Yggdrasilian Chronicles: Book 1

One Fateful Night

It was a quiet night. One filled with stars that twinkled in the sky.

It was on this particular night that a young boy of fourteen woke up in cold sweat.

His brown eyes were full of fright, like he woke up from a nightmare. He was breathing heavily.

He took a look around the room. Nothing was out of place, or broken. Everything was quiet.

Still...why did things feel so...off?

The boy shook his head. "Maybe I'm dehydrated..."

So he got up and walked to his dresser, where a pitcher stood.

After a big gulp of water, he set it down, and looked at the mirror.

There he was, with his cute face (much to his embarrassment), and caramel hair that stuck up in the back. His somewhat skinny frame was only dressed in striped pajamas.

The boy sighed tiredly. "Terrence...you're really losing it..."

He walked over to the window, and opened it, letting the cool breeze calm him.

He gazed at his village. Small houses scattered around, each with a little pen of chickens that dozed without a care in the world...

The stars were so beautiful...and everything looked so at ease...

But why was Terrence so...afraid?

Then he saw her, the girl in a brown cloak, with a sword sheathed at her hip. Her eyes were hidden beneath the hood, but Terrence knew she was looking at him.

Before he knew it, he was out of his house, and running towards her. He didn't know what was driving him to do so.

He stopped in front of her, looking a little suspicious.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"That doesn't matter at the present time." She replied.

Then she drew the elegant whitesword from its sheath.

"Wha-" Terrence started to say.

Then he gasped when she pointed the weapon at him. The sword was bathed in a white, holy light, almost like it was responding to him.

"I finally found you." The girl said with a small smile. "The one who bears a hero's fate."

"Hero..." Terrence muttered, looking at the sword in awe.

Then an explosion from nearby made them turn around.

A house had suddenly went up in flames. The warm light was illuminating a small area.

Terrence gasped when he realized who was in there.

"Mr. and Mrs. Edward!"

"Watch out!" The girl cried.

He was tackled to the ground, and a 'whoosh' came as a giant axe missed them by an inch.

Terrence winced as he rolled over to face up. What he saw made him gulp.

He heard stories of these monsters. They were like hounds that stood on their hind legs. Their black skin was leathery, and their eyes were seemingly lifeless.

Anubi...

"I thought they were sealed away!" Terrence shouted.

The girl quickly got to her feet, and summoned a rather deadly weapon.

It was a scythe, with a wickedly sharp crystal blade attached to a gold pole.

"I should have figured a village so far out would be behind on news." She muttered.

She tossed the sword to Terrence, who fumbled on the catch.

"Get out of here!" She ordered.

"What!?" He exclaimed.

The Anubis was watching them curiously. Behind it, some of its brethren were approaching.

"You can't fight them now." The girl said. "You would die, I can see that."

"But..." Terrence gulped.

He looked around. Behind him, the villagers were seeing the monsters and reacting appropriately. His parents were looking for him amidst the chaos, shouting his name.

"My home..."

The girl looked down. "I'm sorry..."

Then she threw a little blue crystal at Terrence's feet, much to his confusion.

"Teleport!" The girl shouted. "Evergreen Forest!"

The last thing Terrence saw was his parents finding him, shock crossing their faces.

Then he was gone in a flash of blue light.

...

Deep in the forest, a pair of cat ears ticked.

They belonged to a pretty girl of fourteen, who looked towards the south with curious scarlet eyes.

She had straight maroon hair that fell to her shoulders, and was rather petite. She wore a grey tunic and black tights, along with brown boots. A tail trailed from her behind, waving as if it had a mind of its own.

"A disturbance in the forest?" She wondered.

She began to walk forward, but suddenly screamed and fell to her knees.

Darkness blazed out of her left eye for a moment, and the pain made her wince.

Then it stopped, and she gasped for air.

"Hah..." She panted. "Why...does this...happen to me..."

...

Meanwhile, a hunter was also noticing the disturbance.

The hunter was sixteen, with a body that had masculine toughness, yet feminine charms as well.

They had short brown hair, and wore a brown tunic, with brown pants and black boots. Covering calloused hands were fingerless gloves.

They grinned. "The fun begins."

Then an intricately designed bow blazed into their hand. It was made of redwood, with a string of gold.

"Now let's see what monster was dumb enough to waltz in here."