My mind begins to wander, and my body moves on its own. I am unable to control my movements, but it feels somewhat natural.

The young Fafnir roars loudly, his voice piercing the heavens, and terrifying the soldiers. They could not react fast enough as the young boy turned beast, proceeds to massacre them in an uncontrollable fit of demonic rage. 

I rush one of the soldiers, I punch a hole that goes through his body. i pull my arm from the man's body, and I throw it to the soldiers on my left, the body slamming into a wall; cracking it. I exhale breathe blue flames from my mouth, burning everything in front of me including the nearby surroundings.

I hear their screams of agony. They burn until they turn into ashes. One soldier in particular begins to beg for his life ask hold him by his neck. I stare him down, grabbing his face with my right hand, burning him from his face-down until his cries could be heard no more. 

The scene turns gruesome, blood splattered everywhere. The ground burns asunder, and a bloodied young Fafnir stand triumphant. Staring into the sky, with clear discontent. 

The eyes of the predator, yellow, and lurks under the darkness of the night. Hunting down the very people who dared take what was precious to him. Terrified screams of the enemy soldier could be heard with every second passing, then they turn silent, obvious that their lives had ended. 

~meanwhile~

(Samael) "Why did this have to happen when we were in arms reach of winning the prize? But more importantly, where is that troublesome kid? Wait, I might have an idea..."

The tall and pompous man, runs through the alleyway and the streets, entering the second circle-boundary, trying to locate the young Fafnir, but little does he know, that he is not the young Fafnir anymore.

~From the castle grounds~

(King Lazarus) "Florence, stay here. I will find Juliette, I promise. General, please protect the castle."

The general salutes. "I will my king, but are you sure that a small band of soldiers is enough for you?"

(King Lazarus) "I believe that they are enough. I am a warrior king after all." The king wears his golden-maned battle armor, halberd, leaning on his shoulder, and he joins the battle, to take back his daughter and his city.

As the king exits the 1st circle boundary, he sees how strong the damages are, the people are suffering, houses burning. He orders his men. "Spread out! I want every single one of you to relay this message to the platoon captains in charge. Tell them to prioritize On evacuating the citizens. Tell the captain to close off the capital's outer gates. I will make my way to the third circle's gates after I locate my daughter."

The soldiers wearing armor, exclusive to the king Royal guards begin to execute the orders given to them, and the king is alone, free to do his work, but he hears a deafening roar from a distance within the city. He covers his ears. "What in the world was that!?" 

The king wanders the plaza of the second circle bounty, still wondering what the source of the sound was, he stumbles upon the body of a small girl who appears to be lying down on the ground, unconscious... "Juliette! Juliette... Please wake up..."  He sees her arm, dried with blood, and a broken arrowhead beside her. 

The king assumes the worst, but the girl moves ever so slightly. Opening her eyes as best she can. "Father, where is he?" 

King Lazarus wipes his tears as his daughter awakens, hugging her, but without too much strength as she is injured. He is overjoyed because she is safe. "Juliette! Thank the gods, you are safe!"

(Juliette) "Where is Fafnir?... Is he safe?"

(King Lazarus) "Fafnir? What do you mean?"

(Juliette) "He kept me safe, but he is terribly hurt, we must help him!" She struggles to get up, using her father to regain her balance, but she falls. She is weak, unable to do anything. Tears begin to slowly stain her cheeks. 

(King Lazarus) "Juliette... Please leave this to me, but for now, we must return. Your mother has been worried sick." She nods in response, and the king carries Juliette as they return to the castle before the chaos ensues.

Meanwhile, the order that the king gave to his royal guards were relayed successfully, and the defense of the capital staves-off any more reinforcements from storming the gates, but outside, a small scale war is taking place. Random skirmishes are everywhere. The soldiers still struggle to keep the enemy from harming the citizens evacuating to the castle walls. 

A family consisted of a mother, son and daughter. A man who seems to be the father lays motionless on the ground, blood spills from him, as a man wearing the enemy's armor threatens the family with a bloodstained sword. She pleads crying, shielding her son and daughter from the man. "Please spare my children, I'll do anything you say!" 

The man ignores her plea. He proceeds to hold The woman by her neck, raising her up. The daughter cries loudly, but the son does not sit idly by. He slams into the man, forcing him to let go of the mother. 

"You little piece of-." He kicks the young boy, and stomps on him continuously. Shortly, the man stops all motion, and the mother stares from where the soldier was while she covers her daughters eyes. 

The boy looks up only to see the soldier missing, but he hears a sound from behind him. There lies an outline of a person, just a bit taller than he is, covered entirely with blood, and in his hands is a head of a man dangling by its hair, the body only inches away from his current position, but through that blood covered face, you could see his eyes clearly in the dark, yellow snake-like eyes. 

After staring at them for a while, the mysterious silhouette roars into the sky, but it's roar was that of a human. It jumps into the darkness once again, mysteriously vanishing from their sights.

~From the first circle boundary.~

Enemy soldiers surround a man wearing extravagant clothing, they threaten to take his life if they do not give them all that he has, but he calmly speaks. "What are you talking about? I don't have anything on me, but you just had to invade didn't you? Right when the prizes for the event was sure to be ours. For that I will have to repay you."

The atmosphere changes into an uncomfortable one. The soldiers are unable to look away from the eyes of the man that they were threatening a while ago. They blink once, and he disappears from their sights. They look around them, and they find themselves in a different place. Everything is dark, the skies are red. Nothing else could be seen. Little do they know that they have already died the moment they crossed the man wearing the extravagant clothing. Their souls, forced to wander the plains of hell for all eternity.

He walks away from the scene as if nothing had happened. "Well time to continue my search for the lost Fafnir." 

