A/N

So this idea came to me one day, after I learned about how many Legacy of Kain titles have been cancelled deep into production. So I took what I could find on The Dark Prophecy, and attempted to make a coherent story out of it.

I own only my own ideas.

One year later.

The Dancing Maiden was a quaint little inn in the town of Ustengrav. As far as inns go it was warm and cozy most nights. Many a weary traveller had rested comfortably here. But ther would be no easy resting tonight.

Anger. That was what a younger Kain felt. Anger towards all of his enemies. Anger at his fallen allies and kin. But mostly, anger directed towards HER, the one who betrayed him and died for the trouble.

Kain sat in an inn in Ustengrav, staring into the glowing depths of the fire place, stewing in his own rage. None dared approach him, lest they draw the ire of this stranger. He had been like this for several days now, and he had no intention of changing pace.

A knock on the table next to him disturbed his thoughts. Well now, this is certainly a brave fool, Kain thought. Maybe if I ignore him, he will take note of his unwated presence and leave mine.

But he quickly realized that this one was not going to let him alone. Kain decided that rather than turn to face him, he would simply take a blind swing in the newcomer's direction. This might have worked, too, but for a small detail.

Kain's fist never met his target. Instead, a hand caught his attack, and stopped it dead in its tracks. Not just any hand. A cold, lifeless hand with claws.

Three claws.

Kain turned so quickly as to make a hurricane seem slow. He stared for a moment, then smiled slightly. "Vorador, it has been some time since you have found the time to speak with me."

Vorador simply glared at him, before responding, "Your hiding in human towns and villages hasn't made my life easy. Tell me, were you just going to steal my greatest creation, without even asking my consent?"

At this Kain bristled, stating, "The Reaver is not yours to give."

Vorador's scowl deepened as he retorted, "Nor yours to take."

Before Kain could argue further, Vorador raised a hand in silence. "I did not come to deate the validity of your outlandish claims. I came as the bearer of news."

Kain hesitated, before his curiosity got the better of him. "What kind of news?"

Vorador leaned in closer, and in a cospiring whisper, "The kind an enemy of the Hylden would like to know. You are being hunted."

Kain nonchalantly shrugged. "By whom? I killed the Hylden lord, and scattered his Sarafan order. Who could threaten me?"

Vorador simply scowled at the younger vampire's arrogance, and turned to leave. Before exitng the building, he stopped and said over his shoulder, "Don't underestimate your enemies, Kain. They are still powerful." And then, Voradorleft leaving Kain again the solitary vampire in the Dancing Maiden.

Kain silently returned to staring into his fire, anger again in his mind.

A/N I would appreciate any and all feedback on this. As it is my first published project, I look forward to Improving as time goes on. So tell me what needs to be done, and I will spin it into the Wheel of Fate.

This is Raz1el, signing off.