PROLOGUE
A lone Drakyr-human hybrid flew across his home continent of Aldrow towards the neighboring continent of Ragnorth. The young man desperately flew between the trees of the Asheeda Forest, dodging the bullets fired at him. You see, Darc had stolen something one of the Great Spirit Stones. The Water Stone to be exact. However, the Water Stone belonged to Greedo, Darc's former "owner."(1) Now that she knew that the "good-for-nothing" half-breed was still alive, she wanted to finish what she started, and kill the son of Wildalf.
By now, Darc began to tire for he descended slightly in range for an attack. Seeing the opportunity, Greedo shot at him again, only this time, the shot collided into his side, causing him to cry out in agony as he crashed onto the ground. The young Drakyr man leaned on his hands and knees, coughing up a slight amount of blood.
"Dammit," Darc cursed. "This isn't good."
"Thought you could get away from me, did you? Well think again, you worthless wannabe!" The fish-like Deimos sneered, grabbing Darc by the throat. "You'll pay for marring my face at the Church Ruins!"
A few years back, when Darc did escape, he sliced half of her face clear off with a combination of his claws, sword, and Deimos magic. (A/N: Now she wears a bandage on her face to cover it up.)
Darc glared up at her, trying to reach for his sword. Greedo noticed this, and stepped on Darc's stomach, causing him to hack up more blood, getting some of it onto Greedo's face. She lashed out at him, causing old wounds to reopen and blood to come gushing out, flowing down his torso, arms, and legs.
"You…you…worthless….wretched….bitch!" Darc spat out in pain.
Greedo was about to smack him again for the insult, when she was attacked by a random Lupine who was most likely from Volk's pack. The young wolf-Deimos urged Darc to fly off before she regained conciousness, and the Drakyr took off again as he flew off to Ragnorth.
In Ragnorth...
It took awhile, but the young Drakyr leader finally made it to the continent.
"Have to...make it...to Yuwell.." Darc muttered, dragging himself towards the small town. "I have...to find him..."
The Drakyr made it into the town onto to have the humans to either glare at him or run away in pure terror as he came through, searching for a certain someone.
"Darc," One mannaged to call out. "Aren't you supposed to be in Aldrow? Go back to the depths of hell from where you came from!"
The dazed,winged (2) Deimos glanced up at the lowlife, not even paying attention to what he was saying.
" Where...is...he?"
The human seemed puzzled for a moment, but then understood what he was asking for.
"You mean Lord Kharg? He's at the Castle Ruins...Why are you asking that?"
Barely able to breathe, Darc kept himself steady as he used his sword to support himself.
"Just...find him!" The Drakyr snarled as he finally collapsed, leaving a blood puddle.
With that said, the frightened human scurried towards the Castle Ruins to find the Nedelian prince.
Whoo~ The Prologue is finished~!
I am also working on another fic, Niji no Yume, so I'll try to update often. Please review, but no flames, please.
