Author's Note: Well , hello everyone. I haven't written anything completely
useless for a while so I thought now was the time. Please R a R or I will
be forced to hunt you down one by one and kill you. Oh, and there will be
more chapters coming up.
The Village Of The Lycanthropes
The Village Of The Lycanthropes stood fearlessly on the border of the Free Knight's Of Camaro's Domain. Zexen had given up destroying them, the Lycanthrope Warrior just continuously proved itself too strong for any army, even Harmonia's Elite Temple Guards. It was the year IS 425, and the Great Grasslands War was raging. The clans had united under a single banner for the first time in history to fight as one against the invading Harmonian troops, who had already taking over half of the Grasslands.
The Village was one of only a few strongholds that were left. The Harmonian Army, under the leadership of the legendary blind general Soledt, was only a few miles away from the village. The Harmonians numbered in the hundreds of thousands, or so witnesses say, while there was only approximately 10'000 Grassland troops in the village. With the Zexens on one side and the Harmonians on the other, it was slowly looking to be the end of the Grasslands, when he appeared. This leader, this 'Fire Hero' stood tall with his legendary true rune, and managed to convince the Zexen Army that after the Grasslanders were slaughtered they would be next. This strongly powered the Grassland forces, who now equalled 70'000 troops, with the help of the Zexen Knights and the arrival of warriors from neighbouring villages.
What is said to be the bloodiest war in the history of man rage on that day. Survivors say that thousands upon thousands of bodies were left in the entrance of the village, but the Grasslanders triumphed. After this, the Harmonians quit their campaign, with their best General dead, and the High Bishop humiliated.
But it wasn't just a day of death at the Village Of The Lycanthropes, for one child was born into the world. A world that was looking towards a brighter future with out war, a world where peace would reign in the Grasslands.
15 years later
"Bob, come inside! You'll catch a cold!"
"Okay mum!"
Rain was pouring down on the village as a lone figure made his way from the Great Shrine to his home, a small cottage on the outskirts of the village. Panting, heaving , he transformed to his wolf state to make the final leap into his front door. Shivering, he transformed back into a human boy and ran for a towel . Finding one in the dried up cupboard that always looked like it was about to fall off the wall, he wrapped it around his head and made his way to the kitchen.
"Hey mum, what ya cooking in there?', he asked, sniffing the air as he made his way to the table. "It smells great!"
"Just a little bit of stew, a traveller from Black Dragon Island taught me this little recipe. I tell you, his little son Gremio will be a fine chef someday if his father passes on those stew recipes".
Bob grabbed a spoon that was perfectly carved out of wood, a work of art. His dad owned it before he died in the war. Whenever Bob held that spoon, memories would rush into his head, memories of screams and bloodshed. He could never understand these visions. Men in a light blue armor, would be charging at him, and he would be slaying them one-by-one, with no mercy or contempt for them or their families. Then, as what would always happen in his "flashbacks" , he would be overpowered, and then, he would be the one screaming.
Bob opened his eyes, still mystified by what he saw, as sweat began to develop on his brow.
"Did you see it again, Bob?" , his mother asked, in a voice that showed worry, but yet a little arrogance also. She seemed to be angry at Bob whenever he would have these flashbacks, as if he had done something bad.
Bob just nodded his head slightly and started to ravage into the stew.
"Don't forget Bob, the village is having it's daily meeting at the Great Shrine in two hours time."
Bob stood up, done with his stew, and headed to his room to think about his visions.
Two Hours Later
The village members were gathered at The Great Shrine, which was built in honour of all the Lycanthrope Warriors who had given their lives in the great war for freedom. It depicted a single Lycanthrope, staring at the sky, howling in victory.
The Village Elders moved up towards the higher ground to stand over the meeting.
The High Elder appeared on top of the platform which had been set in preparationfor him.
"Let us pray for those who sacrificed themselves so that we could live peacefully with the one's we love."
He bowed his head and closed his eyes, and the fellow Lycanthropes followed suit.
" May the stars in the sky guide our heroes to a world of peace, and happiness. We thank you, our warriors for the ultimate sacrifice you made for us, and you will be remembered in the Grasslands for the many years to come."
