Darksorrow

Prologue

"Remember how we met?" asked Sarya.

"How could I forget?" chuckled the handsome voice of Saro Windsprinter. I can picture her now, thought Saro, she was and still is so beautiful. Saro took a moment to examine her.

She has serene, azure eyes and wrinkle-free skin. Her skin was a darkish-purple color, like all night elves. Her skin is a flowing stream of blue and violet. She walks with such grace that you would think she is walking on the wind.

She is so beautiful, thought Saro; I can remember what I first said to her. Saro smiled. I was walking on Zin-Fornatia road, and then I saw her, my star. She was looking at flowers through a Zin-Aszari florist's shop window. I said," Be careful when it rains, because sugar melts in water." Saro laughed.

"What's so funny?" asked Sarya.

"Oh I was just thinking about what I said to you when we first met," said Saro.

"I thought that was sweet," giggled Sarya.

"Yes, and embarrassing," Saro added.

"Can you believe we are getting married tomorrow?" asked Sarya with excitement.

"I can't wait! It's all I've been thinking about since-." Saro was cut off because of a loud crash and screaming.

"What's happening?!" asked a frightened Sarya.

"It's coming from the palace! Let's go!" said Saro with urgency.

The couple ran down the street toward the queen's palace. Their elven speed allowed them to quickly reach their destination. When they arrived at the violet-azure citadels of the elven queen, Aszara, the sight the couple saw was gruesome. Hellish dogs were tearing elves apart with no mercy. Gigantic, red creatures with glowing green scimitars were calling down rains of fire on buildings as well as people. Demons with huge two-handed blades were sundering elves be they adults or children. Nothing could compare to the slaughter Saro and Sarya were witnessing.

The strangest thing though was that the palace guards were doing nothing to fight back the oppressing monsters. The guardsmen on the wall were acting as if nothing was happening! They were just staring out blankly into the burning city.

Saro and Sarya were trying to get through the throng of people trying to escape the demons' relentless onslaught.

"Stay with me!" yelled Saro through the pandemonium.

"Get us out of here Saro!" screamed Sarya.

Don't worry my heart, I will!"

Saro and Sarya were battling their way through the hysteric crowd, clasping each others' hand for dear life. Slowly the lovers were getting separated by the crowd. Sarya was getting pushed farther and farther away from Saro. Finally the couple couldn't hold on any longer and got separated.

"Saro!" shrieked Sarya. Saro lost sight of her.

"Sarya!" screamed Saro. He searched for what seemed like hours, and then he heard a gut wrenching scream. He rushed in the direction of the sound. He saw Sarya, with one big, black claw protruding from her abdomen. The demon that impaled her had huge, black horns coming out of its forehead. It has pitch-black armor and giant, bat-like wings. There is also one unmistakable scar traveling vertically down its eye. It laughed an eerie laugh that seemed like it was inside your head and then it flew away.

"Saryaaaaa!". Saro quickly ran to his girlfriend's side.

"Saro....I....love....." Sarya passed away with one last breath.

"Sarya...NOOOO!" cried out Saro. The echo could be heard throughout the city even amidst the chaos.

And on that day, Saro lost a part of his heart. Nothing could ever heal the gaping wound Sarya's death left upon it. From that day forward, Saro would take up the cup of being a night elven demon hunter. He would rename himself Darksorrow, and his only meaning in life would be to seek out demons and kill them wherever he found them. All demons would learn to fear his name.....