Rizor-Prologue

PROLOGUE- BROKEN MEMORIES

20th June 2744C.E.
         Two years ago. Two years.
         The man sat on the edge of the water, slowly running his foot through the liquid. It rippled upon contact.
         The water rippling around her...
         Shaking his head, the man rose up and gathered his furs around him.
         A beautiful young girl wrapping her coat around her, the freezing arctic winds beating at her.
         Sylus Moraine sighed and looked around. The white snow spread for miles around him, more settling on top, each layer thick and cold.
         “Look, Dad, look! I can make a snow bear!”
         Sylus looked at the very spot she had stood upon and uttered those words. The slab of stone rising from it, inches from the water pool.
         Screams of terror. Shouting. Yells. A roar.
         Sylus found his head turning unconsciously towards the horizon.
         A polar bear running forward. Blood coming from hundreds of injuries all over it’s body. The creature chasing it.
         More shouting and screaming.
         Sylus knew that he should stop, should leave, but he found the memories drawing on him like a plague.
         Chaos. The others running around everywhere. Absolute carnage. Running around in search of her.
         Then the polar bear reached the clearing- but the creature was moments behind. It leapt forward and tore at the bear. The bear spun around and launched an attack on the creature. A second, younger polar bear ran from underneath the first and ran towards the pool.
         Pain yanked on Sylus. He knew what happened next- it haunted his every dream- but he found himself dragged in.
         Seeing her at the edge of the pool. Rushing forward in an attempt to rescue her. Then the crash.
         The ice around the pool cracked. The young polar bear came up next to her. Then the crowd blocked them from view.
         Rushing forward in blind panic. Unable to think, only fear.
         Suddenly, the explosion. Bursting from the centre of the lake- the man in black.
         But there was no young polar bear.
         And she was gone too.
         The lake had expanded nearly thirty metres- it covered the space the two had been standing on.
         Anguish filled Sylus’ heart. He remembered the man rushing forward and throwing the original polar bear away from the creature. Grabbing the beast and yelling something. A flash.
         Then the two were gone.
         And it was over.
         Sylus was on his knees now, crying in pain of the loss over two years ago, but on his mind every day. For several minutes he sobbed into his hands, before he finally recovered. Taking a deep breath, he looked up.
         Lying in the snow was a single blonde hair.
         Confused, he went over and picked it up. It felt warm in his palm. And it seemed vaguely familiar.
         Suddenly, a blast erupted from the water. Leaping back, Sylus fell face down into the snow. When he got up, he wished he hadn’t.
         Before him was a creature of a type he had only seen once before- the same but different at the same time.
         It was huge, about three metres tall. It had eighteen arms and four legs, a green-scaled body and gold hair. Not to mention red eyes and claws.
         Sylus shouted for help, but knew no one could hear him.
         The creature went suddenly still. It’s pointed ears twitched once.
         The air to the right of it seemed to erupt with light. When it cleared up a figure had appeared. His black hair was spiked up, eyes covered by sunglasses.  Tall and thin, handsome, dressed in a black top, black jeans, black trench coat and black boots, despite the extreme cold temperature of the Arctic.
         The man from two years ago.
         “What the...” gasped Sylus. The creature roared at the man.
         “Silence, demon,” the man growled. The creature- the demon- lunged forward, before being thrown back by the man. Despite being no more than eighteen, the man was able to easily throw the demon away from him, using strength way beyond his mortal frame.
         Before the demon could do anything, a second light appeared behind it. From it came a second recognizable figure. Although slightly larger, with fur whiter than he remembered, Sylus knew what- who- it was. The young polar bear.
         It leapt forward and swiped a paw at the demon and cracked it’s head open. But despite this injury, it got up and smacked the bear away from it.
         Sylus was beyond confused now, and turned around. And nearly died of shock.
         The girl before him was fourteen, with long blonde hair as beautiful as she was herself. Medium height, slim, perfect emerald green eyes. Wearing a bright red dress, cutting off at the ankles with a long cut up the side to the hip, holding a diamond sword, which appeared to have a trigger built into the handle.
         “Linyra,” Sylus muttered. The girl- his daughter- looked him straight in the eye for a moment, then moved past him and aimed her sword at the demon. She pressed a trigger and the end of the blade suddenly emitted a red blast that tore a hole in the demon’s chest. It let out a horrible roar before trying to flee towards the lake.
         The man shot forward at an impossible speed- Sylus didn’t even see him move- and grabbed the demon by the neck. He suddenly made an unusual sword materialise in his hand, and drove it into the demon’s chest. The creature let out a last bloody roar before dying. The man dropped the corpse onto the floor.
         “Is it dead?” asked a female voice. It took Sylus a few seconds to realise where the voice had come from.
         The polar bear was speaking English.
         Sylus nearly dropped dead of shock.
         “I think so, Aurora, but I can’t be certain- some of these guys are tricky bastards- yet I’m pretty sure,” muttered the man. He rose and wiped red-soaked snow from the hem of his coat.
         Now I’ve gone insane, thought Sylus.
         “They really should set up a company to make demons pay criminal damages,” Aurora joked.
         “This bugger hasn’t actually damaged anything recently- at least, nothing human,” Linyra pointed out.
         “Except your father over there might be a little shocked,” the man reminded her. She gasped and spun around, having forgotten him in the confusion.
         “Linyra… how…” Sylus said.
         “Father...” Linyra muttered, then threw her arms around him. The man was looking out at the demon’s body, checking it to ensure he was dead. He nodded, apparently satisfied.
         Linyra pulled back from her father, eyes watery.
         “How...” Sylus gasped. Before he could get the sentence out, the man suddenly let out a yell that sounded painful, but there was nothing there.
         “What is it Ar...?” started Aurora.
         “We need to get back to our base. NOW!” the man shouted.
         “Why?” frowned Linyra.
         “The demons are sending a Coven bomb,” reported the man. Linyra gasped.
“I can’t leave my father here!” she yelled.
“You don’t have a choice Linyra- the portal would break him. Now come on, or you’ll both die here,” the man snapped.
‘Die?’ thought Sylus worriedly as the man waved a hand in the air, and it suddenly seemed to tear open, a rift. He stepped into it and vanished. Aurora looked slightly shocked- or as shocked as a polar bear can look- before rushing into the rift after the man.
Linyra looked to her father. Tears rolled loose from her eyes.
         “No…” Sylus gasped. He had lost his daughter before, and now she had returned to him. But he was about to lose her again.
         “I’m sorry,” she sighed. Then she ran into the rift. She and the rift vanished.
         “NO!” screamed Sylus. He barely registered the water exploding, and it hitting him. He barely noticed the total pain, nor the silver and gold flames that erupted from the lake. He didn’t even notice his own death.
         All he noticed was the absence of his daughter, even as his soul passed on.