Some time ago…before the events of book I …

Here's a little prologue for Book two…I borrowed a few ideas for this book from the game Devil May Cry 4, which is property of Capcom, and not mine.

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Some time ago…before the events of book I …

Morning crept over the canyon…the dead, barren canyon, in the lands that some of the bravest sharpteeth would not dare stray into. All that now lived in this area were insects…and skeletons. Bones from many different skeletons populated and intermingled in the area, creating quite a diversity of death.

This was not always a barren land, though…it was once home to many different dinosaurs…among them, Littlefoot's family, even. It was very much a shell of its former self, a land not much different from the great valley, before the volcanoes and earthshakes…particularly the great earthshake where Littlefoot's mother died, ripped it to shreds.

The saddest fact of all, however, were the number of young, small skeletons, that lay alongside the remains of the adults…spry, juvenile dinosaurs, all robbed of their chance to live life…all died never knowing the gentle light and safety of the great valley.

Dust crawled in the wind over the bottom of the canyon, lightly blowing a few lighter bones over the rocky floor. It provided the only activity that this disorganized cemetery usually knew…but today, something unusual was about to happen.

A few bones suddenly began to move in one area…not carried by wind, but by an unknown force that had somehow made its way into the canyon. Several others soon joined these few, defying the laws of gravity, as they rolled up along an upraised section of a floor.

They all headed for a single skull on the floor…the skull of a young threehorn.

The bones soon settled into the spot, and slowly began to organize themselves. More dust blew over the bones, as they cracked, and snapped into place as they found their proper spots. What little organic material remained on the joints soon began to multiply, making strings of muscle and blood vessel spread from each of the joints, and encircle all of the bones slowly…

The forming tissue began to form an outline of the body that used to encase the skeleton, as more tissue went inside of the outline, and began to reform all the internal organs slowly. The outlining tissue covered this activity within seconds, and began to solidify into muscle mass.

The child's head slowly raised, as the body was still without skin…the child then took a gentle breath with its eyes still closed, and slowly exhaled…from the sound of the exhalation, the child was female, as her body slowly grew a covering of orange skin under the sunlight.

The threehorn girl slowly opened her eyes…her vision was blurry, very blurry, as the fluids in her eyes still tried to organize properly. The sights around her swirled, as she remained laying down on the rock, feeling very disoriented.

The visions in her eyes finally settled, leaving her free to fully observe the area where she had perished in her previous life. She saw the bones around her, heard the wind blowing, and could even smell the death in the air…but she could remember nothing.

She rolled onto her side and breathed again, sighing gently, as she looked ahead and saw another skeleton…this one was clearly an adult, as it was much larger than the other bones that were strewn around her body. She felt drawn to this particular corpse, for some reason, as she stared into where its eyes had been for what seemed like an eternity.

It was then that she began to hear voices in her head…the frantic sounds of an adult female, telling her children to run…the ever-present rumble of an earthshake…the screaming of children…and the roaring of sharpteeth.

She closed her head and grunted, trying to get this noise out of her head, but failing. Then like a sudden spark in her brain cells, she suddenly began to remember…just little bits and pieces, but from them, she was able to put the general idea of what had happened together.

She rolled back onto her stomach, and looked sadly down at the smaller bones around her…she now realized that they were all that remained of her sisters. She then looked over to the corpse of the adult, and breathed heavily with emotion.

"Mother…" she exhaled, speaking her first words in quite some time, as she closed her eyes. The reality of her loneliness sank in, as a single tear ran down her cheek, mourning the loss of her entire family…nothing more now than casualties of the sharpteeth…those murderers, she thought to herself.

This last thought was what began to fuel the girl, as she felt her new life force coursing through her. Shakily, she brought her right front leg up, and began to push herself up on it, trying to get her other legs to contribute slowly. Steadily, she raised herself up onto limbs that had not been utilized for some time, willing her body out of atrophy one step at a time.

Her activity, and the return of her scent, caught the attention of a scavenger…a lone sharptooth, close to the extended graveyard. It turned and growled hungrily as it tracked her down with its large nose, sniffing around in the air as its feet tromped through the fields of bones.

The threehorn girl struggled to lift herself out of the canyon, as she heard the growling…she wondered how, as the sharptooth she spotted was a long way off, but she heard it nonetheless.

As the sharptooth turned and roared at her, part of her wanted to run, like the days of old…but there was something else in her too…a hatred…an intense hatred…she didn't remember much of her past life, but she knew somehow that sharpteeth were responsible for the death of her, and her family…she couldn't ignore this burning energy within her, no matter how much bigger the sharptooth was.

The sharptooth readied itself for a chase, before being presented with something it had not anticipated…the threehorn girl was now running towards it…almost as if she was presenting herself as a meal…at least that's how the sharptooth saw it.

