The Rising Darkness {Currently under editing}

Chapter One-Primal Fear

People will tell you that there are two types of fear, rational and irational. However, that is a common misconception there are three. The third is actually the name of a creature. He is one of the few mortals who have contained a pure enough form of evil that it did not totaly destroy his mind. His name was, or is to be more correct, Primal Fear. For many generations he was not seen and not a wisper of his whereabouts reached the ears of those in charge of the mortal world. Soon even those who had to remember had forgoten what he was and what he could do and as civilisations rose and fell Fear was dissmissed as just another myth, burried with all the others. Even the gods did not pay Fear much attention, after all he could not cause any harm in secret. For many years Fear was able to move an act undetected by the gods...

My name is James Robert Alexander but I prefer to be called Jem. It's the name I've used since I was six. I'd always wanted to be called that but my mum was a typical parent and insisted on using my birth name. After an unfortunate insident, caused in part by my demigod heritage, I'd run away. I'd used the name Jem as a new identity. I'd left bassically no trace of my departure from my mum's house and presented myself as a brand new person to the authorities. Being only six they hadn't exactly questioned my origin. After that I'd spent years attempting to emigrate to America. One of the few dreams I'd had that I know realised to be reachable had been to move to America. Eventually the government managed to get me through into the country. For the next nine years I'd moved about, adopted home to orphanage, up and down the eastern seaboard. I never lost my British accent and I never forgot the secrets of my past. But then again I never told anyone so they might have well have stayed burried...

I could never understand those who bullied other people. I believed that it was because they were insecure. And that they tried to cover up there own insecureties they preyed on the insecureties of others. I never realised but the people who bullied me loved my endurance. They got a kick out of beating me into the ground and seeing me struggle up for another round. On the morning that this story begins they had dragged me out to the other side of the town just to beat me up. With two of the gang members holding my arms the other three took it in turns to punch me in the stomach, ribs or face.

Suddenly there was a growl from a nearby alleyway, when I looked over all that was there was a pair of glowing red eyes. This was too much for the gang. I didn't know what they saw but it was enough to scare them off. As soon as my arms were released I walked towards the eyes. I could see things, creatures, that other people couldn't. Most of them I'd been able to destroy, most of them. And the ones I couldn't I had sent running of to there hellish realm with there tails and other appendages between there legs.

As soon as I came close to the entrance the eyes, and the creature to whom they belonged, leapt out of the shadows and landed on my chest. It raised a finger and a long metalic claw slid from the end and hovered a centimeter above my jacket. I knew, without a doubt, that this creature was going to kill me. Then the claw slid back into the finger and the creature looked up and studied something. I was able to turn his head and see a girl standing by a building. She had strange pink eyes and caramel colured hair.

Just as the creature was about to leap off of my chest and rip the girl to shreds. A spear flew out of the air in a dead straight line and sheared its way through the creatures back. Causing it to explode into a yellowish powder as the abominations normally did when killed. The spear hovered in the air for a second before flipping around and flying back to where it had come from. As it flew away a patch of thin air shimmered and a hand shot out and caught the spear. The air shimmered and a girl apeared. She was pretty in an amazing spear wielding badass kind of way. She had shimmering sea green eyes and night black hair. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a dennin jacket over an orange t-shirt.