I move with practice precision my body completely focused as I swung my sword. A frown filled with grief and pain can be found on my face as I dance the song of death. I just couldn't help but notice how familiar my weapon of choice felt in my hands. You can say it is like it's master strong and tough yet hold a good edge have prefect balance that seem almost graceful but most importantly look beautiful. I cut my imaginary opponent effectively with the medium-range, directional strike with my full strength momentarily overwhelmed with the thrill of battle. Unfortunately the head of the roughly made strawman fell apart completely ending my training session. I sigh sweat drip down from my face. "Damn I destroyed yet another one. why can't Thomas that bastard make a real training ground for me? I mean he made everything else here!" I rant softly to myself . I tiredly sat down in meditative pose and closed my eyes. I easily found my key focus and inner spirit rather easily but it wasn't meant meant to be as I felt a presence beside me. "Damon!"

“I swear I never seen such a place” [Alisha] gleefully, stated. I turn around and laughed bitterly “of course you haven’t. Everything in this so called world is a fragment of Prime Thomas imitation”.  “You got to see this place everything so green filled with life Damon,”[ Alisha ]rushed with excitement. I stared at my modest sister intently “Alisha I know what you are trying to do. Acting like what we seen didn’t happen. All of us got to face reality if we have any chance at all of beating that abomination that lies in the depths of this earth. We must train and then avenge Sarah and John” I practically screamed with grief . Humor was long lost to me as the memory of the brilliant hellish red fire was still in my head my arm burn as well as in equal remembrance.  “We have no chance against that thing no matter how hard we train for; we will all perish in a crimson blue light. We might as well enjoy and cherish the little things while we are still alive. [Alisha] passionately spoke”. Suddenly the sky grew dark and the wind moan heavily. It was as if fate went against everything that she passionately spoke of i dropped the sword in shock; my arm began to burn making me shake in pain. Alisha rush to my side in deep fear. I hold my head as a vision appeared. The image of it was a blur but I heard Aaron and Jack battle cries. My breathing was labored but I knew it was due to the Mark of the Dragon. It cursed me with an unnatural power; the monster wanted me to grow strong and then face him out of f@!king entertainment. To have this bastard marked me left me as a shell of a man fill with bitterness that stained my soul. He may entrusted me with strength but it came with a dark price. The fiend made me watch damn it! As he mockingly cut of each of Sarah and John legs and arms one by f@!king one..with one claw. I can almost hear the screams and remember the river of blood of my siblings. Then once the bastard notice they were no longer screaming he merely set them on fire! To see something being burnt alive was worst than hearing the poor victims screaming from missing limbs because now they burned in absolute silence with only that monster laughter for company. .