1 Prologue: Shadowblood (1/2)

Power is what every living being desire. It drives them wild. Makes them mad. It makes them lose their souls. It is what changes the persona of one's soul. If only they knew that power would only lead to their fall. For every king has its reign until darkness rises.

In the Olden Times, there were 7 Great Races, all with whom desired to rule all. They forged relics of unimaginable powers. Know asPhantasm Relics. Weapons crafted from Ancient Magic and Spirit Beasts that surpassed all the Rulers and even Gods of Zareth. These relics were to create peace amongst one another. And peace did happen. But it would never last...

For there was one who desired to obtain all 7 relics to conquer the Mortal and Immortal Realms of Zareth. One that was consumed by rage and darkness. A being that surpassed all.

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In the darkness of the woods, there are four cloaked men and three young women chained up.

”So these are the ones the Royals were talking so much about? Quite the pretty lot huh?” Derik places the tip of dagger under a young woman's chin, her head starts shaking in fear. She had a pale fair-faced complexion, bright alluring aqua eyes and long curly snow colored hair that looked mythical and flawless. She was wearing a sparkling white dress with no shoes on, she looked like an angel. The moonlight shone over her pale face.

”Yes, it is a pure maiden,” Said another man who was against an oak with his arms crossed. He wore a black cloak with a hood on. Two Great-Swords were strapped on his back. This man was indeed a Witcher. A Witcher is a hunter who hunts down any beasts or being with Chaos and advanced weaponry that is fused with Chaos energy.

Chaos wasn't exactly magic, no, it was something far more different. Only Witchers knew how to use this type of powerful sorcery which was a magical force fueled by darkness.

Derik walks in a circle around the three young women who were presumably maidens. Derik was a Ranger who was hired by the Order to acquire Maidens who were used to create mana cores know as Divine Hearts which could heal any living being from deadly diseases, wounds, and even grant immortality.

”So who will it be? I wonder. What do you think the Great Witcher of Clan Basilisk Fang, Renzen Mountur? ” Derik unsheathes his long-sword and points the tip of the blade towards the three shaking chains up to the young woman that was just captured by Derik and his group of Rangers. They all begin to shake even more.

”Please just leave us alone! We will do whatever you tell us!” Cry out the three maidens.

”That is enough Derik. We have done our job,” Said Renzen as he gripped the handle of his onyx Great Sword that was forged with Xaloron steel and Basilisk fangs. It was a legendary weapon that had slain many powerful beasts and even the greatest 'evils' in Zareth.

”Tch you always had a soft spot for woman Renzen,” Derik spat on the darkened grassy ground below and picked up one maiden, it was the one with snowy colored hair. They were in the Forbidden Forest, a place where most escaping criminals would go into. A sea of ash-colored forest trees spanned for miles on end, it was tough for anyone to spot any being in this forest. Unless you had a Witcher hunting you.

Renzen angrily gritted his teeth, he knew Derik wasn't a man he could trust. A sick man he was. But he was only doing this mission because his clan was being threatened by the Order and the Phoneix Kingdom.

Next to Derik was another Ranger who had a more bulky and taller body frame, he was built like a gorilla. His name was Steelarm and he looked serious as hell as he pulled down his dark green Ranges robe from his head. His medium-length army cut golden blonde hair flowed with the wind and his sharp emerald eyes were focused at the task ahead. He was a born warrior.

Derik was the Commander of the Vanguard Rangers. The ones who protected the 7 Kingdoms. But now he was working secretly with the Order. Steelarm was his apprentice.

”I can sense that two of them are half-bloods,” Said Steelarm as he unsheathed his knights-sword and walks closer to the so-called maidens. The silver blade of his long-sword glimmered and shined with the moonlight above the starry night skies.

”What are you waiting for Renzen tell us who are the false maidens are,”Derik said as he clenched the steel handle of his long-sword.

Renzen was reluctant to tell them. He could see the fear in these woman's eyes. The fear of death. He senses that they were all sisters, he could see their aura-flow patterns all matched, however, there wasn't any Holy Light radiating from two of the sisters. They weren't pureblood maidens.

”Renzen! Fucking tell us already!” Derik gritted his teeth, veins were popping out from his forehead.

Renzen bit his tongue and pointed at the two women who weren't pureblood maidens. His fingers trembled with anger, his oath of protecting the people as Witcher was broken. What would his lover back at his clan be thinking of him now? Renzen had always been a good man, one who fought for his clan. He protected them all from the dangerous bloodthirsty beasts that roamed about in Zareth. But now the only beasts before him were his own kind.

Derik nodded his head and licked his lips, ”Good...Good. I guess we can have some fun with both of them,” He starts to unzip his pants and walks over to the three shivering women who all had white hair and glimmering aqua eyes.

”No please! Spare us!” Screams out one of the half-blood maidens as she tightly gripped Steelarm's forearm and begs for her life.

”Get your filthy hands off me!” Steelarm quickly slices off her arm and fresh warm blood splattered into his furious face.

”AAAAAH!!!” Screams out the woman in pain as she falls to the ashy ground and starts rolling around in agony.

Steelarm hated those who were weaker than him and most of all he hated those who would dare touch him. His 'god complex' knew no bounds. After all, he was born into a family of pureblood legendary warriors known as Hyrules.

Renzen clenched his fist, he was about to fight back and save her life, but it was too late.

Steelarm plunged his knight-sword deep into the heart of the screaming half-blood maiden. She was quickly silenced.

”No! How could you!?” Renzen slashed down his Great-Sword towards Steelarm who swiftly blocked the strike with the base of his steel blade. Renzen's Chaos aura blasted out of his body, it was a dark shadowy color. This dark chaos energy was burning up Steelarm's clothes and steel blade of his sword.