Blood, death, loss, sorrow, it was all inevitable. Chris sat at the top of a building on a pillar, thinking over the many visions he had been havig lately as a few pedestrians staring at him strangly.
"What is he doing..?"
"Aren't we on the eighth floor?!"
"Who is that?"
Chris sighed. He wore his usually getup; a white hoodie with black patterns all over and black fur lining onthe inside, a black T-shirt, black cargo pants, as well as his black and white converse sneakers and black glasses. He rose to his feet, looking over the city. They had called upon all magic users, young or old, to fight in the war. He was willing, but didn't know why they were fighting. He had never seen a Demon before. We're they really as vicious as they said? They had to be.
After a final moment of looking over the city, he decided it was time. He pointed above his head with his pointer and middle finger pressed together. "Vendaval, the Soaring Wind!" he called out, several winds blasting upward and gathering above him. "Release and take flight!" The winds began to bend and condence, taking the shape of a faux dragon. Vendaval soared under Chris as he leapt off the building, causing the people to gasp. He landed onto Vendaval as it began to soar toward the McDonald estate.
Catherine sat in a large golden chair with red velvet cushioning. She wore a red dress and black riding boots, as well as a bored look upon her face. She looked out a large window, showing one of the few cities that still stood. So many outbreaks, yet the war has not even begun. She sighed as she heard a loud knocking at the door.
"Enter!" she commanded.
A large man entered the room wearing a black suit. "We found her," the man announced. "Very well, brig her in," Catherine said, fixing her posture. The man brought in a redheaded girl with fox ears and three fox tails wearing a school uniform. She looked confused, but not at all afraid.
Musubi sat near a river, enjoy the moment of quiet while it was still around. She breathed in the clean air, a slight breeze blowing over her. She was dressed down in a white blouse and a black skirt.