this was really my first writing, i dont really like it allot, its about 3 years old, but sols wants me to put it up, so here it is :)

BLOOD TRIGGER
By Kyle Wendt

PROLOGUE
Since Even the oldest spirits can remember it has been written in the stone with blood that one day when the hand picked champion of the dark lords son who was afflicted with the bite of the wolf, And the other of the dark masters son, who had been bitten by a bat shall face off in the shadow lands for supremacy over the hybrids.

As the guards drew their swords, the muscular half elf man armed with a pocket knife vaulted over the one on the left and swept him cleanly off his feet with his leg, as he pounced at the other and after parrying the first swipe of his blade Ryder kicked him in his stomach sending him tumbling down into a ditch, as Ryder turned to run the guard he previously swept got to his feet and into a combat position. As he did a downward slash at Ryder rolled to the side and lunged at him slashing the knife across his neck, as the guard dropped to his knees and fell to the ground with a thud Ryder sprinted off into the dank sewers to reach the other rebels of prisoners for his faction. “Long enough” mumbled the lumbering orc sitting at the table “ shut up will ya Albert I ran into some guards but I completed the mission, the people are revolting and I also managed to snag some food” Ryder replied. At the smell of food the few members of the rebellion came followed the smell like blood hounds to the smell of escaped prisoners, and that’s what they were escaped criminals with one thing in common, A loathing for the newly crowned king, of the kingdom of layoth.

King Gareth is the orc king of layoth, rules it with an iron fist, nobody likes him but no one has the guts to do any thing about it for his laws are strictly enforced, so everyone listens to him except for a small gang of quickly diminishing rebels.
Only Ryder a muscular three quarter elf, one quarter rengarn, an almost extinct race of human looking people, when they are fully rengarn but when combined with a different race changes them very distinctively. In Ryder’s case his skin color unlike most elves whose skin is very light, Ryder is a dark emerald green, With very human ears , and a very heightened sense of combat and wild charcoal black hair and eyes as gold and shining as a newly polished golden ring. The other members Al, a brutish orc sent to jail for fighting and thinks he runs the organization, Shadow and his twin sister Snow, both dark elves with a grudge against king Gareth for exiling snow for being an albino with a heightened sense of magic and finally there was Garm, Gareth’s older brother, but ever since Gareth disfigured him by fighting him for the throne and destroying all evidence Garm was exiled but was smuggled back into the city by the rebellion. As for the other few members most of them are common pick pockets or thugs and the rest of them are homeless people that needed assistance and were taken in by the rebellion.
The rebellions head quarters were on the other side of a forest supposedly to hold werewolf’s but it never bothered Ryder because he took the forest shortcut almost everyday after going through the sewers that lead to the outside of the city.

A banging sound brought the celebration to a swift halt as Ryder checked who it was through the peep hole he installed at the very top of the door. There hunched over was Randolph, one of the rebellions spies. As Ryder opened the door he checked Randolph over then finally said “well, what’s happening is it all clear to cause the riot as we planned”? Randolph shook his head then under his elderly voice wisped “ I’m sorry” “what are you sorry for” asked Ryder impatiently “This is something I am truthfully not sorry for at all” came another voice from behind Randolph as the guard impaled Randolph at the spot without mercy “take’em down boys” he shouted as a wave of guards came rushing in.

“Bring it on you god damn assholes” yelled Al as he planted his ax firmly into the first guards head, yanked it out and began hacking away at the other guards. Ryder ducked under the first swing as he lunged at his attacker, disarming him and after beating him unconscious made a dash for the blade. “Almost there” Ryder told himself just before being stopped dead in his tracks by the captain of the guards, “looking for this” he mocked as he picked up the blade and tossed it at Ryder “time to fight” he commanded as if Ryder was one of his recruits “bring it fancy pants” Ryder returned as they got into their combat stances. Ryder made the first move by sweeping the captain of his feet and began to stab at the parts not covered by his armor; as soon as the captain arose Ryder quickly used the hilt of the rapier to knock the captain to the ground. As Ryder slowly walked over to the captain as if enjoying every moment of his vulnerability the captain seemed to be staring, but not at Ryder, no he was staring behind him. As Ryder turned around, there stood a hulking orc with a club in his hand which he quickly raised and lowered it with tremendous speed and power. The last thing Ryder saw was Al, one of the last rebels fall to his knees piles of dead guards around him, and was decapitated.


