(Please note that the story will switch between 1st person and 3rd person, / means 1st, / means 3rd)

Chapter 1: Obvious Beginning to the Road of Devastation

"Maybe trust is all but the truth."

- Me rambling to myself

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I awoke once the sunlight peered through my bedroom window. I could feel the chill, both the real and the feeling. I rushed out of bed and went to check on the bag I had packed the night before.

"Good, everything is still there." I thought to myself. The citizens were finally growing suspicious of my being here. I wonder if anyone rated me out...no. The only people who knew my secret were my most trusted my most trusted friends. Hell, I'm sure that Ian had found out way before I trusted him enough to tell him myself. I guess that's what happens when you're out on the street with you unconscious sister in your arms and the only person that seems to care is a guy wearing white, full body tights, a puppy hat, and a handlebar mustache...I still haven't been able to ask him why he wears that. Hell, to say the truth I'm probably just scared of what his response to my asking would be.

"Come on David you have to stop rambling to yourself, the guild's waiting for you at the Free Market." I quickly put on my favorite black hooded sweatshirt and with dark purple undershirt, pulled up my purple punk pants, and strapped on my Black Air H sneakers. I took one last look at my apartment.

"I can't believe that its only been a year...it feels like a lifetime." I said to myself.

I shrugged off the feelings and closed the door. I pulled out the Tele-Rock out of my pants pocket and used it to instantly transport to the meeting place.

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"Where the hell is he!" exclaimed Melissa. "He should have been here ten minutes ago!"

Ian proceeded to roll his eyes and sighed, showing her that his interest level on the young fox's whining was at zero. He saw that Lissa had her trademarked denim sweater and jeans on. How were they trademarked you ask? She sewed on the inside of the hood and the bottom of her jeans a fox tail. Ian shrugged off his thoughts and in place thought of what had happened the night before. He and the young fox's older brother had seen what she was capable of doing when David had told her of his leaving. Even thinking of the ordeal now sends chills down his spine. What bothered him the most was the strange aura that she was emitting through her rampage. He could tell that she possessed a hidden strength that if she were able to unlock it, she would one day even surpass the power that of her brother. Lucky for him, David had just appeared before he could continue to dwell on the idea.

"Sup Ian, how's it going little sis?" asked David.

"Don't you "little sis" me!" exclaimed Melissa, "Why are you leaving!?"

"All in due time," replied David, "as soon as the rest of the members are here, I will explain everything."

"That shouldn't take too long," Ian began, "the only person missing now would be your "rose."

"What about JP and Zeph?" asked David. The older of the siblings hadn't seen them in the short amount of time that he had arrived.

"I don't know about our good protegé Zephereafe, but I'm over here."

David turned towards the all too familiar voice and saw the shadow come forward into the light.

"How's it going?" asked JP.

David looked at his best friend. The trouble that the two of them had gotten into over and over again would be too many for a flashback to contain. He would never forget how they met. During the "Great Lubriderm Fire of 2057" incident, JP was the one that hid David from the 'Admins' and stopped David from overloading on himself. David thanked him for saving him from turning into a smoldering pile of ash on the floor and said that to repay him, he would give JP some of his rare power elixirs. It was on the ship ride back to Victoria Island that the two bonded so greatly, that if you had never met them before, you would believe that just by glance that they were brothers. And brothers they became. David stopped himself from reminiscing any further and noticed that JP had his classical look on. Black hooded sweatshirt with red undershirt, light blue ripped jeans, and his Blue Air H sneakers.

"Well that takes care of you," said David, " but what abo-"

David wasn't given the time to finish his question as smoke had instantly risen from what everyone could tell was one of Zeph's smoke bombs. David used his pyrokinesis to melt the throwing knives that he had detected being thrown and then proceeded to use his staff to send a gust of wind through the area, clearing up the smoke. Atop Ian's head was the guild's newest and favorite ninja, Zepherafe. He had his trademarked checkered, long sleeve shirt and his vintage purple jeans on, as well as what he loved to refer to as his "ninja" sandals. Ian couldn't bear the surprise extra weight on top of him and collapsed, leaving the young ninja to fall on his back still sitting criss-cross applesauce.

"Well that was a fun little experience." Zeph said in a carefree tone.

"Good to see you as well Zeph," replied David, " maybe in another five hundred years you'll be able to actually land a hit on me."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," the ninja replied back, still sounding carefree, "I think that the time is ju-"

Zeph didn't get the time to finish either. He watched , flabbergasted, as David proceeded to back-side kick one of his many blood clones. David then continued to destroy the rest of the copies, showing the least bit of effort possible. After watching the display of prowess that his elder contained, everyone could see, Zeph was impressed. Everyone else was already used to David's show-off style , as they liked to call it. Once David had beat down the last of the copies, he walked up to Zeph.

"Seems I was wrong," David told Zeph, "you're five-hundred years to early to even try."

It was at that moment that David heard rustling in the bushes closest to the entrance. Had they been discovered/?

"Who's there?" demanded David.

"Who do you think?"

*This is my first story so I would like it if everyone could review what you liked, hated, think I need to work *on and all that good stuff. No flamers blah, blah, blah. I promise you that the next chapter will be longer.* *Thank you very much for reading, Visandre is out~*

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