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The villagers greeted the red-skinned 15-year-old boy happily. The people were tanned skinned, most had hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair and the women were more populated in this particular village. Arathorn enters a home of a family of three soon to be four.\n“Hello Counselor Hemming, Miss Terra, and the mighty Thomas, Arathorn starts out as the boy puffs out his chest proudly and smiling. “I heard you wanted my help?”\nA more paler-skinned man spoke up. “Yes Young Arathorn, we heard of your power and Terra was asking if you would take her pain away while she gave birth.”\nArathorn blushed at hearing this and sat down. “I’ll gladly help.” \nThe woman exposed herself thinking that’s where he needed to use his magic, he politely covered her up and took her hand.\n“Leor Loerchik” he whispers creating a small light between them stopping her pain. \n“There her pain should be no more. Is there anything else you need?”\n“Actually yes there is Young Arathorn.. Lately we’ve been seeing a black and red creature wandering the village and attacking our people at night. Could you see what it possibly could be?”\nArathorn’s face turning serious and intimidating. He gives a quick nod and briskly leaves to go and prepare. His first thought that Bloodstorm had found him and was trying to kill him again or at least ruin this area. He opens a golden-colored door that leads inside his small home. Well.. It looked small from the outside. From the outside I looked like it blended in with lush bright green of the surrounding forest but from the ground it was a bright shiny gold painted with red stripes. Just as Arathorn was about to walk inside he heard something.\n“Come and play child… I’ll be waiting for you back at your real home…” whispered a new voice he never heard of.\n“Ixenkepesk!” shouts Arathorn into the forest and a jet of fire pours from his hands burning a few trees in the surrounding area. When he knows that what spoke to him is gone he wills the flames to die preventing further damage to the area. “Svaust re wux..?” he says grumbling.\n“Someone who knows you personally. And also knows Bloodstorm,” replies the voice. “See you at ankhobgraft.”\nWhoever it was had stunned Arathorn. First with knowing his demonic enemy and second by knowing the Draconic Language. He had to be cautious and prepare extensively well. With this being a fight with the unknown he knows that one wrong move and it can mean his death. Coming swift and without warning. Once inside he sees the area where his little brother is still recovering holding a plush of his favorite animal, a fox. Joe’s head still wrapped up from the fall he had couple years ago. He was still young so his regeneration hasn’t kicked in yet. Arathorn tucks him in and kisses the top of his head.\n“Itrewic desta soon ghergo ir. Vur si geou xurwk svern ihk coi ini ehtahir dout thurirli.”\nJoe hears this and he smiles in his recovery keeping Arathorn’s hope going. As he walks away Arathorn picks up his weapon of choice. A silver longsword engraved with the last happy words of his adoptive father written in Draconic. The blade reads: “Ihk wux sia arytiss vur deevdru, nomag coi dronilnr wux apzen, tokeqwim, vur lotocra.”\nOn the other side of the blade reads the same words but written in common. “For you my warrior and son, May it bring you luck, safety and happiness.”\n“Heh.. I guess teaching you something of my actual home paid off.”\nGripping the hilt of the weapon he carefully straps the sheath on his back then placing the weapon inside it. Moving over to his armor stands he looks at his available armor. Some light for speed, medium for attack and heavy for defense. Thinking carefully he selects the heavy armor and the other two sets slide into the ground. As he equips the Ebony armor that was painted red to suit his style he forgot to take off his weapon so naturally he had to remove the chestplate so he can set his sword aside then properly equip his armor. Setting his gaze to his forge that he never uses personally. Arathorn preferred to enchant his gear on account of two reasons, make it shinier, and to make it more efficient. As he glances at the clock, which reads eleven past ten, he makes himself a light, but filling, dinner which is just a layered sandwich. With that he grabs a few potions and phials and organizes them neatly in an order that seems strange to most but works well enough for him. He then walks to a command room filled with thousands upon thousands of buttons, levers, switches, and dials. He presses a single button and steps inside a white tile room that's 250 ft by 300 ft and androids appear from the walls.