Present Day:
Today it was quite gloomy, the sun was no where to be seen; hidden behind the clouds large body. The cloud acted like a blanket, making light difficult to sear in. The lamps were on, the wind was nothing more than a gentle breeze. Afar from the warehouse was a city, within that city stood a figure. This figure had worn a soldiers jacket; from his previous life. This jacket was bound to his soul, as were his white combat pants and his combat shoes. He always wore gloves to negate his uncontrollable abilities, his blond hair rustling in the wind, the tail of his jacket mimicking it's venture. He had his hands trudged deep within the comforts of his pants. It was warm to him, he stood upon the buildings top and held the flyer over his head, looking at it through whichever light he could see it through. His ocean blue gaze was luminous as though a streaming fissure was passing through them; this was a clear sign of the immense abilities travelling through him. On his waist was his trusty keepsake handed to him from his very own mother; dropping one of his hands upon the hilt, it became tilted; allowing the weight of the arm to rest onto it. At this moment the frame lit up, this was due to the lamps light reflecting off of it. Written on the frameworks was a signature of some sort...it stated '' The will for which me kin holds, is better than a bottle of rum.'' His predecessor at one point was a pirate, another life; another saying. Axel oceanic orbs strayed from the flyer and down onto his sword to which he called Viola; his mothers name. This initiated a wave of memories from his past life along with his mothers death.
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New England: 1600's The downfall of the Drachma Lord.
It was bright and sunny in the forest of Lore. All seemed quite tense, the atmosphere emanating both fear and will. In the background, Lore was inflames; the people running around in terror, the castle at the hilltop was destroyed; the stone walls around it completely fractured for an opening. The man who was running, carried a cane. He had dark hair, his eyes were a crystal purple, his crown was emanating a red glow from it, he wore a dark robe and linen shoes. His eyes exposed his emotions, terror; the will to survive. His name was Iago, the Drachma Lord. He was being pursued by another man, this man seemed familiar. Blond hair, soldiers jacket, white cargo pants, boots and gloves. He was catching up to the man, using branches to swing his being closer and elevate him into a roll.
Unfortunately for Iago, there came a dead end. Nothing but rocks blocking his pathway. Stopping before it, he composed himself; raising his hand to russle through his hair. He took a deep breath in and out and awaited the man. The other man finally reached the dead end as well. He began approaching Iago's complexity, his moody demeanor gave off an edge of intolerance. His visage gave off a dangerous message. Iago began to panic at this point, what else could he do but to beg..'' Axel, I begeth of thou spare my life and my loyalty shall only be spared unto thou.'' This didn't phase Axel in the least bit, he continued his walk towards him; dropping his hands onto his bow and arrow, he held it to the man. '' I can give thou power! I can give thou gold! I can give thou all the unstained hags in the seven lands! I can grant thou immortality.'' Axel now pulled back the string of the bow, along with the arrow and spoke calmly. '' Only God can grant immortality. You will pay for your sins.'' Releasing the string, the arrow whizzed along the edge and passed through the air with ease; hitting past particles and soon impaling the man through his throat. His blood splattering everywhere. But now the scenery shifted and changed.
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Present Day:
Axel now dropped the flyer and jumped from the buildings edge, spinning his body around; his legs kicked off of the wall and allowed him to propel through an opening into a car and fall into it. Sighing irritably, he pulled out his key; this key would unlock absolutely anything apart from a broken lock. Pushing it into the car, he twisted it to the end. It seemed he was in a BMW F10. He revved it up and hit the acceleration; the cars tailing spun from side to side before whizzing off into the horizon of that city. For now, we all know where Axel was headed. To the warehouse.