Ch 1 The key

Deep in the forest a natural disaster blurred by ripping up trees and houses. Terrorizing and traumatizing the people. The fear, confusion, and panic, give way to chaos. Chaos so intense and profound that the scent of it drives the local animals into a feeding frenzy. The shadowy cloaks that blend in with the shade cast by the environment. The irregular skull masks that speak of the inevitable. The hauntingly red eyes that drive away all the worlds sanity.

The Grimm descends on this unfortunate village. A pronged strike, almost like it was planned. At the backs a storm so powerful that leaves you breathless and weak in the knees. And surrounded them from the front, the creatures of Grimm stand strong and imposing. Wild and without mercy. The people, the city, the soldiers…. They stood no chance. They odds just weren't I'm their favor. The Grimm attack and feast on the them with an unquenchable hunger. Playing with them, as the world exacts its judgment.

The storm blows over the town and the eye settles over it. Like a god looking over its work. Blood and destruction is all that's left, no survivors. The Grimm are long gone. All of a sudden a burning light appears in the eye of the storm, if you closer you could almost make out the form of a keyhole. A speck could be seen. Growing larger by the second until like a meteor it impacts the town. When the dust clears, the town is gone. The blood gone, traveling with the force of the wind. The wreckage blown away, scattered leaving nothing. A giant jagged brown dot in the middle of impressive foliage.

In the man made desert, a body of boy could be found. Vibrant blue hair, with the tips a greenish-yellow. His face boyish but shows signs of maturity. The color of his skin, a golden brown. He is draped in a black hoodie, and jeans with futuristic shoes cover the bottom half of his body. Beside him lay a weapon, that to the misinformed, a misshapen blade that has the features of a key. The guard irregular and weird. Around his neck lays a necklace, the beads glowing an eerie blue and and hanging from them, a wolf emblem with the number 4 etched into it.

POV change- night

I woke to sounds of wildlife. My fingers picking up the feeling of course and hot sand beneath me. I groggily get up. I struggle to open my eyes but I do not panic. ' panic leads to indecision and indecision leads to failure and failure leads to death' just one of apprentice Shiat's drops of knowledge. That he gives us rookies now and then.

I look around at my surroundings, I note the wildlife is far denser and vibrant compared to my own. But nothing tells me that I am no longer on Kappa's Prime than staring at the shattered moon above. I am no longer home, I am without a key, and therefore I am stranded. I must not despair, for it is only when I'm lost that the path I follow eventually ends at doorway. " hopefully by then I'll have my chosen partner".