CHAPTER 1

The hang man fastened the noose on the Rebels neck as he kicked the stool away the Rebels neck made a spectacular popping sound. As the crowd cheered the hangman unfastened the noose as the royal soldiers took the body away too be thrown with the other corpses.
The soldier kicked Ryder in the gut as part of the sick game to another soldier as he kicked the half elf man in the stomach this had been going on forever as far as Ryder could tell they would continue this until it was his turn to be acquainted with the hangman’s noose. They soldiers stopped as the captain of the guards entered as they saluted and slapped the cuffs on Ryder, for he was about to be escorted to his death. They walked in the torch lit hallway, for what seemed as an eternity, the captain pushing the prisoner to admit what he did. Ryder thought it was a humiliation before death, another game. As they marched up to the confession room, Ryder was testing the slack of the chain between the two cuffs, for this was not new for him. When they finally got there they sat Ryder down onto an oak tree that had several deep cracks, and felt like it was going to break under Ryder. As they bound him with chains he began to speak, “I am guilty of murder and starting many of riots and escaping from jail on several different accounts as well as planning of dethroning the new bastard king now let’s stop all this crap and bring me to the hangman.” The speechless guards granted his request, undid the chains and brought him before the hangman and all the people who came too see people die. Ryder did not want to disappoint them. As the hangman tied the noose around his neck and fastened it, Ryder pushed off the stool sending the stool into the hangman’s knees crippling him and as Ryder was swinging, he used his cuffed hands to snatch the stun guard’s sword and slashed the rope. The now freed criminal took off, dodging incoming soldiers, as he made his escape into the fresh outside air. He dove into the bushes for cover sneaking into the forbidden part of the forest, as the suspicious say, yet Ryder always went there for a shortcut to his house located in the outskirts of the forest.
The terrifying gnarled trees alone would send shivers down a mans back, but never stopped Ryder. Instead it intrigued Ryder, and so Ryder traveled inside as an escape route. Unknown to him, he was being watched. “Damn” yelled Ryder. “Thicker than I remember, there should be a clearing around here. Oh, there we go.” as Ryder walked into the clearing, he felt nervous for the first time and felt as if he had just been drained of all his blood. Crimson eyes flashed as Ryder turned around, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye. Beads of sweat began to form as Ryder began sprinting away, and as he looked behind him, to his horror, they were chasing him like lightning bolts they jumped into the trees zigzagging in and out of bushes Ryder knew he was doomed. Adrenaline pushed Ryder’s legs forward as he bolted into another clearing another clearing, He stopped turned around pulled out his stolen sword and yelled the words “no more running time to fight” as he said these words he saw his pursuers, “were...were...WEREWOLFS” he stammered as one reached him tackling Ryder to the ground as one by one they reached him Ryder could see all seven of them clearly. They were varying in fur color some black some gray some brown and one white there fur also seemed tinted red Ryder figured it was from previous meals their teeth were white like ivory but their claws were ebony black their eyes were like burning embers. As Ryder seemed paralyzed analyzing every detail of there bodies something happened that made his stomach turn, the werewolves opened there mouths in unison as the made a choking sound as the fur retracted so did the claws and fangs the burning embers died out returning to a human state as the jaws shrank soon were six fully armored humans standing in front of him the one on top of him still a werewolf it made a strange barking sound then returned its gaze to Ryder “yes you may taste blood I think you have deserved it malfios but return soon we must return to our master plan” one of the armored people wisped as they left into a bush the beast opened its jaws wide as it bit upon Ryder’s neck. Deaths cold embrace was upon him as everything went dark.


The world seemed spinning around him as he stood up stumbling at first he checked his surrounding he looked down a puddle of blood formed just were he had been lying. Ryder checked his neck for any wounds as he tried to remember the past events he tried to make sense of things but only one conclusion came up he was a werewolf he denied it but he figured no point running from the inescapable truth as he checked himself for fur and claws he realized he didn’t have any so he decided to wander back home. As Ryder was returning his ears seemed to tingle as if there was a slight breeze blowing over them as he heard the snapping of twigs ‘ damn soldiers they never give up just like dogs’ as Ryder began to run he soon realized just how futile it was he was surrounded. A strange feeling took over as if something uncontrollable was about to explode out of him he looked at his hands and was struck by horror ebony claws began growing from his fingers he checked his arms as fine hairs as black as coal sprouted from his arms. Red soon became his vision as he looked at the petrified soldiers faces he realized he had lost all human traces he heard a twig snap behind him as he spun around and lunged at him. The soldier had no chance Ryder’s ebony claws torn through his armor like a hot knife through butter and soon Ryder let the massacred corpse fall limp to the ground. As Ryder turned to face the remaining four soldiers they had not moved frozen in fear all staring at the black and red werewolf in front of them, as one of them began to turn and run the Ryder had already slaughtered the other three and was staring at the fleeing soldiers he snarled and began to speak a hellish tone in his voice “ run bring more I don’t care I have been starving for several days and now I am free no longer a convict” as Ryder ran off to the deepest part of the forest as if drawn by it the same way metal is drawn to a magnet soon the darkness engulfed him leaving only foot prints behind.

Chapter 2

“SILENCE” yelled he heavily armored fire giant as He pounded his heavily armored fist into the oak table silencing his guests chatter. The giant reached up towards his helmet and began to take it off as he was doing that the guests were mindlessly following as he slowly pulled his helmet off he began to smile wickedly showing off his elongating canines “now my brothers and sisters it seems a new were wolf have arrived time to show him what he just got himself into” as he finished his sentence a cheer arose from the twelve other vampire council members as they began to chant his name barkod, barkod as the chanting finished barkod pointed to the door as the council members left one by one the last one a cloaked elf lady was the last to speak “ thank you grand council master and I hope the plan will be a success”.

Twigs snapped before Ryder’s feet as he began tearing at his skin he was turning back and after the awful transformation he continued his journey deeper and deeper, until he finally found something that raised his interest. A fallen tree but something about this one was special from they dozens of other fallen trees this one had a specific scent of blood and claw marks everywhere. As Ryder kicked the tree a hatch revealed its self underneath. A Ryder lifted the old oak hatch he peered inside he didn’t see anything so he jumped down inside his eyes began to adjust as he looked around ten oil lamps came to life as he stumbled back he looked around the now brightly lit area he saw cages blood encrusted on the bars as he looked around he heard a sound above him footprints he focused he could hear the conversation. “His blood tasted sweet I crave more” one yelled “shut up” the other replied as they approached Ryder could hear the hatch being lifted he had to get out of there as he spun around he lunged behind one of the cages as the owners arrived. Armored boots appeared as the owners dropped down one by one, Ryder’s eyes widened as he tightened his fist as his knuckles until they turned white his eyes began to change into a crimson red as his pupils narrowed as he saw the group jump down one by one until all seven were in rage began over coming him as the heavily armored warriors walked looked around obviously they have smelled my scent Ryder thought, but I guess I should thank them for turning me claws began sprouting and his vision turned red as he finished turning he tackled the one that walked by as he roared he dug his teeth into the mans neck as the others looked just in time to see their comrades massacred body drop life less to the floor as they began to turn A heavily armed soldier raised her hand signaling them to stop “I see the new blood thinks he’s a hotshot, well lets see something Malfios this is your mess you handle it” she wisped as she turned her back malfios changed and bounded in front of Ryder and before Ryder could react malfios pounced on him like a cat on a stunned, helpless rat as malfios torn into Ryder’s Flesh Ryder managed to push him off but not before malfios majorly damaged his body Ryder dropped to his knees and turned away as malfios arose he turned and stood before Ryder “ so is this the extent of your power even if we let you join us you would be no threat to king Barkod and his legions of vampire hordes” as he began walking towards Ryder ,Ryder turned and with one swift blow separated the lower jaw of his opponent sending it into one of the wall and grabbing malfios by the shoulders bit down into the neck of the stunned werewolf killing him in an instant letting go growled “I’ve got more in me than just that but obviously you don’t” spitting the last words as if they left a awful taste in his mouth as he turned he added” anyone else want to follow him” as blood dripped down from his canines a pool of malfiose blood began forming around his corpse, there was no response to Ryder’s question.

