He opened his eyes and saw the skies, the moon was full and the wind was whistling. He heard and felt a thousand raging footsteps, the vibrations shook the ground an unseen force compelled him to rise from his comfortable position.

Ryan got up from the ground and saw a hoard of rotten corpse matching towards what looked like a war. As he stood there observing, a violent wind pass by before realizing it was only accompanying what seem to be a 10 feet well built man. It run through the corpses like it was walking in a sunflower field but the corpses he trumpled just got back up like it was nothing.

The unseen force grew stronger, Ryan's body started to move on its own and the corpses from behind were no help. They push him toward "the war" .

"whurrg thurrg huuurl..."

He was unable to talk clearly, it seemed like his throat was swollen. He noticed about four people Isolated from the messy war that was going on. As he kept moving he caught a glimpse of a man with unbelievable silky-smooth hair which the whistling wind waved in his face. It seem to destroy the heroic pose that isolated group have been maintaining for some time now.

He wondered why they aren't being pull towards "the war". Lost I thought, a huge ball of flame fell from the sky he tried to dive out of the way but for some reason he couldn't, he fell face flat on the ground but thanked God for peri feral vision anyways. He got back up only to be riddled with bullets, he then noticed he had gotten to "the war". A boy about 17yrs in a blue uniform came charging at him, he quickly held his hand but the sword he was holding was already inside him.

He felt no pain but he didn't like it, he tried pulling it out but the blade of the double edged sword slid right through the the palm of his skin. He finally noticed he wasn't bleeding not from the hole in his chest and definitely not from the deep cuts in his palms.

He was losing when a man with scales on greater part of his body smashed the boy's skull in. He had no time to decide if he was relived or shuttered by what has happened when he was raised by the sword trusted in him by the scale man in a horrible shorts.

A blinding light appeared from nowhere and burnt him to a crisp the smell of burnt skin made him hungry.

A hungry man being an angry man he became more aggressive, he charged at the soldiers in the blue but a huge wolf running wild knocked him down but but before he could hit the ground face first the hilt of the sword did first and it went deeper into his body. The whimpering sound the wolf made gave him some form of satisfaction.

"huurm huurm huurm"

He made a sound that resambled laughter, he stayed like that for about an hour and then started to pass out. Suddenly he was pushed to the ground, it was the red scaled man, he shouted something out but all Ryan could see was his lips move a moment later another person showed up he immediately knew it was the sliky smooth hair hero. He couldn't see his face everything was blurry he knelt and a green emerald dangled in front of him. They seemed to be looking at his ears as he drifted back into the dark the green emerald glowed.