scientists seeking knowledge with reason make slow progress due to the obstruction of morals and emotions. But scientists that go to far and throw reason out the window and use everything and anything they must to get a result truly make the fastest progress even if it as the cost of whatever good that was within them from the beginning.

Magicians regardless of the knowledge of the mystical energy they use distance themselves from scientists who pride themselves on the great nexus of knowledge that has been consistently growing since the start of their quest of information. The reason scientists are so rare is because what they research is considered to be something that is far more dangerous then any magic.

In the distant past great warlords that owned large sections of land would maintain their position with their physical strength or magical might. But the times of wars and destruction was ended in the face of a madman sick of the world around him that drove him insane in the pursuit of power holding a glass tube full of an unknown green concoction.

Yet so many years past but another scientist had been forced into a situation with no other way out. 28 miles off the coast of Tiel Crov a large man made island was forged from iron. Floating above the surface this city sized lab was covered in rust. It almost looked like a real island with the plants and wildlife growing from the cracks.

Deep inside the structure right at the heart of it was a small simple room. Once full of life now it was drowned in silence. The only light that graced this room with its unsettling glow was from the large cylinder shaped glass pod in the centre of the room reaching from the ground to well above the ceiling

Standing before the pod was an old man in a white overcoat that had a dark grey receding hairline on wrinkled old bones. The overcoat covered in the same stains it had since many years before and it would most certainly be contagious to the touch. But the old researcher didn't mind as he was used to it. But regardless of how much he could adapt to things it was never enough. The same couldn't be said for the dark shadow of a creature inside of the green pod where the researcher's eyes were fixed to.

The researcher could hear alarms in the distance showing him that his fortress had been attacked by someone but it didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered to him anymore.

The creature inside of the glass case had a code given to it as written on the pod it woke in. TS4893 was the code given to the final product of the researcher's work. He had to go to the depths of the deepest dungeons and to the heights of the highest mountains but as he looked at his creation only one thought came to mind.

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"The hunt finally begins" The researcher said while placing his left hand on the tube. To his genuine surprise the creature in the pod stretched out its arm and placed it against the glass where the scientists hand was. The key word being "was".

*Crack*

The glass around where the creature's hand was broke off and shattered onto the floor. Liquid of unknown origin spilled from the pod as the system drained out. The scientist fell back confused as to what had happened. Only when he looked at his left hand did he realise what had happened. It wasn't hard. His hand was just not in his possession any more as the creature before him chewed on it with perfectly clean teeth build for a carnivore.

The room grew darker as the liquid was washed away into the waters bellow them. The floor was just above sea level and the room was given a perfect view of the deep sea as it was mostly without a floor.

The scientist basked in the glory of his creation one last time before his head was rolling by his feat.

"Breach" heavily armed men entered a very dark room looking for where the scientist could be. The were starting to lose hope of ever running into him but they found the scientist hanging around the observation deck. The scientist wasn't in a talking mood but being hanged by your intestinal track was not very useful at making people talk.

The guards could only wonder what had gotten here before them but it wasn't long until they had discovered what. 7 heavily armoured men and women highly trained in combat against scientists under the command of a powerful knight called Wesler.

Looking down upon its new prey the creature TS4893 smiled a deathly grin as it started its task it was programmed to do. Kill all of them. Hunt from the shadows and one by one they would all die. Nobody but TS4893 was going to leave this island alive.

"Time to hunt" Said a dark voice of demonic origin. But even demons would have been shaken by this voice that made Wesler shiver and consider leaving the island early. But Wesler decided to finish the mission and entered the island fortress once more followed by 8 heavily armoured knights.

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Ok I got the pr guy in and he convinced me to alter my story a little bit to make it more interesting for people to read. Everyone give a big round of applause to the pr guy who will be helping me from now on and making my work a little more detailed.

One thing I must ask. How do I add an image to my fiction? I resized it and made sure it was a small enough data size but I am unable to put my little image up on the fiction page