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Chapter One - Why am I here?

Why was I here? I looked around in a stupor, it seemed almost as if time had stopped. I turned my gaze to focus on Karin, down on one knee, she was looking straight forward with her teethed clenched tightly. Shifting my eyes over toward the Ruby Dragon, I examined it in mid lunge... a sight that would astonish many people I was sure. After only a brief moment however I turned to look back at Karin, she had her eyes turned away from our foe, she was hardly bracing herself for the attack.

"Why am I fighting?" I asked aloud to myself.

My vision trailed to the bloodstained ground. What was happening? Why was I here? The shine of my family sword, the Crysalis, caught my attention. Staring at myself in the blade of the weapon, I longed to be back with the ones I loved, especially now, here in this moment I was sure to die. The sword in my hand turned ever so slightly, revealing another face... a face I had seen before in a flash, just as I had now. I looked up and found the answer to my questions staring right at me.

It was him. He was not hiding in the shadows, but for some reason he seemed difficult to detect. Yet there he was with his trademark glare, piercing my soul with a gaze that seemed to create the very definition of evil. His hair was gray and messy, his clothes and headband were torn and tattered, his face was wrinkled and twisted into a permanant scowl. That old man was the reason I was here, it was because of him I fought. It was all his fault.

He stood tall and strong despite the appearance of his age, one arm crooked against his waist, the other clenching his sword turned backwards, the tip pointed to the ground. The very moment I focused on his weapon I felt as if I would be sick. Even though there was a good distance between us, I was attacked by the stench of death. The broad blade of his sword was completely soaked with blood, one would say it was dripping wet with it, but I knew no drop of blood would ever fall from the edge of that sword for as long as that man wielded it.

"That man..." I muttered under my breath.

"That man." I said louder, feeling the rage surface, my consiousness slipping away as the anger consumed my thoughts and my body.

"YOU!" I screamed at the top of my lungs!

I tightened my grip on my family heirloom and prepared to rush forward. That man is going to die this day! I will charge into him like a hurricane and obliterate him and his putrid existence!

I drew my sword back, stood up straight, and drew back ready to charge in, only to find I could not step forward. I was losing control, I wanted to kill him so badly! Why could I not attack!?

"You're scared, aren't you?" A familiar voice said softly to me.
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