January 22 2136; location: unknown

Answer this question: what have you taken for granted? food, a home, walking ... Life itself. Well you shouldn't take life for granted, I tell you why.

40 years ago, before I was even born, the world goverment chrashed and an evil organization rose. this organization was so powerful, even the nation themselves were bowing to it and life had almost had been given up by the people. But a few years back, a group of hereos risked everything to stop this organization.

I thought it was over, I guess I was wrong.

A large explosion echoed through one of the streets of a large almost deserted city. I walked away from the smoke and looked around, almost all of the buildings had broken windows or doors and graffiti on them, half of them had been either burnt or started to collaspe. The streets themselves weren't much better, they were littered with rubish and burnt out car, bus or the occansional truck. Its hard to believe I call this world home.

My ears priked as several robots landed infront of me, I could see them since their was no moon in the night sky above me but I could see their evil gleaming eyes, and glowing red claws and guns. They were on the hunt and they found their prey: moi. Stepping back slightly I brought my left hand up near my head, I made a fireball in my hand. The robots fired but I leapt into the sky and snapped my hand out, palm forward. The fireball launched and exploded covering the robots.

I landed on my hands and knees, my eyes were shut and my scarf gently floated down beside me. I opened my eyes and saw my true self in the broken glass that I had almost landed on. Staring back at me was a monster, a pretedor, with golden, green tint, feral eyes and large fangs poking out of my jaw and mouth. My long untamed black and red hair surrounded my face, my fur was the same with a white muzzle. My right ear was robotic and had a chunk missing from it, I also had combed my hair to cover the rightside of my face. My right arm and down my back was robotic as well. I narrowed my eyes and sweeped the shards away with my left arm. I stood up.

"Valkyre!"

I looked up into the sky as someone yelled my name over the intercom in my right ear. A large plane flew over, its light blue- dark red metal gleamed faintly in the almost no light. I could still see perfectly and I saw the resistant insignima on the side of the nose: a black eagle in front of a red sphere surrounded in gold. I started running down the street chasing the plane, and taking a deep breath, unfluring my wings.. 20 feet across, jet black with red tips and several 2 foot long, lethal looking spikes on some feather tips. They caught the wind and I was soon soaring over the city. The city didn't look much different in the air than what it did on the ground. I focused my eyes on a couple of Gangs before looking out for the plane.

The plane hovered ahead, it was just bigger than a normal fighter jet and had long wings, or gravity blades as I call them, that formed an X on the engines with two on the front like normal plane wings. The engine itself were quite large and gave the plane most of its weight, which was about 8 tonnes. The plane wasn't built for speed but for power, hence why it is called the Wyvern X and armed with three plasma cannons, one on the nose and the other two on the base of both top wings on the engines; it was one of the strongest fighter plane if this time, second only to the Hyperion and the dreaded Eclispe Cannon. (looks almost like the Tornado X but a bit bigger)

The Hyperion, a giant battleship, slowly flew up making the Wyvern X look tiny. It looked like a tanker cross with large wings on the back and side, and a large tail shaped like a fishes tail. Most of the ship was taken up by the three huge plasma engines that powered the ship or the large cannon hidden at the front even with its own engine. The hyperion's metal was blackish- really dark gold with pale yellow highlights. The insignima was on its side next to another scratched out one. The second one I could faintly see as a black wave surrounded in silver.

The Wyvern X dissappeared into the hangar of the Hyperion and I soon followed after. The large doors shut with a clang behind me.