Prologue Final Part
"Is everybody ok?" Kyle's question got multiple responses from all the people gathered outside the mine. Kyle was busy checking that everybody was ok when the stranger walked up. "Hey mister! Everybody, this is the guy that saved us." The stranger was instantly bombarded with thanks and offers from all the people. He was surrounded and saw no way to back out. Finally he jumped up high and landed outside the grateful mob. "People! I'm happy that your free and humbled by your thanks. But I can't stay. I was just drifting through on my way to Capital City. I really should be going now." Some of the mob cheered thanks, others cheered for him to stay. Kyle tore hjmself away from the group and ran up to him. "Do you really have to go mister? Why don't you stay here?" The stranger knelt down so that he was eye level with Kyle. "Look little one, this isn't where I belong. I have a purpose in life that I must fufil. Your purpose right now is to stay here and grow up into a man. Someday you'll understand." Kyle stared into the hooded face of the stranger, "Then let me come with you. You could teach me those cool moves and I could help you out with whatever you need." The stranger shook his head. "No little one. You must stay here. I just said I have something I must do. Well that something is at Capital City. If you really want to see me then when you're old enough, come find me. Now I must go. This is goodbye." The stranger stoid up and said farewell to all the people before walking off in the direction of the capital. The people all cheered their thanks and good-byes as he left before they all turned back towards each other to figure out what should be done now that Claire was gone. Kyle though wouldn't take no for an answer. When the people weren't looking he grabbed his hoverboard and flew off after the stranger.
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A light was flashing next to a blank screen. A gloved finger tapped the light and the screen flickered to life. There was text on the screen along with a picture. Then a voice was heard, deep and commanding. "A bounty, huh? Jet! Vira! We've got a job." Two voices replied in unison, "Yes, Lord Byron."
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The surroundings were stone pillars in a barren wasteland. The landscape looked like this pretty much everywhere where a city wasn't. To power the cities, the life was drained from the surrounding landscape. It was through this that the stranger walked. In the sky above him, Kyle was following on his hoverboard. The stranger sighed and yelled out, "Go home kid. I'm not going to train you and you shouldn't look up to me." In an undertone that Kyle wouldn't hear he added, "Not after what I've done" Kyle pretended not to hear him thinking that if he didn't acknowledge the comment, the stranger would think he was getting paranoid. It didn't work. "Kid, either you go home or I'll make you go home."
Yeah right. Even you can't get me up here mister. You've got a minute kid." Kyle figured he was bluffing and continued moving above him. Towards the end of the minute the stranger just stopped.
Is he gonna try to get me? The stranger looked up and crouched down as if to make a jump for Kyle. Suddenly Kyle's hoverboard was shot through. He started falling rapidly to the ground. He screamed for help and without missing a beat, the stranger leapt up and grabbed him. "You ok?" Kyle nodded. "Yeah, but how'd you shoot my board?" The stranger landed and stood Kyle behind him. "I didn't"
"Fast reaction time, incredible leap, tattered cloak and small boy. You're the one we're looking for." The stranger looked around.
That voice! I know him! "Hehe, he looks like he's still gonna be fun to play with."
I know her voice to. "Quit fooling around. This is a job not a playdate."
So it's those three huh? Just great. There was an explosion in front of the stranger and Kyle. Kyle covered his eyes and looked away. When he looked back there was three people standing in the explosion crater. The one to there left was a man with slicked blue hair. He wore a black tank that showed his muscles along with black pants and black combat boots. To there right was a girl the couldn't have been older than 20. She wore a black short sleeve shirt as well as a black skirt that didn't reach past her knees. She had a ponytail made with her emerald green hair. The one in the middle though looked the most dangerous. He had short blond hair and black gloves on his hands. he wore a gold shirt with a black jacket over it. His black jeans were torn in a couple places. The steanger stepped forward but still made sure Kyle was behind him.
