Night.
The dark forest rang with the restless growls of the gathered shadowed beasts. A battle was imminent, but it would not be between the ferocious beasts. Their sworn enemies were nearby, those humanoid beings that called themselves Warriors. Hah! The Beast-Warriors were eager to prove the true power and strength of those who bear the title 'Warrior'; all they needed now was the signal from their Master.
But where was he? The beasts were itching to fight, but they were loyal servants who wouldn't so much as raise a claw until the given command.
There was movement from a tree above, and the Beast-Warriors gave a howl of triumph. The Master was here; they would claim victory over this battle.
He, the Master, smirked. Tonight was the night. So what if he had the appearance of a child. So what if all he wore were faded, shredded shorts and an equally ravaged red sash over his shoulder. So what if he lacked claws or fangs or any other visible attacking appendage. He was King of the Beasts, and he was ready to lead them into battle.
The Beast-Warriors surged forward, and their allied Winged-Beasts took to the air.
The Master followed, leaping from tree to tree. He could smell smoke up ahead– of course the human Warriors felt safe around anything that gave off light and heat like their campfire. That was soon to be their undoing– his troops could attack from the dark depths of the shadows.
There was a loud, cacophonous roar and the Master knew his front line reached the camp.
He hid in the trees, watching his soldiers fight. The Human and Beast-Warriors were evenly matched. The Beasts had greater speed and strength, but the Humans had tough armor and nearly impenetrable defenses.
The two sides fought brutally but elegantly, every swipe of the claw or swing of the sword another stanza in this poetic drama called war.
As tantalizing as it was to continue watching the battle unfold, the King of the Beasts knew of a way to end this quickly. He just had to defeat the General, his life-long rival.
The Master searched the battlefield from the safety of the shadowy trees. Where could he be? He had ordered his Beast-Warriors to leave the General unharmed– he was his opponent and his opponent alone.
Finally, he spotted him.
The General, not too far from where he was hiding, was encouraging his men to keep fighting, his back towards him. Victory was for the Beasts.
With a roar to rival those of his soldiers, the King of the Beasts launched himself out of the trees, aiming for the General with his outstretched hands. The hunt was over– his prey was captured!
The General turned, pure shock and surprise in his sky-blue eyes. But there was nothing he could do as the Master flew closer and closer and–
Wow...it's not even the first chapter and I left a cliff-hanger. Sorry 'bout that; they won't be that often (unless you guys would like them to be).
I think I'll be using this area as a sort of Fun Facts Corner; what do you think about that? Please give your opinions about that in the comments. And good news! The next chapter will be up really soon (hopefully today if nothing else comes up)!
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