With this, he raised his head and opened his eyes, as the rest of the Lycanthropes said the traditional prayer, which was said at every village meeting that the clan would have.
"Now the reason we are here tonight, is to talk about the mysterious burning of our village gates. Now, there has been no evidence of an invading army or renegade knights from Camaro, so all I can believe is that it is someone in the village that is trying to make himself seen. What is most mystifying about the burning of the gates is that it was done in some of the heaviest rain we have had in the village for many years. So obviously, a very powerful magic was used to destroy the gates. I ask all clan members with runes to come up to the front of this meeting so we can judge who it was that burnt our gates."
Bob stood up nervous and edgy, knowing that he was one only a few clan members who had runes. The potential destroyers of the gates were lined up now, each with their right hand out so that the elder could see their runes. 20 or so members of the clan had runes, but Bob was the only one with a fire rune.
The High Elder scoped each person. He saw Water runes, Resurrection runes, even a fortune rune, when his eyes reached Bob's right palm. He took off his glasses, and stared long and hard into Bob's eyes, using his true rune to look into the boy's eyes, and read his thoughts.
"So, you think you're innocent huh? Hmmm, you say that you haven't been outside at all? Very interesting.." The High Elder continued to read into his thoughts, when he overheard villagers whispering amongst themselves. He opened his eyes, and looked up at the crowd, that was now in a small frenzy of whispers, each telling the other what they saw. Ofcourse, the majority of them were lies.
" Quiet, all of you!"
He pointed at Bob's mother.
"You , come up here and tell us what you saw!"
Bob's mother hesitated at first, but made her way up onto the stage to recount what she saw on the night the village gates were destroyed.
"I...I saw Bob...standing at the gates. He....he was laughing at something. What I'm not sure of, but after that I saw the gates in flames...."
Bob couldn't believe what he was hearing, for he remembers sitting in his room reading about the Great Grasslands battle that took place at those very same gates. The gates were burnt down in the war, too.
The High Elder turned to Bob.
"Do you have anything to say in your defence?"
Bob just stood their silent, looking at the ground, and not moving a muscle. The High Elder nodded his head and turned to the crowd.
" It is my judgement that if Bob truly did burn down the gates, that he didn't mean it to harm anybody or frighten anybody, and he was doing it out of anger. I suggest that he sleeps in the underground cell that is situated under the gate, and thathe start rebuilding it tomorrow."
There was general agreement from the crowd to this arrangement.
3 Hours Later-
After much discussion over annual feasts and fights with Zexen Border Guards, the meeting had finally finished and everyone had gone off to their homes. Bob had been thrown into his underground 'cell-for-the-night' and sat ther crying. He rubbed a tear off of his cheek as it threatened to spill to the ground. He rubbed at his eyes with some sort of madness, as crying in this village would be a certified way to make you labelled the coward.
"Why w-was I thrown in here!?! I had nothing to do with the gates! I was in my room!"
Then he remembered something that was said at the meeting. His own mother had said that she saw him at the front gates laughing. Was she lying, was she angry at him? Or dd she really see him there, or someone that looked like him? With so much on his mind , Bob wiped his tears away and went to sleep.
Bob woke up shortly after, to the smell of fire and screams of agony. He heard people running around, fighting. He could smell what seemed like roast.
"How did he get out of his cell!?! Kill Bob, kill him!!"
Bob's ears perked up to the sound of this. What the hell was going on outside??? He looked towards the cell door and noticed that the lock had been burnt away by someone or something.
He cautiously made his way to the door, looking up the stairs. He slowly walked up when he found himself in moonlight, at the front of his village. It was all burning, everything was burning.
"No, son!! Noooooo!!!!, he heard his mum scream.
He made his way to the sound of screams, when he saw.....himself! Cutting friends, family down around him. Their heads removed, their bodies ripped to shreds. He heard himself laughing maniacally, when he saw his mother's lifeless body, laying down in front of their door, the beautiful oak door he remembers making to replace the old shabby one his father built. Staring into her lifeless eyes, he lost all sense of direction, all sense of time. Here was nothing left for him, everything had gone. Staring into his mother's eyes, he saw the same vision he always see's except this time more of the puzzle was revealed.
