Heros of Alteria

Escape from Kiren!

"AHHH!" Jeeve screamed as he hurtled forward. He began frantically scanning the area for danger, only to find . . . His family. "Whoa weirdo! All Dad asked was if you wanted your picture taken with Mickey Mouse." Jeeve turned to his sister and almost threw up. There was no way this was Amy, it just couldn't be! "I-I . . . Uh ...." Was all he could say as his father turned around, smile and all and said "What's the matter a sport? You afraid of Ole' M. Mouse?" His mother chuckled "Well honey give him a break. You do remember the incident right?" The entire car bursted into spontaneous laughter except Jeeve. "I-I thought I lost you!"

The laughter in the car quickly subsided and was replaced with eerie silence. Jeeve picked up on the tension in the car and cringed, something wasn't right. "I got the time off from work right?" No response. "We're going to Disney land right?" No response. "You guys are alive right?" Still no response. Jeeve looked out the car window and gasped. The previously beautiful day was gone and in its place was hellish night. The sky was pitch black, and Jeeve could see rotting corpses litter the ground as his father drove by. He witnessed fire rain down from the sky and scorch the ground and corpses. Jeeve couldn't lift his eyes from the scene until what appeared to be a fleshless person latch onto the window and screech at him.

"AAAHHH!! WHERE THE HELL AM I!?" Jeeve screamed as the deathly creature continued assaulting the window. His father turned around and scarily whispered "our own personal hell . . ." Jeeve looked upon the creature and wanted to vomit. This imitation of his father had its face bloodied and eyes missing. Jeeve looked around and saw his mother and sister with twisted, bent, disfigured, and bleeding faces. Their demonic gazes piercing his own, practically daring him to stare at their horridness. Jeeve began to bat them away screaming "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

"TO WAKE UP!"

"GAHH!" Jeeve leapt up with fright and began swinging away at his imaginary foes. He sighed, falling to his knees utterly exhausted. Never before had he experienced something so . . . surreal. "Jesus Christ! I though I'd have a heart attack! Wait what the?! Jeeve noticed three things wrong with his current situation. One was probably the most obvious . . . Where in the world was he?! He spun around several times surveying the area, and each spin made him more and more confused. There was no train station, no train, absolutely no tracks! In fact he was standing on top a grassy hill without any noticeable landmarks around him, save for what appeared to be a town below.

Second and probably the strangest was this mysterious sword. When he came to, the damn thing was in his hands. In a spur of panic he threw the weapon as far as he could, desperate to get it away from him, but it was all for naught. Right at the apex of his throw, the weapon came careening back toward him and flew right into his hand. He tried over and over again, in hopes of the sword not returning, but the blade was too faithful. It returned after every throw as if it were a game. "What are you?" He began scanning the weapon for a name, model number, manufacturer, or anything to identify the thing. Jeeve looked at the markings on the hilt and strangely recognized them. "Ethos? Is that your name or something?" The sword flashed a bright green then gave soft vibration in response. So it was settled, the duo had been born, Jeeve and Ethos! A boy and sword! Not a finer duo for miles around, though there was still the last issue . . . Where did this little pup come from?

He had no idea how he had missed it before, but now the little furball sat right in front of him, yipping excitedly. "Uh . . Nice doggy?" The pup growled at him, causing Jeeve to shrug his shoulders. "What?! Don't like doggy?" The little pup barked back. "You're a scrappy little thing huh? Come here!" Jeeve knelt down with outstretched arms and allowed the pup to scramble up into his grasp. "Say what are you? You kinda look like a wolf." The wolf pup yipped happily and began licking Jeeve's face. "Ha Ha! Okay stop! I get it! So you're a little wolf pup eh? Well what's your name?" The pup rolled over and revealed her underside to Jeeve. While her entire body was a smoke colored gray except her underside which was all white, save for a gray patch of fur in the shape of a clover. "Ah I see. Clover it is!" Jeeve began playfully scratching her belly, soliciting a yawn from Clover.