In a age long ago, men fought wars with swords and spears as the rage for power and land raged out of control.. Eventually the wars stopped and life began to see a peace that had been long lost. One race, which was focused on inner energy, was the clan called Hendra. This clan's main power was psychic energy called Herna. The power was known to be unmatched by any other known power in the world. But even though they where one of the most powerful clans, they still were very peaceful and hated war.
Unfortunately after several years of peace the greed of men began to grow as wars and murders started to occur, and soon the world was back in chaos. One of the main terrors was a tribe called the Kentans who where are very large clan of bandits and mercenary's who had joined to make a group of bandits that had a thirst for blood and greed. They killed men, women, and children and piled their corps and body parts in huge piles and burned them. They where know sometimes as the servants of the devil. Finally, they attacked the city of Hendra. Most of the warriors from old had died and their defense wasn't as great as it used to be. The city was overtaken in a week. Everyone from that city was dead. When the other countries came to see what had happened they where horrified by the piles of heads and bodies. Everything was burned, (took word out) dead bodies where trampled by horses, and the heads of warriors were put on pikes. This story is about the one boy survivor. The only one that survived. The last of his kind.
A man and a woman ran through the woods from a burning city with a 10 year old boy following, holding the women's hand. As they ran bandits followed. "Take him and leave!" the man yelled at the woman. As she ran off (took out word) she herd the screams of the town and ran with the boy holding her hand. They ran through the forest for over a week with little food, most of the food going to the boy. Until, finally, the women collapsed against a tree. She held the boy curled in her arms as she began to breath her last breath. Suddenly a young girl, the age of 11, and her father came upon them. The mother begged with her last breath "Please�..Take care of him�." She then died, her grip on the boy stop, and her arms fell.
"AH!" Kiyen rushed his head up out of his bed. "�it was�.a dream��.." he fell back down onto his pillow as he looked up at the ceiling "�. Mother�Father�" he stared at the ceiling for a moment before getting up and putting on his clothes and slapping his sword to his back he headed down the stairs.
Six years have past since his village was attacked and he became part of the Hurkan family. The family's tribe was of the Centrans, a water tribe that like the Hendran's was a very peaceful village that hated wars.
"Took you long enough to get down here, Kiyen!" His older sister Vala stated with a frown on her face "Heh, sorry about that�."Kiyen said while scratching his head as a sweat drop fell down his face. "Well your food got cold so I gave it to the dog" Vala said with an evil yet playful look on her face. "You What! Get back here!" Kiyen said as he began to chase her. She ran outside of the house as she suddenly stopped next to her father "What's wrong Vala?" he looked outside to see something he didn't want to see, the village was being attacked. "Get in the house now!" Kiyen rushed outside while lightly pushing both of them in as he drew his sword. Kiyen had been training for combat to revenge his fallen tribe, he was very skilled with the sword. The bandits charged at him in a group of five; two with sword's, two with an axe, and one with a lance that seemed to be customized noting that he was the leader of that group. They quickly surrounded him and began to swing and thrust their weapons at him as he dogged the blows and quickly crouched down on the ground. He turned his blade to it's side and quickly spinned around as he knocked the 5 off their feet to the ground. He then quickly began to engage them one at a time. Finally, the only one left was the leader. Kiyen having a sword had a huge disadvantage but seemed to know something the leader didn't. "You may have taken down my men, but there is no way some punk is gonna take me down!" the bandit stated as he charged at him. Suddenly, the bandit felt a huge pain in his gut. "What the��" he looked down at his gut to see a spear had been thrust into his gut from behind. He looked behind him to see Vala holding a spear. "There is no way some punk like you beat me�.." the bandit stated. "HEY WHAT ABOUT ME!" she slammed her foot into his back as she finished him off "Stupid bandits�" she mumbled as she pulled out her spear with her eyes closed and clenching her fist. "Ha proves you right for feeding my lunch to the dog�. again." Kiyen stated laughing a bit "That's it!" Vala took off chasing Kiyen with a spear. "AH! VALA! IM SORRY JUST DON"T HURT ME!" a yell was heard as Kiyen got the point.