Hello. My name is Azrukhal. I am a lycan, a breed of advanced werewolf. This is my story. In the depths of DarkLust Forest, a miracle is happening. The miracle of life. A brand new lycan cub had just been born. The father's name was Drenloch, evil warlord and general of the Draconian wars that had happened years ago. The mother's name was Schiovana, a kind hearted lycan who would do everything she could to bring peace to the realm. "What shall we name him?" asked Drenloch. "Azrukhal." answered Schiovana. "A fitting name my liege. He shall make a great addition to our army soon." said one of the lycan footsoldiers that had been watching the whole thing. "The boy will do what he wants! He will choose his own fate and not anyone else!" answered Schiovana. Then faintly through the blackened trees of the forest, sounds of struggle rang out. Drenloch called one of his men to carry Azrukhal to safety and also handed him a black dagger that looked like it had an evil aura to it and a white dagger with a light aura. Drenloch and Schiovana sprang into battle and fought valiantly through strange enemies that they had never seen before. They then stood before a man with power over wind and wielded what seemed like an infinite amount of spears.
Well I have up to part 9 typed out and ready to send already...I might be able to put you in it in part 10 .
Part 2:Who are you?" asked Drenloch. "I am Lavitz, ruler of the wind! You shall bow down to me soon lycan scum!" Drenloch and Schiovana drew there blades as they knew this was going to be a battle of epic proportions. It seemed as if time stood still as the battle for DarkLust forest raged on. "Hmph" said Lavitz "you both shall die as fools for challenging me." Drenloch, Schiovana, and Lavitz dueled for atleast twenty minutes but all for nothing for Drenloch and Schiovana were soon struck down. Lavitz removed both of their heads, raised them in the air, and exclaimed with triumph "Behold DarkLust lycans! I have struck down your leaders! You have no choice but to bow before me!" All lycans cowered and trembled at Lavitz's feet. Lavitz then took the lycans and his remaining soldiers and steadily left the forest, all was quiet once more. The lycan that had been comforting Azrukhal crawled out of the hiding spot. Azrukhal then slowly crawled out of the hiding spot with him. The forest was filled with the bodies of the deceased and in the distance saw two lycan bodies laying together. They both had a spear through their heart and no head, who were then identified as Azrukhal's parents. The lycan then pleged to raise Azrukhal on his own.