A knight in blue armor, with slit red eyes and golden hair, cutting at his ribs. What he saw next he could barely believe. The knight was biting into him, savouring, loving the taste f his blood as it squelched onto the ground. The knight was smiling, his teeth covered in blood, when he put his hands on his sword and cut him down with no mercy. Bob opened his eyes, remembering where he was, what was going on, He took one final look at his mother before he ran to the High Elders house. He saw what looked like himself, standing at the front doorway, staring into the house.
Bob charged! Like a maniac, he was transformed into something so powerful, so beautiful. He was now in his wolf transformation, running, panting, ready to kill. Taking giant strides, he was within arms reach of attacking the imposter when he just disappeared!
Growling.panting, eager or the taste of flesh, Bob turned around when he saw the imposter.
"Well, well , hello Bob. Lovely night isn't it?"
The imposter slowly turned into a human being, in a knight's suit, the colour of black.evil. His hair was long ad blonde, a sinister blonde, which was further made disturbing by the man's bright red pigment in his eyes , which were staring so deeply at him.
Bob remembered this figure from his vision. This was the soldier who had slaughtered his father. Growlin, fighting to restrain himself ,he asked the man in the most composed voice he could , one simple question.
"Who are you?"
The black knight, staring at Bob replied in a simple calm voice, that showed no emotion, like a lifeless creature.
"Except for being the one that slaughtered your father, and ravaged your mother, they call me Yuber. General.Yuber. Thankyou for your help but now I'll be taking that true rune your little elder so dearly loves.
Bob, now out of control, attacked, not thinking about what he was doing, but acting on natural instinct, like a true warrior. Yuber had no problem with this. He simply dodged to the side, smiling arrogantly.
"Sweet dreams..Bob" And with that, Bob felt a bang on the back of his head, and fell to the Earth, unconscious. The last thing he saw was Yuber making his way towards the Elder's house, with a woman dressed in a light blue dress. What appeared to be a sorcerer.
The Village Of The Lycanthropes
The Village Of The Lycanthropes stood fearlessly on the border of the Free Knight's Of Camaro's Domain. Zexen had given up destroying them, the Lycanthrope Warrior just continuously proved itself too strong for any army, even Harmonia's Elite Temple Guards. It was the year IS 425, and the Great Grasslands War was raging. The clans had united under a single banner for the first time in history to fight as one against the invading Harmonian troops, who had already taking over half of the Grasslands.
The Village was one of only a few strongholds that were left. The Harmonian Army, under the leadership of the legendary blind general Soledt, was only a few miles away from the village. The Harmonians numbered in the hundreds of thousands, or so witnesses say, while there was only approximately 10'000 Grassland troops in the village. With the Zexens on one side and the Harmonians on the other, it was slowly looking to be the end of the Grasslands, when he appeared. This leader, this 'Fire Hero' stood tall with his legendary true rune, and managed to convince the Zexen Army that after the Grasslanders were slaughtered they would be next. This strongly powered the Grassland forces, who now equalled 70'000 troops, with the help of the Zexen Knights and the arrival of warriors from neighbouring villages.
What is said to be the bloodiest war in the history of man rage on that day. Survivors say that thousands upon thousands of bodies were left in the entrance of the village, but the Grasslanders triumphed. After this, the Harmonians quit their campaign, with their best General dead, and the High Bishop humiliated.
But it wasn't just a day of death at the Village Of The Lycanthropes, for one child was born into the world. A world that was looking towards a brighter future with out war, a world where peace would reign in the Grasslands.
15 years later
"Bob, come inside! You'll catch a cold!"
"Okay mum!"
Rain was pouring down on the village as a lone figure made his way from the Great Shrine to his home, a small cottage on the outskirts of the village. Panting, heaving , he transformed to his wolf state to make the final leap into his front door. Shivering, he transformed back into a human boy and ran for a towel . Finding one in the dried up cupboard that always looked like it was about to fall off the wall, he wrapped it around his head and made his way to the kitchen.
