This is just going to be an unrelated story, so this’ll just be a prologue to chapter VII

A Tribe of Shadows Chapter VII.I

Third POV

Dilath yawned and stretched. It was maybe four in the morning. The reason he got up at such a godforsaken time? It was a mission day. Cracking his neck, he hopped out of his bed, pulled on some clothes and his armor, strapped his two extra swords, Blight and Stygian, to his back. His two pistols at his belt, he walked out from his hut. Blackmoon, or as Dilath called him to annoy him, BM, looked at him with surprise. “Normally takes you nearly an hour to get ready for missions. Why done so fast?” Blackmoon remarked. Dilath gave a slight smile, then stated

“Well, today’s an important mission, plus the enemy camp is maybe an hour away. Had to get up early if I want to get there in time,”Dilath’s mentor nodded in reply. “Okay. Go ahead, but at least get some food first,” he remarked, tossing Dilath a pack of jerky. Dilath nodded. He’d probably need food anyway. “Bye BM!” Dilath yelled as he left the cave system.

One Hour Later

Slipping into the tall reeds, Dilath approached a Imperial Faction military camp. These idiots where some of the worst, constantly destroying villages. Dilath pulled Blight and Stygian from their sheathes, before bolting into the camp. His two blades flashed in the pale light. Two soldiers fell. Then five. Then ten. Then twenty. So many soldiers were slain that within ten minutes it was cleared out. Except for one. The Champion. An incredibly powerful fighter, yet slower than Dilath as he was wearing much heavier armor. The man was nearly two times Dilath’s size. Twin axes hung from the man’s hands. “You! The man who slew Archon! I’m surprised. Pathetic,I expected more of a challenge,” whilst the man was loudly monologuing, Dilath slashed his blades across their knees. “Pathetic. I expected more of a challenge,” mocked Dilath. Then, impossibly quickly, his sword cut through The Champions neck. As he did so, he felt a stabbing pain in his back. Then, he blacked out…

Just kidding! Can’t have a cliffhanger, now can I?

Dilath awoke in a dungeon. Ge still had his armor, but he had to check to make sure that he had his weapons. D@mmit, they’d taken them off him. Then he touched his back. A singular sword remained. Stygian. The blade was made from a strange black metal similar to the Obelisk. Also similar, the sword had a roughly triangular blade, just pulled out. Thankful he at least had a weapon, he pulled it from it’s sheath and spun it around. Suddenly, a loud booming voice announced: “The first Trial is now. Enemy: Reapertors. Survive,” the voice cut off with a slight crackle. Dilath found himself teleported to a large chamber. Almost a hundred Reapertors, hybrids of Reapers and Raptors, streamed from three doors. Pulling out Stygian, Dilath stabbed one clean through the skull. One had popped up behind him, vicious claws stabbing his shoulder, a flare of blinding pain caused him to crumple down. Giving a screech of pain, he launched into the air. Then, he heard voices.

“Why do we have to kill him?” Asked one Reapertor.

“We just have to,” replied another. Dilath struggled, but finally stood up, his grip on Stygian still iron-like. Then, with impeccable accuracy, he threw the sword through a Reapertor’s skull. Dashing quickly, he pulled his sword out from the dead creatures skull. So many voices. SO MANY VOICES! It caused him genuine pain. This was it. Dilath cracked. A burst of dark gray energy exploded from him, throwing all the Reapertors against the wall. Another explosion launched from him, causing the walls to rumble. A final blast launched out from him as his own scream of agony tore through the now silent chamber. The final blast of power settled. As Dilath calmed, he could see the bodies of the Reapertors. Blackened and charred, they were grouped against the walls. A sense of guilt washed over him. That was first time something had happened to him like that since his meeting with the Deinonychus Faction.

Also, I’m just thinking about this, but should I add a, ahem, “love interest?” I don’t know what to feel about doing that, but if any readers want me to, yeah, cool. Of course, they’ll be human. That’s just be weird if they weren’t. Anyway, like the book so far?

Also, should I expand on this? Add more short stories? If so, reply.

-Ranger