�There is nothing in the sky tonight; no moon, no stars, not even clouds. This can not be a good sign, no indeed.� Several of the villagers looked into the sky to see that the elder was speaking the truth, and then they heard Wantene state an excerpt from a prophecy,
�Triasha; the destroyer of lives, the bane of good, the destroyer of worlds; all light flees before him; all darkness follows him. If the lights go out, you should flee, or be smote by the power of Triasha, the one that Hell rejected and that Heaven denied.� Then there was screaming. Wantene looked up to see several of the villagers slaughtered and a mysterious warrior floating in front of him. This man was about six feet five inches tall, with eyes as red as the coals in a fire, and hair as white as the moon. He wore shimmering silver cloths and a cape. The cape was a point of interest to Wantene; it had several large bloodstains on it. There was no doubt in Wantene�s� mind that this was none other then Triasha. Then he heard an explosion and half of the city was destroyed in an instant. Triasha grinned as he fired off another blast of Trianchu, laughing as it hit the town killing many more villagers. Triasha, having gotten board with having his fun, rose into the sky and chanted something that Wantene could not hear. Then, an orb of considerable size appeared. Triasha hurled it at Sykoto and all Wantene could do was stand there and watch, watch as his life was erased right in front of him. As the sphere slammed into the ground, many screams issued from around the village. In a few minuets, Triasha had destroyed the whole city. The only survivor of that last blast was Wantene, but he was not unscathed. He had suffered a broken leg and arm, and he was bleeding badly. Triasha floated down and saw Wantene sitting in the rubble that was once his home and said, hesitantly ,
�Why are you still alive? That blast should have disintegrated you.� He leaned down and touched Wantene then recoiled as if he were a snake that had just bitten him. Wantene stood up, swaying slightly, and Triasha said in an intrigued amusement, �How can you stand with a broken leg?�
�You haven�t been paying any attention to my powers, fiend. I can repair any broken bones as long as they remain in the body of myself or the one I am healing,� Wantene said cockily.
�You should not have just told me that, heh,� Triasha said, an evil smile creping on to his face. He pointed his hand at Wantene and closed it, then pulled back his arm. Wantene felt a sharp pain throughout his body, which turned into a pain as horrible as death. Triasha had used his powers to rip every bone from Wantene�s body. Leaving him naught but a heap of blood and flesh. Triasha took one last glance at what was left of Wantene, and then flew off in search of some other town to destroy. As he left, the stars and the moon came back into view; they glittered down upon a barren plane that only eight minutes ago held Sykoto.