The harsh white reflecting the burning orange from far below, blocked by large black shadows on all sides. His bright red eyes locked with those of the shorter girl next to him. Then towards the towering shadow lumbering slowly across the wooden deck of the longship in the frozen sky. The two warriors looked once more towards each other, giving a solemn nod and preparing to dodge. But quick as a bolt of lightning, white flashed between them. To his right, a sickening thunk followed by the deck being suddenly stained a deep crimson. His head snapping to his right, the boy watched his comrade falling to her knees as a large shard of ice impaled her, and she stared up at him with pain evident in her desperate eyes.
"B-brother." She gasped amid pained breaths but never was able to finish as yet another shard impaled her. This time silencing the girl for good.
"Azaleth!" The boy yelled, too late to save his sister, barely making it to her side in time to catch her collapsing corpse.
The world suddenly went silent, dark. Time seemed to freeze as all time suddenly stood still. A lone scream pierced the silence, its source remaining unseen.
Another shard of ice surged forwards, aimed this time at the boy collapsed on his knees. Moments before it impacted, he turned with a maddened look in his eyes. All around him, flame suddenly leaped forward and into existence. The magical shard melted upon impact as the other shadows moved slowly away from this new flame. Then as it appeared, the blaze suddenly disappeared. The boy stood in its place, large wings like an angel but black as night now sprouting from his back. In his hands, an obsidian-black greatsword with glowing red runes. He grinned devilishly, showing off two wolfish fangs near the back of his mouth. Fire burned within his red eyes, as he launched violently forward. His weapon following in a vicious arc, leaving behind a red afterglow as he made a strike towards his enemy. The being that had destroyed his last family deflected the blow with ease, a behemoth bearing a wicked sword. However, their fight was only beginning, as the boy lurched forward once more and followed up with another set of vicious, desperate attacks.
The being seemed to have no trouble stopping these attacks then lashed out with a savage kick. The boy went rocketing backward, slamming through the mast of the longship and barely able to stop himself with his massive wings. With a mighty battle cry, the boy shot forward a wall of flame, charging directly in behind it, hoping to catch his opponent off guard. As they drew near, the wicked sword from early cut through the mighty blaze, making a long, deep cut on the surprised boy's face. Reeling in pain as blood slowly dripped to the floor, the boy for a second changed. His fangs disappearing, the manic expression fading, and the glow fading from his eyes. Stumbling forward, soft licks of flame began to run along his skin as if trying to regain that rage from earlier. The being did not allow that chance, reaching out and closing an armored gauntlet around the boy's head it lifted him from his feet. Showing him off like a trophy to the crew of the longship, who each lashed out with their weapons. Opening long, deep wounds all across his body while hissing in a foreign language at the boy's cries of pain. The being waited until his parade left them at the edge of the ship, then drew a large knife. In a single move, he severed the boy's wings. As they fell away into the darkness, the boy screamed out in pain. Something unlike he had ever felt before, burning along his back as if in the shape of his wings. The fire faded from his body, turning cold as ice.
Then the being spoke in a deep, menacing tone.
"Your foolish efforts come to an end, princeling. I am Eredin, and your fire..." It said, pointing towards a massive burning flame over the ruins of a once great red keep. The flame slowly fading, draining into the fleet of flying longships which began to glow with energy.
"Is mine." The being said as it raised its sword, ready to strike down the lone survivor. Weakly the boy raised his hand as if to stop the blade, preparing for inevitable death. But a sudden blast of ripped through the ship, cutting it in half as it started to slowly sink from the sky. Through his fading vision, the boy weakly looked around. The villianous longships ominously floating in the sky, below the ruins of Hell sat silently. Frozen in an eternal winter as in the distance a massive wall of ice closed in on the last remaining stronghold of this plane. The end of his people, the boy knew. Everybody else had already perished at the hands of this... Eredin. Above him, he faintly heard a loud roar and saw Drakon closed in, shooting breathes of ice in every direction towards these enemies. Odd, because he knew she had no element. As his vision gave way, the boy could have sworn he saw a glimpse of suddenly blue sky. Different from the permanent red of his home. Grass plains, something which only existed in other dimensions he had invaded... but then the world went black.
A dot in the sky slowly grew bigger for the young princess. Accompanied by the desperate roars of a dragon that was not her own. The speck eventually grew into the form of a person, falling and unmoving towards the surface. A large white dragon in full dive behind him, trying desperately to reach the boy. However, it would not reach him in time. A loud smash was heard, accompanied by dust flying upwards into the sky as the boy slammed into a nearby field. Then the dragon crashed down, looking at the small crater holding the bloodied and broken form of the boy, yet somehow he was still alive. But barely. A loud roar of pain shook the lands as the dragon roared to the sky, and any nearby heard a pained female voice in their minds. Screaming a single name, that of the boy laying broken before her.
TREVINTER!
