Prophets Story

Chapter 1

"Just because you don't give a damn either way, it doesn't mean you have the luxury of sitting on the sidelines Finn." Syran spoke as he stretched his slender black body over a large tree branch.

"Just because you have the ability to speak, it doesn't mean that you should." I sat back against the tree as I popped a berry into my mouth. Sitting above the chaos of the battlefield below, safe within the thick canopy of the trees, I was content. I had no desire to intervene in someone's overblown hissy fit.

"You know as well as I do, Finn. If we don't step in there will be no world left for us to mess with." Syran dramatically threw his large paw over his eyes. For an immortal panther with the ability to speak and to con any man out of his own trousers, he certainly has a lot to complain about. I tossed a berry at his snout and watched as his yellow eyes narrowed.

"You talk too much. Let me enjoy the last of the days this world has to offer." I said as I carefully aimed through the leaves of the trees, tossing a berry down into the battle. I grinned as it bounced off the helm of a beast with tusks jutting from his protruding bottom jaw.

"Says the woman who has spent life times using her voice for nothing but sarcasm and sex." He huffed and proceeded to groom himself.

"Says the oversized house cat." I rolled my eyes and sat forward, straddling the branch. "I'll tell you what, Sy, I'll shoot an arrow into that mess. Whoever it hits will be our brand new enemy."

"Have you no morals anymore Finn? Soulless monsters whose desire stretches no further than to watch the world burn. Lead by a Fallen who is upset that daddy kicked him out. Or.. or people who wish nothing more than to put the world we both know and love back in order." If he had eyebrows, it'd be safe to assume one would be raised in judgement.

"The same people who decided that I was a Fallen. The same people who have used my name as a curse since creation. I'll close my eyes and take my chances thank you." I slowly pulled my longbow and arrow from the belt hanging on the branch slightly above my head.

"Since creation is a bit of an exaggeration." He sighed and sat up straight. "You'll honestly be that petty? You honestly believe that Rythorn and his brainless baboons will bring anything better than what we have now."

"Don't be afraid of change my friend." With that I lined the arrow with a gap in the leaves. I took in a deep breath as I closed my eyes. Here I was, getting involved in a mess I had nothing to do with. But deep down I knew Syran was right. I had to be involved in order to have peace of any sort again. As I let go of the arrow, I shut my eyes tighter.

"Ha, would you look at that." There was no hiding the smirk in Syrans flamboyant voice. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that the arrow had struck down one of the gnarly sons of bitches. I opened my eyes in time to see a creature with scales and horns collapse, an arrow sticking out of his forehead.

"Well shit."