriation. Ezrah came to talk to the magician.
"Sir, can I ask?"
The magician replied, "why? You seemed a little stressed young man."
"Do you have any clue or idea about the great wind era?", Ezrah asked.
" I have no idea young man, but if you need help, ask Noah for answers, he's right there, inside that bar.", he said Suggestively.
Ezrah walked in the bar's door, the crowd inside went quiet, the people who are drinking earlier stopped and slightly looked at the new stranger.
"Who is he?"
"Maybe the great bandit?"
One of the crowd whispered.
I sit next to the counter, "can I have 2 milk please?, warm.", I ordered to the bartenderr.
"Are you new here?", the bar tender asked me.
"Do you have an idea....about time travelling?.....", I said bluntly.
"!!!", the bar tender dropped a plate while washing it.
He grabbed my arm and lead me at the back of the bar, outside his yard. He showed me a clock, a small one, a pocket watch with golden coating from its chains and the clocks circular body.
" This is the Time-saver, it was given to me wat back in year 999...", the bar tender said with a hint of sadness.
"I came from the future as well!, but we're 1 year apart, I was sent here from year 1000,date 4,day 27.", i revealed to the bar tender.
"Really?, then you're the one I was looking for, I thought I will wait for another year...", the bar tender said with relief.
"You need me?", I asked.
"Listen.....we need to save the future no matter what, understand?", the bar tender said to me.
"I know, and I'm willing to help you accomplish that mission.", I said quietly, looking at him in the eye.
"Good," the bartender lit up a lighter and touched it to his cigar.
"I'm Ranger Chromewall. It's nice to work with you..." he said, exhaling a slow trail of smoke, eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing me already.
"Name's Gale Ezrah," I introduced myself with a steady voice. "Looking forward to working with you, Ranger."
The wind outside grew stronger with each passing minute. Ranger and I had no choice but to take refuge inside the bar. He wouldn't let the customers leave either — not until the wind calmed down.
"No need to panic," he said, lighting his cigar again with steady hands. He threw himself onto his chair with a heavy sigh, leaning back as if the storm outside didn't bother him at all. "The wind will pass soon."
Ezrah asked, his voice steady despite the tension.
"This is the Era of the Great Wind, right? How do you know exactly how we can survive that disaster?" I asked Ranger, my eyes fixed on him, waiting for an answer.
Ranger, sighed another trail of cigar smoke, "We have to stop the magical scroll of wind, it supposed to control the city's wind flow, but the magic energy somehow glitches and it made the wind grew stronger instead of calming it."
Ranger sighed, letting out another trail of cigar smoke.
"We have to stop the Magical Scroll of Wind," he said. "It's meant to control the city's wind flow, but the magic's gone unstable. Instead of calming the wind... it's making it grow stronger."
"Do you have a plan?" I asked Ranger.
"First, we head to the mansion," he said. "It's up the hill near the city's northern border, where the leader lives—right at the top of the command center. I'll handle the negotiations with the leader. While I keep them distracted, you'll sneak past the guards and deactivate the Wind Scroll before things get worse."
"But I don't have any weapons... What if there's a fight with the leader's guards?" I asked, concern tightening my voice.
Ranger exhaled a trail of cigar smoke and simply said, "Follow me."
He led me to the back room. At first, it looked like nothing more than a storage area filled with barrels of wine—nothing unusual. But then, Ranger pushed one of the barrels aside, revealing a hidden door tucked behind the wooden stacks.
When he opened it, a hidden armory came into view: ten revolvers, two shotguns, and five muskets neatly lined up on the wall.
"Grab yours. Take whichever you like," Ranger said, loading one of the guns with practiced ease.
I stepped forward and picked up two revolvers, testing their weight before spinning them around my fingers with a grin.
"Let's get this mission started," I said, looking at Ranger.
Ranger gave a small smirk. "Confident, I like that," he said, slinging a musket over his shoulder. "But don't get cocky, kid. One wrong move up there, and it's both our lives on the line."
I nodded, slipping the revolvers into the holsters he handed me. The leather smelled old, but solid.
The wind outside howled louder now, rattling the wooden window frames. Dust blew in through the cracks. The sky had turned a strange color—half gold, half gray.
Ranger glanced toward the door. "We move now, before it gets worse."
We stepped outside. The streets were empty. Paper and leaves whipped through the air, carried by violent gusts.
Ranger lit his cigar again, shielding the flame with his hand. "You sure you're ready for this, Ezrah?"
I gripped the revolvers at my sides and looked up at the darkening sky.
"I have to be," I answered.
Together, we walked northward through the city. The mansion loomed on the hill, its tall spires visible even through the storm.
As we approached, I noticed guards posted along the outer wall—about five men in dark coats, rifles strapped to their backs, their faces hidden beneath caps.
Ranger stopped behind a stack of crates in an alleyway. "Alright, from here we split," he said quietly. "You sneak through the side path. There's an old drainage tunnel, barely anyone uses it. Once you're inside, find the scroll room. It should be marked with silver symbols on the door."
I nodded, heart beating faster now.