"Hey mum, what ya cooking in there?', he asked, sniffing the air as he made his way to the table. "It smells great!"
"Just a little bit of stew, a traveller from Black Dragon Island taught me this little recipe. I tell you, his little son Gremio will be a fine chef someday if his father passes on those stew recipes".
Bob grabbed a spoon that was perfectly carved out of wood, a work of art. His dad owned it before he died in the war. Whenever Bob held that spoon, memories would rush into his head, memories of screams and bloodshed. He could never understand these visions. Men in a light blue armor, would be charging at him, and he would be slaying them one-by-one, with no mercy or contempt for them or their families. Then, as what would always happen in his "flashbacks" , he would be overpowered, and then, he would be the one screaming.
Bob opened his eyes, still mystified by what he saw, as sweat began to develop on his brow.
"Did you see it again, Bob?" , his mother asked, in a voice that showed worry, but yet a little arrogance also. She seemed to be angry at Bob whenever he would have these flashbacks, as if he had done something bad.
Bob just nodded his head slightly and started to ravage into the stew.
"Don't forget Bob, the village is having it's daily meeting at the Great Shrine in two hours time."
Bob stood up, done with his stew, and headed to his room to think about his visions.
Two Hours Later
The village members were gathered at The Great Shrine, which was built in honour of all the Lycanthrope Warriors who had given their lives in the great war for freedom. It depicted a single Lycanthrope, staring at the sky, howling in victory.
The Village Elders moved up towards the higher ground to stand over the meeting.
The High Elder appeared on top of the platform which had been set in preparationfor him.
"Let us pray for those who sacrificed themselves so that we could live peacefully with the one's we love."
He bowed his head and closed his eyes, and the fellow Lycanthropes followed suit.
" May the stars in the sky guide our heroes to a world of peace, and happiness. We thank you, our warriors for the ultimate sacrifice you made for us, and you will be remembered in the Grasslands for the many years to come."
With this, he raised his head and opened his eyes, as the rest of the Lycanthropes said the traditional prayer, which was said at every village meeting that the clan would have.
"Now the reason we are here tonight, is to talk about the mysterious burning of our village gates. Now, there has been no evidence of an invading army or renegade knights from Camaro, so all I can believe is that it is someone in the village that is trying to make himself seen. What is most mystifying about the burning of the gates is that it was done in some of the heaviest rain we have had in the village for many years. So obviously, a very powerful magic was used to destroy the gates. I ask all clan members with runes to come up to the front of this meeting so we can judge who it was that burnt our gates."
Bob stood up nervous and edgy, knowing that he was one only a few clan members who had runes. The potential destroyers of the gates were lined up now, each with their right hand out so that the elder could see their runes. 20 or so members of the clan had runes, but Bob was the only one with a fire rune.
The High Elder scoped each person. He saw Water runes, Resurrection runes, even a fortune rune, when his eyes reached Bob's right palm. He took off his glasses, and stared long and hard into Bob's eyes, using his true rune to look into the boy's eyes, and read his thoughts.
"So, you think you're innocent huh? Hmmm, you say that you haven't been outside at all? Very interesting.." The High Elder continued to read into his thoughts, when he overheard villagers whispering amongst themselves. He opened his eyes, and looked up at the crowd, that was now in a small frenzy of whispers, each telling the other what they saw. Ofcourse, the majority of them were lies.
" Quiet, all of you!"
He pointed at Bob's mother.
"You , come up here and tell us what you saw!"
Bob's mother hesitated at first, but made her way up onto the stage to recount what she saw on the night the village gates were destroyed.
"I...I saw Bob...standing at the gates. He....he was laughing at something. What I'm not sure of, but after that I saw the gates in flames...."
Bob couldn't believe what he was hearing, for he remembers sitting in his room reading about the Great Grasslands battle that took place at those very same gates. The gates were burnt down in the war, too.
The High Elder turned to Bob.
"Do you have anything to say in your defence?"
