DragonScar13

He was seated in what used to be a comfortable chair but now was as dry and worn as his body had become.  A slow glance to one of the endless monitors revealed a husband striking his spouse hard enough to cause her to fall against a corner of their counter top, killing the poor woman instantly.  Moving his eyes to another screen he carefully watched a group of men abusing a teenager still pleading to be let go.  But rather than flinch at the sight of violence or the lack of humanity, the old man simply raised a gnarled hand to shield the world from a cough.  Yet it was that action alone that startled him the most.  Only minutes before, he had

Physical Characteristics Height: 5'8 Weight: 119 lbs Posture: Scarlet generally stands up with her back straight, but her hands always in her pockets and head always tilted upward, as if viewing the sky. Build: Average, slightly muscular build.  She isn't going to win the Olympics without her powers, but she isn't average. Skin: Olive complexion, as if perpetually tanned. Hair: Flame orange hair that she keeps cut no longer than her chin and in a somewhat boyish fashion. Widow's peak?: She's only 18, so no. Ears: Small ears that come to a gentle point, as if some sort of half-elf.  However, it has various piercings in both. Eyes: Amb

Chapter 0 “A Soldier's Tale” “We were a small squadron composed of elite members of the Glysin army.  The squad was given a single objective.  Investigate the ruins that Glysin archeologists discovered.  Looking back, I should have questioned why they needed men like myself.  But then again, I doubt the likely hood of questioning my orders.  I am a soldier.  I go where I am told and I shoot when asked to.  It is all I know. Its all I need to know.  But even then, I would have hesitated had I known what we were heading into. “Our unit, the Hell-Born as our commanding officer ironically christened us, arriv

 The water rippled slowly as he dipped his fingers into the pond.  Bringing the cool, sweet water up to his lips, the raven haired man drank slowly.  He turned his head to gaze at the forest behind him, tips of the trees reaching to the sky as if trying to catch the stars that decorated the sky.  The man's lips formed into a small smile…yet it seemed cruel, malevolent even.  Stepping out of the water's chilly depths, the darkly cloaked man's calloused hands nimbly attached his long bow and quiver case to his back.  Making sure they were attached securely, he then reverently removed his sheathed blade from the earth it was impaled upon.