The girl ran and ran with an increasing force in her step, tapping into an inner strength she never knew she had, grimacing angrily at the sharptooth…the giant lizard stood his ground, unimpressed, as he roared and brought his head down, opening his large mouth as she got closer…

What happened next was an absolute shock to the sharptooth…As he bent down, the threehorn girl ran under its jaw, and jumped into the air, shrieking in hatred as she headbutted its stomach. The headbutt sent a tremendous amount of power into the sharptooth, sending it flying into the air…the sharptooth squealed in surprise as it found itself hurtling through the air, before landing into a big pile of bones below. It hit its head hard on a rock as well, knocking it into unconsciousness.

The threehorn girl breathed slowly as she took a moment to realize what she had just done…she had just beaten a creature that was 10 times her size, like it was nothing…she analyzed the situation further…the moment when she hit the creature, she felt some kind of flash come over her…and for that split second, she felt like she had become…something else…

"What's happened to me?" she quietly asked herself.

"You've been given a new life, child…" A deep male voice responded behind her.

The girl turned quickly, to see the form of an albino Threehorn walking towards her. His eyes were blood red, as he gazed upon the new prodigy with interest.

"I suppose you have million questions to ask now…" He spoke again. "I may not have all million answers for you…but I shall do my best."

The girl narrowed her eyes, feeling uneasy, but standing her ground…she figured he may be the only one who could give her any at all information.

"Who are you…my father?"

The adult shook his head. "No…my name is Agnus, and I am to be your guide."

"Guide?" The girl gave him a funny look. "What could you possibly offer me guidance for?"

"I understand that you're confused now…" Agnus persevered as he walked closer. "But there are certain things I can tell you…like why you've been brought back from the dead…and why you were just able to defeat a sharptooth by yourself…"

"All right…" the girl nodded slowly. "Why am I alive, then?"

"You have been chosen, young one…chosen to be the first of a new breed…" Agnus walked around her slowly. "A breed that will eventually end the destructive war with dark forces that rages on in worlds beyond this one…"

"What are you talking about?" The girl looked herself over. "I still look like a normal threehorn…"

"No, child…" Agnus shook his head again. "Only on the surface do you resemble your former self…but deep down, you are Prince Abadon's secret creation…the answer to the plague of the Progenitor…you are a Seraphim."

The girl shook her head quickly and sighed. "You're getting way too strange on me, sir…" She began to walk off. "Goodbye."

"Where will you go?" Agnus shot back to her. "Hm?…with your mother dead, your sisters dead, and your father nowhere to be found?…any other relatives you can recall?"

The girl froze as she kept her back turned to him.

"I'm all you have now, Child…" Agnus spoke more tenderly this time. "I'd hate to see you turn me away for a life of solitude…a life without meaning…"

The girl looked over at the canyon, where the remains of her mother and sisters were…a single tear ran down her cheek once more, before she slowly turned back to Agnus…

"Very well…" She lowered her head, as she walked towards him, waiting for him to lead the way.

Agnus nodded as he turned and walked down a path, with the girl following behind.

"Don't be sad, child…" Agnus spoke comfortingly. "Soon you'll learn how to harness your new abilities, and a whole universe of opportunities will open up to you…in no time at all, this barren land will become a distant memory to you…you'll see."

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Kyrie went over those last words of Agnus in her mind as she sat peacefully by the Big Water once more…Kyrie was the name given to the threehorn girl, after not being able to remember her old one.

Indeed that first day of her new life did seem like a distant memory…she had learned so much since then. She had learned about Stolas, and the culture of the people, who often hid their faces from foreigners…and about the emergence of the Progenitor, and the threat his creations posed to every world, including her own.

She heard the footsteps of Agnus behind her once more, as she turned to look at him.

"The Progenitor has made his move against the planet of Udlow, the long time ally of Stolas." He announced to her.

"Has he sent in the Balaur?" She asked him, almost eagerly.

"He has…" Agnus nodded. "Thus, the time has come to make yourself known to our enemies…"

"Excellent…" She tried not to smile too much as she rose onto all fours, looking towards the sky.

"May the gods smile upon you, Kyrie…" Agnus spoke once more, invoking the gods of Stolian mythology.

Kyrie nodded slowly, before her form suddenly changed in a flash…

The few dinosaurs in the area looked up to see an unusual form taking to the skies…It was the shape of a humanoid female, covered in white plumage with blue skin underneath…horns protruded from her head, the face still retaining the basic shape of her threehorn state, only with blue skin and glowing yellow eyes.

She carried a large golden sword in her right hand, with an ornate shield attached to her left wrist…her long tail flowed behind her, as did the talons of her feet, while her impressive white and gold wings carried her to the very top of the world.

As she entered the vast darkness of space, her wings morphed, glowing with a firey golden force, as she took off at an incredible speed, headed towards her first planet away from earth…and towards her first mission for Prince Abbadon.