LS7: Hello you guys! I know I should be updating some stuff but I was given this incredible idea by Crystal Persian, for Srmthfg! Therefore, I am giving her a lot of credit for this fic. Her ideas are like: Super special awesome!
Chiro: LS7 Doesn't own us!
LS7: Only my OC!
Prologue…
Everything was cold. My people were screaming for their lives, running in a frantic heap. The dark one was upon us all. Mothers screamed for their children to follow. Fathers stood to fight the dark ones undead, but they soon were slaughtered. Children were crying. I too cried but only silently. I did not want to be discovered. The dark one already killed my mother and father so I hid in what was left of our home. Everything is in ruin and I could no longer hide. I was no coward and I would die as such. I picked up my weapons. One a silver dagger with blue decorative branches swirling around the blade, and a bow and arrow that once belonged to my mother. It truly is a beautiful weapon for the quiver is made of the finest wood and decorated in gold and titanium ornaments and bows are of the purest silver. However, I have different arrows for different purposes. Some to heal, some to kill. My parents were both warriors who once protected the people here. Nevertheless, it turned out that they were the ones that needed protecting. They were those ones who taught me everything I know. On their graves, and everything I own, I will fight! I am not afraid of the dark one or of his evil henchmen. I ran outside in the freezing cold, the only thing protecting me from its harsh winds, is a black cloak that I'm wearing as well as my boots. As I run into battle, I feel the wind whip my red hair back and forth and my hazel eyes lock on its target. We lock eyes this demon and I. She has the mark of the dark one on her face, which has a blue tone to it. It was if she was cold but the only thing cold was her heart if she had any. Her clothing was all black and purple for she too wore a cloak that reach the whiten ground which spotted many areas of bodies and blood. Her hair was as red as blood as it framed her face. The wind blowing her hair around like a blazing ring of fire. However, the thing that made shivers run down my spine was her eyes. They were black with a little spots of white. My eyes never looked away as I readied my bow as the arrow found its target. This arrow had one purpose and one purpose only…
To kill…
I yelled a battle cry with silver tears flowing from my eyes as I let the arrow go towards this demon's heart. It hit its mark and I smirked with victory but remembered what my parents always told me. Never think you won, until every single enemy is dead. I readied my bow again to the same spot that she was in but the problem was that her corpse wasn't there. I looked above…
Not there…
I looked below and tried to feel her presence…
However, she wasn't there.
I flipped backwards and crouched down into an offensive position. Again, she wasn't there. Where was she…? Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder. My eyes widen, as I smell blood. I turned to my left as I saw the woman stab me with my own dagger. I didn't even have time to think of how she got my weapon because she kicked me in my stomach to the snowy ground. I gasped for air as she hovered over me. She did not speak a word to me but glared at me with those soulless eyes and smirked. I glared back at her and grunted painfully as I took the dagger out of my shoulder. Blood was pouring out of the open wound but the harsh wind did not do anything to numb it. It seemed the woman was about to strike me again and at that point I was scared and became the coward I hated to be. I screamed and closed my eyes expecting to see my parents again. However, when that did not happen I slowly opened my eyes and saw a knife protruding from the belly of the demon. I clutch my injured shoulder as I watched the lifeless woman fall near me. I looked to my savior and recognized him as my father's friend. He wore a similar cloak to mine except it was red and he had a scratch that covered he left eye. His right eye was blue that became an icy blue when angry, like now. He was only in his early 40's. He smirked in triumph as he took his sword that he named "Magana" out of the dead woman's stomach leaving behind silver blood. His smirk faded as he fell to the ground. I crawled to him as I quickly as I could with my injury and gasped as I saw his. He was badly wounded for he was bleeding profusely from his stomach. I took my uninjured hand and clutched his bloody one. He spoke to me in our native tongue. I knew he was dying…
"Astaer mu intere yolie, Katanna?"( Are you all right Katanna?)
"I dutre wibn! Slonis…I hutnb to getfa mu!" (I am fine! Solnis… I need to help you!)
"NO! Mu rfgt I dutre junbt… Plefre, tqutre fewa! Mu hubger…" (NO! you know I am dying… Please, find them! You must…)
"Tqutre, fewa?" (Find whom?)
"P-Power…Primate…"
He died smiling. Solnis was a good man and brave warrior. No matter my injury, I bury him in a makeshift grave. I held Magana in my hand as I struck it to the ground. He was also I have a warrior's salute to the great beyond. I ripped of a huge piece of my cloak and used it for a bandage for my shoulder. I looked above at the grayish clouds as eye saw the dark one. He was no longer the skeleton King I heard of in the stories of old but he was now a worm. A worm that caused so much pain to that of my people and to so many others. He will pay!
It was not until nightfall that I had buried the dead. So many women died with their children in their arms. Fathers on top of them died with thoughts of just protecting them. Now they would find peace. I will avenge their deaths. I will find this wielder of the power primate. Surely, he and his friends can help us for I have heard many tales of him and his team. Ignoring the throbbing pain in my shoulder, I sat on the cold ground next to the many graves and began to mediate. I have to contact him somehow…
I just hope I am not to late…
Shugazoom City… (Nighttime)
Chiro, leader of the hyper force, container of the power primate; was fast asleep after a long day of training session with the monkeys. Complaining of a constant headache, Chiro had decided to turn in for the night hoping the headache would go away. However, he was wrong. It seemed that even his dreams, his headache wouldn't go away. Tossing and turning, Chiro in his dreams saw a girl about 17 with long red hair tied up in a ponytail, hazel eyes, wearing brown boots and a black cloak. It seemed like the wind was blowing because, her hair and cloak swept in the wind. Chiro felt cold as he continued to gaze upon her. She looked lost and sad. He saw that she held a bloody dagger and held a bow with her arrows in a quiver; tied behind her back. Did he know her? Did she know him? He had never met her before only in his dream. Who was she? Suddenly, the mysterious girl spoke. It seemed to Chiro like she was far away.
"Help us…"
"Please…"
"Help you with what? Are you in trouble?"
"… Dea Morenta rethn ru moubed…"
Chiro was confused. He understood that she needed help. However, what was that last sentence? He felt as if it was important for him to know. Sadly, he did not. The girl was fading away still repeating the words Chiro could not comprehend. Chiro ran towards her to try and reach her but when he finally did, she was gone. Unexpectedly, a white light appeared. Chiro shielded his eyes from the bright light. When it faded, Chiro screamed as the dark worm engulfed him. It was then Chiro awoke in a cold sweat. Breathing heavily while looking around his bedroom, Chiro spoke to himself in a frightened whisper…
"He's back…The Dark one is back again…"
LS7: Oh… Will Chiro and the others save the day? Who is Katanna and what connection does she have with Chiro? Is something going to happen between Antauri and Chiro? Will I finish this story?
Gibson: Some of these questions shall be answered within the course of this story.
Chiro: I don't die right?
LS7: I'm not telling you silly! That's why this is more then a one-shot.
Antauri: I will protect you Chiro!
Nova and Otto: Aw!
Sprks and Me: Review everyone!