Chapter 3
The cold air chilled Ryder to the bone as he followed the other werewolves to their headquarters, twigs snapped under their weight as there they made there way threw the gnarled trees as there creeping branches that looked as if they were going to come alive were pushed aside as the others made an abrupt stop Ryder bumped into one of them “watch your step new blood” there werewolf formally know as tank growled at him threw clenched teeth, the giant of an orc stood taller than any other elf Ryder has ever seen and as the leader told him has a anger issue and a long history of violence as his scared face proved. as he looked over the group he saw hey had taken off they’re helmets he could now see the entire group their leader a slim human female her pale complexion glowing in the moonlight, beside her was the second in command a hobgoblin nicknamed fire heart after a brutal war against a army of vampires in which for every vampire dead he ripped the heart from everyone of them and put them in a pile and lit them ablaze. “Sophie” yelled fire heart to wards the leader as she turned towards him he pointed a finger into the steep canyon below as she walked over she looked down and as her eyes widened she yelled “boy’s looks like we are going to have some fun”

Chapter 4
“Shit” exclaimed tank as he pointed towards the vampire’s camp ground at the bottom of the canyon “there’s probably about twenty and I bet there all new bloods as well shit I bet the new blood could beat them this is going to be so boring” as if answering tanks prayer at the end of the canyon an army of vampires began gathering their forces nice as Ryder looked back towards the group he realized they had already changed into werewolves as Ryder began transforming the group headed into the trees on the side as Ryder followed them he soon understood the plan. “So we’re going to go right behind them and slaughter them is basically what you’re telling me” Ryder quietly barked “there must be at least eighty of them” “so” replied tank as tank began creeping towards the end of the canyon he yelled “HEY BLOOD SUCKERS LOOK UP YOU DUMB ASS’S” as they did tank followed by all the others leaped off the cliff leaving Ryder there alone stunned with astonishment “hey wait up” he called after them as he followed them off the cliff. Blood splattered against the dusty rocks as tank ripped the throat out of an oncoming vampire as he dropped him into the pile that he has already made, Ryder spun around just in time to catch two oncoming vampires in hit claws “hey boys decided two play” as he broke the neck of one he chomped down into the neck of the other killing him instantaneously. pools of vampire blood began forming as more of the comrades fell in as they’re blood covered bodies were trampled as the cowards fled only to be slain by fire heart as fire hearts gray fur soon became coated a crimson red Ryder’s own black fur seemed untouched by the blood of his victims as he looked over the war torn battle field as the rest of the vampires fell to Sophie ivory white claws as her white hair soon turned back to her human raven hair. As tank finished ripping the head off the last vampire he too returned to the group as a human. “That was too easy” yelled tank heartily “lets keep on going to the head quarters hopefully some more will want to fight” he continued, as they began climbing out of the canyon they heard a rumbling “Barkod” Sophie whispered “who” asked Ryder “Just the biggest asshole of a vampire on the face of the planet and the lead vampire council member” she replied “uh we should get out of here” fire heart said wearily as they began the rest of the journey to the head quarters.

“What happened here” barkod bellowed as he strode into the bloody war zone “werewolves accompanied by the new blood” spoke his counselor calmly barkod began humming as he walked off “the new blood seems to have spunk; he’ll make an excellent meal”.

Chapter 5

As the ominous building loomed overhead as they werewolves entered the building as the mossy stones showed how old the fort looking head quarters was “made before most of us can remember the only person that can remember is our grand council master” whispered fire heart as if reading Ryder’s thoughts “how olds the master” replied Ryder “older than anybody know that’s one off the perks of being a werewolf your body ages slower so he could be around a couple thousand” whispered fire heart. The oak door stood looming over Ryder as they pushed through the door they were greeted by a lone wood elf carving a little wooden dagger “ a your back” he said “ good to see you fox, still crafting little wooden weapons I see” tank said with distaste, just as tank finished fox whipped the little wooden knife into the near by wooden combat dummy as it stuck fast just barely missing the heart “not so much of a toy is it now” fox said as he walked towards the knife ripping it from the dummy’s torso “ just remember who your talking to tank or one day you may find your un tamed tongue ripped out of your mouth” as fox looked at tank as if enjoying every moment of the horror in his eyes “ I’ll go tell the master your back and with a new blood but where’s malfiose and regar” fox added “ dead thanks to the new blood here but at least we now know he can fight” tank replied. As fox opened the door pointing to the spiral stair case he said” follow the stairs the masters in his chamber”, as the group followed foxes instructions he closed the door behind them cutting off all light except the dim glow of the torches on the walls. “What’s tanks problem with fox” Ryder whispered curiously to fire heart “well a good twenty years oh so there was a raid and the master couldn’t decide either tank or fox to command it so they had a vote it was a tie so they both decided whoever wanted to join them would go with them, fox took his men on a more stealthy approach while tank charged right in and in the end they were both victorious but fox got the award for best commander, tanks never forgiven him or his ‘coward’ style of battling but most of us consider him the brains of most, if not all things” as fire heart finished Ryder looked ahead as he saw the giant ancient door Ryder guessed this was the masters chamber, as tank pushed through the smell of incense filled his nostrils as he looked the whole room was filled with smoke from the hundred of lit incenses as the group continued they came across a goliath statue of a golden orc with a vampire head atop his pike as tank rapped his knuckles against the golden masterpiece a door opened just to their left, as they continued through they soon reached another door and as they pushed through it they saw an elderly man praying at a alter as they group bowed he turned around “ah” he exclaimed “your back, but I see your brought a new blood with you but where are the other two” he finished “master I’m afraid they are dead” said tank “explain” asked the master and with this the group settled down and explained the whole thing.

