Chronicles of Fate

Chapter One - The beginning of it all

A/N: Well! I decided to write more today. This chapter will be much longer so don't fret. The review I got gave me the inspiration to go on. But no the rider is not Trunks...You'll find out soon enough.

Disclaimer: None of the Dragonball characters are mine. This story is.

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The hooves of the horse ceased to gallop rapidly as it cantered into the village. Anyone would have the desire to scream or cover his or her faces and run away. The rider shuddered silently while tightening the grip around the horse's reins. Corpses thrown clumsily in the streets, blood flowed like a small river of anguish, ashes rising from the burnt cottages. Surely no village, no matter how bad its inhabitants were, did not deserve such an ending. No man in the village, no matter how strong he was managed to contain the creatures from the underworld.

Creatures from the underworld... it was rumoured that they were blood thirsty, destroyers of life and bore no emotions. Why it was bad enough with goblins running around in the woods grunting. The rider slid off from the horse's back clutching a staff. This was not going to be an easy task..at all. Patting the horse gently to move back to the outskirts for safety, the young warrior faced the village, alone. Monsters of evil were not earthly creatures. They would end up killing whatever came in their hands. That was a known fact. They had to be slayed.

Staring straight at the huge creature that had just beheaded a villager the warrior gripped the staff tighter. An ogre, a strong monster born to kill. Its fangs were huge and bloody. Its eyes were like two bloody spheres. It growled at the intruder. The first move was vital. It would determine everything. Plucking up all the courage, the warrior sprang forward to attack the ogre. It was now or never. The warrior hit the ogre directly on its face but didn't stop at that. Swinging the staff the warrior passed it right through its mouth to its head. The warrior drew the bloody staff and silently watched the ogre keel over and die. The worst was over. The other creatures weren't as vicious as the ogre.

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The woman clutched her small daughter close to her horrified. The girl was crying silently. The woman watched the monster with blood dripping from his mouth walk towards her and her daughter. Their hiding place was discovered. She knew she was going to face the fate of the rest of the village. Underworld creatures bore no emotions, let alone pity. Yet as she watched the monster get close to her she screamed in terror. The monster growled at the woman. It could already taste their blood. The woman closed her eyes while holding her daughter tight, praying to the gods.

A sudden blow on its head made it topple with a huge thud. Slowly the woman opened her eyes and found herself staring at a warrior with a scarf around his face so that only his eyes were visible and a bloody staff in his left hand. She did not move, in fear that this warrior's intentions were not good. Slowly the warrior removed the scarf and revealed his face. To the woman's surprise it was not a he but a she. The girl smiled encouragely while mouthing "Hurry and run away from here."

The woman picked up her little daughter and ran away silently. The girl looked darkly at the village her blue eyes now grey. There were more monsters to be killed. Would she be able to slay all of them? She heard their roars, she brandished her staff and frowned. A spell would be better to eliminate them. If only they were not so scattered randomly around the village she would have had an easy task. She drew her breath.



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A quarter of an hour later the grounds were littered with dead corpses of monsters. She continued fighting against them without ceasing. Perspiration was running down on her forehead. She was feeling hot and her legs were giving way. She leant against a wall panting heavily. There were too many of them. A flame sprang behind her, almost burning her to ashes as she staggered on her feet to face her assailer. They were like small dragons, without wings. A demon appeared from the distance carrying a huge axe. They were endless! "Damn" she growled, her eyes wide. She would never be able to live through this. Demons were notorious for their vicious nature and dangerous dark spells. She was no match to the demon.

She closed her eyes, praying the gods to aid her. Behind her she heard a voice.

"Do you need help?"

Her eyes snapped open. She spun around at the voice she heard and found herself staring at two men. One of them had a sword strapped to his back, his brows were frowning, his eyes were clear. The other one was grinning with a humorous friendly face while his onyx eyes seemed to laugh also.