THE LOST CHRONICLES

CHAPTER I

Aftermath

It was a small, damp, stenched imprisonment, as Blue Fox laid cold on the hard stone floor. He wore baggy, torn pants, and his flesh was covered in open wounds, as streams of blood made their way across his spine. Light suddenly shone on his face as two guards opened his cell and dragged him across the halls. He was soon brought to a room, but his eyes blurred all he could see, and he was surrounded by a blanket of darkness. As he looked up, he could see a figure of a man. The man's mouth seemed to move, however no words reached Blue Fox's ears. But he shook his head, with a deep glare. The center of his eyes shone a dark flame, englufing his view. The guards forced him to the floor, kneeling down, with his wrists bound by chains behind his back. The guard lifted his sword, and Blue Fox shut his eyes, as the crimson blood tainted blade fell…

Blue Fox's eyes open, and his body shot up. It was another dream, the same dream that haunted him for a month, but he had no clue as to what it meant. He looked around his dark, sun-ridden home and sighted, thinking…

All washed up…can it really be that's all I've made of myself? "The Great Blue Fox" they used to call me…But its true what they say, no matter what you have done for them, eventually they will hate you…It's been a year or two since the Shinek Relic campaign…Now look at me, a hasbeen…Maybe I made the right decision destroying the relic then…but they didn't think so…I've lost two of my closest allies, and I only have one friend left in this world…Her name is Kori Kaze, but to us she goes by Ice Wind…

Blue Fox laid silent in his small, dark home. On his wall were his bow, quiver, and a broad sword. Each were quite unique. The bow had sharp, metal ends, as well as a dark metallic center, where the arrow would be drawn back from the tight string. The sword's hilt had a dark violet wrapping, and the blade very sharp and lethal. Across the blade were markings, bumps that formed what looked like a dark storm. The quiver was the same way, but the bumps were inscribed in.

Blue Fox was unlike other warriors, for he could wield the powerful element of darkness. This made him an even deadlier foe, but even without this power he was very skillful in the art of battle. In fact, he was among the most skilled archers in China, only to be matched by some old man who called himself Huang Zhong, who was said to have the ability to hit 100 out of 100 targets. Still, Blue Fox was an incredible archer and a mark swordsman, especially with his custom blade, "The Reaper." But his home, however, was very beat up. It was the size of a small bedroom, with a shattered window. It brought very little light, but he did not mind. The people who remembered him grew to hate him, and threw trash through it, but he ignored it. The people thought he could no longer defend himself, much less fight. He did not bother to prove he still could, but he often dreamed of returning to the battlefield. He missed the thrill of battle, the adrenaline, the power. But due to his past, he feared loss. He could not afford to lose anyone he cared about. It was for this reason,in battle, he never left his friends behind. He could never forgive himself for doing so.

Blue Fox stared at the ceiling. He drifted into another reverie, of his expieriences in battle. The dream vanished as a knock on the door. He tried to ignore it, thinking it would be another mob.

"Aoi, please talk to me…you've been hiding in there for so long…" Said a familiar voice.

Blue Fox recognized the voice, and stood up, his hair was naturally white, and reached down to his shoulders, for it had not been cut for so long. He had tan skin, and the skin between his wrists and elbows were wrapped in grey cloths, as well as the skin between his knees and ankles. He had dark violet eyes, resembling the darkness of the night sky. He wore a black shirt and black pants, with a dark violet sash around his waist.

He opened the door, it was a stunningly beautiful woman with brown hair reaching her shoulders. She was 5'7", and she wore a sleeveless silver dress, matching her icy blue eyes. To the public she was Ice Wind, to her friends she was Kori Kaze. She was his last friend, for the other two, just as the townspeople, grew to hate him, but only because he destroyed the damned relic that tainted their minds.

"Please, come out Aoi…" she said.

Blue Fox begun shutting the door, but she stopped him before he could.

"Please…take a walk with me." She begged.

They walked across the the bridge, overviewing a beautiful river, surrounded by the beautiful trees of the surrounding forest.

"Have you come to tell me you hate me too?" said Blue Fox.

"No…I'm worried about you…you just stay in your small home and stare at the ceiling all day while people throw things at you…this has to stop" said Ice Wind.

"How I live my life is not your concern"

"But like this…is it really worth living?"

Blue Fox stopped, and looked at her for a moment.

"Not a day gone by I have not asked myself the same question. Until next time, Kori…" he said, as he walked back to his home.

"Please be safe, Aoi…" she whispered to herself.