To his left Kyril saw banewulf the land of the werewolves its vast forests covered all, to his right he saw fangfere the land of the vampires its ancient forests dwindling as their construction made way and in the middle separating the two was the shadow lands its dark and icy landscape gave way when it reached the arch devils castle as it was made on a volcano which had erupted centuries ago
Now stood a place of forever damnation. As Kyril gazed upon the land he didn’t hear the creaking of the door as the dark cloaked man unsheathed his dagger imbued with dark magic raised it high about to plunge it into Kyrils back, as he swiftly lowered it he stopped an inch away from his back, as kyril walked around the assassin and as he began to leave the room he whispered the words undoing his spell. As the spell went away the assassins body went limp and fell to the floor, as his head rolled away Kryil pulled out his dagger again and cleaned the blood off of it “stupid assassins probably didn’t even know I used to be one before the accident oh well”.” keep a better eye on the shadows” Kryil said to the guard captain “one got through” “that’s the third time this week are you sure you killed him because they say he’s still around” The captain said gruffly “why are you avoiding saying vargins name” said Kyril curiously” or do you believe the rumors going around that he’s still around”.

What Kyril didn’t know is that Vargin was alive and listening planning his revenge for what he did twelve years ago.


CHAPTER 6

Twelve years ago: “Sit Kyril” commanded his employer as Kyril entered the room and took a seat. “OK now this is who I want you to take out, some shadow lord bitch that’s been sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong OK bring his heart back to prove he’s dead” The pudgy employer commanded as he tossed a piece of paper with all the details towards Kyril, as Kyril caught it he unfolded it and read it silently in his head. “Do you know who you want me to assassinate, this is Vargin he’s the shadow lord’s right hand man” Kyril Examined his employers face for any sense of reconsideration but all he saw was greed. As Kyril checked the paper again he saw the bounty “two million, what the hell sort of profit are you making you fat bastard” Kyril asked “none” the employer responded coldly “this is a personal mission from me, I want this cold hearted bastard six feet under in hell”. As kyril left to do the contract His employer turned around as tears streamed down his face like Miniature Rivers as he buried his head into his hands he looked up as he saw the picture of him and his daughter “I will get revenge on that beast that took you from life” he mumbled as the sun finished setting and darkness began taking over.

Day came As Kyril set out for his epic journey not knowing his participation will change the world forever.

“Damn it, this place is such a road block, and brings back old memories, bad memories, but I need supplies and this is the only town in miles” Kyril softly said to himself making sure non of the peddling merchants didn’t hear him in the third world city as he reached the city of layoth “I wonder if that son of a whore Gareth still remembers me as the fool who helped kill the royal family and for a reward tried to kill me” he laughed at the notion “ the rebels have probably done him in” He said As he entered the bustling city.

“If only I’d of killed that son of a bitch” Kyril swore as the soldiers pushed and prodded Kyril in the back into the royal courtroom where king Gareth was waiting “yah well you didn’t you dumb bastard” the soldier replied as he tossed Kyril into the court room. Their sitting in the throne was king Gareth, wearing the royal cloak with the executioner besides him. “Hello my old friend” Gareth said sarcastically “ stuff your sarcasm up your ass where you like it and lets cut off my damn head already” Kyril said as he looked enjoying the anger that flashed in the kings face. “Fine executioner remove this mans head” Gareth said sternly, as the executioner strode over to Kyril. A little closer Kyril thought as he watched the executioners steel toed boots come closer until he was finally close enough for Kyril to execute his plan.

Kyril bounded into the air and with one mighty kick sent the executioner sprawling across the cold marble tile. Gareth quickly rose and began yelling for his soldiers, but was too late; Kyril had already escaped through the open window above a banner Kyril had grabbed and shimmied across to reach the window.

The fresh air seamed to gleam off of Kyrils sweaty forehead as he rushed out to his horse he tethered securely to a bridge post, as he made a mad dash for his stallion he felt the heavy torso of one of the pursuing guards press against him and make him tumble into a heap of dust. The guard reached for his blade but was too slow as Kyril slipped a blade hidden in his sleeve into his hands and slit the guard’s throat with it. Slowly Kyril heaved the guard’s corpse off of him and again began a sprint to his horse, when he reached it he slashed the rope and dug is heels into it, which spurred it on into a gallop.

The sun began to set behind the mountains as Kyril made camp in the side of one of the desolate cliff faces and was able to find an unoccupied cave in which he cold hide himself from the snow which these mountains where covered with year round, and the blinding sun that reflected of the ice, like a mirror.

The night brought chilling winds and terrible dreams but some how Kyril knew that they were not just dreams, but he didn’t know what they were.