\n“Alright.. Train for thirty minutes then rest for the remaining time!” he shouts as he quickly dodges a sword that was aimed at his throat. \nRolling away he runs his scaled fist through an android breaking it, and flies up to avoid the next several attacks from his life or death training regiment. More of the metallic warriors came now flying after him. Balls of high power energy form in his hands as he throws them at the androids on the ground blowing them up. Finally the silver sword come out and wielding it in one hand he charges at the onslaught of androids. It was a reckless move and he paid for it. Three he destroyed, five more damaged and the rest nearly killed him. Falling to the floor with a whump, he struggles to stand as he regenerates the wounds he received. \n“Well… That hurt.. “ He steels himself for another full wave when an alarm goes off.\nHe sighs in relief knowing another minute longer and he would have been beheaded. Dragging his sword behind him he goes and soaks in scalding hot water. The heat never bothered him, actually it made him stronger. He remembers when Vincent and him took a walk to a volcano in Hawaii during a vacation for a rare but gorgeous plant known as Silversword. Arathorn slipped in and panicked forgetting that he could fly. When he hit the lava forming he was drawing power from it taking the lava itself even! Arathorn burst out, super-heated from the intensity of the lava.\n“Ara?! You’re okay?!” shouts the panicked Vincent.\n“I feel great daddy!”\nHe was eleven then. He was also sad that day too for the first knife Vincent gave him melted in the lava. He checks the time.\n“Eleven thirty already?” He sighs.\n“Arathorn. Go to your room. A special gift awaits you there.” This voice rang in his head as he looks around.\n“Do not worry. I am an ally and I shall come into view if you so desire,”\n“Do it. Or I shall banish you” he say sternly. \nWith that a golden haired head that looks exactly like his own except a right bang and spiked hair.\n“...well it's a start..” \n“My time to fully reveal myself shall come young one. Now get up. It’s time for you to get a gift from your birth mother.”\nHe stares at the floating head shocked. He knows who his mother was. She was an angel that became the Queen of Dragonfire. That was all. From what Victor had said she was forced to give him away at the age of three to protect him. Then when Joe arrived to earth, he learned that she died. What could possibly be this item? Did she have a knife that gave her luck? No, she never had a weapon even when he snooped around. A feather from her wings? He loved them so much and even made him happy. But that would have drained her a bit. Getting up and walking to his room not bothering to get dressed he sees a little white box.\n“Open it Arathorn. She said it will guide you through your journeys.”\nOpening the box he sees it’s her enchanted amulet. He remembered what Chloe told him before he was supposedly given away for safety.\n“My amulet allows me to see those that have fallen. So that I may help them on their path to the holy. Someday, this amulet shall be given to you my son.”\n“But mommy I don’t like fancy things,” he cries out.\nGiggling she replies back, “It’s an heirloom dear, one that can save you.”\nSnapping back into reality he places the shiny ruby amulet around his neck. Almost instantly he sees a ghost floating in front of him.\n“What the Hell?! Oh.. N..nevermind.” he say startled and nervous.\nThe floating ectoplasmic entity just floats there staring at him then goes away. Fading into a heavenly light. \n“Thank… you… for… saying… something… “ it says then leaves forever.\n“Uhh… you’re welcome? I guess?” \nHe checks Joe one last time. Seeing that he’s asleep makes him happy but nervous.\n“Get better soon little buddy. I’ll be waiting.”\nWith that he leaves and heads back to the village. Only one person is awake besides him and that was the Counselor. Tuning his hearing for anything odd and trying to sense the creature he hears a small boy scream. Arathorn rushes over to see a demon biting into the boy that screamed. Blood flowing down his body and the kid still screaming and crying, his father knocked unconscious against the wall. The demon himself was deep maroon with stripes of obsidian black wrapping around the boney like figure.\n“algbo algbo algbo.. sjek coi ui ti wer darastrix wanotreyx,” he says casually.\nThe Counselor now showing up and hearing this language. “Arathorn! What did he say?!”\n“svabol tir wux tuor de nomenoi xiekivi?! kii zklaen wux torment astahi?!” Arathorn responds not paying attention to the Counselor behind him.\n“To take your happiness away.. Just.. Like.. Bloodstorm.” He cackles at him. “I’m his older sibling Bloodfury. And our goal is the same. Destroy you!” The boy in his grasp drops hitting his head and falls still as Bloodfury lunges at the teenage warrior.\nSidestepping just in time the demon whizzes past toppling over the counselor. \n“tuor ekess slathalin? tafiaf ve persvek wer taoul!” he shouts then flies off.