Disclaimer

x-men evolution does not belong to me, I believe it belongs to Marvel Comics. Draconis/Richard does infact belong to me, as does this plot. By the way, any thoughts are in italics

anyway, on to the story

Thousands of years ago in Sparta lived an average warrior, he wasn't the best but he strived to better himself. Day after day he pushed himself wanting to be stronger faster. To attain the ability to protect the ones he cared for.

"The Persians are coming, the Persians are coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Draconis woke with a start, and prepared himself for war, around him his comrades woke and began to prepare alongside him. They stood watching as the Persian army got closer.

"Charge!!!!!!!!"

The group of Spartans charged the oncoming Persian army swords swinging. For a moment it looked as though the Spartans would win, but just as they were about to claim victory, a horde of Persians came swarming in and overtook the group of Spartans.

"Retreat!!!"

While it shamed the Spartans to do so, they retreated from the battlefield and swore to themselves that they would have revenge.

The Spartans met with the Athenians between two hills. These hills were close enough that an army would be unable to pass in large numbers giving the Greek an advantage.

Confering with the Athenians the Spartans realized that the Persians were going to attack Athens. The decision was made that they would split up, half going to Athens to help and the other half slowing down the Persian Army that was just around the bend.

"Who will stay and fight?!!"

Raising his sword Draconis called out

"I will stay and fight!"

About 3/4 of the Athenians decided to go back and defend Athens. The remaining 300 Spartans and company prepared themselves for battle. A minute later the battle began. The two armies met in the middle of the two hills.

Blood flew as swords tore threw flesh, swords danced and warriors fell lifeless. Draconis watched as his best friend, the same friend he grew up with, fell lifeless at the hand of the Persian army. Anger surged through Draconis' veins tapping into untold power. His swing now held twice maybe three times as much strength as before. The murderer of his friend tried to block but with one swift swing Draconis cut threw the sword, and the body of the man who killed his friend. One by one the Spartans were being cut down, leaving a few left, the Persians started fighting dirty, as they fought they punched the Spartans in the face, knocking them out. The last Draconis knew was being punched in the face, and a sword embedding itself through his heart.

That night the Persians celebrated their victory lighting the pile of dead Spartans. Draconis roused at the sound of celebration, he slowly opened his eyes wondering if they had won. Only to shut them again when he realized not only did they lose but they were piled amongst his dead brethren. The celebrations lasted well into the night. When he thought that the Persians were all asleep he crawled out of the pile and grabbed a sword. He had vowed revenge and thats just what he was going to do. He creeped towards the tent of their leader, praying that he would be able to avenge his people within minutes. But it was not meant to be.

"Who Stole My Sword??"

Draconis dived for the woods, dropping the sword behind him. He ran swearing that the death of his people would not be in vane.

Day and night blended together as Draconis fought to keep his sanity. The trip back to sparta was a long and difficult path. His animalistic instincts kept him alive tearing at animal flesh and eating the meat. With one more hill in sight, the black smoke rising from over the hill gave an ominous feeling. Fear crept up his spine, and when he got over the edge he saw. The entire village was up in smoke. Like a zombie he walked down the streets he used to play in as a child. The only place that hadn't gone up in smoke was the temple of their patron god Ares.

"O, mighty god of war. Please hear me the accursed Persians have destroyed your once mighty nation. Please give me the strength for revenge and to live my life, as it should have been." Ares looked down fondly upon Draconis and granted his wish. Glad that the Persians would get what they deserve. Pain wracked Draconis' body for the first of many transformations.

The beast grew inside him, hair grew, his face slowly and painfully extended. The pain was excruciating. A pair of demonic black wings shot out of his back, his head up to the moon howling in pain. Where once a human stood, a demonic being now howled to the sky, his eyes filled with bloodlust. With one last feral roar, he bounded off in search of his prey. Once he figured out how to use his newly acquired wings, Draconis took to the air. Flying gave him time to think, and that's exactly what he did. His mind raced as he wondered what would have happened if they hadn't been at war? Would I have still become this mythical beast? Would I have found love?

