Prologue
Drip…drip…drip
The sound of falling water is oftentimes either soothing or irritating as hell. However rarely does it ever signify some horrific event. On the opposite end of the spectrum the sound of blood dripping ALWAYS means some kind of tragedy. Whether it is for good or ill no one would want to hear this sound. Unfortunately some find it inescapable as is the case here.
To Alexandros Lykeron each and every drip sounded like a death drum. Every single last drop of the life-giving fluid hitting the ground shattered his heart. It also fueled his rage, for the blood was not his own. No, it was so much worse, because standing not even three feet in front of him was one of his most valued companions. She had taken a fatal blow…for him.
He could only catch her as her killer kicked her from his sword. Alex didn't even register what he was saying as he looked deep into her eyes and watched the life slowly drain from them. It was agonizingly slow yet at the same time far too fast. He knew she was dying as did she and him.
"So what do you say son? Use your ability for my sake and help me create an army of Pokegirls and tamers that could conquer this pathetic world" said the man as Alex finally turned away from his dead Pokegirl. Alex took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and ever so gently set her on the ground.
"I…will…KILL YOU" he shouted charging in with his katana drawn ready to rend this bastard into pieces for what he did. Sparks danced as their blades clashed again and again, the power behind their strikes enough to break a lesser blade.
