(Author's note- Hey guys this is my first story so please comments are welcomed! Hope you enjoy!)
It was dark. The soldiers stood in the dark forest cowering in fear for their lives. They were in their territory now. They knew they were going to die, without a doubt in their mind. It was now only a matter of time. They knew that they could smell their sweat as it trickles down their faces. They also knew that they could hear when it fell to the forest floor. They could also hear their heartbeats as their pulses increased, thumping so loudly, that the soldiers thought their hearts were going to explode. No one dared spoke a word. They didn't even dare to breathe normally, instead taking short sporadic breaths as though that will help their situation. Then it happened before the soldier's could realize the situation. There they stood. At first all they saw were the shadows of dark towering figures. The humans called them bloodsuckers, but they preferred to be called vampires. Then they heard growling near their feet and knew that these were the last few moments of their lives. The growling came from an ancient tribe of humans who were blessed with the ability of being able to transform they're bodies into creatures that were brethren to the wolves, thus giving them the name werewolves. Creatures of unholy origin now surrounded the soldiers. Then without warning the monsters struck. Their kills were quick and many, with blood splattering and drenching everything near the monsters radius of death. As soon as they appeared, they vanished without a trace. As usual they left one human alive to tell the tale of the death and misery. This is how a battle always ended with the death and destruction of the humans. This lasted for about nine to eight decades to the humans during The Century War. That is, until that fortunate day when the hero, Damien Elmdor, had found a solution. The humans called it the Holy Darkness. It was a 6-foot long crystal claymore that gave an unusual patina in the light and darkness. This claymore was the answer to the human's salvation. It gave the wielder the supernatural abilities of both vampire and werewolf, thus giving the humans a chance at survival. The blade appalled the monsters, causing them to blame each other for the mistake of allowing the humans to get such a mighty weapon. Their bickering then amplified to fighting between each other causing the monsters to dwindle down to almost nothing. Then about another decade later the humans arose from the ashes like a phoenix, and declared victory over the werewolves and vampires. The humans rejoiced by crowning, Damien Elmdor, king of the powerful and almighty country of Ivalice. Peace ruled over Ivalice for twenty-five years. Then on a on an unfortunate and uncertain night something incomprehensible happened that changed the country of Ivalice forever. The humans call it the "evil plague". It caused the great king Damien to become nothing but a vessel for the most evil and atrocious being ever known to man. The great king has now become an evil tyrant that put Ivalice into a country known for its chaos and disorder. To make sure of this, the evil tyrant sent out minions to destroy any human, vampire and werewolf who dares not becomes a loyal servant for life. Now, decades later still in Ivalice the country is still being ruled by chaos and fear. This now brings us to our hero of our story. He goes by the name of Iso Unamari. And he wants revenge.