Okay so this story is a more to the tune of the series though with a lot more graphic fight scenes I would like some constructive criticism here so please review so that I know where I can improve.
The Black Beasts Prologue
A young Latino about 13 years old looked out at the city he loved as the sun set the ocean appeared to burn but it wasn't the ocean it was the once beautiful city he loved. The boy stared out at the city from his seat on the head of the 30 meter tall statue of Jesus Christ in his language the statue was called Christo Redentor and it was his favorite place to go to think. As he stared out at the city he found himself thinking many different things he thought of his family of his friends of his class mates and teachers but more than any of them he thought about his girlfriend. Is this all my fault? He asked himself as he thought back to the previous nights when he spent hours on end planning to avoid something like this. He looked down at his gloves, they looked to be made from ordinary leather and at one point probably had been but now they were anything but ordinary. His gloves were imbued with magic that was several thousand years old this magic allowed them to sprout five blades each one was a foot long they were called the panthers claw and only he could use them. He felt the leather strap around his throat tighten but knew it was his imagination because it to was enchanted and only responded to him. On command the leather strap would turn into a helmet that looked like a panthers head. He jumped down from his place on the statue and let himself fall. When he was five feet from the ground he placed his feet on the statue and kicked off shedding his downward momentum to avoid breaking his legs. He walked to an area of town where the fire had already been extinguished took off his gloves and collar. He placed them in a plain wooden box along with leather straps made to fit over his shoes he then placed the box on the ground and began to channel his chi into his hand. The box appeared to slid into the ground but really the ground was and illusion created through magic. He rose to his feet and left the area as he was on his way out of the city he heard a voice that was quiet as a ghost yet spoke with the authority of a god. "I have a lot of respect for you so you will be spared this time boy but if you ever return to this or any other city that we control I will not hesitate to have you killed." The boy said nothing but kept on walking. "Do you understand?" Knowing he was being watched all he did was nod the voice disappeared and the boy say something blood red flash several meters away in the sky.
He arrived at the place where he was set to meet his family they were already there "are you ready to go?" his father asked.
"Yes dad I'm ready" the boy said. He turned and took one last look at his former home and his forest green eyes darkened to an emerald color engraving the scene of the city in his memory permanently.