tale of a warrior pt. 2 introPart 2: the Dark EmpireIntroI was stuck in the abyss for three years until a portal just opened. My home... earth... was on the other side. It was home, but didn't feel quite right. Being literally nowhere for three years, then going to a planet is big change. My surrounding appeared normal. There was a school, kids, trees, but their clothes looked different. Not at all like my old 70's style clothes and long hair. They were all dressed fancy. The boys with short hair and girls with long hair.Things had drastically changed. Using stealth, I arrived in the city. Ceres confronted me. "The legend lives! It is an honor to meet you... when you're not trying to kill us all in your demon form. Follow me. I will take you to the others." The HQ was several feet under the school. Wonder whose idea that was? I unfortunately knew some of the kids assisting the dragons.Their choice in allies irked me. About to enter the hall leading to the command center, some old enemies challenged me to a fig
tale of a warrior chapter 5We continued walking until we reached the door, exiting the shadow realm. "Kathryn, this is were you go on." My voice serious and worried. "Return to San Francisco and don't look back." Before she knew what was happening, she was on the other end. I flew to Phoenix's tower and was attacked. I had vanished.Personal log: Kathryn (Tulipe the dragon)The war was officially lost to us after Shadow did not return. We fear the worst... it's been three months now. We were winning until this new black dragon appeared. All of us think the dragon is like Cynder... but its not her or Phoenix. This dragon is a demon... the Demon of the Skies. It has captured Spyro as well, the dragon strikes in the night. We cannot fight someone we cannot see.End logOur base is underground, but that did not stop this "demon". There was a scream... it was here. The guards were killed with the flick of a paw and me pinned to the wall. This thing was breathing deeply, it had to be a male. His size was great... but
something slightly funnyI don't always dress up like Jason... but when I do... I make sure your around.Not sure why I see this as funny. But I still think it is.
my war with JasonJason belongs to Friday the thirteenth.It was a dark and cold night. Strange for being the middle of summer. The moon was full, casting strange anomalies across the street. I lay in bed wide awake. Something wasn't right. I slipped on my old military honor guard uniform. Black shining boots, black pants, blue top with an american flag on the left shoulder. The warn VFW hat still fit perfectly and the sabre strapped to my belt. A dark figure stood on the other side of the street gloating at me. A bloody machete gripped in his right hand, and a somewhat white hockey mask over his face. His uniform undescribable due to the lack of light.He spoke in a deep voice. "Death will be quick for you boy. Prepare to die." His words made me shiver. But if its a fight he wants... a fight he'll get. With me, I brought an extra sabre. I confronted him. Slowly and cautiously he lowered his blade. I threw the sabre to him. In unison, we unsheathed our weapons. Jason spoke again. "I cannot tell whether