Warriors Shall Prosper

Prologue

The Untouchables; Narrator 

Years ago

 Like a battle cry the shrieks and commotion of the battle began to increase with each growing second, pervading the world as if in someway it was becoming one with it. It had been more then easy for the Untouchables to infiltrate the civilization because even as they entered the gates the civilians had averted their gazes and flared their nostrils in disgust to be in their presence. Now, as the location lay in flames and destructions, a battle raged at the core of the sector, producing a melody of shrieks and cries that only began to grow larger. 

There in the middle of it stood the partners in crime that had orchestrated the whole disaster, side by side, binded the brothers by blood like roots in the ground. Tom and Jordan were headstrong, swaggering into battle and inflicting pain like a profession. Bad intentions like a poison were lighting up their eyes in joy of their own doings, continuing to shred through the crowd without a guilty bone in their bodies, relentless they were.  

"Tom," A boy about the age of fourteen hollered over the crowd, "Brookclan is retaliating out through the gates, to where ever they were told to go."

Scowling, Tom snapped his adversaries neck with his two bare hands and turned his gaze over to his brother, fighting at his side; Jordan.

"Don't worry, Tom," Jordan grins, "a predator always likes a good hunt, and, we have time, lots of it," He said through his gritted teeth before taking the life before him.

Higher Rankings; Narrator

 Lilly's feet were planted against the cold, hard earth like gravity was tying her down without her permission, but it was anger, ferocity. Lilly was a peaceful person, always looking for a resolve and making sure that her brothers and sisters had what they needed to remain safe and secure. Intangible anger began to tear through her stomach like a wildfire obliterating the remains of a dilapidated forest. 

"Get the young out of here," She muttered, giving a direct order to Paislea, "take them up stream, don't stop, don't look back, we will catch up." 

"But-" Paislea began to object, offering her own help but Lilly interfered quickly, "Now." 

Turning on her own heel, she looked directly into the eyes of Shawn, yet the silent grieving in them for her fallen brothers began to expand, "Gather everyone who knows how to fight and lead them down to the main sector," She says, the emotion drained from her voice, "we will avenge those who have already died to the hands of these parasites."

Without any objections, Shawn nods, turning around to assemble the rest of the clan with authority as his ally, but just as Lilly, he was on the verge of corrupting from grief. 

Everybody; Narrator 

 It had gone on for hours, endless screaming and tortuous crys that could haunt a singular man forever.

The atmosphere was thick with the smug scent of blood, sharp and unnerving, seeming to cause the world to go frail and still, silent. Countless Untouchables had sought out refuge in the shadows when Savage Clan and Brook Clan had arrived, yet some stayed and finished what they had started. 

Buildings were caving in on themselves, several others were going up in flames, rubble scattered across the barren land like waves meeting the shore line on a spring tide. Ashes rained down upon the sector like heavy drops of rain would collide with the surface of the earth, causing the whole scene to turn grey. It was colorless, the ashes had staked their claim and the whole world had practically thinned out into a black and white movie.