Legacy's Tale - Interlude 1
By Iwa

Demon's Island Southeastern coast of Edo

(Finally remember where this island should be)

Thunder roared as lightning clash. The storm rising and surrounding the island and the surrounding waters. Though it rained hard on the island elsewhere was dark and gloomy. Within the castle. A hundred and one young innocent lives screamed. Soon only one scream remained.

The screams belong to the young grass green dragon that watches the mindless slaughter of a hundred innocent young lives. As the book had said: The younger the life the more potent the blood.

"Don't be afraid beautiful one. Your turn will come soon. You will join these little ones well enough." He laughed once more watching the young dragon shed a tear. As quickly as he could Gill let the tear drop into a small vial. A dragon's tear, Who knows when this might come into use.

The blond hair man laughed with the hint of insanity in his voice. Soon he will be reunited with the Angel of Darkness, the Kurayami no Hanayome. But he believes that the so called Dragonlord, the defender is the one who stands in the way. But not for long for the heart of the defender is vital to his ascension.

The thought of becoming the lord and master of chaos and darkness appeals to him. He thinks he might have a way to break the defender's fighting spirit. He laughs at his own plan. Taking the cauldron that contains the blood of a hundred innocent young lives he headed up to the battlements where his brother waited in the rain.

His brother the silver hair Urien held in his hands the amber block that encased the sword. Urien chanted a slow chant with his deep voice carefully intoning each word and each syllable. The wrong word could cause the lightning to strike them. Slowly and steadily Gill lower the block of amber into the cauldron of blood.

It was but a tool the ugly looking sword. But the dark aura that was sung into the sword eons ago was one of evil intentions. The sword vibrates gently as the aura awakens. A small black light forms on the indent that is in the middle of the cross-guard.

The black light spread as it drains into the vein like grooves. It spread like cancer throughout the sword. It hungers for the blood of the hundred innocents. It yearns to be reunited with its mistress. It yearns for the blood of the young dragon as well as that of the Defender.

The vibrating sword caused a crack to form at the heart of the amber. The crack spread it various directions. Little cracks in various paths causing one big crack. Gill brought up the amber block before any more damage is caused. The two brothers headed downstairs to where the young dragon is.

The amber crumbled like dust as a drop of the young dragon's blood touched it. The sword in its twisted form held an eerie type of glory. But there is still much to be done. For the sword lays broken in nine pieces on the stone cold floor. It needs the young dragon to be one again. But then it would need to be in its mistress hands before twenty-four hours are up.

The nine pieces cut the hands of both men slightly as each picked at a piece. They can't give it the young dragon's blood yet. For they have yet to rein in the Bride of Darkness. The sword would have to remain in nine pieces for a little while longer. The dark aura sensed that its shell would not be whole for a while. The aura screamed its frustration. A shrill scream that reaches the soul and chill the hearts of the bravest men if they could hear it.