One day when you least expect it, the great adventure finds you

-Ewan McGregor (OBI-WAN KENOBI!)-

10 years ago…

Location: Australia, NSW

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It was trapped.

It was born in a land of bone, of dust and death. But in this land of flesh, earth and life it thought it could make a home. Live, and survive.

It hissed in anger at the piece of creation that held it down. Large and unmoving. A large stone, old as the ground it lived upon. It flailed, struggled, tugged. But nothing would move the stone, nothing would move its fate.

How could this happen?

Why did this happen?

Fate was a cruel mistress, deciding that it would die because of a large stone. It, a creature of death and fear, with venom that could kill anything.

But it refused to surrender, refused to die.

And so it struggled, on and on it went. As the light turned to darkness, warmth turned to cold and back again as the light returned. The cycle continued, without it.

Yet it yearned to be part of the cycle, to have a bigger role than just serving as a warning to others not to make the same mistake. And as the cold returned, it wondered.

How was it to escape?

Crunch

Its head snapped up, waking from its slumber quickly, it looked around searching for the source of the sound. That's when it heard… sounds. Grunts, Growls, Hums, Squeaks and Clicks. The creature was close by.

Choosing to stay silent, it went still, its eyes quickly, frantically searching the area around, so should the creature appear, it would defend itself with fang and death.

Then, from further away, he heard yells, roars, and howls, deep and demanding. A shiver of fear traced down its spine. The distant creature was without a doubt older, which meant that the creature near was younger, smaller, a child perhaps. Which meant there was more.

Then, suddenly, it heard a yelp behind it, filled with surprise, and a hint of fear. Its eyes shoot up, to see a creature standing behind it, out of reach, looking at it with wide eyes.

The creature was an oddity, standing on 2 limbs rather than 4 as most did. It was rather straight, with an additional 2 limbs just below its neck and on the uppermost sides of its chest, sticking out to the sides, the limbs would reach down to the start of the creature's legs if they were held there. Its chest was square-like, with enough space to hold most of its organs. Sitting on top of its chest, was its neck, and then an oval-like flat face. With features, it had never seen before. On top of its head, was a tuff of brown fur, which strangely didn't seem to be what made the rest of the creature's fur, which dangled loosely from it, almost like it was only connected in certain places.

Yet, most of all were its eyes. It knew from its life, that one could tell what kind of creature something was by their eyes. And this creature's eyes were wide with surprise and fear, yet they had other emotions, foreign to it within them. The closest it could compare was the feeling it felt once it caught its meal. But beyond that, the eyes themselves were a colour he had only seen come from the injured and dying.

Blood Red.

The creature's eyes were the colour of death, of pain, of suffering, and of life all at once.

The creature seemed to be observing it, then its gaze shifted to the area around it. Almost as if it wasn't worth its time. Yet then, they returned once again. Suddenly, the creature looked up, and chirped loudly, almost like a call for attention. Almost instantly the deep sounds responded, worry, concern and fear evident in them. It was a warning. The creature chirped again, and back and forth the creature, and deep sounds conversed. Until finally, the deep one responded again with a warning, yet acceptance and caution in its sound. The creature moved its head up and down once, before turning its gaze to it.

Believing the creature was going to attack, it bared its fangs and hissed threateningly, hoping to scare off the predator. Yet the creature raised its top limbs, holding them on either side of its head, before chirping in a repetitive, soft and calming tone as it stepped back disappearing behind the rock.

It wouldn't be long before it discovered where the creature had gone, nowhere. Without warning, the stone that held it down began to move, and grunts of exertion were heard from the creature. Then, the stone-tipped back, and with wide eyes, it rushed forward from the embrace of stone and earth. It was free.

Yet, before it vanished into the seclusion and cover of nature once more, it paused. The creature had saved it, despite being frail and weak, it had proved to do what it could not. Such a debt would need to be paid. But how?

An idea came to mind, something that the creature had been taught by its forefathers. A way to restore the death in its brethren's fangs, perhaps it could do the same for the creature.

So turning around, it gazed up at the creature that had saved it and was looking at it with wonder.

And as it coiled, death gathered upon its fangs.

And it lunged high.

Bone met flesh.

