The Remnants.
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Chapter 1. A New Dawn.
"Ugh, where am I, what happened?" Where I was, I couldn't tell. My eyes wouldn't open. It was deathly silent. All I could feel was the rock my battered body was on. I could taste blood. I must have cut my lip or something. Then I smelt something. What was it? Burning. What was burning?
Then the memories came back. I was on Tangetta Two. My home world. It was a peaceful night. All was calm. I was eating dinner with my family. With no warning, an unholy screech rent the air. Everyone looked up, startled. But nothing more came. Then the door was slammed right off it's hinges, and for the first time in my life, I saw a Zerg. It was standing there, staring me in the face. One glance at it's repulsive face and sharp claws, and I could tell it was here to join us for dinner.
We waited, while it did nothing. I had heard of the Zerg. They were monsters that mothers used to get their children to do what they should be doing.
'Get to bed or the Zerg will get you!'
'Come here or I'll tell a Zerg!'
'Eat your dinner, unless you want to have it eaten by a Zerg.'
They were fairy tales, almost. Now, those figures from tales had come to life. I had never thought that they were real. But now they were, and more, they were here to conquer us. My hand slid to my side, to where I kept my sling. In a little pouch, where I kept some stones to throw, I took it out, and loaded it.
With stunning speed, the Zergling charged at me. With skill gained from dodging bullies at school, I sidestepped, and it went right on past me. It hit a wall, and while it was stunned, I took me chance. I slung my stone at it. It stood up and whipped around, and my stone took it full in the mouth. I guess it somehow swallowed it, because it started to choke on it. Then it exploded. Bug guts were hard to get out from the carpet, but this was going to be worse. That is, providing there was any carpet left to get the gut out of.
Before anyone knew it, those devilish Zerg were over-running the whole city. I rushed outside, ready to give my life for my people. I was only a child, but I had and knew my duty. I had to buy time for my family to escape.
"Run, get to the escape tunnels, I'll hold them off here."
With grim determination, I turned around, ready to give the Zerg a fight. The Town Guard was forming up, but it was already to late. There were to many of them. With a battle cry, I charged the Zerg, and used my sling to whack them over the head. My vision started to turn a misty red. My rage was building. All I could see were my enemies. All I could feel was hatred. No fear, no pain, just hatred. Those monsters had killed my friends, maybe even my family by now. They would pay. From that time on, until I would awake that next morning, I would remember nothing. Everything went dark...
That was what had happened. Anger burned inside me, but I pushed it aside. With much agony, I stood up. My vision was clearing. This dawn was new. The sun was just coming over the horizon. It was red. Blood had been spilt that night.
I took a quick survey of my surroundings. Every building had been reduced to rubble. I was alone. Homeless. With no knowledge of what to do. All I had was myself, the cloths I had on my back, and the sling and stones I still had. For the first time in my life, I felt utterly alone.
I walked to where my home was. I shifted through the rubble, hoping to find a can of food or something. After several minuets I found something. It was a claw from the Zergling I killed last night. I set it aside. I continued. After about 20 minuets, I found a large bag. Technically it was a backpack. It was filled with food, water, and other emergency supplies. So I finally had enough supplies to live for some time. Something compelled me to continue digging.
After moving a large piece of roofing, I found a pocket knife. More precisely, an army knife. It had almost everything in it. Next to it I found a smashed picture frame. With much care, I extracted a picture from it. It was of my family. I felt hot tears form in my eyes. Right then and there, I made a pledge. I would avenge my family. I would destroy all the Zerg I could. I put the claw and the picture in my pack, and pocketed the knife.
I was a Drycean. We were warriors. But we were also survivors. Common sense and gained knowledge took over. It was time to stop grieving. It was time to take action. I stood up and shouldered my pack. My path was set. I moved towards to mountains that bordered my now ruined town.
Note: The Drycean race is my creation. I'll explain them to you so you will have a better idea of the story. The Drycean's are an ancient race. They had their claims on Tangetta Two before the Xel-Naga has first stepped on Aiur. They had lived peaceful lives for millennium, though they were always ready for conflict. They lived in the age with the technology they had. When it came to healing, few were better. They use the same types of weaponry that humans did in the Middle Ages. Slings, swords, shields, bows and arrows, etc. While at first glance, these weapons seemed primitave, they hid deadly secrets and function. With the touch of a hidden switch, a sword could become a like a lightsaber. An energy field could be produced that would form a shell around the weapon, thusly making them much more dangerous.
Dryceans can live up to 200 Earth years, and weigh on average about 200 pounds. They have scales in place of skin, and these scales are tough and hard to penetrate. They are gifted with wings that are easily wrapped around the body. Wingspans can become up to 50 feet. They grow to be about seven feet tall, and are strong and muscular, though they are usually gentle.