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~Outside Atlas-Azure~

"Order the 6th platoon to reinforce the south gate entrance!" 

"We're being routed by enemy horsemen! We need reinforcements!"

The outskirts of the capital quickly turn into a battlefield. A surprise war is raging on in the middle of the night, large numbers of enemy reinforcement begin to arrive from the horizon. They fully intend to win this war. 

Unbeknownst to them, is that his arrival signals that they have lost this war. A command of soldiers carrying the banner of the royal lineage arrives. 

Knights wearing the allied color of blue and gold arrive, and they overlook the battle from a small mountain top. The general stares at the battlefield with a clear intention of ending this farce. He speaks with authority. "Raise the banners! Knights of Ardrasthrur, strike fear into their very souls. Charge!"

He gives the order to attack, and they rush in, confusing the enemy. It was a glorious coming. They were unprepared for this surprise assault, and their vanguard gives way, breaking their stride on the Front Lines.

The morale of the soldiers begins to rise greatly when they realize who the man leading the knights is. An allied soldier points it out. "It's general Luke Galehearth!" 

"The saint has come!"

"Alright! Let's get them back for attacking us!"

With fervor in their hearts, they push the army back, but that does not mean that the enemy has given up. Now that the great general Luke Galehearth has arrived. They now fight on even grounds. Before, the  Ardrasthrians were at a clear disadvantage while they fought the battle without Luke, for the other generals are still struggling to break through the enemy lines that successfully invaded the city, delaying the arrival of reinforcements.

~from the castle~

The king has just returned from rescuing his daughter, and now the citizens begin flooding in from the secondary circle boundary. He arranges a strategy with the remaining generals. " general Marduk, want you to take your command and reinforce the front lines, the war is being held outside the southern gate of the capital. Next, general Ramses, I want you to take your platoon and assist general Marduk in heading outside. Sweep the third circle boundary and regroup with the small squadrons currently scattered around the vicinity, the remaining generals will stay here to guard and supervise the evacuation. I will take Alastor and head into the front lines myself. No objections? Then move out!"

Without any questions, the generals sortie out, arranging their men for the assault. The king exits the castle, but not before his wife and daughter wishes him luck, and a safe return. "I will return safely, and I will be sure to find your future husband. I need to praise him for saving my daughter." He takes out a whistle from inside his robe, and blows into it. A high pitched sound is said to be heard, but only by the eagle and its master. 

Alastor descends with great speed, making a small gale of wind as he lands. "I know it is rare, but we return to the battlefield together once more my friend." And the king proceeds to ride Alastor into battle. 

The king assesses the damage that has been dealt by the enemy invaders. Buildings and houses burn, small battles are being fought throughout the capital. As he scans the area, he sees his citizens surrounded by enemy soldiers. "Alastor! Down there." He points to the area where the enemies lie, and as Alastor closes in on them, the king jumps from him, landing safely in front of the civilians, Alastor charges into a soldier, killing him instantly merely from the weight of its attack.

The king charges an enemy before they could react, he spins his halberd, sweeping the soldier and killing him instantly. He strikes the next soldier straight into his heart with great precision, and he repeats his attacks until Only one remains, "I know that you were not in charge for the attack on my kingdom, but I shall send a message that will unfortunately begin with you..." 

With a rush of great speed, he stabs the man with the tip of his halberd, pulls it out then spins it vertically bringing it down overhead, slicing the pitiful soldier in half. As he finishes, he runs over to the civilians.  "I am very sorry that you had to see that. Are you hurt by any chance?" He brings out his hand to help the man and woman up.

"Thank you my king, we are eternally grateful for your help, but there is something much more terrifying than the soldiers, and it lurks somewhere. Oddly enough, it only attacks the enemy as it breathes blue flames, burning them, it proceeds to the next, disappearing after it is done." 

The king calls out to Alastor, and he hurries to the Kings side. Lazarus whispers into the greats eagles ear. "Bring these two to the castle safely..." 

He faces the two puzzled citizens. "Please do not be alarmed, he will bring you safely to the castle." Alastor picks up the two and heads to the castle. 

(King Lazarus) "Blue flames? I will settle this matter after I take care of this war." He runs towards the battlefield, curious as to how to

He battle is faring for his men.

~To a familiar face's perspective~

"It seems that I am getting closer. I am truly curious as to what you are up to, young Fafnir." Still running around from landmark to landmark trying to locate his missing companion. 

After a while... "Finally, there you are, but this is not what I had imagined." Samael manages to catch his companion in the act as he takes the life of a soldier that begs for his life. 

"I thought that you're awakening would be something more... Grand, but nonetheless, Ars Goetia's information was correct. Blue flames, those eyes, scales that outline the skin. That means that his awakening has already begun." 

Samael walks forward. "I just can't let you awaken yet. This is not the opportune time. If you ever fully awakened, then the gods up above would know. I wouldn't want a war to begin this early in the game. It would ruin my plans entirely." 

Approaching the enraged Fafnir, he calls out to him, receiving his full attention. "Alright, very good. Now just stare right into my e-"

He is cut off as Fafnir rushes Samael, punching him straight at his chest, making an impact sound. The blow sends him flying into a house, destroying it in the process... It does not kill him, but Samael slowly gets up and irritatingly speaks.

 "Ha-ha-ha, amusing, I see you want to play with me, alright let's play. I'll show you how powerful a former seraphim turned daemon can be. 

He jumps from the destroyed house, and he begins chanting strange incantations. Samael stand in the centerThere center and there appears a circle with odd symbols on them. He raises his right hand that glows a combination of dark & red. He smiles at Fafnir. "Show me how powerful a legend can be."