It was a cloudless day on the barren plain. A large mountain of flesh that was Ansla-Sax over shadowed the land. Floating above, just a mote in comparison, was the wizard, Dark Schneider. His long white hair and red cape flowed in waves on the air around him. A momentary glance at his worn and bloodied companions, now at a safe distance away, brought a smile to his eyes. Turning back to his opponent, a slant took away the smile and Schneider tasted a taunt upon his lips. But the taunt remained unsaid as the Destroyer of the Old World gave voice to its thoughts.
"FOOLISH MORTAL I AM A GOD YOU CAN NOT DEFEAT ME."
This over conceited ego from such an ugly beast was the last straw for the wizard. After all how could such an ugly thing hope to defeat a handsome hero such as himself. "Stupid relic. If anyone here is a god it is me."
Ansla-Sax ignored the claim of the foolish mortal as it began to summon energies from the world around it.
MEGA' DESU
HARROWING
"I will not be stopped." Schneider said as he watched Ansla-Sax shrug off his last series of attacks. I hope this works Schneider thought to himself as he began the chant for another spell. I have never used this spell because of the warning associated with it. With that final thought Schneider released the spell.
NIGH' MA-RAY
Only to be countered by Ansla-Sax's attack.
VOID
The unnatural energies released by the two, collided and vied for superiority. The energies swirled and fought against one another forming a dark vortex of energy. The mental stain from controlling the chaotic energies had brought a sweat to Schneider's brow.
Then suddenly the energies channeled by Ansla-Sax ceased in their assault and Schneider's attack punched through, destroying the destroyer.
Schneider's vision blurred as he lost consciousness and started to fall from his flight above the plain. His body drained he felt the stirrings of the seal placed upon his body take effect as he shrunk into the youth know as Ruche Ran-Ran.
:: POOF ::
"WHHHAAAAA!!! Yoko!! Help me!!!" When the change occurred Ruche found himself to be falling into a large swirling ball of energy. Cries of distress were heard from the spectators when he hit. Seconds latter the energy had dissipated without any sign of the dark wizard's reappearance.
After he failed to return, the dark elf among them placed her hand on the shoulders of the youngest member of the group, a sobbing red head in need of comfort, and began to speak. "Do you think..."
"Don't worry. He'll be back." Interrupted the tall swordsman. His wounds recently healed over, blood still staining his clothing.
"How can you say that after.."
"He always dose. Why should this be any different?"
"But Gara," the elf stopped when Gara raised his hand.
"It is his way." Lowering his hand to the red heads shoulder Gara's demeanor changed slightly. "Don't worry Yoko. Won't Ruche always pay back his debts? And he still owes you 50 yen." Turning away Gara started on his way home. Pausing he turned back. "Well then, are you coming? After a fight like that I could use some food. Nei? Yoko? Kull-Su?"
The four slowly departed the plain, there thoughts on their missing companion. The last to leave, Kull-Su, kept shaking his head in uneasiness. There was something familiar about the energies used at the end of that battle. Though he could not recall where he was sure that he had felt those forces before.
In a long forgotten castle, near the southern border of Saillune and the Desert of Destruction, a dark mind brooded. Plotting his revenge against the one that had refused him the greatness he so deserved. He offered her the world to rule at his side. But she spurned him. Splitting the world into four parts and setting his own servants against him.
Soon he would have his revenge. Destroying all that she had made. And it would begin with a single child. Not like those genetically altered beasts he had made ages ago. No, this one would be a true child, one he would control, absolutely loyal to him. It would destroy her children and slay her pets. Then he would destroy all that she had worked for and remake it as he saw fit. The blond whore would pay. Then she would die.
Another presence entered into his dark abode. "You summoned me, Great One." A mazoku said as he entered the presence of the dark consciousness.
"You have done well Zeiram, this Castle will mask my presence nicely. But, what of my other desires? Have you found me a suitable sorceress? One sufficiently powerful for my plan?"
The dark clad mazoku bowed before his master. The brim of the large hat it wore shadowed the white mask over his face. Its voice emanated from behind the unmoving lips. "If it is a strong sorceress you desire master, then the strongest would be Lina Inverse."
A small globe of light appeared then dimmed above Zeiram's outstretched hand. As it did one could make out an image within. A petite red head was blasting a gang of bandits with a series of fireballs. She then finished them with a well, executed Dragon Slave.
"Ah, yes, I can feel HER power in this one is very strong. And I must say, she is rather lovely, if rather flat. Still she will do nicely in my plans. Quickly, bring her to me, unharmed."
"As you command, my master."
When the Zeiram had left the man smiled and the room grew darker. How ironic, he would destroy HER creation and, use one of HER own to do it with. Though the thought brought a smile to his face it did not touch his eyes. For his eyes were solid black and empty of all pleasure.
End Prologue