\nArathorn running to the boy checking to see if he’s alive asks if the Counselor is alright.\n“I’m fine Young Arathorn. But what was that language?”\n“Draconic. The language of my people and kind. Full dragons know it too. Actually they created it. I gotta go.. A..and.. The kid’s dead.. You have permission to bury him at my home if you choose. I’m going to avenge him.” \nWith that Arathorn flies off towards the city. He hasn’t been there in a year and wondered why the demon would flee to the city. He has nothing left there. Except painful memories from the past..\nUpon arriving he sees the town is either desolate or evacuated meaning Bloodfury is here and ready for him. The teen lands in the empty road looking around for his opponent while trying to sense where he might be without getting surprised attack. It failed. Bloodfury bursts out from a wall in an adjacent building ramming into Arathorn before he even saw it coming. Arathorn, now flung into the next building stands back up readying his sword.\n“Arathorn! To your right!” shouts Rintu from his head as Arathorn takes note leaping out of the demon’s way.\n“That dragon of yours should shut his mouth!”\n“How about after you die!”\nThe two clash razor sharp demonic scales against a furious silver sword. Arathorn was fighting hard. Yet harder than he should be. He’s reaching his limit too soon! It’s a constant fatal mistake that every proud warrior of his kind makes. He might have lived on Dragonfire for only five years but in those five years he’s gained a lot of knowledge. Especially the history of his royal bloodline that he never knew he was even part of. Taking advantage of this, Bloodfury makes an unexpected counter strike that forces the Dragoniod Prince back and grants the demon the upper hand.\n“Your father promised us the head of his strongest son! And we will take it by force!”\nArathorn thought that he had the wrong person and that they were after Victor. Then he remembered that day when Victor turned. It was Bloodstorm, and he was after him. \n“What power do I posses that you want then demon?!” He shouts in his face.\nThe demon backs off from the amazing defense of his foe and speaks.\n“The power.. Of a god”\nStanding there confused, Arathorn thought.. No he knew he didn’t posses such power. Then again.. He always excelled in almost everything he did. Learning, the training, gaining magic and mastering his powers. He also heard a prophecy. \n“The son of an angel shall gain great power. The boy of three shall gain the power of a god and take over as ‘The God-like Prince’”\n“No.. it.. It can’t be me. It’d have to be either Victor or Joe.. But.. “ He never got to finish the thought. \nBloodfury seeing his opening slams Arathorn through buildings and smashing him through the ground.\n“You must not have tapped into that power yet then.”\nArathorn stands up at his dark and demented foe as he struggles to stand. He takes two more blows sending him through more buildings and trees in the middle of a park.\n“I will murder this planet and your family shall die last so they can watch their beloved defender die slowly.” mocks Bloodfury.\nThis got the weakened fighter to jump up lashing out hitting the demon in the collarbone and flinging him to the ground. The area around them flashed gold and this got the demon’s attention. Arathorn’s silver longsword starts shifting into a kotetsu katana, the features on the warrior himself becomes that of a fighter of light, hope, and justice. The battle waged on between the two with the demon caught of guard at nearly every strike.\n“Wh.. Who the Hell are you?!” yells Bloodfury who is now noticeably nervous, shocked at his new opponent.\n“I am the Angelic Warrior Ashton and I shall render my Judgement upon you now!” he declares.\nFrom within the confines of his mind Arathorn looks at himself then towards the eyes of Ashton. \n“I’m inside your head?!”\nAshton ignoring Arathorn drives the katana into the knee of the demon crippling him. Then holding the humming blade to the demon’s throat he gives a decree.\n“By Order of the Holy Light, and that of Earth and Dragonfire. I hereby sentence you to death on the battlefield. May your soul rot in the fiery depths of Hell.” And with that.. The demon’s head gets severed as it rolls away melting into a puddle of black pus and ooze while the rest of the body turns acidic melts through the asphalt.\n“Ashton.. Y..you..” Arathorn passes out inside Ashton’s head.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Arathorn was wandering the streets of a village on a remote island. The villagers greeted the red-skinned 15-year-old boy happily. The people were tanned skinned, most had hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair and the women were more populated in this particular village. Arathorn enters a home of a family of three soon to be four.
