Some Heroes Come from Tragedy
The young elven boy made his way through the Pod Forest, traveling back to his village. He was lean and muscular, jumping over creaks, fallen logs and tree roots with practiced ease. Up ahead a Chompy Pod had flooded the area with Chompies. Calmly his body was surrounded by a dark aura and any Chompy that came close would explode into power orbs. He walked up to the pod and brought a dagger to the plant to slash it open. Juice and eggs spilled out at his feet. He bent over and picked them up, putting it in a satchel he carried on his left arm. He didn't mind the slime and trekked on, his dark aura fading. HIs leather outfit protected him from the thorns as he made his way through some bushes. Noticing that they weren't here before he contemplated the idea of having to deal with some monsters. Shrugging it off he continued toward his destination.
An unexpected pair was making their way through the forest. One was a pale looking girl with pinkish hair put in a ponytail. She wore a dark outfit with wicked looking roller blades on her feet. Walking beside her was a great purple dragon with orange horns.
"Spyro Levi Village should be close by. Thanks for coming with me." she smiled to her leader and friend. He smiled back.
"No problem Roll. You're gonna get your brothers back if I can help it."
She smiled again. With friends like Spyro she knew she'd find her brothers.
Hunter was worried. The smell of blood and death was in the air. The wind was blowing toward him from Levi Village so that would be the likely source. He consoled himself, knowing that the people of the village could fight off all the local invaders and monsters.
"But what if its the the…" his eyes widened and he made a mad dash toward his village.
"No. Please no. Please let it not be them."
But it was.
The Drow, a society of evil elves bent on destruction and power. The Elves and Drow had fought for centuries, ever since they rebelled. It was common for skirmishes and raids to happen. In fact it was odd if the Drow didn't attack. So Hunter was horrified if not surprised that his village was in splinters. Bodies littered the place, and some fires had broken out. Two Drow warships were docked were the Chiefs house used to be. Anguish gripped his heart and silent tears rolled down his face. The Drow were trying to scavenge something useful from the clearing that once was a thriving village with good people. His dark aura appeared, much larger than before, and much darker. Dark tendrils made their way across his body and his blue skin became black. His eyes became a purplish color and the grass around him withered and died. A Drow Spearmen was a few feet away, poking at the rubble of Cris's home. Silent as a wraith he walked closer to the unfortunate Drow. He sensed the dark presence but it was to late as Hunter's dagger dispatched him quickly. There were 13 spearmen left, 5 Blitzer Bullies, 7 witches, 15 armored lance masters and 20 armored archers. He vanished in a puff of darkness.
Spyro and Roller Brawl couldn't have expected the carnage that was Levi Village. They saw much the same thing as Hunter did but more bodies were to be found. Life Spell Punk robes were found empty on top of humongous green Drow. Lance masters and spearmen had been run through. Archer had their very own arrows be their end. But what troubled the most was the explosion of darkness coming from another part of the ruins. Spyro took off and Roller Brawl skated as fast as she could towards the fight.
His power was running low. In his rage he used up all his potions, which had increased his power tenfold. But he would have to dispatch the remaining murderers with just his skill. The last spearmen charged, seeing his boost fade. Sidestepping the attack he delivered a powerful punch to the Drows face, launching him backward into a lance master. Taking the opportunity the elf jumped high in the air and launched a dark beam of energy at the downed Drow, taking them out of the fight. A Blademaster witch's shuriken nearly hit home before he deflected it with his dark aura shield. A arrow quickly took its place and he grabbed it with his bare hands. Throwing it away as he landed preparing to fire another beam before a witches blade nearly took of his head. Leaning back he dodged and completed the attack, defeating the last archer. He rushed towards the witch, being blocked by the remaining lance masters. He disappeared once again before delivering a roundhouse kick in the back of a lance masters head, knocking him unconscious. The others barely had time to react before he landed a succession of punches, kicks, and headbutts, taking them all out. His last enemy, the witch, summoned 2 blades and with a flick of her wrist threw them. Jumping into the air he prepared a beam but it was not to be. The blades exploded, throwing him to the ground and hitting his head hard. The witch produced 1 more blade to finish him off.
"So this is how I die. Sorry guys, I couldn't do it."
The last thing he saw was what he thought to be an angel on roller blades take out the witch with a slash bathed in purple aura before he blacked out.