So, I finally managed to get around to doing this and am going to put forth my full effort this time. I won't give up on my brainchild, and by doing this I'm only improving it.
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Prologue - The Rebirth of a Dragon.
"Legends. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past.
Some stories themselves are forgotten however, failing to leave the memories of those who spoke them before their... untimely demise. One such story is The Tale of The Four Lords. It is an old tale, older than you, I, and both of us. It tells of four immensely powerful Grimm kings, each possessing supernatural abilities, born with fake souls for the sake of ending the world.
The Spider Broodmother of Madness, Loki, had control over water, and using her powers caused her victims to fall to insanity, barely able to comprehend what was happening to their bodies until they were nothing but mindless beasts.
The Crow of Plague, Keres, infected the land with his control over air, creating massive hurricanes carrying disease, each one capable of infecting victims with every symptom imaginable and rendering their plantations unusable.
The Dragon King of War, Ares, plotted from the shadows, creating thousands of infighting conflicts among the kingdoms of man, which weakened the enemies of the Grimm, and empowered the beast at the same time.
Finally and most powerful, The Skeletal Reaper of Death, Hades, every death you have ever seen has empowered this god of gods, with the only exceptions being those killed by the other gods.
However, even the Grimm have conflicts, and none were a better example than these four. You see, the Lords were always fighting each other, as divine law stated that if one were to gather the power of all four, their incomplete soul would become real, and gain the right to meet the one who created Remnant itself.
As of now, they are long past, and nobody, apart from a small few, even remembers their tale."
"Momma, that was kinda scary. Will you tell me a better story tomorrow?"
"Of course, sweety, now, both of you head back to sleep, you have school tomorrow. One last thing, I must go on a mission, and I will be gone for a while. I promise I'll come back as soon as I can, or my name isn't Summer Rose."
Five years prior, in another world...
'So, fucking, boring.'
The seconds on the clock in my 9th grade Biology class slowly tick by. It's only been a little under an hour, but it feels like it's been a week. I just want to leave the endless droning of my teacher, who probably shares the same desire as me. Can't blame him, guy looks like he's depressed, sounds like it too.
"As you can see-" He's thankfully cut off by the bell ringing, half the class halfway out the door before he can say goodbye.
I'm slower to get up, nearly tripping over my bag stuffed with unfinished homework and books. I make it out last, sprinting as fast as the others walk.
I thankfully manage to catch the last streetcar home, and arrive around half an hour later.
I enter the house and am immediately tackled by four feet of brown hair.
"Yay! You're home!" My little sister says, still buried in my chest, which she immediately takes notice of. "Blech! You need a shower!" She says, comically waving her hand in my direction which holding her nose.
"You don't pull your punches." I deadpan at her. "I take it 'She-who' is home?"
"You know she doesn't like you calling her that."
"You really think I care?" I retort with a smirk, to which she shrugs, nodding.
"Well, that's your head on the chopping block. But to answer your question, yes, she is."
I sigh. "Great, just what I love coming back home to."
Entering one of the back rooms, I'm confronted by a nearly sixty year old woman in a t-shirt and leggings.
I ignore what she says, half of it whining and the other half ordering, and proceed to my room right past hers. I drop my bag on the floor, the wood shaking from its weight, and fall down onto my bed.
This is my boring and cruddy life.
I'm sure you have it worse though. Besides, at least it can only go upwards from here.
Right?
A few hours later...
My eyes open up, my chest hurting badly.
"What the hell is going on?" I croak out, the pain beginning to spread as various parts of my body begin to go numb. I cough, and look down to see something red.
'Ah shit.' I mentally curse, my vision starting to blur. Whether from whatever's causing this pain or tears I can't tell.
I finally connect the dots in my head.
'Dammit, dammit, dammit! I had so much I wanted to do! Graduate, get a job, get married, have kids, the whole nine yards! But a fucking heart attack is what kills me!?' I try to crawl over to my phone to call an ambulance, but a sudden rush of pain drops me down to the floor.
'Wherever I end up... I don't want to feel this pain again.'
As my vision begins to fade, a bright light appears at the center, blinding me, and sending searing pain throughout my body as the white turns red. Red like roses.
No... like fire.
Elsewhere...
I manage to scream this time, but I sound... younger, almost like a baby?
"Congratulations Raven, twins. One boy and one girl..."
Upon hearing those words, I try to open my eyes, and find... a hospital room? What the hell?
I shift my vision to the side, and see a woman with red eyes, and long black hair. She takes me into her arms, almost like a mother would.
"I'm your mother." She says in faint surprise to... ME!?
That was the beginning of my new life after death. My name is Lance Grey Branwen, get ready for hell.
Yup, that's right. Lance is now a Branwen. I (and many others) felt the whole Monty Oum thing was too dumb and cliche, so I decided to give him a different and decent backstory this time. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me with them. There is no guarantee I will answer however.
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