Mystic Force

Prologue

Only the small fire is awake in that room, the light flickers off the stone walls, off the collection of skulls and off the golden scales. In a silent slumber is a golden and furry monster; a mixture between heavenly beauty and despair, between the present and the past, between dragon and griffon. Suddenly the air changes, the fire flickers faster then goes out like a whisper.

He opens his eyes, the red glow brighter than the moon, his head lifts slowly, taking in his dark surroundings and welcoming the nightly hours. Then he smiles, he grins with blood stained teeth, it seems that the time has come.

He is sitting up now and is about to leave his cave; however a small maiden stops him.

"Where arth thy master going?" she asks in a small voice, kneeling before him. Her torch is dim and bewteen her palms and her sweat drips like rain. She hates being the last one, the only one.

"My new master," he spits the word with disdain. "Is alive and weak. I must destroy this one before my binds are reformed. Prepare the portal woman." he prepares himself for battle, fire and steam leaking beneath each scale, his nostils are flare whilst he lick-cleans his teeth.

It's been some time since he's traveled, let alone moved far from his cave. Absentmindedly he stretched two pares of wings outward, the clashing of fallen skulls and gold echoing throughout the cave.

"But-t master." she whispers, she's unsure if she should go against him. "This one seems to be in the same world as Master Zak. Going there could mean your death-."

He flings a claw to her throat, latching her to the earth and clinging for her life. She grabs the arm long claws, attempting to push him off. As she began to cry, he crackles a laugh. He adors playing with the weaklings, just as much as he likes playing with his food.

"You think a anemic ancient wizard like him could defeat me? Hmph, you're lucky your insolence has't killed you yet woman, you're the only seer in this damned wood."

"My absoulte apologies my Lord." she pleads, losing air and getting paler by the second. For second though, she wishes she was killed. It would be better than to serve under this demon for the rest of her years.

After a puff of air he releases her, walking back to his bed he orders,"Have that damn portal ready woman, or your head will join my collection. I will leave at dawn."

"Yes my Lord!" she runs in her torn maiden dress. With a different plan coming to mind, she starts to walk with determination in her heels, she can not take this treatment any longer.

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At that same moment, in world of Zak, this master woke from his sleep also; however this is our world.

In fact he jumps from his bed, his old joints popping and his levitation skills propelling him at 2:38am. In a rush he splits doors and walls in his way, debris collecting on his beard.

After turning in the dark halls and passing confused students, he bursts into the conferene room at full speed, the iron and bronze doors barely scratching his fragile body. In a drowzy frenzie, he grabs a tugs the green bell to the left of the door, signalling an emergency meeting.

As head master, he must share this grave news, even if it was his battle alone.

As elderly members began to appear, some from portals and others from thin air, Zak took his spot in the highest chair of the back wall, ignoring the damage of the broken door. Five other members fianlly sit in their seats, sleep present in their baggy eyes.

"Master Zak," Master Green asks. "What in heavens name could be the cause of an emergency meeting in this ungodly our?"

"He's back!" he proclaims, his expression grim. "We need to begin to plan preporations-."

"Who is back?" another elder, Master Lao questions, a satin robe barely covering his aged body.

Zak turns his head to him slowly, a vain prominent on his temple,"He was the Gold demon of Veil, a savoir for humans in... a distant world. Now he's turned to the side of evil and and renamed himself as Jura, Lord of the Red."

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