Blood met air.

And soon after, it retreated back into the nature from whence it came.

None the wiser to what it had just done…

Present day…

Location: Japan, Kuoh

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I slowly opened my eyes as the embrace of slumber left me.

For a while, I just laid in bed, letting my mind wake up as my body did. Eventually, my thoughts returned to the sound that awoke me as it slowly came into focus.

It was the beeping of my alarm clock.

Groaning in annoyance, I sat up, smacking my lips, remembering the dream I had. "The same dream. Again." I muttered quietly, recalling the temple of Delphi, Apollo, and even the flaming mist serpent. I'd done the research, but I couldn't find any trace of the prophecy I had heard. Finally, I shook my head with a sigh. Standing up on the ground beside my bed, I yawned again as I stretched, before violently shaking myself to wake up completely.

A single glance at my alarm clock told me it was currently 6:30 in the morning. Turning my gaze to the rest of my room, I considered its appearance.

It, like most bedrooms, was in the shape of a large rectangle. The door was in the bottom left corner, and upon entering my bed would be directly to the right, pressed up against the wall. The floor was covered with a simple brown carpet, and my wardrobe was the entire right wall, 4 mirrored sliding planes, each the size of a door marking the 4 zones of my said wardrobe. From left to right are Random stuff, shirts, all other types of clothes, and my vast array of Fantasy books. Hanging on the wall, right behind the end of my bed so it wouldn't fall on me, was my sword. Which was actually just a decorative sword, despite that I took pride in it. The handle, handguard, and majority of its sheath were all the same shade of blue. The Handguard itself appeared similar to an elongated W. Right next to my sword, was a poster of the game BOTW, which was one of my favourite video games to play.

The walls were all painted a deep navy blue, to replicate a calming aura, while blue was also my favourite colour. Partially because I just liked it, and Partially because I was born blue because I stayed in the womb for longer than anticipated, and was being deprived of oxygen. I often joked about this to others, saying I was a Smurf.

This all went through my mind as I went through my morning stretches, a training exercise left behind from my days at BBMA karate. I would start with 30 proper pushups, then go to 30 Squats, and crunches, before repeating the three once. Then I would move on to 40 burpees, then 30 front kicks, side kicks with each leg and then finishing 30 back kicks with each leg. It kept me in shape and ensured that I was stronger than most people.

Once I was finished with that, I picked up my new school uniform and changed into it.

The Outfit itself wasn't that bad, at least compared to other Japanese high school uniforms. After putting on a plain black shirt, I tried on the long-sleeved shirt and bent my arms a couple of times, frowning at the uncomfortable sleeves. So after taking the shirt off, I looked through my wardrobe to find the summer variation of the shirt, which was the exact same with the exception of short sleeves. After putting it on, I smiled at the improvement and quickly put on the grey blazer that the school provided, however, I didn't button up either of the school's uniforms, seeing as how actually buttoning up the uniform itself wasn't in the dress-code regulations. A loophole I mercilessly exploited. After putting on the surprisingly comfortable school pants, which were the same grey as the blazer, I finished up my outfit by putting on a pair of bright blue Adidas joggers.

A positive, and negative, of this Japanese High School, was that I didn't need to wear leather shoes at all. Which was great, because leather shoes were uncomfortable. But bad because I had been buying the exact same type of leather shoes for school, for the past 7 years, straight.

After giving myself a quick once over in the mirror, I sighed. Recalling the reason we had moved to Japan.

Back when we lived in Australia, we were regenerative farmers on a 1000-acre property. Which meant that we farmed organically, and regularly rotated our livestock to fresh pastures to promote growth, fertility and regeneration in the soil, which we did with a small herd of sheep, a marginally larger herd of cows, 6 alpacas, 10 pigs, around 100 chickens ( most of which were mine because I owned the only 3 roosters, Which basically meant I named them), 3 Marammas named Marco, Polo, and Western (Or Wezz) and 2 pet dog's named Princess and Storm.

Me, and my older brother, Adrien, had been going to Karate for 8 years. And just recently I had achieved my black belt, and while I quit, I still exercised and sharpened my skills occasionally, Adrien didn't. He kept going, getting better and better, even going to the Olympics, until finally, our sensei told us if he wanted to keep growing. That it would be best if he moved to Japan and learned under a man called Gichin Funakoshi. However, my parents had decided that it would be better if we all moved to Japan to support him.