In the morning Kyril gathered his things in a bear skin sack flung it over his shoulder and headed towards the mountains of forbidding, the mountains that separated the shadow lands from the rest of civilization.

Chapter 7

Ryder’s usual belligerent mood soon wore down with fighting practice with the other werewolves or as they call themselves the ‘moon hunters’ using the old myth that they could only turn with a full moon. Ryder’s bruised and battered body stumbled into the bar built under the werewolf head quarters. “been to sober for to long” Ryder mumbled to him self as he limped to a seat and pressed his left hand to his injured thigh “bastards using poison, good thing I’ve built a resistance” he said as he dropped a couple drops of the poison into his alcoholic drink in front of him then with a huge gulp finished it with one swig. After an hour Ryder finished his twelfth drink, and while most people would be completely drunk Ryder was sober and it was all thanks to years and years of drinking. Ryder had just gotten his thirteenth when he heard a battle raging outside and was the first to bolt upright and head at a quick sprint to the door. The rain pelted Ryder as he ran at full power to the battle between the three werewolves and their numerous vampire attackers. Ryder slid and tripped one of the vamps taking him down and then grabbed his ankle and swung him around and bashing the head of the vampire into a nearby willow. “you’ll pay for th..” one of the attackers started but was cut short by one of tanks powerful blows to the head with his favorite toy, a spike wooden mace he called marg which he could deliver with such force that it could drive a mans head into his chest. The battle raged for what seemed hours because it seemed that every vampire that was slain numerous more took its place and the werewolf battlers were beginning to tire, even the war mongering tank was showing signs of tiring. One of the vampires got behind Ryder grabbed him by the shoulders and hurled him into a nearby boulder. Ryder opened his eyes quickly against the will of his pounding head and looked directly at his approaching attacker, still a good fifty feet away, Ryder looked across the field and spotted his fathers sword which he had taken from the hidden compartment in his house a few weeks ago while the others went out hunting. The brass handle marked with a gem for each warrior that used it, his brothers, mothers and fathers gems Ryder added with the money they had left him the rest he spent on a proper burial for what was left of the corpse after they were attacked by a group of raiders on a trip back layoth after an uneventful traders market in a nearby city in which Ryder was the only survivor, since then he practiced his sword fighting skills and finally took revenge on the raider which turned out to be mercenaries Gareth hired because he thought the traders were conspiring against him. The blade was bright silver that shined even when coated with the enemy’s blood and even at night and was highly decorated with ancient runes and markings even the oldest texts didn’t have and Ryder never saw the master since he came to the head quarters.

Ryder dived toward the heirloom and gripped it with both hands and began a mad run at his opponent. Ryder slid and slice the mans groin and as he was bent over in pain Ryder bounded off a tree did a somersault in the air and slashed his head, leaving behind a bloody gash that when nearly to the bottom of the neck.
As Ryder turned to look to see how the battle was going he realized fox and tank were both throwing the bodies of there victims on top them. “There they go at it again” Said a voice behind Ryder as he turned he sighed a breath of relief, “wraith” Ryder exclaimed “I told you to stop sneaking up on me but anyways to the point what do you mean ‘there at it again’ ” Ryder finished and was quickly replied by the young dark skin kid who looked to be about 13 summers old but his eyes told of about fifty and was turned one day by a rouge werewolf (werewolves are not allowed to feed on children) and has been here ever since and enjoys sneaking around and surprising the others. “ every time the vampires attack us, both tank and fox have competitions for who can kill the most vampires” wraith finished then strode off into the fray, poisoned dagger drawn. Ryder jumped back into the fight and immediately began hacking away at the other vampires. The fight waged on for a couple hours but soon the vampire number began to dwindle and soon they retreated. The competition was a tie which after the battle wraith told Ryder always happened and so all the werewolves headed up to there sleeping quarters except for Ryder who had a couple more drink then went to sleep but even with so many drinks the nightmare still came unrelenting ad strong.

Chapter 8
They started like they always did, the night that Ryder’s parents died; there death burnt so deep in Ryder’s mind, even the royal mind mages couldn’t remove it. The reenactment seemed so real and perfect in every way that Ryder could never tell if it was Real or dream and sometimes he would wish it was real just so when the end of the dream and the highway men killed him he wouldn’t wake up to trudge on another day. But this one continued further even pass that faithful day at the local pub when one of the kings assassins tried to kill Ryder by putting poison in his drink and he nearly did and from that day on Ryder has built a immunity to the poison which only works in alcohol by putting that same poison in each drink. The dream continued until he reached the forest and got attacked by the werewolves, but instead of staying alive they killed him.

Ryder awoke and started towards the door grabbing his sword and not bothering to change clothes because he was in the same ragged garbs that he fought the vampires. the bells tolled midnight as Ryder transformed back into his wolf human hybrid form and sprinted into the ancient forest that headed back to his home. Halfway through Ryder heard the conversation barely audible to the human ear but wolves had better hearing than humans and Ryder could catch most words. Ryder crept towards the faint glow of their fire making sure he stayed in the shadows and to make himself completely unknown to them. Ryder climbed up on of the over looking trees and used his wolf like eyes to pierce through the darkness that cloaked him and everything else. Their huddled by the fire were to people deep in quiet conversation; Ryder was heading back down the ancient tree that surprised Ryder by its sturdiness when he heard a crossbow being loaded then heard one of its bolts fly. Ryder barely had enough time to leap to another of the ancient trees before the bolt lodged into the tree where his head had been. One of the cloaked strangers was now standing and began loading another bolt, Ryder knew he could keep this up all night but he had a mission to complete and decided to take out his sudden attackers. Ryder dashed at hem with all his inhuman speed and attempted to takeout the one holding the crossbow but to his surprise he launched himself into the air and fired of another shot which hit Ryder in one of his thighs making Ryder trip and fall into one of the nearby trees. Ryder quickly recovered then looked out to see his attackers, “these people are a little more trickier than I expected” he said to him self but then he noticed that the stranger without the cross bow was now pulling a short curved blade out of his cloak and began heading at Ryder. Ryder bounded off the tree he was slumped on and flew over the new attacker. Ryder crouched like a cat between the two attackers and waited for one of them to make the first move, suddenly the person with the crossbow dropped the weapon and dropped two knives from his sleeves into both of his open palms and charged toward Ryder. Both assailants swiped furiously at Ryder until they were both exhausted then Ryder began the offensive against them and after what seemed like hours of parrying blows and then returning another blow which was simply parried again Ryder had them beat and was holding them both by their necks. The winds began to pick up blowing both the strangers cowls off and when Ryder saw their faces he gasped and dropped their bodies to the ground accidentally by surprise, for they were no other than snow and her brother shadow, the last two rebels excluding Ryder that survived the attack.