"So this what you three do now? Attack children? I thought you of all people were betted than that, Byron." The man in the middle stepped forward. "Don't worry, I am better than that. Jet's the one that shot at him." The man to Byrons left laughed. "And I almost hit him to. I just need a bit more practice." The woman simply crossed her arms. "We're here on a job. That's what you said not even one minute ago. Sound familiar!?" Jet backed up a bit. "Geez lighten up Vira." Byron stepped forward, "Anyways, we're here for you." The stranger didn't move or even sound surprised, "So how much did she offer you?" Byron showed no surprise that he knew, "You could put it better as what she's offering everyone. She didn't hire us, she place a bounty on your head. The highest bounty in history. Her entire trillion fortune, all for your head." The stranger looked back at Kyle. "You may want to leave kid." Kyle however shook his head and ran up to Byron. "This mister is a nice guy. You leave him alone!" All three laughed, "You say we've gone low? You gonna let some kid fight for you?" The stranger stayed silent. "Look kid, he's not a nice guy. Believe me, I know him personally. Isn't that right? Death Demon?" Kyle looked back at the stranger. "There... there was a reason... a reason I didn't want you to follow me." The stranger pulled back his hood and Kyle finally got to see the face of his hero. He had pointed ears and spiked red hair. His eyes were pure red, the whites, the pupils, all blood red. Kyle recognized the features from the stories. A demon that slaughtered thousands in the last two of the four great wars. He single-handly destroyed a three-thousand man army in just seven minutes. His atrocities were legendary. No one that ever stood before him lived to see another day. The man was a monster.
Kyle saw this and tears welled in his eyes, his hero was a villan. Kyle ran off crying while the demon looked at the ground with a solemn look. "Aw, cheer up Demon. You'll be dead soon." The demon looked up and glared at Byron. "No. I've still got something I must do before I die."
Kyle was running home. His hero was actually one of the greatest evils known to the planet. As he ran he couldn't help but remember. He always spoke in a calm and friendly voice. He only disabled all the men, never causing a permanent injury. He saved his entire town, and wanted nothing in return. Kyle stopped running and turned back. His hero wasn't a villan. Whoever he may have been, he wasn't that way now. Just as Kyle realized that, one of the stone pillars to his left was shattered. From the rubble, the demon stood up. He had lost his cloak and was wearing a full suit of black and red armor. Suddenly Byron appeared with a gold sword and slashed. The demon dodged and jumped back only for jet to come up and attack with a blue spear. The demon kicked it away and went for a kick but was parried by the kick of Vira wearing black guantlets and shinguards of metal. It continued with the demon only dodging and parrying for several minutes. Suddenly Byron was hit with a rock in the back of his head. He turned to see Kyle through another which he caught and crushed in his hand. But the opening was all the demon needed. In two swift hits Jet was down unconcious. A few blows later and Vira was doubled over in pain. Byron turned and attacked with his sword but the demon appeared behind him with a strong kick. All three were down. Byron coughed up some blood. "Leave Byron. Don't force me to kill you." Byron glared at him before running over to Jet and Vira. "Just remember this isn't over!" He muttered a few words and suddenly the three of them vanished in a golden light. Kyle ran up to the demon. They stared at each other for a moment before the demon looked away. "Is it true? Are you the Death Demon?" The demon merely nodded, unable to bring himself to speak.
"Cool!" The demon looked back in shock. Kyle was smiling from ear to ear. "That is so cool! I helped the legendary Death Demon!" Kyle was practically dancing in joy. The demon smiled and knelt down. "How old are you kid? And what's your name?" Kyle quickly turned and answered. "I'm Kyle. I'm only eight years old." The demon smiled, "Eight huh? Well tell you what, how would you like to be trained as a warrior?" Kyle's grin got bigger, if that was even possible to begin with. "You mean it?" The demon nodded. "Yep, I'll train you. Just not yet." Kyle suddenly looked confused. "Huh?"
"You're too young right now. So I'll make you this promise. In ten years, come find me in Capital City. Have some sword skill and a way to fly then find me. I'll test you and if you pass my test, I promise to train you." Kyle held out his hand. "Its a promise." he said with a smile on his face. The demon smiled and shook his hand. "Promise."
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It's been ten years. A man with scruffy brown hair and worn blue clothes grabs a large white hoverboard and a sword in a black sheath and heads out the door. "Time to fufil a promise."
Prologue End