*You are sure that he is going to come? Huh*“I am confident. He knows I returned today. He will come today.”*I thought you didn’t know much about him. Was it not only recently that you two got closer? Yet you seem quite close now if you can predict his actions*“We may not have known each other very long, but I feel close to Grandmaster Kaizo. I know he will come today.”*Well, speak of the devil. He is already here*The night breeze found its way into Kylie’s room as a dark shadow made its way into the darkened room. His entry was as silent as a night whisper, and his intrusion went unnoticed by the scores of elite guards of the Kingsman clan. Even though the elders were staying the night, they too were unable to discern his visit. After all, how could they perceive what even the great Crowned Lion King, Galbraith Kingsman, could not?“It seems you were waiting for me,” Grandmaster Kaizo chuckled as he took his seat next to the child he regarded as his granddaughter.Unlike their f
The next day arrived swiftly. Each day was usually filled with normalcy in the Kingsman mansion, but today was bound to be different. After all, today, the great archangel Michael was going to personally train Kylie! Due to this, the elders had not left either and had chosen to attend the young Beastman’s training. If they would be unable to see the Hand of Destruction through petitions and requests, then they would wait for him to finish his training before ambushing him. There was no way that Michael would be able to avoid them all if they were in the same room as him. Or so they thought. When they arrived at the training grounds however, they only met the current instructor, Shattering Lion, and the other members of the younger generation. While Jack and Davies had returned to training, Kylie and the Hand of Destruction were nowhere to be found!“Where are the headliners of today’s main event, Shattering Lion?” an elder who bore a striking resemblance to Philip walked ahead of the
Kylie moved swiftly. With each second she got faster, and each failed attempt to get at the insufferable angel before her pushed her mind to strive for even greater speed. At first, her figure could be made out. Then, it became a blur. Then it became untraceable! As all this was happening, Michael was stood in the centre, laughing maniacally like a fool as he warded off each and every attack with the smallest of movements. His smile became more and more annoying as time went on, and with her injuries growing while all that grew for Michael was his laughter, Kylie’s emotions soon reached their boiling point. He may be an archangel, but even legends were infuriating when they looked like that; and there was only so much that she was expected to take. And so she tapped into the power of the Sun of Destruction. If Michael was the Hand of Destruction, then Red was the destruction itself. If Michael was destruction controlled, then Red was destruction unhindered; and Kylie was going to draw
Several days passed in this manner. Days slowly turned into weeks and soon, two weeks had gone by. As Jack and Davies trained alongside the other trainees, Kylie trained with the crazy archangel with the power to start and end wars. Each day was a gruelling one for all three champions, for though they trained apart, their minds were one. Their first mission had gone smoothly, but they had not forgotten that it was only so because their enemy didn’t know that they were enemies. Imagining actually facing off against Professor Huckleberry who was the 7th Sword of Ogre in his full strength was enough to send chills down their spines. Even without his blade, Professor Huckleberry had been a threat that could have easily ended their lives with one wrong step. While it may have looked like they survived fighting against him and even overwhelmed him, given that they had not been injured in that battle, that was because of the suddenness and carelessness of the old man. It wasn’t as a result o
Walkers were considered one of the weakest dregs of the Undead society. Just like Beastmen had star warriors, Undead also had their own hierarchy, and Walkers sat at the base of this hierarchy. Walkers were generally weak and could be defeated by even 1 Star Beastmen with little difficulty. They only became an issue when they attacked in large numbers. The cry of one Walker could attract the attention of ten more, and ten could attract the attention of a thousand more, and a thousand a million! Therein lay the strength of Walkers – the absolute ability to never be alone; yet this did nothing to change how they were looked at by both Beastmen and sentient Undead. To them, Walkers were disposable trash.Not only did they lack wisdom, but they lacked knowledge or basic intelligence entirely. They were like babies, but babies were more intelligent than they were. For even a baby knew to cry when it was hungry, hurt, soiled, and thirsty. So, calling them babies was an insult to babies. For
Many legends dominate the realms of men. And each one is as unbelievable as the others; for that’s what legends are. They boggle the minds and provoke the thoughts of the self-conscious man. They give adults a magical potion that keeps their kids satisfied at night and lure them into the deep embrace of sleep. For children, however, legends are things they can dream about without any reservations. This story is a legend that is true; a legend that to all other fictions acts as a reprove. This is the legend of the New Moon. But to understand this legend, you must first be sent back in time. To the time before the world truly began; before dinosaurs dominated the earth. This was the time of the rebellion.In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was GodThey say everything has a beginning. And that is true. For what can die that hasn’t been born? But to every rule there is an exception. And to every norm an abnormal. This abnormal was called God. He had no
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was without form and void; and great darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God hovered over the surface of the waters. The Holy Spirit watched the earth with great emotion. Oh how long it had been!It had been a century since the destruction of earth. Finally the Spirit of the Ruler came down upon it and rebirthed it; He returned to the land forlorn and rebuilt it. Like an architect visiting a once grand design the Spirit of the Lord sighed in sadness at the souls that had been lost. Those beings that had been created from His reflection had given up their place for a path that wasn't meant for them. He may have judged them justly, but His heart still ached at the thought of all who had been lost - especially the one who led it all. He gave it light in the form of the sun and moon and created everything in it. Once he was done he sighed in pity. For he could sense the auras of those that surviv
“Sorry Professor,” Kylie hastily apologized whiles scanning the room for Davies. She could lways count on him for a place in the lecture hall; for her friend knew her well enough. In fact he knew her so well that he always saved a seat for her. “How many times have I told you to keep your alarm on at all times,” Professor Dewsbury sighed. Kylie was an exceptional student. She was so good that Professor Kylie knew that if it wasn’t for the purpose of class credits, she wouldn’t bother coming to class. And that was why she had a soft spot for Kylie. For which teacher didn’t adore a student that made life easier for them? Professor Dewsbury only wished that Kylie would pay more attention to her time management. She didn’t know how the girl got the time to study with the number of fantasy and science fiction books she read each day, but it was becoming an issue. Since he wry first day they met, Kylie was always late to class.“27 times Professor,” Kylie chocolate cheeks developed a faint