“How did you survive the attack” Ryder asked not able to shake the shock out of his voice, “snow used her magic to whisk us away, unfortunately we could not bring anyone else and we had no choice where we were sent so we’ve been stuck here ever since, but we can talk about that later the main thing is how did you become well...the way you uh....are” shadow finished watching as Ryder returned to his elf form and not and was stuck both in fear and in shock on the ground. “Long story, but we can talk later first you both look like your about to die of starvation so come with me” Ryder said pointing his finger to the way to his house. “Why are you out here” snow wisped which then was followed by a coughing fit that racked her frail form, “dreams, somethings not right and I’m retracing my steps to find out what, and I think I have” Ryder finished nodding his head towards the two frail fighters. Once they reached the old weathered home Ryder emptied out his hidden supply of food and gave it to the two warriors which sat at one of the more ‘complete’ tables and even though it had large chunks the size of a mans head and blood stain painted it a crusty red it was probably the most complete table. After they finished the food Ryder escorted Snow and Shadow back to the werewolf headquarters and hid them in his room after explaining his story all they did is nod in understanding and fall fast asleep which Ryder soon followed.
Ryder only slept for a couple hours when the sun awoke him with its bright gave that seeped through his window and washed over his face reflecting off his emerald complexion, Ryder strode up the winding stairs to the masters quarters to propose him an offer that his friends stay with him in the werewolf sanctuary.

Chapter 9

12 years ago, continued: Kyrils tattered and torn cloak trailed behind him like his missing shadow fore it was engulfed by the everlasting and consuming night. As he traveled throughout the kingdom he kept his curious eyes from catching the horrors that were going on around him. Kyrils breath quickly left him and turn to ice when he reached the castle wall. He pulled out a rope and attached it onto a hook and launched it onto the roof of the castle and began to scale the wall vertically. Kyril didn’t bother peering into the other windows for he knew which window his target was in for he could hear him sharpening his blades and speaking maniacally to himself or to a prisoner he was he was about to finish off. As Kyril reached the stained glass window that had a portrait of a skull just like all the others window the only difference in this on is that it had splotches of red on it the Kyril knew for sure that it was not paint.

Kyril drew his holy blessed mithril long sword he used for killing and injuring demons, and after taking a short time to get a ask for a blessing from his god and lunged into the window startling the abomination a making him cut himself on one of his numerous bloody obsidian cleavers. Kyril took a quick second to glance around the room to see if he could use anything to his advantage against the four armed humongous demon that now stood only a couple meters away from him. There was very little furniture only a chair and a desk that was littered with cleavers the walls were made out of stone and had little scratch marks but what they meant, Kyril didn’t have a clue. As the beast went forward Kyril fell back blocking his swipes and countering with his own with expert skill and grace, while Vargin took wild swipes filled with fury and agitation. Vargin managed to get a deep gash in Kyrils left arm and so Kyril retorted by kicking Vargin in the groin and decided to take some wild power swings at Vargin so he tossed his sword into his uninjured right arm and began swinging,

After countless gashes and scrapes on both of the combatants Kyril now had Vargin on the end of his blade a stab length to end his life and finish the fight qand before Kyril could thrust his sword into the demons heart, Vargin wisped in a hollow tone “ I have been beaten, but now you will pay for attacking me with your mortal life” then he lunged at Kyril plungeing h9imself through the heart with Kyrils sword which didn’t kill him before he had a chance to sink his elongated fangs into kyrils neck and wisper in his ear “ it is the wish of one of the princes of shadows that you be his ch… cha… champion” and there on top of Kyrils bloody sword lay one of the most fearsome demons that ever lived but the battle was a draw for he had taken Kyrils mortal life from him and gave him a new one, one as a vampire.

After twelve years vargin has risen from the grave to watch his masters plan fall into action and to watch the biggest blood battle ever.
It also took Kyril half that time to control his powers and bloodlust and has retired and now has a family with a son and a wife but six years after on the anniversary of his wedding his life will be turned inside out and he will follow his destiny like a puppet on a string and be a major component to one of the biggest wars to this very day.
Chapter 10

As Kyril began to embark on a trip to his summer cottage next to lake mirage one of the most clear and magical lakes in the province, he grabbed his mithril sword, just incase he thought.

