Arc's Origin Chapter 1
Dark ominous clouds were overhead, and rain was pouring mocking the tired and breathless warrior that stood there, struggling just to keep his sword up. "Not again..." he thought. He was nearly beat. His agile foe just sat there, flapping it's wings and mocking him with a smirk. His foe had an immense advantage, being able to fly. A newly trained adventurer, Arc was no match for such a tough opponent. His only weapon was a basic longsword, and a feeble set of steel armor. He had hoped to be a successful warrior from the beginning, but had severely underestimated the seriousness of combat. He dashed at his foe, swung, and the hopeful attack was once again easily avoided by the enemy. It quickly struck back with it's spear, and another chunk of Arc's life was taken. Nomatter what he did the enemy avoided it. The servant of the Wind Lord would overcome him. It's sickly brown wings kept it safe, and then Arc had an idea. "I will not fall here...I will not!" Arc ran forward, mustering all of the strength he had left, and threw the sword with blinding speed. The Wind Lord's underling dodged, as Arc suspected. He kicked the spear out of it's hands, grabbed it and upon falling, impaled the annoying foe and dragged him to the ground with him. His enemy was to injured to move, and Arc took this oppurtunity to finish it. He picked up his sword from the ground, and heaved it above his head. With a single powerful slash, he won. Wounded, the battered adventurer limped through the barren fields that led to Battleon, going there to seek help and rest.