You see even though he was raised in Sparta, Draconis was peaceful at heart, and he didn't care much for war. But that wasn't the only way he was different from his peers. Ever since he was a child he held woman in a higher regard then most he knew. Rising over the hills he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He prepared himself both mentally and physically for war.

"One more hill to fly over". He told himself right before he swooped over the hill and saw the camps below him. The pile of his breatherin still lay in the pile he had not long before escaped. Anger surged and with one last chilling roar he attacked. The Persians would never know what hit them. Draconis tore bodys in half, ripping their guts from their bodys. He decapitated , he shredded, he tore limbs from bodies and used those limbs to stabbed others. He slashed and clawed, blood flew as Draconis tore through the Persian army no man was left alive. An army of millions lay at his feet, never to see the light of day ever again.

"mmmmfff" Draconis' sensitive ears could hear two more heartbeats. With only one tent still standing it didn't take a genius to figure out where the heartbeats were coming from. Tearing open the tent flap Draconis revealed a Persian man, and a Spartan woman. With one quick swipe Draconis had impailed the Persian and pulled out his still beating heart, handing it back to the dead man. Having returned the favor, Fiery red eyes met lifeless ones. It was finally over. Or maybe it was just the beginning.

"you monster!" the woman cried out throwing her shoe at Draconis.

"Stop! I just saved your life" Draconis replied covering his head with his claws.

"stay away from me you demon!" the woman screeched.

Seeing the terror in the womans eyes, Draconis felt disgusted with himself and turning he ran through the open whole in the tent and with a few beats of his mighty wings he was airborn, back towards Sparta. Through the entire trip back to the Temple of Ares, Draconis felt disgusted with himself and what he'd become.

One week later Draconis sat on the floor in his house. Everything around him smashed to smitherins. Once a warrior, where the people would cheer when they saw him walking down the street. Now whenever they saw him they would run into their houses at the sight of his shadow. It was cold, and it was dark. Draconis dared not light a flame in fear of alerting the people of the village of his location. Tears poured down his face and anger shot up behind his eyes they glowed with a flame of pure hatred. He defended these people, and they turned their back on him. They want a demon. Well a demon they'll have. With that Draconis stood and allowed the transformation to change his body. Draconis burst from his home his eyes seemed to have a fire behind them as they glowed in the dark. People ran in fear screaming their lungs out. Draconis tore houses apart and tore people limb from limb. But his heart wasn't in it. He didn't want to be this monster. He didn't want to pillage his own town. He wanted to defend what he cared for. But there wasn't anyone left. Everyone he cared for was already dead, weren't they? Something in Draconis told him that the one he wanted to care for wasn't alive yet. He saw a man shielding his family cowering in a corner. Here was a man who would defend his family even if it meant the end of his life. Draconis froze. He couldn't kill this man. He was doing exactly what he himself wanted to do. With a beastly roar that terrified everyone who heard it, he leapt into the sky and didn't land until he reached Ares' temple.

Ares looked down from Mount Olympus. Something was bothering his champion.

"O mighty god of war, what am I do to now. I destroyed the Persian army, but I no longer have any family, any friends left to live my life for. The people I once protected now fear me. How am I supposed to live a life like this?

Ares saw the truth in his champions eyes, and felt disgusted. How could the people change so quickly. One second they'll cheer for you, and the next they'll want to hunt you down like an animal.

"Ares I don't want to live like an animal" Draconis told his patron god. "Please help me".

Ares looked down at his champion and made a decision. Zues wouldn't be happy with it, But somehow Ares knew it was the right thing to do. He would give his champion a new life with a new family. With a wave a portal of simmering lights opened in front or Ares' champion swallowing him up and sending him to his new life.

A/N

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