After a two day journey from his castle to his summer cottage arrived at his destination and opened the door to the cottage expecting the embrace of his vampire wife but when he didn’t he looked curiously around the cottage for her. A fear grew over him when he saw a trail of blood and he hurried his pace which led to the kitchen there his heart practically snapped and then was stitched back up with strands of pure rage and his eyes and fists showed it, for there floating menacingly beating its grim shredded wings that are only held together by stands of sinew between visible bones. The creatures flesh rendering claws dripping with blood, beady black eyes and miniature muscular body distinguished it as an imp. “Follow the” beast pleaded more than commanded, but Kyril did not need some monster to tell him to follow his wife’s murderer especially the murderer itself. Kyril leapt through the broken window after the abomination and only giving a quick glance at the mutilated corpse of his beautiful wife and made a mental note to give her a proper burial once he fulfills his blood lust and was his temper cools down.

Chapter 11
Kyril was almost on the creature now, its wings beating furiously to reach its destination before Kyril can slaughter it. Kyril was running as fast as he can and with the adrenaline now flowing through his veins he couldn’t at all understand how the puny winged creature was faster than he. They soon entered a clearing where the grass was emerald green and the trees seemed to be making an impenetrable fort around them. Near the exit of the clearing the beast stopped fluttering its wings and dropped to its feet and turned to Kyril and squealed “ I have completed my task now I am dispo…” the creature never got to finish its sentence before it was chopped into dozens of minuscule pieces by Kyril “disposable” he laughed “ ya I know”. Now Kyril had to turn to the matter at hand, where the hell he was and how to get home, as he was about to leave through a small gap the entered in a twig snapped behind him and Kyril pretended not to notice until he felt a presence approaching and at the last second before the stranger was about to reach a striking range Kyril launched himself forward then turned his body one hundred and eighty degrees and launched a expertly carved throwing knife at the stranger with even greater mastery than the intricately carved elven knife. Kyril stood over the vampire’s body a stream of blood gushing from his chest where his heart is and offered a hand to his undead friend whose name was Shawn and offered a hand to him which was answered by the bloody hand of the vampire and Kyril hauled him to his feet which was quickly followed by retrieving his dagger and placing it in a hidden compartment of his sleeve. “Good shot as always” Shawn remarked, the wound healed already and matched the same dark skin color as the rest of his slim frame which his tattered clothing loosely hung onto. “Why are you here and where the hell is here any ways” Kyril asked “right by our army, haven’t you come too help us fight the final battle between us and the werewolfs” Shawn replied with a question of his own “:No I came here to kill the imp that killed my wife and it stopped here” Kyril answered “Probably Vargin that bastards back from the dead and is calling you out at this battle, anyways what about your kid, is he okay” “ yah he was at the castle when I left it was going to be a surprise when his mom came home but now I guess I’ll have allot of explaining to do if I get home” “ yah well lets get you suited up for war” and with that Kyril followed Shawn into the war camp which had practically every vampire in the country and that’s when he realized one of the numerous familiar faces that stuck out through the crowd. “Gareth” Kyril said under his breath “that bastard must have been recently turned hope he gets what he deserves and dies”.


Chapter 12
The werewolf army reached the edge of the shadow land, right across from the vampires and in the middle was the shadow lord with his two suns on there respectable sides, Derek the one afflicted by a bats bite stood on the vampires side and Lyon the one who was viciously mauled by a wolf sent by his brother stood on the werewolf side. In the shadow of his master the outline of Vargin was visible scanning the vampire side for Kyril which he soon spotted and sneered which was followed buy Kyril repeating the gesture. The shadow lord folded his ghostly wings behind his back and looked across the field at the two warring races his icy gaze was felt on every one even his sons could not hide the mounting pressure and no one dared to move until the shadow lord commanded the war to begin. The shadow lord dressed in his ceremonial shadow armor was easily the size of the tallest mountain and was as wide as the base of one, the shadow lord rose above ground and floated to his citadel where he got comfortable as if the bloodshed and carnage that was about to happen was just a game and once he was ready he commanded for the battle to begin with a booming voice that the mountains across the seas even seemed to tremble and bow to his will. And with that the war was on.

The hordes of hybrids raged against each other like waves in the middle of a storm crashing against a mirrored version of itself. Ryder like all the others turn into his hybrid form and launched himself into the heat of battle and like a bloody hurricane began tearing apart the onslaught of vampires without feeling until he saw one orc vampire that brought up two all too familiar feeling, hate and anger. “Gareth you son of a bitch” Ryder roared over the masses of brawling hybrids and lunged at the king pinning him to the ground. “ I’m gonna rip you to shreds for the rebels and for my parents” Ryder roared after ripping off Gareths right arm before the king could stab Ryder in the neck with an enchanted dagger that would have meant the end for Ryder, “oh it’s you, you little rebel ape , Ryder I believe is your name, it is well time to meet your parents again” Gareth laughed which turned into a choking gagging sound as Ryder had crushed his neck which gave Ryder the satisfaction of seeing his tormentor in suffering before he grabbed both of the orcs powerful jaws and torn his head in half then jammed his sword in the gapping crushed neck hole and continued his onslaught of the continuing hordes of vampire scum.

After what seemed like days but nobody could tell for nobody stopped fighting and the sun never pierced the dreary clears that covered the shadow lands in darkness the werewolves and the vampires still could not getting a lead over each other and the shadow princes hadn’t moved since the bloody war began, instead they were searching the war torn battle field as if searching for something or some one.

Kyril was face to face with the abomination he killed years ago and the beast that afflicted Kyril the curse of the vampire. “This time I’m going to make sure you stay down you heartless bastards” Kyril yelled above the ongoing sound of battle “try it” Vargin taunted and the fight was on. Vargin underestimated Kyrils vampire powers and Kyril easily was able to get some good shots on the hulking brute, but that soon changed when Vargin managed to get Kyril on his back and nearly crushed head with an obsidian war hammer. Kyril managed to get to his feet but didn’t have enough time to take a breath before he had to duck under a blow that cleanly took off the heads of a fighting werewolf and vampire leaving headless corpse’s slump to the ground in a bloody heap. Kyril had enough time to do a drop kick to Vargins chest that knocked his back which gave Kyril just enough time to pounce on the beast chest and yell “this is for her” and used all his rage and strength to rip of the head of Vargin and then he plunged his arm into the blood gushing hole in his neck and ripped out his heart then walked away.

