I've had this idea for a few months now. Dormant within my mind this story waited until the perfect opportunity to burst forth. I was planning on just making this as my first project in RPGMaker2003, but I felt I should write it too. Honestly I thought this up because for months now I have been feeling EXTREMELY paranoid. So paranoid that I can feel you as you walk around me. I don't mean literally feel you as in touching, but as in a sense. Have you ever felt when someone holds something near your head and you could feel that it was close? That's how it feels when someone is within 5ft of me. Well that's all I have to say really. Hope you enjoy this.


Chapter 1: How I became Myself

Name's Shaun, I was a normal human being just like you, went to public school, had a few friends, and even parents. I was always different though, I never acted the same as everyone around me. I was on the other side of the new gen, the rock music and anime side. Many of my friends found it odd since I'm black and don't really like hip hop and rap much. You heard me I'm black and am not trying to be a fucking follower of the music I listen to. I talk an educated slang, I know how to use my words right. A lot of people called me lame for being this way, you are who you are. I was always picked on in school and never traveled in a group. I was always alone, never liked to work in groups, never walked home with my friends, never had any backup. It was always me alone. My face shows no emotion, whether I'm happy, mad, upset, or even crying. The only time you'll ever see a smile on my face is if I laugh. People called me emo because of this, I never understood why. How can I be something that I never show? It doesn't make any sense. Sure I act as if I am ready to commit suicide, but that's only because I prefer to be left alone and most people avoid the emo kid. The few people who have actually tried to help my so called 'emoness' are my only friends as they have actually gotten to know me. They know I'm not truly emo or even anywhere near that. The way I really am? I'm actually a pretty nice guy, I'll always take my time to help you, which is pretty odd because I hate to work with others. I'll never leave someone behind, whether they are my enemy or my ally. I value your life over mine and would gladly risk mine to save yours. I am brave, I never back down no matter how scared I am. I even take unnecessary risks, like one time when I was being robbed. On my way home from the mall, some random guy had ran up to me, put a gun to my head, and told me to give him everything I had. I told him "Go ahead and shoot, I'm not scared of a little gun." I almost shit myself while I said this. He kept threatening to shoot but never did. So I continued walking home and he gave up. To this day I never understood why people always give in to fear. Fear is only a state of mind, yeah you feel it and it can be REALLY bad, but the only thing hindering you from doing what you want is yourself. Another thing my friends found odd about me was that when they asked me what I thought my element would be, I told them I am light. All of them chose darkness. That's another thing I don't understand, why does everyone want to be all dark and emo and evil? I personally hate that about those people. "Why do you have to be the villain? Why do you have to be all dark and held up inside of yourself? Furthermore why do you want to be destruction when you can be origin?" I would ask those questions to anyone who chose darkness as their element. And their response would always be "How can you be light of you aren't even religious?" I'm not religious, I refuse to say why I am not for reasons of avoiding an argument and hatred.

That was all in the past. My life wasn't exactly torn from me, I had a choice, one that I regret to this very day. Have you ever read old mythology books and wondered, where did they get the idea of magic and why can't we use it? well it's all true. The creatures, the magic, even the gods, BUT the gods are not as they are shown in pictures. What are they? Well, have you ever read a book about Flammies? Have you ever heard the legend of two humans and a sprite killing a so called mana beast and saving the world? You have? Then you should know that the legends state that the Flammie race is extinct in our world. Well they are. What? You thought I was gonna say the legends were wrong? No legends are never wrong, myths however are sometimes, but this isn't a myth. You know what, let me just tell you how I learned all this.

It was January 11, 2009 my 17th birthday. No one from my family except for my brother had shown up for my birthday. My friends came, but at this time they had already left. It was 11:00pm on Sunday, which meant school tomorrow.

"I hate my birthday, it works just like the leap year." It really does work like that, if you don't believe me look at a calender.

"You should be happy you lived to see another year. Some don't live to see even one whole year."

"Well I'm not them am I? Unlike you and everyone else I know, my birthday is on a weekday for four years in a row."

"Can't you be happy at least one day of the year?"

