2 Prologue

Red mountains sliced through the still sky like a jagged bloody mirror. Sunlight poured over its ridges, scouring the surface to destroy the darkness that threatened to wipe out the reminiscent of yesterday.

Figures waltzed silently threw burning flames as Yerga sung tunelessly, the bottom of her staff pulling up rock as it was soundlessly drawn in ritualistic circles.

Yerga's rustic eyes slitted dangerously as the spells shapes were complete, the dug out lines radiating an otherworldy purple. Jei poured from her hands suddenly and blasted through the flames. Thick roots shot up from the dirtand snaked up her muscular body, carving its teeth into her swirling tattoos of winged woman and sailor men.

She watched as pieces of images of her niece formed in the blaze.

Hellenia Azreal was currently fighting a beast with only her wit and sword. Her rogiae stood at the side of the battle watching with distaste la.

"Go crawl up that horrid cave you call your mother, Beast." Hellenia grinned as the beast roared lunging for her, she swiftly ducked to the side and swung her blade downwards.

Yerga tutted shaking her head, her nieces antics could anger any old ogre, but the insults she hurled were becoming quite ridiculous.

Sighing she dipped her dagger in a pure substance that came from the jihallee caves and sliced her palm effortlessly. Blood dripped from her palm and welcomed the flames, sizzling and tainting the air with a scent of death.

The image altered a little, now depicting the future.

Yerga chuckled lowly, seeing her work pay off in the flames. She rubbed her now healed hands together vigorously. "I told you not to piss me off woman, you'll be dead soon and your soul will be mine."

She tossed her staff into the fire waiting for chaos to begin.

This was sure to fuck that horrible woman's life up.