So here we were, living on 300 acres of land, and yet still owning all of our livestock since they were moved by plane because we were not going to raise new ones.

The most frustrating part of the move, however, was learning the Japanese language. Straight away I tossed etiquette out the window and stuck to learning the spoken, and written languages. (Although I would still use google translate for the written language occasionally) I was better at the spoken language than the written one without question and had a rather firm grasp of it. And I was relatively good at the Japanese written language, although I still refused to spell my name in Japanese in a show of defiance to whatever idiot decided to make it so complex.

Glancing at my reflection in the mirror once more, I stared into my own eyes.

I was by no means ugly, and I actually considered myself extremely handsome. My hair was black as the night sky, short and unstyled. At the age of 17, I stood at a rather tall 6'2 due to a combination of my Dutch heritage, and organic lifestyle. However, despite my training and large appetite, I was more on the skinny side, but this was caused by my fast metabolism, which made it impossible for me to become fat at all, just getting any definition on my frame would actually take quite a bit of work.

However on my face, was an oddly shaped scar, appearing as a rhombus that covered my left eye. Serving as a reminder for a mistake I made a long time ago.

But that wasn't the strangest aspect of my appearance, that crown belonged to the colour of my eyes. Blood Red. From birth, my eyes were unlike anyone else in my family, originally it had caused concern in my parent's and I had gone to multiple optic specialists, however, they all deduced that the colour of my eyes was nothing more than a strange mutation.

Again, shaking my head I returned to reality and after I grabbed my bag, left my room.

I scoffed as I looked at the 'present' that my parents had left in the garage for me. No doubt an attempt to pacify any anger I had towards moving halfway across the world, learning an entirely new language, and leaving all my friends behind 'They must be really worried about me lashing out'

It was an entire, goddamn motorcycle. Black and Blue in colour, from what I understood, It was a Ninja. (Before you get angry, I have very little knowledge of all the different vehicle types. That's my father's job) Luckily enough for me, I had learned how to drive Cars, and Motorcycles recently, and even drove a few back home, and even luckier they drove on the same side of the road. The left. So it wasn't too hard to put on the helmet, start the engine, realize I hadn't raised the garage door, get off, raise the door, get back on the motorcycle and drive off.

Not too long later, I was travelling through the urban streets of Kuoh, my attention on the road, but my mind somewhere else.

All my life, I had always dreamed and longed for something more than what I had. But not in riches, friendship, or land. I felt like I had a hole inside me. Something that the doctors told me was a result of Asperger's Syndrome (Not ADHD, although I had both) and that it was normal, even expected that I felt like I didn't belong or was missing something. But I wasn't entirely sure, because I always felt like that hole could be filled. By Magic.

Every day, I would pray to God that magic would be real. That some kind of fantasy adventure would happen. I'd even be partially excited about the apocalypse for Pete's sake.

Yet it never came.

This yearning, this hole, made me distant. It was something I could only change when I was playing video games, and yet I would envy those within it even then. With nothing exciting happening, I became constantly Bored, that one emotion became my usual, and although I did like some things, that made it hard to make friends. Combined with my introvertedness, it was almost impossible to make friends.

'Wonder if anything exciting is going to happen? Probably not.'

My name is Hunter Westerdyk.

And as I drove to Kuoh Academy, little did I know that my story was just beginning.

There we go!

Chapter 1 of The Black Dragon Emperor of Will is complete!

Now, some thing's you should know about Hunter.

1st: He is actually based off of me, a self-insert if you will.

2nd: He has anger issues, although he can control that anger extremely well, so while you'll see him getting pissed at things he won't actually be acting on that anger most of the time.

3rd: Yes, I do have Asperger's and ADHD, so I know what I'm talking about when I write about it. I'm no expert, but I believe the opinion of someone suffering something, is going to be a lot more accurate than some scientists.

Oh and also, the schedule for the uploading of the Black Dragon Emperor is mainly by Arc. So roughly 4 chapters will be posted at a time.