BLOODWIND: A SOUL'S WORTH
Prologue
The wind screamed in sorrow and death. Carrying the scent of blood and gore to the remaining 7. They were once human 21st century humans then, now though they just weren't. All of them thrown back in a time not their own and younger versions of themselves each of them brought together under strange circumstances. They grew together after much distrust between them. Yet over the years they came together under on banner. Her banner.
She told them she was no hero that she was scared but her heart couldn't stand to see them hurt not if she could at least try. They were the first people to give her what her heart yearned for and she would fight for it till death and in the afterlife. Yet she was the youngest, bravest and full of happiness innocence and a smile that never dulled. It shamed them to a point they couldn't believe her. Why was she like this? They couldn't understand. Until she showed them opened her heart her soul to them. In return they did the same, they stood naked in front of one another and finally knew a peace like no other. Imagine holding nothing back no secrets no lie's no hidden agenda just to be accepted and loved by those who were not your blood before.
Centuries, millennia had passed and the 7 never strayed far from each other. They came from the 21st century and waited for it thinking they were to start again. Immortality wasn't what it seemed arrogance was human nature though they had not been human for many years it didn't stop them… She grew in battle she always wanted to be a NaraUchiha warrior. When they expressed their confusion, she told them it was from a Japanese manga called Naruto. The Naras were a clan revered in their intelligence during battle and the Uchiha for their sharingun which helped them copy moves from their enemies and made them fierce warriors.
She wanted to be cultured and strong she had a second chance to be what she always dreamed to be. Not all of them had regrets most of them had lived their dreams and were living the good life money fame. So, she went her separate ways to learn all she could along with all the fighting styles. She fought for those who couldn't themselves she said she was no hero, but she was acting like one. They all went their own ways after she left. All of them drawn to power so they created their own kingdoms that were feared and respected. They had an unspoken agreement if one went to war they all did. Wine, food women and men all in abundance. They were a force to be reckoned with each one able to take down 100 men at a time on their own.
Yes, it was hard not to be arrogant with a feat such as that. Soon kings and queens turned into Gods and Goddesses. Being near indestructible to man demon or beast, the 6 lost themselves in the throes of power. Soon blood become their life source, screams turned into a sweet melody and fear was the perfume they liked best. They still had their morals and it never went too far, but it had gone far enough. She prayed to god and told him to give her strength and to give her a chance to save them before all was lost. He answered he swept them up in the storms that had wiped out man and took them elsewhere. As they looked in a way they were ashamed once they had solitude of their own minds and of each other, they also saw the snake.
A snake who had whispered in their ears drowning them in selfishness and prayed on their weakness, their wants mixed into needs gold, food, land and sins of the flesh. They could not believe how far they had sunk once again She had saved them. Upon the island she taught them all she knew and gave them the gifts bestowed upon her once she knew they were worthy. These gifts had humbled them. Time held no meaning for them, they were at peace. Then a ship appeared with fresh supplies and no crew. It was time to leave. She had told them of the "quest" and said all she wanted was them by her side she would do the rest. No, they wouldn't let her do it alone especially after what happened with William and Marcus.
Scars marred her once perfect skin you would think she would not wear an open back dress, yet she wore it well the scars a pinkish white on her caramel skin glowed as she held her head high and swept across the room, no they would do this together somehow. Each land different each enemy cunning each power growing. Fantasies you could say and yet the blood the emotions were to real to be true the transformation from man to beast. No it was real a cruel twist of fate that their surroundings were not real but they were. "So this is what will happen" the girl was 16 barely touching 17 short 5,2 she had an hourglass body her hips wider than her small waist her skin a smooth light caramel complexion her face oval shaped with a button nose full lips and small super nova coloured eyes that seemed to have a small smear of star dust in them, she was beautiful any man no matter what race could see that she had a look of innocence on her face how she kept over the years is an incredible feat.
Her hair was pin straight hip length in the sun it was a rainbow black like that of a raven's feathers though no sun shone through the red covered earth it was eternally grey. Howls could be heard from demons searching for those unfortunate enough to cross their paths. Birds if you could call them that with teeth that stuck out their read beaks and a wing span of at least 3 grown vultures and claws that were almost bear like, also covered in blood nail polish. They look starved but you could tell they had eaten entrails of humans seen on them.
On one there was an eyeball sunk into one of its claws. "I can't believe this… Are you sure about this El?" the oldest in their group spoke his voice deep but smooth and drew you in with a hint a danger promising to be worth it. He was built well not overly done suited his 7.0 height Samoan like tattoos starting from the wrist upwards vanishing under his long sleeved dark blue shirt well semi red now from the wind blowing the blood that had somehow turned to dust their way.
His tattoos were not the same as they were. Now hidden in the depths of his skin was a tattoo a flaming sword like design that glowed blue in battle. All of them had two of the girls only had that tattoo while some added more to their body. Back in the 15th century that had been hard to explain. "I…" the girl now identified as El could not put her thoughts to words. What was there to say "What else is there Leati? Tell me?" she knew there wasn't anything except "Death" her eyes turned dark her aura promised pain and suffering her hair lifted slightly at her power "And what of your wife your child you would give that up knowing we could have done something take the cowards way out? You and I both know your child is there but what of your wife the rest of your family you do not know what lurks in the depths of their souls are you sure you will see all your loved ones? Taking the cowards way out! You will not see your child again taking that path and you know it!" her voice usually stoic and void of emotion, sliced at him as he heard her own insecurities seeping through as he heard the fear cracking her voice.
He slumped his shoulders. Yes, death was the easy way out but now they had to play a game of sick mad man who has an obsession with her. They now were the warriors fighting the war written in all religious texts. They were chosen to lead man to salvation or decimation. It was a heavy burden to bear and he did not know if he could do it. If any of them could. A sudden warmth filled each of them a strength borrowed a light in a dark tunnel. El was lending them her strength "WE can do this ALL of us TOGETHER" she held so much confidence.
"I say we do it" a British accent filled the air it was alluring sweet. "I say we die trying I mean look at this place" her arms swept across the barren lands red and white blood and bones turned to dust mountains made of bodies and bones hopelessness planting seas of madness of those who are left. The young golden red head then stood beside the youngest her shoulders squared and chin raised high her now noble blood that now flowed through her veins now shone proudly in her sea blue green eye. Eventually they all stood beside her same expression as their sister.
El looked at her the man she called brother for past millennia "I need you" her voice pleaded. He took a big breath in and regretted it. Rotten burnt flesh wet bird smell and rotten meat smell now stuck in his sensitive noise. "Star Trek?" looking at the youngest "To boldly go where no one has gone before" she replied with no hint of shame she was a dork and proud the rest of the family snorted face palmed or small smiles.
All jokes aside she too his large hands into her soft small ones "We are going to do it we have already gone beyond all that is human now we just need to go beyond humans". He caved not by her poor excuse of a speech but the fire the certainty behind those words.
He took a step away a frown marred her features and he smirked at her before fling his head back and letting out a battle-ready howl into the blood wind. Soon they all joined adding their howls to the wind all the creatures of the darkness shivered and scampered away from the howls that promised a fight worth remembering. Soon a white light surrounded those things that howled death and with that the 7 left 4 girls 3 boys to start a journey to save those who don't think they need saving.
