Bellator

Trust

In the blink of night Grim beckoned me out of my tree, huffing and puffing about. I catcher a slew of words between her labored breaths, something about the "forests"and 'they're here!"With that I plunge into the depths of the trees on Nuke, her feet hitting the muggy ground with a slap as we dash toward the unfamiliar sounds, my black robe flowing behind me.

As I reach the forest I find myself at a stand still. Bodies of the Dark Kingdom lay static and stagnant all over the field. Empty of energy and souls, drunk dry.

Bewildered, I observe their wounds and cuts, looking for evidence of who did this massacre.

Almost instantly, I detected who gave these savage beasts such an end. Clean and extravagant strikes, they were much like ones that I would of created. Ones that where not to make the creature suffer, but to merely finish them off. Much like mine.

Slowly I stand, my knees slightly trembling due to my thoughts and I draw out my sword, flipping it over and over in the palm of my hand.

Ever so tardily, I crept threw the melancholy trees and over the bloody bodies. Mist formed around the vegetation and every breath, every thud of my heart seemed to be magnified and heard for miles.

Suddenly a screech echoed threw out the forest, menacing high, and disturbed causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand. I try to find the creature this voice belonged to. Though, mist prevented my search.

The creature was circling me, lost in the fog as well, trying to determine my size. I stop moving and wait for the predator to finally come out and revile its self.

Suddenly, a paw emerges from a cloud of white. In a matter of seconds a full beast is in front of me, glaring and striding toward me in a proud stance.

It was a large immortal form of what we came to call a griffen. It's size dominated me and my limbs, at most, ten times the size of its long potent wings. Its keen beak was raised proudly in the air and its speckled brown feathered mane was splattered with our dark blood. Its crimson eyes made a shiver go threw me, his gaze intensely on me. I knew I could take him down, and I believe he knows that too but it's a fight we both are willing to go into if needed.

The creature seemed to smile at me, shifting its shoulders. It shrieks out a high pitched blood curling cry into the sky. As the creature did so I noticed the mark on its right abdomen. The shifters mark. There was only one shifter left, one that I knew very well.

Before I can react to this, for I couldn't believe what I was seeing, I felt heat and smoke surrounded me. My mind raced, for I was stuck in a ring of flames with a shifter prowling around it. The flames just seemed to appear and my knowledge of shifters told me this creature did not cause this, nor did nature.

An idea struck me. Causally I find myself walking threw the fire and up to the creature. The fire vanished like it never was truly there, not a mark on my skin. The griffons eyes widen in surprise and fear. And as for me, I sigh of relief.

"Bellator, that is my name. For it's truly me." I whisper, and touch the cheek of the beast, closing my eyes.

Seconds tick by and I feel arms encircle me, flesh.

"Bellator..." A husky voice speaks uncertainty in my ear.

"Mutator..." I say back and press the mans body to mine.

"No.... Not possible... Can't be.....Bellator, for is this you?" A voice says in the distance.

I untangle myself from Mutator's body and face the source of the fire.

There, on the rock peaks stood a magi, I knew for centuries and very well thought was dead. She had the bluest eyes ever bestowed on any creature and had long silky curls of brown that bellowed in the wind. Her beauty as deadly as her blows.