“Hello Counselor Hemming, Miss Terra, and the mighty Thomas, Arathorn starts out as the boy puffs out his chest proudly and smiling. “I heard you wanted my help?”
A more paler-skinned man spoke up. “Yes Young Arathorn, we heard of your power and Terra was asking if you would take her pain away while she gave birth.”
Arathorn blushed at hearing this and sat down. “I’ll gladly help.”
The woman exposed herself thinking that’s where he needed to use his magic, he politely covered her up and took her hand.
“Leor Loerchik” he whispers creating a small light between them stopping her pain.
“There her pain should be no more. Is there anything else you need?”
“Actually yes there is Young Arathorn.. Lately we’ve been seeing a black and red creature wandering the village and attacking our people at night. Could you see what it possibly could be?”
Arathorn’s face turning serious and intimidating. He gives a quick nod and briskly leaves to go and prepare. His first thought that Bloodstorm had found him and was trying to kill him again or at least ruin this area. He opens a golden-colored door that leads inside his small home. Well.. It looked small from the outside. From the outside I looked like it blended in with lush bright green of the surrounding  forest but from the ground it was a bright shiny gold painted with red stripes. Just as Arathorn was about to walk inside he heard something.
“Come and play child… I’ll be waiting for you back at your real home…” whispered a new voice he never heard of.
“Ixenkepesk!” shouts Arathorn into the forest and a jet of fire pours from his hands burning a few trees in the surrounding area. When he knows that what spoke to him is gone he wills the flames to die preventing further damage to the area. “Svaust re wux..?” he says grumbling.
“Someone who knows you personally. And also knows Bloodstorm,” replies the voice. “See you at ankhobgraft.”
Whoever it was had stunned Arathorn. First with knowing his demonic enemy and second by knowing the Draconic Language. He had to be cautious and prepare extensively well. With this being a fight with the unknown he knows that one wrong move and it can mean his death. Coming swift and without warning. Once inside he sees the area where his little brother is still recovering holding a plush of his favorite animal, a fox. Joe’s head still wrapped up from the fall he had couple years ago. He was still young so his regeneration hasn’t kicked in yet. Arathorn tucks him in and kisses the top of his head.
“Itrewic desta soon ghergo ir. Vur si geou xurwk svern ihk coi ini ehtahir dout thurirli.”
Joe hears this and he smiles in his recovery keeping Arathorn’s hope going. As he walks away Arathorn picks up his weapon of choice. A silver longsword engraved with the last happy words of his adoptive father written in Draconic. The blade reads: “Ihk wux sia arytiss vur deevdru, nomag coi dronilnr wux apzen, tokeqwim, vur lotocra.”
On the other side of the blade reads the same words but written in common. “For you my warrior and son, May it bring you luck, safety and happiness.”
“Heh.. I guess teaching you something of my actual home paid off.”
Gripping the hilt of the weapon he carefully straps the sheath on his back then placing the weapon inside it. Moving over to his armor stands he looks at his available armor. Some light for speed, medium for attack and heavy for defense. Thinking carefully he selects the heavy armor and the other two sets slide into the ground. As he equips the Ebony armor that was painted red to suit his style he forgot to take off his weapon so naturally he had to remove the chestplate so he can set his sword aside then properly equip his armor. Setting his gaze to his forge that he never uses personally. Arathorn preferred to enchant his gear on account of two reasons, make it shinier, and to make it more efficient. As he glances at the clock, which reads eleven past ten, he makes himself a light, but filling, dinner which is just a layered sandwich. With that he grabs a few potions and phials and organizes them neatly in an order that seems strange to most but works well enough for him. He then walks to a command room filled with thousands upon thousands of buttons, levers, switches, and dials. He presses a single button and steps inside a white tile room that's 250 ft by 300 ft and androids appear from the walls.
