Saturos and Menardi

They for only a moment longer, then sudden as it became 'They,' it returned to 'You' and 'I', a pulling of one into twain. Almost more painful than to become one was to be separated. A madness of the lack of madness, of a certain logic and sudden knowledge.

Bones snapped, this time not caring in which direction, breaking. Red erupted from their skin. They were falling, becoming so much less than they had been. Smaller and smaller until it was two, standing above aerie, before the pit, facing the clouds. A feral beast, once again two little lives, tiny sparks that flickered for only moments more.

Saturos looked down at his chest, armor gone, a simple white tunic. Red poured from him, thick and dark. It was in his mouth, on his skin, everywhere but inside of his body. He struggled to breath. There was no air left for him. His skin had gone from silver to white, his scales gone pale in color.

In his hand was another, holding so tightly, with the last of the strength that remained. Her skin, deep and rose, was snow colored, whiter than Imil or Prox. Whiter than anything living should be.

But they were already dead.

"h… how…" Saturos stared because his strength was gone.

A single red tear stained Menardi's virgin cheek as her jaw hung wide. "we… were defeated…"

Saturos looked to the young boy, no older than Felix that struggled to one knee. His blue eyes caught Saturos's. Saturos coughed, the air leaving him completely. The boy frowned, stumbling away, lying on the ground before them, staring as red fell into it's own puddle at his feet, muddling in the rain.

"It is over," Isaac said softly.

Saturos felt air gather one last time inside him. His mouth twitched, the corner turning up into a smile. "…no."

The hand on his wrist became tight one last time. "Saturos…"

His eyes went wide for a moment, knees giving way. The hand stayed with him, his female beside him, and her male beside her. Her pulse echoed as they fell, heat surrounding them, little lights growing, blinding themselves in endless white.

And still the darkness was coming. So quickly, yet never reaching. Two hands, two pulses, careening for mere moments, and falling for hours, content to be two separate beings, forever after known as 'They.'

And it ended.

Aaleen

The ground turned from volcanic ash to snow as a giant red being, bleeding, slowly dragged his legs and gigantic arms in the, what is now snow. It tried to get as far away from the volcano as possible. As the day comes to an end it reaches the top of a mountain, it sees a town with smoke coming out of chimneys on some of the houses.

Then another being clad in icy blue armor jumps down from nowhere and cuts down the already dead yet walking demon with an icy blow of its long blue sword.

The demon lying in the snow watched the being walk to the town to leave him lay to die.

He lay there……….Bleeding……………Dying…………

With his last ounce of strength he mutters the word, "Father….."

The demon dies.

Senriou

The tiny boy was nowhere to be found. The four foot wonderer passed from one village to the next only to vanish upon a single sighting. Wandering eyes would catch a glimpse before blinking in question as to the existence of that small figure exiting their town walls. Rumors whispered the child had strange pointy ears, skin ever so pale and a head of lengthy, sky-blue hair that wafted on an invisible wind. In the childs’ path there came no echo of sound as his ghost-like, dirty, and naked feet touched earth. It was said the little babe wore clothes of mystery in a style most foreign; ankle length pants of a dark blue that would puff outward toward the end, a navy fabric trimmed with gold would grace lightly over these pants extending from under the torso covered in metal plates akin to some form of armor and his shoulders were dressed in silver that crested off from a spike resting atop a jewel on both sides of his plated neck. An interesting observation; at the child’s back side sprouted miniature dove feathered wings of a bright crimson and below the waist came a little swishing tail adorned with infant like down feathered on its tip.

In the shadows of the child’s path hid a man of age and sights. His sagging eyes were focused on the child watching as he silently trekked his way to a destination unknown to the man. The child’s head rose up suddenly no longer staring hazed towards the frozen horizon. The man looked to the sky and a sneeze issued from the child. Eyes redirected and the child was stumbling backwards towards the shadows. His calculated and drone like steppes long replaced by stumbling and unfocused ones. The child fell into the old man’s waiting arms. His eyes were a vivid green that clouded over shut as the childs’ head tilted on a shoulder. The man made a quick touch of the neck and stood up instantly facing the dirt path. He could spot the smoke rising from the chimney of a single house way out in the frozen distance.

He took a cautious step forward eyes locked onto the child’s pale face. He did not stir but remained motionless as the wind.

future of the past

Senriou kicked his foot out behind him sending the back-attacker rolling down the hill and into the blood stained mote. The invaders still kept charging. Even after he set fire to their leader and had split the second-in-command in two halves. His double bladed scythe glimmered crimson in the light of the moon and Senriou brought its trusty sickles behind his neck to dismember the hand of the back attacker. This was easy, stand like a statue and hack apart those that think that they have a moment to strike.

