Terrador awoke to drops of water trickling his face. In his drowsy condition he had no idea how to react. At first he placed an open palm at the water in an effort to stop it. After realizing that didn't work he simply moved out the way. The shelter fell apart and the warrior emerged from it. The night time downpour had left a cold mist shrouding the mountainside. The Geomancer retreated back in his shelter finding the weather uncomfortable. He was accustomed to this by now, adapting to the harsh environments. He learned unfathomable patience to avoid hazardous situations such as this.
Hours passed and he exited the dome yet again. The sun had come out and the temperature climbed dramatically, exceeding the comfort zone a bit, but it wasn't a bother to him. He approached the nearby lake, kneeling down in front of it and placing his open palms in, filling them with water and drinking from them. After satisfying his thirst he veered once more to the gray blur that was Station Square. He looked down at his open palm as he clenched it into a tight fist, the green marking glowing briefly. He sighed deeply before rocks formed at his feet, utilizing them as skates to head for the city. He knew these mountains by now, but he had not been near the city since his seclusion. It didn't take him long to reach his destination. He traversed through vast waterfalls and scaled down hills almost reaching a 90 degree angle.
Upon arrival from the enduring and agonizing trip the rocks vanished and he felt the blazing concrete on his bare feet. He ignored the scorching pain and searched for anything that might aid him in his quest. The city was relatively loud and crowded instead of the quiet and vacant lifestyle he was used to. A suspicious figure quickly got his attention. He saw nothing more than the backside. A hooded black trench coat covered his body. The figure turned his head, enough for Terrador to see glowing red eyes from under the hood covering the rest of his head. The figure let out a smug grin, exposing his long fangs before turning forward to flee. Terrador wasted not a second and pursued. He followed the figure into a nearby forest where he lost all track of him. He stopped briefly to look around. For a second he froze and squinted his eyes. He turned around and created a wall of earth and almost instantly a dagger nearly penetrated the wall considering it was only compressed dirt. The tip of the blade stopped inches from his face. Terrador pushed the wall forward, watching it hover above the ground for a bit before collapsing and creating a cloud of smoke. Out of this smoke a figure approached Terrador snickering deviously.
"You're pretty quick. I usually get people with that." he spoke in his raspy voice. The smoke cleared and the sight of similar black hooded trench coat came into view. Those same glowing red eyes stared deeply at him. He also saw a pair of black jeans and dark knee-high boots. A wide assortment of pockets and chains were scattered around his attire. What Terrador didn't see was a plethora of daggers concealed within the clothing. Claws were seen on the finger-less, black, leather gloves. The figure removed his hood, revealing his triangular perked ears. He was an albino wolf.
"It's been a long four years, Terrador Bellator." he stated.
"Who are you, and how do you know my name!" Terrador demanded.
"My identity is none of your concern. My only objective is start what I should have four years ago." he persisted drawing a hand inside his coat. Terrador braced himself for anything. The wolf dashed at him, bombarding him with a barrage of punches and kicks. They were rather slow and Terrador easily dodged them, or so he thought. He was knocked back heavily confused.
"His attacks are slow, and yet he somehow managed to strike me. Either he's quicker than he puts off or he has some kind of hidden power." he thought to himself. A sharp pain consumed him. Placing a hand to the source of the pain he brought it up and noticed blood covering his hand. Three diagonal slashes from the wolf's claws marked his chest. His eyelids felt heavy, and his vision became weak. He soon found it hard to stand and he lost consciousness from loss of blood.
Flashback: The same day as his previous dream
The twelve year old Terrador had finished lunch and continued to train. Later, deep in the night's drift, he awoke to his father shaking him by the shoulders.
"Father, what's wrong?" he asked rubbing his eyes. Quake sighed and prepared to speak, somewhat hesitant as he began.
"Son, quite some time ago your mother and I ceased these villain's knavish plans and the leader placed a large bounty over our head. Assassins are in the house. They captured her and are now attempting to use her as bait to lure me in." he said awkwardly calm
"We must save her!" Terrador panicked jolting out of bed. His father stopped him, however.
"Please son, calm down. It's useless, they have strength in numbers." he insisted.
"Then what do you suppose I do?" he pleaded near tears. Quake opened a nearby window.
"Make your escape while I distract them." he replied.
"No! I can't do that. You expect me to just abandon my own parents!" he bellowed.
"This is our responsibility and there is no reason for you to get involved." he implied. Terrador stared into his father's emerald eyes with tears flowing through his.
"This is madness! I don't believe this."
A loud noise was heard from downstairs.
"Go now! There isn't much time." he snapped as he made his exit. Terrador veered at his father as tears flooded his eyes. He swallowed his reluctance and made his departure though the window. His house was two stories with his room being on the top floor. Upon contact with the ground he rolled to the side to prevent injury. He couldn't afford even the smallest one at this point. In the distance he heard a battle going on. He hesitated to move on, however he fought against himself and fled. He ran and ran thankfully with nobody attacking him. He soon found himself alone deep in the mountainside. At one point his body ached tremendously to the extent his legs could no longer support him. He dropped to the ground breathing heavily and skeptical about the events that just transpired. He sat there weeping for a fair amount of time, finally gathering himself and observed his background. From that day on he went under intense self-training and secluded himself in those mountains fearing those same people would attack him. Thoughts of avenging his fallen parents crowded his mind nearly everyday.
End of flashback
