Title: Black Blood
Author: Draco Silver
E-Mail: Draco_silver@hotmail.com
Notes: None
Warning: None PG
Prologue
Long, Long before your distant ancestors there existed a race. This race lived in joint with the early human race. The race was split into two different sides the good and the evil. The Good existed in the light ad fed on knowledge. The good helped the humans to survive by protecting and teaching them. The evil existed in the pure darkness of night. The evil plagued the human's because they enjoyed fear and fed on their red blood. The human race became fond of the two-sided race and decided that they should have a name. The good became known as the Angles and the evil became know as demons. The race seemed to like the names and came to call each other by it. The most Honorable and smartest of the angles became known as white angels. Where the most evil and blood thirsty of the demons became known as the blood demons. But as in any world respect with time makes people become engrossed in themselves. The human race's respect turned to loathing and fear. The angels ruled the day knowing that the humans could do nothing against there power and the demons ruled the night fearing there evil. The angels soon became jealous of the fear and respect the humans gave to the demon and a war broke out. For a long age the demons and the angels fought but as in all tales the good won. With the demons destroyed the angels thought that the human race would show more respect to them but it was the other race. The threat of attack gone the humans rose up against the angels and threw them out of their villages. As time passed the Angels became a ting of lore and tale. Till the day the demons returned a small clan of Blood Demons had survived the war by hiding and they had bread many a strong child. Then at the dawning of a new day they attacked to show not only there power over the day and the angels but there power the humans. The Blood demons quickly killed thousands of humans becoming stronger with each kill. Then a brave Angel came to stop them, not knowing if he even could. He attack using all his power and skill. For three long days and four long nights he fought injuring many of the blood demons but still more where coming from the cover they had taken. The fore of evil overpowered him in one stunning mass attack tearing him apart. With his dieing breath the brave angle seals not only his fate but the demons as well. Using a dark secret the angels had learned he sealed his entire race in grains of sand that where scatted by the wind. The spells power could only be broken when the death and bloodshed of that day was matched. Then one of each side tot eh race would be released. The humans where forever grateful for the gift the angel gave them. But as time passed the angels and the Demons became history. History became tale, tale became legend, legend became lore, lore became lost and the human race forgot the power of the sand that they lived with. But though forgotten the grain of san lay in wait for a wave of death and hate to free them and for them to regain their power over the world.
End.
Prologue
Long, Long before your distant ancestors there existed a race. This race lived in joint with the early human race. The race was split into two different sides the good and the evil. The Good existed in the light ad fed on knowledge. The good helped the humans to survive by protecting and teaching them. The evil existed in the pure darkness of night. The evil plagued the human's because they enjoyed fear and fed on their red blood. The human race became fond of the two-sided race and decided that they should have a name. The good became known as the Angles and the evil became know as demons. The race seemed to like the names and came to call each other by it. The most Honorable and smartest of the angles became known as white angels. Where the most evil and blood thirsty of the demons became known as the blood demons. But as in any world respect with time makes people become engrossed in themselves. The human race's respect turned to loathing and fear. The angels ruled the day knowing that the humans could do nothing against there power and the demons ruled the night fearing there evil. The angels soon became jealous of the fear and respect the humans gave to the demon and a war broke out. For a long age the demons and the angels fought but as in all tales the good won. With the demons destroyed the angels thought that the human race would show more respect to them but it was the other race. The threat of attack gone the humans rose up against the angels and threw them out of their villages. As time passed the Angels became a ting of lore and tale. Till the day the demons returned a small clan of Blood Demons had survived the war by hiding and they had bread many a strong child. Then at the dawning of a new day they attacked to show not only there power over the day and the angels but there power the humans. The Blood demons quickly killed thousands of humans becoming stronger with each kill. Then a brave Angel came to stop them, not knowing if he even could. He attack using all his power and skill. For three long days and four long nights he fought injuring many of the blood demons but still more where coming from the cover they had taken. The fore of evil overpowered him in one stunning mass attack tearing him apart. With his dieing breath the brave angle seals not only his fate but the demons as well. Using a dark secret the angels had learned he sealed his entire race in grains of sand that where scatted by the wind. The spells power could only be broken when the death and bloodshed of that day was matched. Then one of each side tot eh race would be released. The humans where forever grateful for the gift the angel gave them. But as time passed the angels and the Demons became history. History became tale, tale became legend, legend became lore, lore became lost and the human race forgot the power of the sand that they lived with. But though forgotten the grain of san lay in wait for a wave of death and hate to free them and for them to regain their power over the world.
End.