“All my life has been a tide-pool of loss and mystery. Every time I turned around–I was loosing everything that mattered to me–to the clutches of death. I can’t let that happen again.”
I said those very words to someone I had loved. Someone whose grave I stood over. His name was Vlex Koromandi. My name is something I wish had never been granted. If it hadn’t, and I not been born, then Vlex would still be alive. This is how it started.
There used to be a small group of mercenaries, back when monsters still had to be hunted throughout the woods. The group specialized in trapping and killing. I was the founder. Some beast claiming his name was Saurocroth roved the depths of the forest day and night slaying an occasional passerby. Such an atrocity can not go without notice, thus started the revolution.
Men and women alike took up any arms within reach to kill Saurocroth. I led them. Within days of the monster’s first sighting, we had already learned he possessed the uncanny ability to lift incredible weight, had superior intellect, and even more superior power. Although we were unable to stop him at first, we forced the atrocity to the southern reaches of Arryen. There he disappeared for a number of months.
We were like hunters upon a bird. Capturing it without mercy. Just in this case, we wanted to kill it. When he emerged once again, he was taller and stronger and more crafty than ever. The first time we had driven him away we were pretty impressed with ourselves. Here, not so. Our abilities were null against this masterful monster of madness. In our bloody baptism of fire, we realized Saurocroth was a human like us, just granted incredible powers by falling comets. It was too late for apologies though.
At last, we stopped him, but it cost us far more then we’d ever expected. Vlex Koromandi. He had bravely flung himself into the line of fire, taking all the shots and even damaging the monster’s shields a bit. With his death we were devastated. Which leaves me where I am now. What is one to do when all they live for is done?
There is the opportunity of joining Saurocroth, as a sort of remorse or repay, or I can simply continue what I’ve started. As I look at Vlex’s burial stone, I make the choice. I’ll fight for what he died doing. We’ve been friends, almost brothers, since childhood. I owe him that much at least.”
Not far away, a small, wily rascal of a boy, sitting next to his family, came wheeling up the lane towards an old cottage, yet filled with spirit and memory. The boy disembarked, running his hands across the smooth wood. He could sense adventure in it.