Meistere

Prologue: The Start.

FrieateNowe

A boy looked into the mirror with blood markings all over his body, “Mum will kill me if sh-“ The door suddenly opened, the boy screamed and hid in the shower, and then he heard, footsteps that squeaked under the sodden water underneath. The boy held his breath when he saw the shadow in front of the covered shower curtain. And in a blink of an eye, the shower curtains opened… revealing the bloodthirsty daemon staring at him with dark green eyes. “SPA-“ The daemon grabbed the helpless boy, and carried him over the shoulder… that boy was soon to become, Veldrean A’shatara the only Meistere in the universe.

Deairduleneh.

Another boy tossed his scythe around against another daemon, he was dressed in dark green and black robes, and shining dragon scales were the trim, he was obviously high in the ranks of the mages, he turned and held his fist to the man in front of him, “DALA NEH DOI!” Poison fight now! Poison emitted through the target, who spazzed from the surprise attack, the daemon fell to the ground, newly passed on to the Abyss… An older daemon approached the teenager winner, He ruffled the blonde hair showing the boy how proud he was. The blonde teenager nodded and walked away from the celebration, with the feeling of another victory washing over the boy. He was Kalanor of The Black Blood.

Anitoayignarhin.

Kalanor inspected his opponent, it was Veldrean A’shatara, the boy from the Shadow Household, a family that had control over shadows once they have been bitten by a daemon, but the last daemon invasion had the household wiped out, capturing only the youngest son, who was still basking in the honour of his elven heritage, while Kalanor, still looking like a sixteen year old, had to cope with his bloodthirsty life, all around the two, the arena was filled with cheers of daemons, who awaited for the battle to come.

“Danna la nehfrio?”Needless to fight, no? Kalanor muttered, while Veldrean kept his stance, they both waited for an opening from one another. Kalanor coughed, “DIEANT LA DEAT-“ Veldrean grabbed him by the throat, “Di dieant la… de-deant” I wish to… surrender.

Veldrean dropped the boy instantly and sheathed his swords, Kalanor gasped for air, “Trinatea….thea…tuolneart?” How can… you… understand?

Veldrean shrugged, “I want to figure that out for myself.”

Kalanor looked at Veldrean puzzled, “Dee?” What? Kalanor only knew the Hellish Language, not knowing a single word from the English Language… from that point on, there blossomed a friendship that was destined to be torn apart.

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Hey guys! I'm improvising the Daemon Language lol XD

Enjoy! This story is actually a prequel to one of my stories... I loved it XD