AboutA boy I grew, a simple farm boy in the heart of Gaia. As I grew i learnt about alchemists, darkness and commerce. I drew up courage and when I turned 16 I walked out into the world. Now It wawaits me, and i'm in the hands of fate now.
17 now, i ran from my village which had been attacked and burnt to the ground. After days in the forests and hills, i was dying, when I stumbled upon a castle. Filled with the strangest people ever. Demons, Lycans and angels. Much more would wield in time, and even a power inside me. The story was just beginning...
"The village is burnt... all is done, are there any survivors." a dark man in a cloak bellowed at an demon slave.
"Nooo master, they are all dead, and the village is utterly finished. He couldn't have survived. The threat has been annihilated master..." and he creature boned, it's crooked long nose touching the floor. It's charred red/black skin gleamed blood in the sun. From an obvious battle.
The tall man in a black cloak nodded.
"Very well, the job is done...aaaargh!"
The cloaked man yelped suddenly, clasping his head with a hand. He felt something strange, from miles and miles away. A power growing, but not yet strong enough to mean anything. A fire glowed in the cloaked man's eyes.
"He is not dead... he resides in a castle, a few hudnred miles from here." he growled, and gutted the demon slave instantly. Ripping his insides out with his long black claws. He licked the blood with lust and clapped his hands. A large troop of demon minions appeared, wielding dark swords.
"I want you to find the boy... and kill him. Now go!" he ordered, and they ran off in a large group.
"I'll get you yet little boy. you may be fast but you can't hide for ever..."