"NO! Not only does my birth come on the weekend once ever four years, it's ALWAYS the day EVERYONE has to be at work for something urgent."

"That's just convenient."

"So it's a coincidence that uncle Markus had to be at a meeting?"

"Yeah," I cut him off.

"AT, the company's factory he competes with?!"

"Well...uh" My brother was clearly trying to come up with a lie of some sort.

"What about auntie Dorthea?!" Yelling makes everything better.

"She..." I cut him off again.

"SHE, was promoted to a job of the company SHE OWNED!! HOW CAN YOU BE PROMOTED TO A HIGHER RANK WHEN YOU'RE THE FREAKIN BOSS OF THE ENTIRE ORGANIZATION?! AND WHAT ABOUT MOM AND DAD?!" Yelling really gets the point through.

"Mom had Andre that time!"

"SHE HAD HIM AT A FUCKING RESTAURANT?! ANDRE WAS BORN ON THE 31st OF JULY!!" I think the idea of how my life was during this time has been clearly stated.

"ALRIGHT! So we avoid you. Ain't nothin to be getting pissed off about."

"BRIAN, DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ISOLATED FROM YOUR OWN FUCKING FAMILY?!"

"How wouldn't I? I was the bad-ass of the family. You think I wasn't isolated?" I love how his question was so very untrue.

"EVERYONE LOVED YOU!! IT WAS ALWAYS ABOUT YOU AND ANDRE!! WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO SHAUN?! I'M PART OF THIS FAMILY TOO!!"

"It was never about us! All mom and dad ever cared about was themselves." I pointed to the PS3 and Xbox360 by that our parents bought for him. "They've bought you nice things too."

"You know what, I'm done here. Shut the hell up and leave me alone. I'm going to bed." I normally don't curse much, unless I'm really angry or the word is appropriate for the situation.

My brother was 19 and had already moved out. I lived at home with careless mom and dad and my little brother Andre. I have an older sister who is a doctor and would have come, but she had to preform surgery. How did I know? Because I saw the person myself.

Long story short, I was a neglected kid in the family. Normally went unnoticed so I was able to get away with a lot of things, like stealing from my dad's wallet or mom's purse. Back to the explanation to how I became what I am now.

I left my brother to pack up his stuff and go. I was tired of seeing or even hearing about my family. For months now I've wished I could just leave and do whatever I wanted. Go on some quest, save the world, anything. Just as long as I wasn't with them. I flopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling.

Why am I the unlucky one? How come everyone else has families who love them? Is this some sort of curse? Bad karma from a previous life? I don't deserve this! I hate my life, why can't I be normal like everyone else? Is my life a joke? Just some petty entertainment for whatever the hell is up there? Fucking assholes.

"One day...do you hear me? I will make you suffer for giving me a fucked up life. DO YOU HEAR ME!" I have got to stop talking to my imagination.

So I'm a little messed up in the head, you would be too if you were neglected. Piss off it's not my fault that my life was this way. To be honest, ever since we moved out here I felt like I was being watched.

As always, I felt someone else's presence nearby. Normally I just believed this feeling was my paranoia. Something wasn't right this time though. Something was in my backyard, I knew it. I tossed on my jacket and ran back to the front door just as my brother left out. I ran out the door and ran into the backyard, I know he heard me because I heard his footsteps behind me.

"SHAUN!" I ignored him and ran into the backyard. There was nothing there. I carefully looked around, and so nothing out of the ordinary. "Shaun what are you doing?" My brother asked me. I noticed he still had his bag with him.

"Something is back here...I know it." He looked at me as if I was crazy. I am...somewhat, but something was back here, I'm sure of it.

"Now all of a sudden you scared that something is in the backyard?" He asked.

"I know something is back here. I can feel it."

"We all know you have a paranoia problem. If it makes you feel better I'll stay here then."

"How is that going to make me feel better?"

"It's not, I'm just felt like beating RE5."

"...Fine." I was still pissed at him, but I wasn't going to pass up playing RE5.

About 30 minutes into the game, there was wind blowing hard against the house. Wind doesn't get that rough out here in Michigan. I paused the game and listened.

