I do not own 'Claymore' nor any names of characters, locations, or anything else relating to the series. I have only watched the anime series and not yet read the manga. Any similarities that may be found between my story and any found in the manga series are coincidental and were purely unintentional. The names of Brahn, Cedric, and Iba were chosen from random name lists and generators and are not to associated with any characters or locations of the same name from any other series or outside sources.
*NOTE Italics are used for inner thoughts, not dialogue.
The Forgotten
Prologue
As the last glimmer of a golden sunset faded past under the southern mountains of Toulouse, dark blue began to fill the sky, readying the inhabitants of the forest for night.
SNAP!
A broken branch interrupts the silence, followed by the low growling of hunger and the deep breathing of a cunning predator. The creature wavers side to side on its two legs as it makes its way through the bush, growing faint, as it were, in the desperate search for food. Suddenly, a distant smell catches the air; human flesh. The thought of prey alerted the beast as it sniffs, frantically scanning to find the source, but fortunately it doesn't have far to search. Up ahead in front of it, on the border of a small clearing, it catches the dark shadowy figure of a human. Tall, and although wearing a cloak it cannot hide much from the hunter's keen smell. The human is male, well fit, and therefore no doubt with plenty of meat on the bones! The Yoma's mouth watering and golden eyes fixed on its meal, it carefully readies itself for a charge, but quietly as not to alert its prey.
However, it seems that the 'prey' is already aware.
SHWIGT! A large sword suddenly appears from its hiding place under cloak. Two hands grasping it firmly in front of his body, the man's feet planted on the ground, and a strong voice shouts, "BEGONE DEMON!"
"GRAAAAAGHHHH" The need for stealth no longer required and the thought of fresh meat was too much. The Yoma roared as it tore across the clearing, its legs projecting it at lightning speed.
The human remains motionless, hands still grasping the sword out in front and still standing his ground.
"ARRRGGRRRRHHHAAA!" The charging Yoma's arms widen, ready to take down the human no matter where he turns to run. Its claws stretched out and eyes fixed on the target, ready to strike aside the sword and rip into the warm flesh and feast.
Still, the man stands frozen. "FRIGHTENED PREY!" The Yoma relishes in thought that the human hasn't moved to defend himself against this powerful monster, making it an easy kill. However, the cunning predator will not take any chance and be fooled by any trick this human may have.
As it enters reaching distance, the Yoma quickly jumps left and swipes out its long left arm around, as to distract the human and lure his guard to his right, while the Yoma's right arm is ready to spring straight out at and grasp the head, blinding his sight and exposing the neck. Its fangs bared and ready to sink into the tender flesh and fountain of flowing blood awaiting underneath.
Still nothing. The human hasn't moved at all, but no matter. "TOO LATE FOOL! NOW I FEAST!"
"HHRROAAAT-" The Yoma suddenly stops in its tracks. "WHAT?" It sees the human head's still looking straight on. Glimpses of light show his right eye still glaring at where the Yoma was a mere second ago. But a strong force now holding the Yoma from the kill. Its eyes drift down…the human's guard has changed. "NO!" The sword that was once straight out in front, has now reappeared to the right and embedded itself in the Yoma's neck.
"HRR-RRAA-" It struggles to breathe and tear away, but it can not, choking and failing to find the strength to move. "HOW?"
KYSSSSS! Purple blood sprays out as the man removes his blade from the Yoma. It falls to the ground, motionless, and except for the widen gaze of amazement and shock still engraved on its face…lifeless.
The man sheaths his sword back under his cloak and turns toward the monstrous corpse. "None of your kind will ever touch the people of my village", he said, his voice steady and calm, yet full of warning and resentment, as if the creature could still hear him. As he stands over staring at it, the creeping moonlight illuminates the scene, but only the man's face isn't still swallowed up in the darkness and shadows of his cloak. A blue bandana is wrapped around his head, but pulled down on the left side, covering his left eye but still revealing an old scar spanning from just above his eyebrow down to the top of his cheekbone. His face, slightly pale and with a wrinkle or two, but still vibrantly alive. He gazes at the Yoma, the reflection of its dead body is now caught in his piercing, blue eye.
More to come very soon. Please feel free to comment however you see fit. I have the whole story in my head now, but this is my first fanfiction and I'm still working on a good style to write with, so please feel free to share your opinions on how it's going so far, in either review or pm. Thank you!