A skinny young man about fifteen or sixteen years old lays on the floor lifeless, absolutely no movement whatsoever. His hair so long it reaches his back while still covering most of his face.
Although he is skinny, it would be much more accurate to say that he was nothing more than skin and bones. His eyes although open seemed like those of the dead no life whatsoever, they seemed like the eyes of someone who had seen hell and come back.
With a loud squeak the cell door suddenly opened and a slightly buff armored warrior rushed in while sweating profusely, covered in scars all over and bleeding uncontrollably.
The injured warrior rushes to the young man’s position and then grabs hold of one of his skinny arms pulling him up and placing him on his shoulders.
“I…I made it! Now that I have him, those bastards hopefully won’t kill me.” Thought the injured warrior.
With the child on his back, the injured warrior ran as fast as he possibly could to the exit of the dungeon however just as he approached the door, he heard the footsteps of several people coming down the stairs.
The injured warrior immediately sank into a state of despair and fear. With each footstep his heartbeat got faster and the more he felt that his life had come to an end.
“How did this happen?” thought the injured warrior.
He then immediately locked the door to the dungeon, put the child on the ground and just stood there doing nothing.
His eyes now showing no fear, instead replaced by bloodlust as well as a hint of insanity.
"If today is to be my last day then so be it but I will definetly make it theirs too." Said the injured warrior.
The door to the exit slowly opened and from it two men wearing red armor with a symbol of a flower on it came in, one had grey hair and was covered in scars of past battles while the other a young man not too much older than the one laying on the ground. Following closely behind them a middle-aged woman who was extremely beautiful could be seen.
The instant they came into the room, all their eyes focused on the young boy laying on the floor.
The younger of the two males looked away, his face showing extreme grief.
The woman fell to her knees, hands covering her mouth and tears flowing uncontrollably down her face. Her eyes completely fixed on the lifeless young man on the floor as she murmured to herself the words,
“I’ve found you….I’ve finally found you.”
She then got up and almost as if she didn’t see the injured warrior standing beside the young man, she began to move towards him.
Seeing this, the injured warrior got angry and yelled out as he grabbed something from the [void] sack that was hanging from his waist.
The grey-haired warrior immediately grabbed hold of the weak-minded lady and pulled her back towards him.
“Mina, be patient. We’ll definitely get him back so please come to your senses. Now’s not the time to be careless.” Said the grey-haired warrior.
“Grias, let go of me! Let me go, that’s my son. I’ve finally found him.” screamed Mina as she jumped and kicked within the arms of the grey-haired warrior.
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“Trous! To think you would stoop so low as to use the jade purple pill.” Said Grias angrily as he pointed towards the injured warriors hands.
Trous began to laugh heartily and then suddenly his face turned cold and his eyes widened as he said,
“Either way I’m dead, I might as well have some company on the way to the nether realm. Besides what right does that asshole Zerus have to bring an army to my mountain?”
While Trous and Grias argued, the lifeless young man laying on the floor was beginning to gain consciousness.
“Whose voice is that? It sounds like….mother. It can’t be, why would she be here.”
Slowly life returned to the eyes of the young man on the floor, he then looked up only to find the unexpected. His now bloodshot eyes widened as he looked on in surprise.
“Mother it’s you, it really is you!” thought the young man.
He tried to speak out but was unable to as he didn’t have the strength to summon his voice.
“Grias, today all of you die!” said Trous as he swallowed the jade purple pill.
His body then began to slowly change, his skin turned purple and was covered in scales.
He then lunged at the young man standing beside Grias, stretched out his arm and before the young man could react Trous had cut him in half.
In an instant Trous turned to Grias and attempted the same thing but was instead met with a shield which forced to him to back away.
“Ho! So you intend to defend until the after-effects kick in…eh.” Said Trous who had a wicked smile on his face.
Grias urged Mina to get back and then proceeded to run straight towards Trous. With his shield in front of him Grias activated [Light sword] which condensed light spiritual energy into a sword.
Trous seemingly unperturbed by the approaching Grias, puts his hand into his [void sack] removing yet another jade purple pill.
Grias’s eyes widened as he looked on as Trous swallowed yet another jade purple pill. However it was too late for him to stop as he was less than fifteen feet away from him.
He took in a deep breath and put all his spiritual energy into his [light sword] causing it to enlarge ten-fold. He then swung it aiming for the head of the now ten foot tall Trous.
Trous noticing the danger of Grias’s light sword activates his own technique [Fire palm] and using all his strength attacks the [light sword].
The result of the collision causes the dungeon ceiling to collapse as well as leaves both Trous and Grias dead.
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Authors note:
Don't worry this is just the prologue, chapter 1 will be longer :)
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