Hey everybody! This is my first fic, so forgive me if it is stupid.
The Key to the Past
By Arexon
It was a dark, cold night.
A man with blinding white hair shivered as he clenched a large, black key.
He walked into a small cave covered with drawings. "Did you bring it?" said a dark voice.
"Yes." said the man, handing a small box to a large figure. "Ha! I thought you would cooperate!" it said.
"Well, you thought wrong." said the man. Suddenly, another man jumped out from behind a rock.
" Idiot! Did you think I would not be prepared, Loxent!" said the thing. It snapped its fingers and about 20 small, black creatures rose from the ground.
"Sorei! You take the ones on the left, I'll take the right!" said Loxent to the other man.
"Okay, but what about the gem?" asked Sorei. "I'll take care of it…" said a woman, calmly walking out from a crevice, plunging her golden blade into the things back.
"Mora!" said Sorei with a grin. "Late again…" muttered Loxent. The thing screamed. "Idiots! Fools! You haven't gotten rid of Vlandor yet!" it yelled.
Then it disappeared, along with the black creatures. "Hmph. It's idiots like him that aren't worth spending time on." said Loxent, sitting down on a rock.
"But with every one we kill we get closer to…you know." said Sorei, picking up the box. Loxent sighed. He was right. With every moment came a opportunity.
Another chance to find his son.