Tydn's Fate: Sun and Moon: Prologue: RD

Howling wind echoed throughout the area as heavy rain thundered onto the soaked soil. The gale pulled at the towering trees, making them sway as if they were about to tumble to the ground. Debris swirled below the wooden towers, threatening to batter any creature that dared come out of its home.

Lightning flashed brightly across the sky, showing an odd shadow within the dark forest. It had the shape of a man, but the animals knew what he really was. They poked their noses out to get a glimpse, only to pull back in immediately when they sense an even more dangerous tempest coming.

Soaked white hair clung to the man’s scalp. His golden eyes squinted against the gusts and hurtling branches. He wore a white trench coat to protect himself, but to little avail. He shivered as the freezing downpour continued to assault him.

He froze as a creaking noise sounded off in the distance. It slowly increased until there was a loud snap and a tree charged at him from the sky. Using his immense strength, he leaped back several yards and turned his back as the tower’s branches fell on him.
As the dust settled, he straightened himself to see what had happened. He knew these trees were powerful and little could knock them over despite their size.

Deciding not to question it, he tried to map out a way to disentangle himself from the mess of broken branches. Finding none, he resorted to his more unnatural abilities.

The man raised an arm and brought it down swiftly. A light filled the area, strong enough to blind anyone who dared to look into it. When it faded, there was a large gash in the tree. It went as high up as possible on it and was as wide as a door.

Content with his work, the man strode through the new opening with a smile on his face. It would take far more to defeat him than a simple tree, no matter how large.

Continuing through the woods, the man began to search. It was short, for he knew where and what he was looking for. He stopped when he reached his destination.

In front of him stood a giant rock like object. Vines had once covered it, but had now been torn away by the storm. Inside the object was a shadowy wall. It wiggled and twisted about as if it was alive and trying to free itself.

The man narrowed his eyes at the dark mass. He loathed the place it lead to, but it was forbidden to harm it. He sucked in air and shouted, “Namid! Show yourself!”

The wind suddenly became more intense and he had to crouch to keep from being knocked off his feet. His jacket flew onto his face and he swore angrily. Once he regained his vision, he looked up.

In front of him stood a woman who appeared young; she was anything but. Her black hair swirled around her face, which carried a wry smile. The woman’s dark grey eyes appeared amused at the man’s appearance.

“Greetings, brother,” she said politely, her voice unfazed by the weather. “You called?”

“I am no brother of yours, traitor,” he sneered, using his powers to block the rain as she was. “You could never be a sister of mine.”
“Oh, but I am,” she replied coyly. “After all, were we not created by the same being? We don’t all have to follow him, however.”

He shuddered as a memory of horrible pain suddenly plagued him. The scar on his shoulder tingled as he thought of their first battle. Her change of heart had shocked him, but it was irelevent now.

The man growled, refocusing his mind, “You don’t even call him by title anymore! You’re simply a demon to me!”

Her grin widened, for she knew she had hit home. “Does it really matter now, Luce? Now, what did you call me here for?” Her teeth glinted as another bolt cut through the sky. “You should know you might get sick out here.”

Ignoring the taunt, he said, “Tell me what it is you are doing now! He may trust you, but I doubt you have been simply hiding in your home all these years.”

“That hurts, brother,” she whined, “it really does. Do you not believe in me anymore?” He shook his head aggressively and she sighed.

“Stop avoiding the question and answer!” he demanded. “I have little time to waste.”

“So what if I am up to something?” she replied. “What will you do?”

“Just tell me before I am forced to do anything!” he roared, fangs beginning to protrude from his mouth. He could feel his anger controlling him but no longer cared.

Before either of them could say anything else, an older man appeared from the portal. He shuffled over to the woman and whispered something to her. Her eyes narrowed with distaste for whatever he was saying.

“I apologize, brother, but I must leave you now,” she said waving a dismissive hand. She turned and started to walk back.

“You will not leave!” he bellowed, rage increasing. Claws grew where his nails once were and his pupils turned to slits.

“And if I do?” she challenged his implied threat again.

“I will stop you, Namid! No matter what it takes!” he hissed. She smiled at him, eyes filled with sadistic glee.

“I accept,” she said.

She charged him, accidently throwing her servant into the portal. He cried out in shock, but the noise vanished as the shadows swallowed him.

Her skin turned to night black scales that shined. Leathery wings appeared on her back and she took flight. When she stopped to hover, he saw her entire true form roaring at him. Long, curved horns hung on her head with a webbing of string and gems threaded through them. Her four feet brandished their natural weapons, threatening him.

He howled in pre-assumed triumph and changed form as well. Wing snatched at his own wings as he followed her to the aerial battle field.