"Why'd you pause it?" My brother asked, I shushed him and listened to the wind. It was blowing pretty hard and in sequence, as if someone was turning a large industrial fan on and off. There was a quiet thump and the wind stopped blowing. I ran into my room and lifted my mattress. It was still there, my handgun. Never thought I'd ever use it or even touch it again before school was over. I looked back and saw Brian hadn't followed me to my room. I ran full speed outside and saw him heading towards the backyard. What the hell was he doing? We both knew something was back there, something big. Well whatever it was, it was really skilled at hiding. I saw nothing when I got back there, aside from my brother scanning the area. I walked up to him.

"Okay that's enough RE5, you should get going." I told him.

"And leave you here with whatever the hell that was?" So nice that he cares. At least he does. I turned and froze in place. My brother had begun walking back to the front, he hadn't noticed what was on the ground under him. A huge shadow, of something and it was getting larger. I grabbed his arm and dived back, dragging him to the ground with me. Just as I did that something huge crashed into the ground. We looked up at whatever it was that fell to the ground. I have never seen such a thing in my entire life, although the figure was somewhat familiar. The beast had to have been at least 10ft tall, and that's on all fours, then again I'm bad with measurements on sight so give or take a few feet. I looked it in the eye, those large blood red orbs. So terrifying...so very terrifying.

"Sh-Shaun?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Is...is this real?"

"I...I don't know." I tried to stand despite my legs' being weak from fear. If this thing was going to strike, I'll have to be ready.

"Are you the one?" I heard a demonic voice, from somewhere.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Are you the one?" The same voice asked. Was it coming from this...creature?

"The...one?" I asked. Put my hand on the trigger of my gun. I don't know what's going on or what this thing is and why it looks familiar.

"Are you the offspring of human and Flammie?" Okay I've confirmed that this creature was talking to me. But what the hell was a Flammie and why does it sound so familiar?

"I don't know what you're talking about. What is this, Flammie?" I asked.

"Who are you talking to?" I hadn't noticed Brian standing right at my side.

"You don't hear the voice?"

"What voice?" Okay so this thing was talking telepathically to me.

"Answer me if you do not wish to die." Oh great, now my life is on the line. I pulled on the trigger slightly and prepared to fire.

"How am I supposed to answer if I don't know what a Flammie is?" I asked. The creature let off an eerie glow, revealing blackish purple fur, a red underside and hair off the head, and purple wings fading into red. I now remembered what a Flammie was, a legendary and very powerful dragon race. They hold several magical qualities and used to be a peaceful race living along side humans. Their fur may look and feel soft, don't be fooled. It's harder than diamond, and their hide is said to be even stronger. There is only one thing strong enough to pierce it, the sword of mana. Neither of them were real, at least we thought they weren't. If Flammies are real then so must the sword be.

"Shaun, is that...a Flammie?!" I see he's been reading his books. I ignored him. I also didn't answer the Flammie's question.

"I'll ask you one last time, are you the offspring of human and Flammie? Answer me if you value your life."

"I'm a human as you can clearly see. I have nothing in common with you." I answered. The Flammie stepped towards us. An evil grin etched across its face, a hungry look in its eye. It was going to attack. "Brian we should run..."

"Where? He's blocking the only exit and jumping the fence might take too long." That ruled out one escape route. We slowly walked backwards, watching his every move. At this rate we'll be backed against the fence. In a split second I aimed and fired at his eye, the bullet was deflected and had no effect. I fired the entire clip at him, none of it did anything.

"Shit...that was a waste. What do we do now?" I asked Brian.

"How am I supposed to know? I ain't never had to deal with something like this before." We were backed up against the fence now. The Flammie rose his foreleg.

"I was going to kill you both regardless if you were the offspring." He swung, I dropped and laid flat on the ground just barely dodging the swipe, but Brian didn't. He was hit and knocked all the way into and through the fence to our left.