More troops had arrived swarming over the hills and riding their serpents over the motes. He could smell their rancid odors. An army fresh from a foreign invasion come to test their luck against his force. Now was not their correct choice. The new leader rushed up to his back attempting a cowardly strike but Senriou simply spun ‘round parrying the foes’ katana with the silver pole of his scythe. The force was surprisingly strong and both warriors had to struggle against the reacting force reverberating up their arms. They pulled back suddenly the invader moving slower as he was half demon. Senriou took the moment to strike and the foreigner started with fear glazed eyes as the demon brought his weapon above his head and made to sever his flesh in two halves or maybe a dozen.

Aaleen noticed his ally fight off the enemies from Seriyu. Senriou was struggling with his draining strength against to best the invaders leader. He knew Suvion understood his bloodlust and snarled as the half demon made to force Senriou to act on it. Aaleen blocked a foolish cut with his jeweled blade and blasted the dozen swarming soldiers away from him sending them and icicles into the frigid mote. His undivided attention was on Senriou. His partner lunged at Suvion who blocked instinctively against the crazed strikes of sadism.

The two fighters were but shadow s against the darkening sky and Aaleen could only make out the battle by the glinting weapons clashing against each other between himself and the pale crescent. There came a thundering clash, and Aaleen started alert, with quick eyes, Senriou drove the sharp point of his scythe across Suvions’ neck and said victims’ sword stabbed directly into the soft tissue at the base of Senrious’ neck. Aaleen ignored the incoming soldiers and rushed up the hill.

The cold steel drove into his flesh and Senriou retorted with hacking Suvions’ heart out with his claws. A shudder ran through his body and his grip on his scythe weakened considerably bringing a fallen scythe that went rolling down-hill and a sharp wave of dizziness. The demon watched his weapon role away from him and with the free hand attempted to remove the breath-halting metal that was stabbed completely through his neck.

No sooner had his shaking hands reached the blood-stained hilt did Senrious’ body lurch forward and plunge down the cliff. Aaleen materialized before the demon would fall into the water. He pulled the blade from his friends’ throat and tossed it behind himself. He smiled faintly hearing it imbed its pointed tip into a sneaky soldier behind him. His eyes were on Senriou who was limp in his arms. His green eyes were hazy and glazed over in a weak resentful glow.

“ Don't worry, Suvion’s lost and your land is safe. Minus the dead rotting out here.” he said to the young demon. Aaleen glanced over the moon-lit fields of ash and blood and vanished as a sword was brought down were he just stood. The man with a sword in his gut starts in disbelief blinking stupidly before getting cut down himself.

Eclipse

The light aura in the area began to fade and visibility was regained. There lay a, mid to tall sized, being covered in a black cape with a slight dark aura sill emitting off of it. A man in light shades of yellow white and grey is standing in front of him with his sword raised to the air.

Behind him is an army wearing light shades of yellow and white cheering. Some are chasing down some of the fleeing army who wear black with streaks of blue.

The being looks up at the man and with his last ounce of strength murmurs, "….Anew…"

The being's head falls to the ground and the man kicks him down to the army.

Yevendale

"Ahhhhhh!"

A teenager yells as a Yeti claws his chest.

"Alex help!" he yells.

The boy blocks the Yeti's next strike as the other boy named Alex backs away in fear.

"ALEX!"

The snow turns red and the boy backs down the mountain beginning to run.

Zabeotaur

A purple-blue flash comes across the face of a wind dragon and then down an ice dragons chest.

Two elder adepts, one of Jupiter and one of Mercury, call up a powerful storm ball and launches at a tall dark warrior clad in purple-blue armor with a mystic sword.

He blocks it and it rolls on the sword. It stays there rolling for a moment then the warrior launches it at the two elders. The dragons fly in the way of the ball and are stunned. They fall to the ground.

Next, the elders summon two smaller balls each and launches all four at the warrior.

The warrior blocks the first and launches it at the second and then nearly misses the third but launches it at the fourth, it misses and comes straight at him and hits him dead straight on the chest.

The warrior has a dent and crack on his armor. It cracks and falls to the ground. With a whole in his armor his tunic shows to be the same color but now in a swirl instead of a sort or rain.

He lunges at the two elders and they both create barriers and he slashes his blade on them just to be thrown back against the wall. He falls to the ground pushes himself up and falls back down.

The two elders yet again summon a large ball of energy but even greater and launches it at the fallen warrior.

When the smoke fades away there is a great crater and the warrior is gone.

Outside of the mountain he lay there breathing fast and hard.

He slowly dies in a puddle of blood.

Navia

"So what do you want reaper?" a small girl in blue asked.

"I just want one thing……… your soul." A skeleton in a black cloak holding a big scythe said.

"Why is that?" the small girl asked.

"Your soul is………unique."

"And what do I get?"

"Death!" it said as it leaped at her.

Blood trickled down, in a thin river, the dark hill.

A.N. still more to come just need to find the characters and update prologue. Srry no spoilers : P