Chapter 1
The sound of birds chirping woke Nash, he looked up and saw the white celing of the room in which he lay. Was it all just a bad dream? Nash remembered the horror of Zaj's dead body, was it even Zaj in the first place? Nash was confused, how could someone possibly survive what he done to Zaj? He was certain it was an illusion, he was only hallucinating, at least that's what he wanted to believe.
Nash walked out the building, so deep in thought he forgot to have breakfast. The sky was dark a storm was on it's way, no doubt, so it be wise not to leave the town. The mere thought of Zaj still alive spooked Nash, upset him. His stomach felt strange, fear was it's cause.
Lightning flashed in the sky and thunder rumbled soon after. Nash looked up, rain began to fall. Nash took his stare from the sky. The rain began to lash down, Nash ran for the inn, but something cought his eye. Sitting on a near bench was a little boy, no older than five, he held someting like a figure, no a doll. Nash approached him.
"Hey, kid, you better get inside, you'll catch a cold." Nash said. the boy didn't stir he was obviously in a little world of his own with his doll. Nash gave the kid a soft shake. "Hello? Kid, you better get indoors"
The boy looked up, his eyes seemed to stare into nothingness. He smiled then raised his hands. The little doll raised too and stood in thin air. Nash looked confused at the boy. He stared back, he had a pair of glasses just like Zaj's. Now that he thought about it this kid was like a younger version of Zaj. No, it wasn't possible, this kid just looked like Zaj, nothing more. Nash realised something, that doll was him!
The boy twiched his two index fingers slightly causing the arms of the doll to move. Nash felt a sharp pain shoot from his figertips to the top of his arms.
"ARRRGGHHHHH!!!!" Nash screamed. "What the hell are you up to!?" the boy smiled, it was definatly Zaj's smile. The boy twiched his two middle fingers slightly causing the dolls legs to move and the same sharp pain to flow up Nash's legs. The pain was unbareable, Nash fell to the ground unable to stop the child. He wasn't sure what the boy done next, but the sharp pain flowed over his back and he fell into an unconscious state.
* * * * *
Zaj walked through Muse. He smiled slightly. (Nash's such a fool). Ever since Zaj found that Rune he felt although he had been able to express his real self. The illiousions he was able to create were oustanding and so real, this truely was revenge for what Nash did to him a few years ago. He could almost hear the sound of Nash's spine cracking.
What to do next? Was the question Zaj asked himself. Just then his head throbbed. The pain was extreme and he fell to his knees. It was definatly true, Runes were a curse, but hey were special in their own ways. Zaj had never felt this before and it was alough the only way to cure it was to kill, to see more blood, to make others suffer. He was no Luca Blight, but he bagan to wonder if perhaps Luca held a Rune similar, no, he was just plain insane. Zaj could now see what joy he found from the thrill of the battlefield and felt like he wanted to be there himself, but it just wasn't him, he'd rather murder people in dark allyways.
He remembered reading about this particular Rune: The True Darkness Rune, it cousumes it's holder and causes them to do inhuman things, it can only be stopped by the holder of another True Rune, once chosen it's master it won't obey another. But how Zaj got it, he doesn't know. It just appeared, that's all he can remember, along with some bad memories, nothing cheerful seemed to exist within him.
He decided his next move, perhaps if he could kill the holders of all the other Ture Rune holders in the area and destroy the Runes no one would be able to do anything about his actions. He smiled, yes, that was definatly what he was going to do. Jowston Castle was only accross the lake. He could picture in now, Riou begging like a dog for his pitiful life, Luca wouldn't have to bother himself to kill the little prick, he was as good as dead.
The sound of birds chirping woke Nash, he looked up and saw the white celing of the room in which he lay. Was it all just a bad dream? Nash remembered the horror of Zaj's dead body, was it even Zaj in the first place? Nash was confused, how could someone possibly survive what he done to Zaj? He was certain it was an illusion, he was only hallucinating, at least that's what he wanted to believe.
Nash walked out the building, so deep in thought he forgot to have breakfast. The sky was dark a storm was on it's way, no doubt, so it be wise not to leave the town. The mere thought of Zaj still alive spooked Nash, upset him. His stomach felt strange, fear was it's cause.
Lightning flashed in the sky and thunder rumbled soon after. Nash looked up, rain began to fall. Nash took his stare from the sky. The rain began to lash down, Nash ran for the inn, but something cought his eye. Sitting on a near bench was a little boy, no older than five, he held someting like a figure, no a doll. Nash approached him.
"Hey, kid, you better get inside, you'll catch a cold." Nash said. the boy didn't stir he was obviously in a little world of his own with his doll. Nash gave the kid a soft shake. "Hello? Kid, you better get indoors"
The boy looked up, his eyes seemed to stare into nothingness. He smiled then raised his hands. The little doll raised too and stood in thin air. Nash looked confused at the boy. He stared back, he had a pair of glasses just like Zaj's. Now that he thought about it this kid was like a younger version of Zaj. No, it wasn't possible, this kid just looked like Zaj, nothing more. Nash realised something, that doll was him!
The boy twiched his two index fingers slightly causing the arms of the doll to move. Nash felt a sharp pain shoot from his figertips to the top of his arms.
"ARRRGGHHHHH!!!!" Nash screamed. "What the hell are you up to!?" the boy smiled, it was definatly Zaj's smile. The boy twiched his two middle fingers slightly causing the dolls legs to move and the same sharp pain to flow up Nash's legs. The pain was unbareable, Nash fell to the ground unable to stop the child. He wasn't sure what the boy done next, but the sharp pain flowed over his back and he fell into an unconscious state.
* * * * *
Zaj walked through Muse. He smiled slightly. (Nash's such a fool). Ever since Zaj found that Rune he felt although he had been able to express his real self. The illiousions he was able to create were oustanding and so real, this truely was revenge for what Nash did to him a few years ago. He could almost hear the sound of Nash's spine cracking.
What to do next? Was the question Zaj asked himself. Just then his head throbbed. The pain was extreme and he fell to his knees. It was definatly true, Runes were a curse, but hey were special in their own ways. Zaj had never felt this before and it was alough the only way to cure it was to kill, to see more blood, to make others suffer. He was no Luca Blight, but he bagan to wonder if perhaps Luca held a Rune similar, no, he was just plain insane. Zaj could now see what joy he found from the thrill of the battlefield and felt like he wanted to be there himself, but it just wasn't him, he'd rather murder people in dark allyways.
He remembered reading about this particular Rune: The True Darkness Rune, it cousumes it's holder and causes them to do inhuman things, it can only be stopped by the holder of another True Rune, once chosen it's master it won't obey another. But how Zaj got it, he doesn't know. It just appeared, that's all he can remember, along with some bad memories, nothing cheerful seemed to exist within him.
He decided his next move, perhaps if he could kill the holders of all the other Ture Rune holders in the area and destroy the Runes no one would be able to do anything about his actions. He smiled, yes, that was definatly what he was going to do. Jowston Castle was only accross the lake. He could picture in now, Riou begging like a dog for his pitiful life, Luca wouldn't have to bother himself to kill the little prick, he was as good as dead.