"And Ranger," I added, glancing at him, "don't get caught either."
He grinned under his hat. "Don't worry about me, kid. This ain't my first storm."
With that, we split up.
I moved along the wall, keeping low, feeling the cold wind whip against my face. I spotted the drainage tunnel exactly where Ranger said it would be—half-covered in vines, metal bars rusted from age.
Drawing one revolver just in case, I slipped inside, not knowing what waited for me beyond that tunnel.
The mansion wasn't far now. Ranger and I walked through the raging wind, coats flapping against us like flags in a storm. Soon, we stood in front of the tall iron gates of the mansion, their black metal creaking against the wind.
"Be prepared. The enemy is just inside that mansion," Ranger said, voice low but firm.
We pushed the gates open, stepping into the estate. A beautiful garden stretched out before us—white stone paths, trimmed hedges, and a water fountain standing silently in the center. The sight felt strange compared to the chaos outside.
Ranger adjusted his coat, pulling up the collar like a spy in an old film. "I'll handle things from here," he said.
Without wasting a second, he walked straight to the mansion's grand front doors. Two guards posted there glanced at him, but Ranger spoke smoothly, hands in his pockets, distracting them with conversation.
Meanwhile, I moved quietly along the garden path, circling around the mansion. My eyes searched for something—anything—to help me climb.
Near the side wall, I found it: a thick drainage pipe running from the ground up toward the second floor. I grabbed hold of it, pulling myself up slowly, boots scraping against the stone as I climbed.
Inside, Ranger had already made it past the first line of guards. He entered a grand hall lit by hanging lamps, his steps calm and deliberate.
Then he reached the office—the leader's room.
Ranger stepped inside, sitting casually in the chair across from the desk. Behind it sat a tall man in a dark blue uniform with silver embroidery: Mathew, the governor of the city.
Mathew didn't look surprised. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he spoke.
"What brings you here, Ranger?" Mathew's voice was cool, edged with quiet authority. His eyes flickered toward the window for just a moment—no doubt aware of the storm outside.
Ranger exhaled smoke from his cigar, setting it down gently in the ashtray on Mathew's desk. His expression stayed calm, unbothered.
"Business," Ranger said simply, his voice low and steady. "Important business."
Ezrah continued climbing.
I successfully pulled myself onto the first roof of the mansion—about ten feet above the ground. From there, I spotted a stone tower rising from one side of the building, its top connected to the room below through a set of arched windows.
Without wasting time, I kept climbing, using the grappling hook Ranger had given me earlier. The hook latched onto the tower's ledge with a solid clang, and I pulled myself up with steady movements.
Once I reached the top, I paused—eyes widening slightly.
There it was.
A summoning circle, carved directly into the floor of the tower's rooftop. It glowed faintly beneath the storm-lit sky. At the center of it, resting on an old metal stand, was the scroll:
The Wind Scroll.
"Is this it...?" I whispered to myself. Carefully, I stepped closer, kneeling down.
I reached out and gently touched the scroll. It was warm to the touch—like holding something alive. Slowly, I lifted it from its place.
At that exact moment—
Inside Mathew's office, Ranger and Mathew sat across from each other, both keeping their expressions calm. Their conversation sounded smooth, like two old traders discussing business. But they both knew the truth:
This was no real negotiation.
They weren't friends. Just two men who understood the weight of power and how dangerous the other could be.
Mathew leaned back in his chair, a cold smile touching his face.
"Tell me... Ranger," Mathew said slowly, voice lowering. "We both know there are ten guns pointed at you right now, don't we?"
Ranger didn't flinch. He picked up his cigar, tapping off the ash with the same calm as if they were still just talking about wine prices.
"And?" Ranger said, eyes half-closed. "You do know I can escape this so easily."
Smoke curled between them like a silent warning.
Mathew's eyes narrowed slightly—but he didn't give the order. Not yet.
Then, in that exact moment—Ezrah appeared behind Mathew's chair.
Silent as the wind itself.
I was holding the scroll in one hand, and in the other... one of my revolvers, already aimed directly at the back of Mathew's head.
The room fell into complete silence.
For a moment, no one moved. Even Ranger leaned back slightly, his eyes flicking toward me with a faint grin, like this was the move he'd been waiting for.
Mathew didn't turn his head. He simply closed his eyes slowly and exhaled through his nose.
"So... this is checkmate," Mathew said quietly.
"Looks like it," Ranger replied, his voice calm. "Your men have us surrounded. But now... we've got your scroll and your life in our hands."
Both sides frozen—both knowing one wrong move, and everything would collapse.
Mathew spoke calmly, his voice smooth as if he wasn't the one with a revolver pointed at his head.
"Let's make a deal," he said. "Give me the scroll, and we can settle this nice and smoothly. What do you say?"
Ranger exhaled slowly, cigar smoke swirling through the air between them.
"No thank you," Ranger replied, tone sharp now. "Do you even realize the mess you're causing? Do you know what's really going on... back in the present day?"
Mathew's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't answer, but I could tell he wasn't as calm as before.
The truth was, the Great Wind Era wasn't just some random period in history.