Bob just stood their silent, looking at the ground, and not moving a muscle. The High Elder nodded his head and turned to the crowd.
" It is my judgement that if Bob truly did burn down the gates, that he didn't mean it to harm anybody or frighten anybody, and he was doing it out of anger. I suggest that he sleeps in the underground cell that is situated under the gate, and thathe start rebuilding it tomorrow."
There was general agreement from the crowd to this arrangement.
3 Hours Later-
After much discussion over annual feasts and fights with Zexen Border Guards, the meeting had finally finished and everyone had gone off to their homes. Bob had been thrown into his underground 'cell-for-the-night' and sat ther crying. He rubbed a tear off of his cheek as it threatened to spill to the ground. He rubbed at his eyes with some sort of madness, as crying in this village would be a certified way to make you labelled the coward.
"Why w-was I thrown in here!?! I had nothing to do with the gates! I was in my room!"
Then he remembered something that was said at the meeting. His own mother had said that she saw him at the front gates laughing. Was she lying, was she angry at him? Or dd she really see him there, or someone that looked like him? With so much on his mind , Bob wiped his tears away and went to sleep.
Bob woke up shortly after, to the smell of fire and screams of agony. He heard people running around, fighting. He could smell what seemed like roast.
"How did he get out of his cell!?! Kill Bob, kill him!!"
Bob's ears perked up to the sound of this. What the hell was going on outside??? He looked towards the cell door and noticed that the lock had been burnt away by someone or something.
He cautiously made his way to the door, looking up the stairs. He slowly walked up when he found himself in moonlight, at the front of his village. It was all burning, everything was burning.
"No, son!! Noooooo!!!!, he heard his mum scream.
He made his way to the sound of screams, when he saw.....himself! Cutting friends, family down around him. Their heads removed, their bodies ripped to shreds. He heard himself laughing maniacally, when he saw his mother's lifeless body, laying down in front of their door, the beautiful oak door he remembers making to replace the old shabby one his father built. Staring into her lifeless eyes, he lost all sense of direction, all sense of time. Here was nothing left for him, everything had gone. Staring into his mother's eyes, he saw the same vision he always see's except this time more of the puzzle was revealed.
A knight in blue armor, with slit red eyes and golden hair, cutting at his ribs. What he saw next he could barely believe. The knight was biting into him, savouring, loving the taste f his blood as it squelched onto the ground. The knight was smiling, his teeth covered in blood, when he put his hands on his sword and cut him down with no mercy. Bob opened his eyes, remembering where he was, what was going on, He took one final look at his mother before he ran to the High Elders house. He saw what looked like himself, standing at the front doorway, staring into the house.
Bob charged! Like a maniac, he was transformed into something so powerful, so beautiful. He was now in his wolf transformation, running, panting, ready to kill. Taking giant strides, he was within arms reach of attacking the imposter when he just disappeared!
Growling.panting, eager or the taste of flesh, Bob turned around when he saw the imposter.
"Well, well , hello Bob. Lovely night isn't it?"
The imposter slowly turned into a human being, in a knight's suit, the colour of black.evil. His hair was long ad blonde, a sinister blonde, which was further made disturbing by the man's bright red pigment in his eyes , which were staring so deeply at him.
Bob remembered this figure from his vision. This was the soldier who had slaughtered his father. Growlin, fighting to restrain himself ,he asked the man in the most composed voice he could , one simple question.
"Who are you?"
The black knight, staring at Bob replied in a simple calm voice, that showed no emotion, like a lifeless creature.
"Except for being the one that slaughtered your father, and ravaged your mother, they call me Yuber. General.Yuber. Thankyou for your help but now I'll be taking that true rune your little elder so dearly loves.
Bob, now out of control, attacked, not thinking about what he was doing, but acting on natural instinct, like a true warrior. Yuber had no problem with this. He simply dodged to the side, smiling arrogantly.
"Sweet dreams..Bob" And with that, Bob felt a bang on the back of his head, and fell to the Earth, unconscious. The last thing he saw was Yuber making his way towards the Elder's house, with a woman dressed in a light blue dress. What appeared to be a sorcerer.