Adventure Quest Worlds
The Thirteen Lords of Chaos
Prolouge
Footsteps. Sounds of the animals at night. Darkness. The moon was hidden in the clouds. Darren didn't know what he was running from. Something in the darkness was chasing him. He'd lost track of how long he was running. He kept dodging trees and tried his best to see where he was going in the forest.
Okay, he thought, enough of ground chase, time for aerial mode. He leaped onto the nearest tree branch and took off to the next branches.
After, maybe, leaping across a thousand branches, he reached an open meadow. He dropped down from the last branch and immediately broke into a full sprint. Soon, he reached a cliff. Nowhere to run. He couldn't even see the bottom. Heck, he couldn't even see what was in front of him. Everything was pitch black.
"Darren…Scarlet…" a dark voice called out. The voice sent chill up his spine. He knew this was the end. Suddenly, he couldn't fell the darkness anymore.
Darren extended his senses. But… he couldn't feel the strange presence anymore. He was relived but did not let his guard down.
"Daarrreeeennnn…" he heard that voice again. No. Not voice. Voices. Like many voices speaking at the same time. All of them sounded dark and hollow.
Suddenly, a pitch black hand gripped the ledge of the cliff. Pitch black hands gripped the ledge and hauled themselves up. When Darren saw their faces, he fell back. Their bodies and faces were pitch black with green, glowing eyes and razor sharp teeth.
The first creature climbed up and it walked up to Darren. Darren started backwards. The creature suddenly crouched and unleashed its fangs and talons, ready to attack. The others stood behind, growls rippling through the monster army.
Something moving in the sky caught Darren's eye. And that's when the creature leaped and him, talons and fangs ready, determined to kill…