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The harsh wind ripped across the bloodstained fields bringing along with it droplets of bitter cold rain that fell from the
darkening clouds. The sky angrily boomed with the roar of thunder as lightning flashed across the horizon revealing the single
silhouette that stood silently. The water soaked his long silver locks of hair and plastered them to his torn pale face. Amongst
his feet laid the bodies of hundreds of soldiers, warriors who had fought a great battle in keeping him away from their homeland,
to no avail. Here now they rested eternally. A chuckle began, in the middle of the mess; it started soft, barely audible,
then grew into sheer maniacal laughter that could be heard for miles around. "The time has come. The time has come for
me to claim my rule over these lands! After so many years I am finally free, free of the oblivion that 'he' sent me to. Mark
my words warrior I shall find you. You will pay for what you did to me!" The deep voice echoed over the field full of
hate, anger, and a dangerous sense of bloodlust.
"My friend, calm your anger for it will get you nowhere." A calming tone lectured as a man cloaked in a maroon
trench coat approached silently. "Do you wish so to get your hands on this warrior? By what means do you believe him
to be alive?" The reply he received was unreadable. As lightning brightened the sky this stranger could see the ignorance
pass through the blood red eyes of the man that stood before him as if to tell him to keep his words to himself. "Don't
be so quick to answer me, Yuriy, Lord of the eastern race of Draiks." He taunted sarcastically.
"Who are you?" Yuriy demanded of the newcomer. "And give me one decent reason why I shouldn't kill you
here and now."
"Because I know where the Warrior you speak of resides, and I wish to assist you in anyway I can."
"You still haven't answered my question. Who are you?"
"My name is of no importance."
"Then tell me why I should trust a spineless human? What's your purpose? Do you simply wish to hide behind me so
that no harm befalls you when I take control of this world?" Yuriy unsheathed his sword from the brilliantly colored
silver sheath that rest on his hip, he spun it once to prove he was no rookie with the weapon then held it threateningly with
his two hands.
"I to have a problem with the Warrior walking the earth. I wish to put a stop to him now before he comes of age."
"Comes of age? What do you mean? I have fought him before. He is trained by the most highly skilled this planet has
to offer." Yuriy allowed his guard to break.
"Yuriy, how long to you think you were asleep for? It has been 800 long years since your banishment. The Warrior
died not long after sealing you."
Yuriy could not help but gasp slightly. 800 years, had it really been that long? "If he is dead then why do you wish
to aid me in finding him?"
"There is another, he does not reside here on Dragoon and he knows not of his power. Yet, if he becomes aware of
the gift that has been given to him and learns of you I'm afraid it will be your end. He has the blood of that warrior running
within his veins. I do not know why or how but I know the power is his."
"Why should I be threatened of some remake of the Black Dragon Warrior? Amourai had known of his powers and was well
equipped to use them. This-"
"Child does not and so can not be a threat." The dark haired man stole the words straight from Yuriy's mouth.
"Never judge a dragon by the length of its teeth for as dull as they may appear its breath may send you to your grave.
Do not be so bold Yuriy; this child holds the key to saving this planet, unless we find him first. I set you free to help
me accomplish his death. Now I ask you, will you kill your potential destructor?"
"He poses no threat to me. If Amourai is dead then I see no point in stressing over some child." Yuriy said
proudly, re-sheathing his sword.
"You foolish beast." Within a split second Yuriy found his body dangling in mid-air, his breath being cut off
from fingers that were driving themselves straight into his flesh. "Know your place now. I need you to do this one simple
task for me, I'm not asking you this I'm telling you. Kill the warrior unless you want to be buried six feet under instead.
I haven't the patience for your insolence Draik." The mysterious mans earlier peaceful appearance had turned to bloodlust.
"W-why do you need me to do it if you're so powerful?" Yuriy gasped, struggling for air.
"Haven't you ever heard that every evil villain has his lackey? Well you are now my servant, Yuriy. My reasoning
doesn't have to be explained to the likes of you. Do as I ask, seek your revenge. It's a win situation on both our sides."
He dropped his captive to the ground.
Sensing the power that had begun to omit from this new enemy, or possible ally, Yuriy knew better then to argue the case.
His strength was far beyond that of the Draik's. "Fine." Was his short breathed reply.
"That's more like it." The maroon trench coat rippled as the man spun on his heel turning his back towards his
new dog of war. He began to walk away speaking only a few parting words before he disappeared into the endless horizon. "And
to answer your earlier question, I'm not some spineless human. To be mortal I'd need a beating heart... mine stopped many
years ago."
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