As soon as they exchanged glances both Ryder and Kyril knew it was on. Kyril was out of weapons, either they were lost when he threw them or the had been broken fighting but he knew that the werewolf in front of him was un armed as well for he had seen him fight numerous times in this war and knew that he had seen him fight as well. A blood curdling, deafening roar broke out among the battle and everyone seemed to freeze and as confused looks broke out among the masses a swoosh of air seemed to answer the question and as everyone looked up the automatically began to sprint away in terror using all the remaining strength to flee the area of the falling colossal demons. Ryder and Kyril had not even been affected by the sound and didn’t realize that they were now alone the only ones fighting now and only did they stop clashing until the two monstrosities everyone had feed from where now right behind the two fighters that had been knocked to the ground from the landing that had shaken the very earth and when the fighter recovered their wits they went right back at each other again but this time an invisible wall seemed to hold them back and that’s when they turned around to see the horrific beast that started it all were behind them.

The two princes stared deeply at the two fighters that stood before them as if searching their souls then after glancing at each other as if for confirmation they began to speak in hollow toned unison “we have decided,” they said to no one in particularly but their father, the shadow lord, who seem to give a slight nod of his head as if in approval. This time Ryder and Kyril felt the weight of their gazes and knew the next words they said would decide their fate, “We have chosen you two decide the outcome” and with that the goliath creatures reached out and made contact with the confused fighters arm and began to absorb into their bodies filling them up with all they needed to know and the powers to do it.

An eternal feud awoke inside the two fighters once the fusion was complete, they had kept their appearance but their insides had been changed into a horrific blood driven beast that only wanted to kill the one person who had been their mortal enemy all their life, their brother and had all the powers to do it as well. No words were spoken amongst the sides for they knew they were about to witness the biggest clash in the history of the world, not even the two fighters shared words before they ran towards each other with godly speed that would have left the fastest werewolf and vampire combined in the dust and clashed swords for the first time using the shadow blades that were the only weapon that could kill a shadow prince that they had been granted with by the shadow lord before the war even started that had transferred to the bodies of the fighters in a more smaller size. Lightning seemed to shoot out as the blades clashed, the vampires thin blade made of completely shadow metal, the pitch black material was the most deadly of all materials found on earth. The only details anyone could make out on the dark blade were slight gold marks that decorated the blade in a messy fashion that was a enchantment made in a time where the shadow lord was young. The werewolves blade was made the same as the vampire one, there however was one difference, the werewolves blade was twice as wide.

The battle was at a stand still for neither Ryder nor Kyril could over power one another. Blue sparks flew out as neither weapon would bend or break and it seemed they would stay that way for eternity when finally they both retreated to their own sides which didn’t last long before they started again.

Ryder ran full speed at Kyril who was doing the same and at the last minute swept low with his sword which Kyril easily jumped over and landed a solid kick at Ryder’s jaw that sent Ryder to the ground but very briefly before Ryder used his hands in a push up motion to launch himself over Kyril and landed a back fist to the temple of Kyrils head and stumbled the fighter who immediately brought himself into a guard stance and barely managed to avoid getting cut in two by one of Ryders mighty swings. Ryder surprise his opponent and all the spectators by sheathing his sword and brought his fists into a fighting stance, Kyril soon caught on and what little bit of the two fighters souls that the princes did not consume was about to be brought out in this one fist fight.

Ryder made a wild left hook that nearly caught Kyril in the chin and was answered by Kyril launching himself in the air and drop kicking ryder square in the chest which knocked Ryder to the ground ten feet away.Ryder using the advantage of surprise and his godly powers launched himself at Kyril and planted his shoulder in his gut and brought him to the ground and then began to plant fist in the down assassins face. Kyril was able to stop a punch and was able to get the advantage over Ryder and launched him over his body then launched himself at him. Ryder was able to get to his feet and stared directly at Kyril and ran straight at him and Kyril did the same. They drew their swords and running at speed that seemed to make them disappear slashed at the same time with godly power, their was a animalistic scream that seemed to give the shadow lord shivers and then a bolt of blue lightning fell from the sky and struck exactly where the swords met, their was an explosion then…nothing. None of the spectators moved until they saw the aftermath, there right where the blades met was a crater and inside that crater were the shattered blades of the shadow swords, the sword that could never break. And beside the swords were the destroyed bodies of Ryder and Kyril, the champions of the hybrids, but the bodies of the prince were nowhere to be seen and it wasn’t until the shadow king boomed “leave or die” with a voice that seemed to move the ground beneath their feet that they looked up at the citadel where the shadow king had his two dead prince at his sides, the bloody corpses proved that no one is immortal. The war is draws now leave” the shadow king said again and this time every one obeyed.

The door was answered by the butler and Shawn walked in “can I help you, where is the master” the butler inquired but was answered by silence as Shawn continued up the stairs to Kyrils sons room where he found him playing with a little toy knife and looked up at Shawn “hello” he said “where is every body” “ I’m sorry Gerard but I failed to protect him” said Shawn and after explaining the battle he handed the sword to Gerard and said “you know the price for failure” and bowed his head, and with one swift move the tiny boy executed the man and went out to go get some air and to build a burial.

That night Gerard heard the howling of the werewolves as they mourned the dead and it was then that Gerard promised to exterminate all of the shadow abominations as well as the shadow lord and any body who is part of the masses of the shadow lords followers and be an agent of vengeance.


and i forget how to do that copyright thing that you showed me sols, sorry,