This is a short chapter. Be warned.
Disclaimer: Aw screw it, you know the drill.
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Shadow Rising Chapter 1: Prologue
It began millennia ago, before human thought and human comprehension. It was a time of terrible strife. A time when angels and demons battled. For hundreds of years, the age old war of good versus evil waged on. Time passed seeing neither side victorious. After millennia of war, the warriors of Heaven and the demons of Hell came to an uneasy truce. They scattered their seeds across the plains and into the bodies of the newest race of creatures: humans. Buried within their genome was the inherent ability to become angel or demon. However, with only their half-blood, these beings were unable to fully descend or ascend. In their rage, they began a cataclysmic war that threatened to destroy Earth. The wisest of the angels proposed that a contest be held every five thousand years in which these half-bloods would battle for an artifact of singular power: the Dragon Talon. A sacred knife half carved from the Great Dragon and half carved from his opposite, the Shadow Dragon. It possessed the ability to merge with these half-bloods and transform them into full-fledged angels or demons. The idea was immediately adopted and put into place. However, even this plan could not spare the earth the terrible battle that waged. The last battle completely obliterated the legendary city of Atlantis. Five thousand years later, those who have lain dormant now hear the song. The song of the Dragon Talon. The song of power.
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A lone figure stood upon the battlements of a magnificent castle, his white robe swishing around him in the wind. He kneeled down and gently touched the roof. His conscience spread outward in a blanket.
"He's not here, either." The figure shook his head in annoyance and exasperation and ruffled his blond hair. No matter what he did, the hair refused to lay flat and ended up spiking upward. With one last glance at the castle, the figure broke into a swift run and leapt off the castle tower. Grey wings exploded from his back as he beat them furiously to gain speed. He took off as fast as he could toward the distant continent across the great ocean.
Toward Bayville.
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Shadow Rising Chapter 1: Prologue
It began millennia ago, before human thought and human comprehension. It was a time of terrible strife. A time when angels and demons battled. For hundreds of years, the age old war of good versus evil waged on. Time passed seeing neither side victorious. After millennia of war, the warriors of Heaven and the demons of Hell came to an uneasy truce. They scattered their seeds across the plains and into the bodies of the newest race of creatures: humans. Buried within their genome was the inherent ability to become angel or demon. However, with only their half-blood, these beings were unable to fully descend or ascend. In their rage, they began a cataclysmic war that threatened to destroy Earth. The wisest of the angels proposed that a contest be held every five thousand years in which these half-bloods would battle for an artifact of singular power: the Dragon Talon. A sacred knife half carved from the Great Dragon and half carved from his opposite, the Shadow Dragon. It possessed the ability to merge with these half-bloods and transform them into full-fledged angels or demons. The idea was immediately adopted and put into place. However, even this plan could not spare the earth the terrible battle that waged. The last battle completely obliterated the legendary city of Atlantis. Five thousand years later, those who have lain dormant now hear the song. The song of the Dragon Talon. The song of power.
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A lone figure stood upon the battlements of a magnificent castle, his white robe swishing around him in the wind. He kneeled down and gently touched the roof. His conscience spread outward in a blanket.
"He's not here, either." The figure shook his head in annoyance and exasperation and ruffled his blond hair. No matter what he did, the hair refused to lay flat and ended up spiking upward. With one last glance at the castle, the figure broke into a swift run and leapt off the castle tower. Grey wings exploded from his back as he beat them furiously to gain speed. He took off as fast as he could toward the distant continent across the great ocean.
Toward Bayville.