Pre-note: OK well this is my first fic so please be well gentle. I hope that everyone who takes the time to read this likes it and I am willing to take flames (as long as they're acurate and not cursing me to Hell.), constructive critiques, and ESPECIALLY just comments saying how much you loved this. So please enjoy this first instalment of A Heros Chronicle. Oh and a few more quick notes: Stuff like the following: "SPEACH" is the Dravir talking to one another or just themselves
"SPEACH" is normal dialogue
and SPEACH is thinking.

Prologue:

It was the beginning of a massacre and no one was going to survive the wrath of the Dravir. The flames in the village were almost as high as the clouds forming over it; people were running in all directions from the attacking Dravir who were swooping down from the skies, picking up random humans and dropping them just as fast or the ones being kinder saved the people pain and just sliced them. The screams echoed to the forest at the edge of the village, not one warrior was going to come to the village for hours and the Dravir knew this fact.

The Dravir Commander was floating in the sky watching this entire event take place with a smirk playing on its reptilian lips; another Dravir flew up to the Commander and quickly bowed, "We have eradicated the villagers as well as the village itself, may I suggest that we draw back before the warriors from Oaklore and Falconreach arrive?" The Dravir Commander thought about this for a moment, and the other Dravir took this moment to go on, "We have already made our point that we are capable of destroying villages… Sir what are your orders?"

The Commander raised its hand and bellowed, "Dravir, fallback to the cave." All of the soldiers flew up into the air ready to fallback, the Dravir Commander held its clawed hand up to stop one of the Dravir's, "You, shall stay here and make sure that there are no survivors. We do not want anyone from this village to join the warrior's fool heartedly attacks on us for one foolish mistake."

Reluctantly the Dravir nodded, bowed and flew back down to the ground to carry out its tedious task. A few minutes of shuffling around the remains of the village the Dravir was bored, mindlessly kicking at the supports of houses. Then there was a faint cry, at first the Dravir wasn't sure it was a cry then focusing on the sound allowed the Dravir to pinpoint it in a matter of seconds. Quickly walking over to the noise and moving fallen house supports the Dravir saw that the sound was coming from a child. "Curious, how could our invasion miss a creature such as yourself?" The Dravir asked the infant. A silver chair hung from it's neck, crouching down on one knee the Dravir reached out with a clawed hand and read aloud the imprints on the chain; "'Sakura', a female name no doubt…" The Dravir noticed some charred cherry blossom trees and smirked, "Fitting. Now, shall I kill you this instant… or perhaps later?" The Dravir wondered while pointing a finger at the child for emphasis.

Sakura looked oddly up at the Dravir and gently wrapped both of her fingers around the Dravir's giving a wide grin. "Perhaps… little one, I should take you to your own kind… no doubt they would want you." The Dravir looked to the North remembering the Oaklore Keep not too far away from where the small village was. Picking up the child the Dravir flew towards the Keep.

Sir Kit was sitting on his bed polishing off his favorite sword, "Keeping a blade clean leads to housing a fulfilled spirit." He told himself as he reached down to grab the dry cloth to wipe off the extra polish from his blade. Suddenly there was a tapping at his window, curiosity getting the better of him Sir Kit held his sword and opened the window cautiously, in flew a Dravir soldier. "What in the Heavens?"

The Dravir landed square in the centre of the room, Sir Kit was already in a battle position. The Dravir let out a gruff chuckle, or at least that was what Sir Kit took it as, "Pathetic human." The Dravir scoffed.

"What are you doing here foul creature?" Sir Kit demanded, not letting his guard down for a second, years serving as a guard for Oaklore told him so. The Dravir held out Sakura with one clawed hand letting her dangle from his sharp claws. Sir Kit looked mildly puzzled, "A child?" He said aloud. "What business does a creature like you have with a child?"

The Dravir chose to ignore Sir Kit and walked over to his bed, placing the child on it with care, "You take care… I can not."

This puzzled Sir Kit even more; a Dravir soldier was here in his room delivering an infant to him and not in the least trying to attack him. He lowered his sword slightly, "Why did you bring the child here, and why to me of all people?"

"You seem less important to kill." The Dravir stated in broken English earning a subtle glare from Sir Kit. "And girl need care, I can not… too many Dravir want to hurt child." The Dravir leant over Sakura and let his claw slide over her forearm, a red mark followed behind its claw. "You will become a fine warrior. I can tell… it is in your blood." After saying its goodbyes the Dravir walked past Sir Kit, who had his guard back up, and placed a leg on the windowsill, "You kill her… I kill you." With that the Dravir flew out into the sky back to its post.

End-Note: Also the quote in the summary was from a play that I directed, it's called "F.O.B." (Fresh Off the Boat). Basically it is about a girl who is working as a waitress in a Chinese Food Restaurant and her friend (who is a F.O.B.) comes in and acts like Gwan Gung "God of Warriors, Writers, and Prostitutes!" it is a very comedic one act play and I hope that anyone who can see it will go to it.