Hey there!

This is the author, Rayne (Hellfire Writes). You may remember me as Asuragetsfalconpunched or as Rayne Falcon-Punches Hanson. You may remember me as neither.

I hate doing things like this (uploading a "chapter" that's more or less just me talking followed by a short excerpt), but it's a necessary evil. I have things I need to talk about concerning this.

First and foremost... This story was among the first that I was ever confident enough to keep posted even after my writing style began to improve. It's always had a special place in my heart as one of the series I was more fond of. It's one of my babies, honestly.

And that's why now, over five years after its initial completion, it's at long last receiving a rewrite!

I love this story, I really do, but I do not love my old writing style. I feel as if this story could have been written better, that it could have been done more justice, that I could have tried harder on it. And maybe I'm just being sentimental or too hard on myself, but it hardly matters. The point is that I'm finally confident enough in my writing to undertake the rewriting process for this story! I have a couple of the chapters rewritten already, actually.

The rewrite has been uploaded (sooner than I initially planned) under the name of "Izaya and Teko: The Dark Eco Legacy (REWRITE)". Featured below is a short excerpt of the first chapter of the rewrite, as is my custom.

Thanks for taking the time to read this little note!

-Hellfire Writes

Chapter 1: Dark Eco and A Sage (EXCERPT)

It all started something like a year ago.

Before I get into it, I really think that now would be the best time for me to introduce myself. My name is Izaya. When this story began, I was 16, scrawny, and had really only ever done one notable thing (aside from befriending a girl around my age from Sandover named Teko), and that was hunting Metal Heads as a favor to both Samos and the Mayor. At the time, I had three concerns in the world: following Samos' orders in a timely fashion, keeping Teko and myself alive in the process, and having some fun.

Now, like most tales, especially the one probably most prominently on your mind given the mentions of Sandover and Samos, this tale began with a simple act of disobedience on the part of a couple of dumb kids. Big surprise, right?

Yeah. Teenagers are all idiots.

Despite various warnings from Samos, the two of us hijacked the Fisherman's speedboat one fine morning, intent on travelling to Myriad Isle and having a nice look 'round. You know―for fun. Because wandering around places you've been warned against wandering around in due to high levels of danger is always fun.

For those wondering, Myriad Isle is a small island roughly a mile and a half East of Misty Island, and is composed of largely the same basic layout, to the point of looking like a mirrored copy. Biggest difference was that Misty Island was almost entirely drenched in fog at all times, while Myriad Isle was relatively free of it and had a rather long history of making people think they were crazy due to some assorted illusions here and there.

Though I wasn't supposed to go there either, I'd been to Misty Island several times and by now knew it almost like the back of my hand. I'd wandered it plenty against Samos' wishes, and by some small miracle he never found out.

The allure of Myriad Isle, to me, was that it was new. It was a new place, easily accessible, and with an interesting history. Of course a bored 16 year old girl who was best friends with someone who only fed into her bad ideas would want to check out a place like that. Especially if someone told her not to.

That's just how the world works.