• Prologue
    “Raise your swords boys, we’re about to finish them!” The man in heavy armor said as he stood in front of a legion of men wearing the same colors as he. “We shan’t be leaving them to repopulate and cause another war.” The man’s voice boomed outwards once more encouraging the clearly weary troops. “This is final push. They’re as tired as we are and we have the upper ground.” He continued still trying to raise moral between him and the soldiers. “We can do this, but we’re not doing it for just us, we do it for all of our countrymen, all of our leaders, and, most importantly, our families.” This last statement seemed to awaken the soldiers as they all raised their swords up towards the skies along with the man.

    “For Sokea, we fight!” He shouted, his voice calming the troops as they all let out whoops and hollers of excitement. The man then turned around and took a few steps over a hill to look down on his enemies. They were red and blood was all about their camping site making them look like they had just slaughtered several bears. “Charge!” The man said pointing his sword toward the enemy. And with as much energy as they could muster the troops ran forward a large wave of humans racing toward the enemies. Then as the last row of soldiers went past him the man who had commanded them joined the ranks blending nearly perfectly with the rest of them. The front troops leapt forward toward the small encampment all of their swords quickly surrounding one of the enemies and all of them slashing away at it. The middle of the troops surrounded a second foe and the last of them made it to a third. 30-40 soldiers surrounded all of the enemy troops, not a single one seeming to cause the reddened troops any harm, instead the mouths of the enemies simply went up into a sneering smile.


    “Foolish humans, without your precious lights you are nothing but minor distractions to us.” With a loud shrill scream from each of them, the soldiers were knocked to the ground.

    “We shan’t be losing this day. We may be mortals but we know your kind are defeatable.” The man shouted as he and the soldiers all got back up from the dust.

    “Foolish human leader, you know as well as we do that your lights are the only thing that can harm us.”
    “No, we need not the light to defeat you! Our strength is in ourselves! Not in the lights.”

    “Look around you fool.” One of the foes said. The man did so and saw his comrades falling like flies being swatted. His eyes going small in terror. “You know we are the perfect being, we are not flawed, and you know you cannot beat us.”

    “I refuse to believe in that! You are but mere beings of great power, you lack the comprehension to wield that kind of power!” The man said as his sword began to glow with a yellowish tint. “Your power is meaningless if you cannot control it. Winning a battle is not about causing the most harm, it is about finding your enemies weaknesses and exploiting them to no end!” The man’s sword continued to radiate. “We won’t lose this day!” He said as he raised his sword the light bursting out from it and encircling his allies. “Now we shall see who has the real power!”

    Screams of pain and suffering came from the man’s foes, however they did not sound human. They sounded far more bird-like, and as each of the man’s allies fell the glowing of the swords from the others grew until there remained but only ten soldiers and one of the enemies. The foe lashed out its hands quickly belting all but the man off to the side causing them to skid along the ground killing them upon impact with it. The man’s sword radiated with a light not unlike the sun’s now. “Prepare yourself for the void.” He said calmly as he took his sword and pointed it toward the foe light pouring forth from it causing the foe to screech in horror and pain. Once the light was gone from the sword the man fell to one knee exhausted from the assault. He looked forward with weary eyes.

    “You fool, I told you we were perfect.” A voice came from the dust-clouded area from where the foe was last seen. “You have only defeated a small portion of us, an outer shell, as you would call it.” What appeared to be a humanoid figure came forth from the dust. “But we are the Tenro, and we are never defeated by lesser beings.” The humanoid figure seemed to nothing more than moving blood.

    “You have yet to witness our true power.” It said as it walked toward the weakened man, then, grabbing him by the chin, the man was forced to look at his foe. “Remember this as being the last thing you ever saw.” The Tenro said as it dug its hands into the man’s skin, then sharpened them to blade-like form cutting him from the inside out. “We are here to reign over your race weak one.” The Tenro said as it too collapsed to the ground beside the man.