"BRIAN!!" I wasn't sure if he was even still alive. After a hit like that something had to be broken. Instead of paying attention to Brian I should have been paying attention to the Flammie as it had just slammed its forepaw down on me. It felt like being smashed by a hundred ton weight. To make things worse Flammies actually have thumbs on their forepaws, I felt like a toy being played with by a young child. Lifted high over his head, I could actually see over my house. Then he slammed me into the ground, what confuses me is why that didn't kill me just now. That should have splattered me all over the dirt and grass. Yeah it hurt like hell, but it didn't even knock me unconscious.

"You are the offspring. No human would have survived that." I'm...one of them? But my parents...wait it all makes sense. Why they all avoided me, they were afraid of me! Well I'm still going to die anyway. Nice to know why I was avoided by my family though. He lifted me and stared right into my eyes. His grin stretched into a demonic smile. A normal person would have a heart attack if they saw this. I was actually frozen in fear, not that I could move anyway, me being in his grasp in all. Then with both paws, he began to squeeze. What is with all these giant behemoths and titans, crushing their victims like this. I couldn't even scream out in pain since I hadn't even been given time to breathe after being slammed. I heard a car engine, and the fence being destroyed. Brian drove his car into the back of the Flammie, knocking me out of his grasp and over the fence behind me.

"DON'T YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HURTING MY LITTLE BROTHER!!" He yelled. There were several loud gunshots and a roar. Had he managed to hurt him or did he just piss him off? I struggled to my feet, my chest was in serious pain right now. I hoped there was nothing broken. I managed to get to my feet only to be hit to the side by the Flammie's tail swinging as he turned, destroying that part of the fence in progress.

"Damn it..." I was kind of fading out of consciousness. "Not...now...Brian...needs me." I fought as much as I could to stay awake. I heard him scream out in pain and a loud crash along with something collapsing. I jumped to my feet, but almost fell due to the massive daze. I looked up and saw Brian at the other side of the yard trying to stand, he's still alive but for how long? After shaking of the daze I ran at the Flammie and climbed up his back and onto his head. I tried punching his eye, didn't work like I planned. Punching his eye felt like punching some sort of giant gem. He didn't even blink! Ignoring the pain from hitting his eye, I kept trying into he grabbed and threw me away into the fence which I crashed through and hit the neighbors tool shed.

"SHAUN NO!!" Brian yelled before being thrown the same way. He was out and maybe badly hurt. I was fighting to stay awake.

"Damn it...it hurts..." It was becoming harder to move. My vision was becoming obscured, sound fading. I managed to roll onto my back and look at the starry sky. To think this is the last thing I'll see before I die. The beautiful night sky. One of the stars sparkled brightly and grew larger. Something was falling, but what? It landed right next to me in the ground. Sitting right there, the sword, the blade of legend. I was given a chance at surviving and this blade is it. Mustering all of my strength I struggled to my feet. I barely made it and had to use the sword as support. I spit out some blood as I made it to my feet. I pulled the sword from the ground, it shone a beautiful white light. The power within this blade was amazing, I could feel it coursing through my body while just holding it! I felt like I could do anything!

"It...It cannot be! Why has the blade chosen YOU?! A FLAMMIE CANNOT WIELD THE MANA SWORD!!" I was well aware of that, but apparently my human side allowed such a thing to happen. He charged at me and I did the same. As I closed in he prepared to strike, just as he swung I blocked, didn't work well. I wasn't sent flying or even off my feet, but I was pushed back some and off balance. As soon as I regained my footing, I ran forward and readied the sword. I waited for him to attack, when he did I swung back. Amazingly I knocked him back which left him open. Taking this opportunity, I jumped forward and jabbed the sword through his chest. I know I didn't hit anything vital so I pulled the sword out and backed up. As he was bent over clenching his chest in pain, I jumped and brought the sword down on his head, slicing it in half. He fell to the ground and slowly disintegrated. Great now how do I explain this to everyone?

I glanced back at Brian. He was still out, alive but out. If that Flammie was sent here to kill me, who knows how many more there really are. How am I supposed to fight a whole army? How am I supposed to fight a whole army of super beings? I need to know more, but how?

Shaun is based entirely off of myself same thoughts, same attitude, same act. Brian might become a major character, but I'm still not sure. Shaun's past? Well he'll get around to explaining that soon.

I hope you liked this.

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