Heroes And Fangs

Part 1.

A kid to now, secret life, fantasy world of castles high magic old ancient world, mid evil, monsters, hero, adventure, taking monsters power to rule by it.

He ran under its belly, his short body was able to do it easier then an adult he cut down the middle to the belly then dodged its falling, it's eyes gone black with death.

He sat smoking a cigarette wondering about his past and how it was some what of a mystery unlocking each memory like an old forgotten song.

As a kid he had dealings with a different world one were he killed monsters and one that he knew nothing about until now and he would know if he would go back there or if it was more a distant dream.

He lived in a house made for him small and out of the way built free and made enchanted so he could come and leave from there in the magic land of M he had named it that for the monsters he had slain.

M was a place of magic is regular life as a kid was home school and video games then it was back to M. In M the magic was there and the place was old like a forgotten place in the past one with horse rather car.

He had a sword and shield, magic items and things that made sense of a world of stone castles and high knights. Monsters in M had power and there were some who came to hunt them.

His main job was just to kill the monsters but if any one bothered him doing it he was allowed to take a life. One act that was not unwanted but still he knew some how he had no choice.

As a kid he was trained in magic and battle with the monsters and people of M and any who came to it. Modern things were forbidden and would vanish into magic and return to the world of E, or earth.

The locals named him hero but he was just called, Metal his real name forbidden. He was sworn to secrecy and nothing was said no one could hear.

The people understood that he was a killer, a kind of monster one made of human clay. The old ways the only ones that they did some leaving E behind to live their never cared too much the day against children killing was never to reign.

He was lucky to be in a strange world but misfortune always fell on the head when life was as good as it ought to be. He was a killer he even carved blood, when it was too much to bear he went to hunt.

It was black out and he was there, he wore barbarian leathers and looked like a soldier his helmet of steel on and a mask of leather on covering up his neck and bottem face, it was kept on by leather tie.

He was sick and there was nothing much to do he had a shield that looked like it came from some magic knight. It was metal and was a triangle with a point in the middle. It was steel and made by magic.

He went to the forbidden city one like the rest a den of monsters and strange people trying to gain their power. He was hoping he could just kill them his mission only focused on them and the power they had being taken away for none.

He found him self in the middle of the city, he jumped down in the empty street waiting and looking around he blopew his horn bring them close for the kill.

They stormed the sound hurting them and attacked, he killed them easily sliding throats and hitting them, he was trained to hit spots that made them bleed his sword light fast and strong it's edge fine as dust.

He killed one after another his fire magic burning them like a torch, one that always hurt them the most. They came then the world of E agents of power wanting to harness the creatures for war.

One man came from behind he turned and killed him the boys senses sharp from hunting his reflexes like a cat. He killed them too the same way magic and metal his small form a monster to be hold with monsters and people cringe he left bodies like sand dunes racing though the blood like a shark.