The Spark

Prologue

The man smiled as he finished telling his story to the Mercenaries.

"So, you died?" The Australian shepherd asked.

"I Indeed did" Elijah replied.

Everyone looked at him with confusion, was he insane, was he lying?

The man continued to smile at them, almost pleased with how he had confused them before his head split into two, like a mouth full of sharp teeth and he leaped off his chair onto his arms and legs like some sort of animal, it let out a disgusting roar and the mercenaries opened fired into the thing, it didn't take much to kill due to the high Caliber of the rifles and the fact the two where filling him with lead. The Breacher, a wolf with a scar over his eye knelt next to the corpse alongside the Australian shepherd.

"Well, we found him." There wasn't much left after the barrage of bullets hit it, the mercenaries took his body out and gave him a proper burial, leaving a sign with some wood carved in it sticking out like a gravestone.

"Elijah, the spark that started the fire."
And the fire burned, and burned and burned. Its still burning to this day.