“Alright.. Train for thirty minutes then rest for the remaining time!” he shouts as he quickly dodges a sword that was aimed at his throat.
Rolling away he runs his scaled fist through an android breaking it, and flies up to avoid the next several attacks from his life or death training regiment. More of the metallic warriors came now flying after him. Balls of high power energy form in his hands as he throws them at the androids on the ground blowing them up. Finally the silver sword come out and wielding it in one hand he charges at the onslaught of androids. It was a reckless move and he paid for it. Three he destroyed, five more damaged and the rest nearly killed him. Falling to the floor with a whump, he struggles to stand as he regenerates the wounds he received.
“Well… That hurt.. “ He steels himself for another full wave when an alarm goes off.
He sighs in relief knowing another minute longer and he would have been beheaded. Dragging his sword behind him he goes and soaks in scalding hot water. The heat never bothered him, actually it made him stronger. He remembers when Vincent and him took a walk to a volcano in Hawaii during a vacation for a rare but gorgeous plant known as Silversword. Arathorn slipped in and panicked forgetting that he could fly. When he hit the lava forming he was drawing power from it taking the lava itself even! Arathorn burst out, super-heated from the intensity of the lava.
“Ara?! You’re okay?!” shouts the panicked Vincent.
“I feel great daddy!”
He was eleven then. He was also sad that day too for the first knife Vincent gave him melted in the lava. He checks the time.
“Eleven thirty already?” He sighs.
“Arathorn. Go to your room. A special gift awaits you there.” This voice rang in his head as he looks around.
“Do not worry. I am an ally and I shall come into view if you so desire,”
“Do it. Or I shall banish you” he say sternly.
With that a golden haired head that looks exactly like his own except a right bang and spiked hair.
“...well it's a start..”
“My time to fully reveal myself shall come young one. Now get up. It’s time for you to get a gift from your birth mother.”
He stares at the floating head shocked. He knows who his mother was. She was an angel that became the Queen of Dragonfire. That was all. From what Victor had said she was forced to give him away at the age of three to protect him. Then when Joe arrived to earth, he learned that she died. What could possibly be this item? Did she have a knife that gave her luck? No, she never had a weapon even when he snooped around. A feather from her wings? He loved them so much and even made him happy. But that would have drained her a bit. Getting up and walking to his room not bothering to get dressed he sees a little white box.
“Open it Arathorn. She said it will guide you through your journeys.”
Opening the box he sees it’s her enchanted amulet. He remembered what Chloe told him before he was supposedly given away for safety.
“My amulet allows me to see those that have fallen. So that I may help them on their path to the holy. Someday, this amulet shall be given to you my son.”
“But mommy I don’t like fancy things,” he cries out.
Giggling she replies back, “It’s an heirloom dear, one that can save you.”
Snapping back into reality he places the shiny ruby amulet around his neck. Almost instantly he sees a ghost floating in front of him.
“What the Hell?! Oh.. N..nevermind.” he say startled and nervous.
The floating ectoplasmic entity just floats there staring at him then goes away. Fading into a heavenly light.
“Thank… you… for… saying… something… “ it says then leaves forever.
“Uhh… you’re welcome? I guess?”
He checks Joe one last time. Seeing that he’s asleep makes him happy but nervous.
“Get better soon little buddy. I’ll be waiting.”
With that he leaves and heads back to the village. Only one person is awake besides him and that was the Counselor. Tuning his hearing for anything odd and trying to sense the creature he hears a small boy scream. Arathorn rushes over to see a demon biting into the boy that screamed. Blood flowing down his body and the kid still screaming and crying, his father knocked unconscious against the wall. The demon himself was deep maroon with stripes of obsidian black wrapping around the boney like figure.
“algbo algbo algbo.. sjek coi ui ti wer darastrix wanotreyx,” he says casually.
The Counselor now showing up and hearing this language. “Arathorn! What did he say?!”
“svabol tir wux tuor de nomenoi xiekivi?! kii zklaen wux torment astahi?!” Arathorn responds not paying attention to the Counselor behind him.
