(Rayderpis Prologue)
As I strode out on the battlefield, I remembered.
I remembered the time when we were on Earth.
Earth is home. My home. And home is good.
They say that home is where the heart is. And right now, my heart belongs to Earth.
Sigh. Great. Now I'm pulling a Cordelia.
I just wish I could go back. Why were we pulled into this sick and twisted tale of horror and sadness? Why?
I want to get out. But the only way to get out is to fight. Another sigh.
I drew Armads, and went out to meet Fostaire to discuss the situation. I found the chestnut colored man taking cover behind a wall, his silver lance almost to the point of breaking, and his poor wyvern laying still, its breath shallow.
"What's the situation, Fostaire? How many have we lost?" I immediately regretted opening my mouth.
"It's bad, man. We've lost twenty, including Jaffar and Rennac. We need to pull back now." Fostaire reported grimly.
"Damn!" I cursed. "Just who is out there, killing our best assassins?"
"Ray, I peeked over when I took cover with Fahren here. Apparently Gaius got a Reaper Crest. Turned into something nasty. Last I saw him, he was tearing apart Jaffar with two brands I didn't recognize. One was blood red and the other…"
"What? Spit it out, Fostaire!"
I yelled. "I saw...I saw Grima in there." He shakily said.
"No way...unless they fragmented him like in Sacred Stones. It's possible that-" I was cut off by a scream that pierced the air. "That sounded like...Ethanial? Oh gods no…"
We rushed to the area where the scream originated. When we arrived, the most horrible thing had happened…
Yay! Chapter Two!
I will explain who Fostaire is, why my OCs have legendary weapons, and what a Reaper Crest is.
I will also explain why Jaffar and Rennac are in this.
See ya for Chapter Three! I do not own anything! Except OCs!