~Fayz: Resurrection~
Prologue
The bitter winds stung Aidan's cheeks as he ran for his life. Of course, wind was a rare thing in the Fayz. Why it was here now was anyone's guess. He was barefooted on the deserted beach. Although the beach was one of his favorite places to be, Aidan didn't feel like relaxing. He had to get away from…it.
How could he describe the monstrosity that was chasing him? No, chasing was the wrong word. No matter how fast or far Aidan ran, the thing seemed to just walk and catch up, like it was a joke to him.
Staring down at the ground, Aidan realized that the ground was moving backwards like a treadmill he couldn't keep up with. The faster he ran, the farther backwards he went…the closer he got to the creature. He stopped to catch a gasping breath, but it took too long. The beast caught up to him, but now Aidan could notice more features. Features he could describe now.
Aidan gasped as he saw that this monster was a normal human like him. Dark dusty hair hung in scraggy portions over his face. A blood-stained, tattered shirt hung from his shoulders. A grimace appeared to have been permanently imprinted onto his mouth. The eyes were the worst.
Aidan had heard that the eyes were a window into the soul. If so, this boy's heart had been dumped in tar, beaten to a swollen pulp, and ripped to shreds beyond repair. His toxic green eyes pretty much screamed "evil". But the worse was the writhing whip he held in his…No. Aidan stared in horror at the fleshy whip that WAS his hand.
"Fayz: Beginnings. Page 18," the monster said in a whisper nearly inaudible to him. Aidan held his hands up in defense as the whip hand was raised, the boy still smirking uncontrollably. The monster picked Aidan up by the collar of his shirt and whispered in a voice unlike anything he'd ever heard: The Legion…It's coming…
The boy tossed him to the ground and released the whip like a flash of lightning. Just as it made contact, there was a flash of light and suddenly, Aidan was sitting up in his sweat-soaked bed, panting.
A dream, that was all it was, Aidan thought. "No," he said aloud to no one. "It couldn't have been…" There was one thing he had to check first. Aidan jumped from the bed and rushed downstairs, ignoring his pregnant mother's "good-mornings". He ran straight for the crudely made bookshelf resting against the wall in the main room. His fingers thumped over several book covers until he found the right one: a thick leather-bound book with the wordsFayz: Beginnings embroidered across the front.
Pages flew past his fingers as he scanned the page numbers, stopping on 18. Smack in the center of the page was a painting of a disheveled, smirking 15-year old boy; a boy Aidan had never before seen. No, that was a lie. He'd just seen him moments ago in his dream, yet this was the first time he'd seen the boy. His eyes darted to the caption resting below the picture and it made him gasp. It read: Drake Merwin (Whip Hand).