Chapter 1
NIX
Nix examined herself in a broken mirror ignoring the grime that streaked her skin, use to its constant presents. Her eyes traced a small cut down her somewhat square jaw. She locked her ember colored eyes and saw a stray white strand hanging from her crimson striped hair. She grabbed it and stuck it back into her ever present ponytail, and felt the small red phoenix emblazoned on her breast pocket for luck. She raised her boot and flung the door open with a solid thud.
Rubble lay in piles along crumbling road, but they had all been pick dry. She now had to go farther afield to find anything useful. She touched the shield on her upper arm, and set off in a random direction. She scrambled onto a pile of rubble and paused to look around. Her house, the only building for miles, stood on the town square. Around that was a rubble field that extended for miles. She turned and continued onward scrambling over pile after pile and occasionally consulting a small scrap of paper. Finally, she stopped and bent down, grabbed a piece of old concrete and set into a rhythm she knew well.
The day had been fruitless, nothing was to be found where she labored. The walk home was long and her stomach grumbled, so she stepped into the forest. She wandered for a while and kept her eye open for anything edible. The sun was low on the horizon when she stumbled into a small clearing. A short sword glinted merrily out of a pile of small stones 'Perfect scrap!' She thought excitedly, and reached out to take the blade. The rustle of grass made her turn on her heels. A spear whistled towards her chest! She drove her shoulder into the blow and the jab bounce off. A man in black jeans and a shirt faced her. On the front of his shirt a howling wolf outlined by a full moon blared out. He stood almost four inches smaller then her. His face was hidden by a grim mask with a crack down its right eye. A glint of silver gleamed from behind the crack. He swung again this time towards her head. She Stepped backwards and raised her shield. The blow shook her existence and drove her feet into the soft soil. She smashed her finger on a small button and heard the familiar mechanical wir. Reaching up she ripped the shield off her shoulder. She now gripped the hilt of what was now a eight foot lance and smiled. Without waiting for a repost she dove at the man using her reach to keep out of striking distance. He danced out of the way and tried to advance towards her. Her knuckles whitened as she swung the flat of the blade at the man. His weight pushed against her, but it was too late the man had been knocked off his feet. He landed in a pile across the clearing. Her finger squeezed Incendens trigger and felt the electric pulse run down the weapon. A explosion resounded and where the man had collapsed lay a small crater smattered with burnt wood. The clatter of chains assaulted her ears as the man's spear raced towards her. Reaching up she plucked the projectile out of the air and yanked. The man stumbled forward, panic in his eyes. Her fist shot up. The blow shook her arm and the man fell over gasping for breath. His hand crawled towards her leg and latched on. Kicking him viciously did nothing to loosen the grip. She bent down and punched his temple, the fingers loosened and tightened again. She continued the assault and saw his head lull, but still he latched on. Bringing her foot down on his head, a small snap resounded and the fingers loosened. Striding over to the blade she noticed a small encryption in one of the rocks. "Here lies Mychael ********"
Hey guys, before I say anything else, I would like to recognize that this story was a collaborative effort between me and TheLoneWolf555 (Yea I know we have lame names). Anyway, I know this chapter was short, but I can't give you too much can I? I figured it would bring you back anyway ;). Before I ramble too long I would like to say, Have a good rest of your day or night (depending). Plus I would like to apologize for any grammar errors, I tried to catch as many as I could.
Thanks for reading!