It was a turning point.
If the Wind Scroll's magic was left unchecked—if the storm grew any stronger—the government would collapse under the disaster it caused. Entire cities would fall. And in the future, because of that collapse, the next era...
The Era of Corruption.
A time where nothing but violence and lawlessness ruled.
But if we stopped it here—right now—before the scroll's magic pushed the wind past its limit...
The future would change.
That corrupt era wouldn't exist. History would take a different path.
And that was the mission Ranger and I carried.
We weren't just here for ourselves. We were here to rewrite the world's fate.
"What should we do now, Ranger?" I asked, my voice steady but my grip on the revolver tightening.
Ranger glanced at me, eyes calm beneath the brim of his hat.
"Ezrah," he said, flicking ash from his cigar. "What do you think? How can we escape this mess?"
I frowned slightly.
"It's not a trick question," Ranger added, voice low. "Think carefully. We've got the scroll. We've got Mathew right where we want him. But we can't fight all his men head-on."
I looked around the room, then at the wide windows behind Mathew's desk—the storm winds outside blowing so hard now the glass rattled.
Then it hit me.
"The storm..." I said quietly. "We can use it."
Ranger's grin returned, subtle but there.
"Exactly," he said. "Let the storm cover our exit."
Mathew laughed suddenly, the sound sharp against the tension in the room.
"Seriously?! Right here?!" he said, voice rising slightly. "Isn't that crazy?! Do you even understand how many lives it'll take if you unleash that storm on a single piece of paper?!"
His eyes flicked to the scroll in my hand, face tightening with a mix of anger and disbelief.
I kept my revolver steady, gaze locked on him.
"We know..." I said firmly. "But as long as it's for your death—if that's the price—we have no choice."
Mathew's smile vanished. The room fell into silence again, the storm outside growing louder, almost as if the sky itself was waiting for someone to make the next move.
The barrel of my revolver stayed steady, pointed directly at Mathew's head.
"But..." I said, voice calm now, "I'm not crazy enough to unleash a full storm."
I held up the scroll slightly, fingers tightening around it.
"I'll use that power as my bullet instead."
A faint glow pulsed from the scroll in my hand, like the wind's magic was waiting for my command.
Ranger, still sitting casually with his cigar between his fingers, gave a dry smirk.
"Just make sure not to hit me as well, Ezrah," Ranger said, flicking ash onto the desk.
I gave him the smallest grin.
"No promises."
With a steady breath, I pulled the trigger.
But instead of a normal gunshot—
The revolver lit up with swirling wind. A sharp, compressed gust fired from the barrel like a bullet wrapped in stormlight.
CRACK—!
The air split as the wind-bullet flew straight past Mathew's cheek, slicing a clean line through his desk and blowing open the window behind him.
Papers scattered. The storm outside roared louder as cold wind rushed into the room.
Mathew didn't move, but I saw sweat on his temple now.
"I missed on purpose," I said quietly, lowering my revolver. "That was your last warning."
Ranger stood up now, brushing ash from his coat sleeve.
"Time to leave," he said, looking over his shoulder at me.
We both moved fast.
With the window shattered, the storm's power covering our tracks, Ranger leapt through first—coat flapping like a shadow in the wind. I followed right after, gripping the scroll tightly in my hand as I jumped into the roaring sky.
Behind us, Mathew's voice echoed faintly:
"This isn't over...!"
But it already was. For now.
We fell into the storm, both of us landing on the mansion's roof and rolling to our feet. The city lights below flickered as the wind howled across Temporis.
"Ezrah," Ranger said beside me, his voice steady even in the chaos. "You did good."
I tightened my grip on the scroll, staring into the storm-filled sky.
And in that moment, I knew:
The future had already started to change.
As Ranger and I disappeared into the storm, blending into the roaring wind, Mathew didn't give chase.
He stood by the broken window, coat flapping behind him, his face unreadable.
His men gathered around him seconds later—ten guards, all with rifles ready.
But Mathew raised a hand, stopping them.
"Let them go," he said coldly. "For now."
He turned away from the window, voice dropping low.
"This fight is far from over."
And with that, Mathew and his men vanished into the storm's shadow—escaping freely.
But I knew deep down...
That wasn't the last time we'd see them.
Not in this era. Not in the next.
As we stepped off the mansion's roof and disappeared into the darkened city streets, Ranger pulled out his pocket watch—the Time-Saver.
The golden casing glowed faintly in his hand, the clock hands spinning backward on their own.
A quiet chime echoed from it.
"That's the signal..." Ranger said, eyes focused on the watch. "Our mission here is done."
I looked at the Wind Scroll still in my hand. It felt lighter now, as if its power had been sealed.
"So... we're moving on to the next era?" I asked.
Ranger gave a small nod.
"Yeah... The Dark Era."
The sky above Temporis cracked with one final roar of wind before everything around us began to blur. The city lights stretched into streaks of color, and the ground beneath our feet felt like it was slipping away.
The Time-Saver's glow grew stronger—brighter than ever.
And then—
We vanished, leaving the Great Wind Era behind.