“To take your happiness away.. Just.. Like.. Bloodstorm.” He cackles at him. “I’m his older sibling Bloodfury. And our goal is the same. Destroy you!” The boy in his grasp drops hitting his head and falls still as Bloodfury lunges at the teenage warrior.
Sidestepping just in time the demon whizzes past toppling over the counselor.
“tuor ekess slathalin? tafiaf ve persvek wer taoul!” he shouts then flies off.
Arathorn running to the boy checking to see if he’s alive asks if the Counselor is alright.
“I’m fine Young Arathorn. But what was that language?”
“Draconic. The language of my people and kind. Full dragons know it too. Actually they created it. I gotta go.. A..and.. The kid’s dead.. You have permission to bury him at my home if you choose. I’m going to avenge him.”
With that Arathorn flies off towards the city. He hasn’t been there in a year and wondered why the demon would flee to the city. He has nothing left there. Except painful memories from the past..
Upon arriving he sees the town is either desolate or evacuated meaning Bloodfury is here and ready for him. The teen lands in the empty road looking around for his opponent while trying to sense where he might be without getting surprised attack. It failed. Bloodfury bursts out from a wall in an adjacent building ramming into Arathorn before he even saw it coming. Arathorn, now flung into the next building stands back up readying his sword.
“Arathorn! To your right!” shouts Rintu from his head as Arathorn takes note leaping out of the demon’s way.
“That dragon of yours should shut his mouth!”
“How about after you die!”
The two clash razor sharp demonic scales against a furious silver sword. Arathorn was fighting hard. Yet harder than he should be. He’s reaching his limit too soon! It’s a constant fatal mistake that every proud warrior of his kind makes. He might have lived on Dragonfire for only five years but in those five years he’s gained a lot of knowledge. Especially the history of his royal bloodline that he never knew he was even part of. Taking advantage of this, Bloodfury makes an unexpected counter strike that forces the Dragoniod Prince back and grants the demon the upper hand.
“Your father promised us the head of his strongest son! And we will take it by force!”
Arathorn thought that he had the wrong person and that they were after Victor. Then he remembered that day when Victor turned. It was Bloodstorm, and he was after him.
“What power do I posses that you want then demon?!” He shouts in his face.
The demon backs off from the amazing defense of his foe and speaks.
“The power.. Of a god”
Standing there confused, Arathorn thought.. No he knew he didn’t posses such power. Then again.. He always excelled in almost everything he did. Learning, the training, gaining magic and mastering his powers. He also heard a prophecy.
“The son of an angel shall gain great power. The boy of three shall gain the power of a god and take over as ‘The God-like Prince’”
“No.. it.. It can’t be me. It’d have to be either Victor or Joe.. But.. “ He never got to finish the thought.
Bloodfury seeing his opening slams Arathorn through buildings and smashing him through the ground.
“You must not have tapped into that power yet then.”
Arathorn stands up at his dark and demented foe as he struggles to stand. He takes two more blows sending him through more buildings and trees in the middle of a park.
“I will murder this planet and your family shall die last so they can watch their beloved defender die slowly.” mocks Bloodfury.
This got the weakened fighter to jump up lashing out hitting the demon in the collarbone and flinging him to the ground. The area around them flashed gold and this got the demon’s attention. Arathorn’s silver longsword starts shifting into a kotetsu katana, the features on the warrior himself becomes that of a fighter of light, hope, and justice. The battle waged on between the two with the demon caught of guard at nearly every strike.
“Wh.. Who the Hell are you?!” yells Bloodfury who is now noticeably nervous, shocked at his new opponent.
“I am the Angelic Warrior Ashton and I shall render my Judgement upon you now!” he declares.
From within the confines of his mind Arathorn looks at himself then towards the eyes of Ashton.
“I’m inside your head?!”
Ashton ignoring Arathorn drives the katana into the knee of the demon crippling him. Then holding the humming blade to the demon’s throat he gives a decree.
“By Order of the Holy Light, and that of Earth and Dragonfire. I hereby sentence you to death on the battlefield. May your soul rot in the fiery depths of Hell.” And with that.. The demon’s head gets severed as it rolls away melting into a puddle of black pus and ooze while the rest of the body turns acidic melts through the asphalt.
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