The Tale of "Team Moon Drop" Prologue Ch. 4 END OF PROLOGUE

The final chapter of the Prologue of Team Moon Drop, hopefully this won't be as long as Ch.3. Umm, this will cover from Silas' "revenge" to him deciding to create Team Moon Drop.

X792 2 February- Canvas Forests

Daybreak. He hadn't even slept these past few days. He was out for revenge...revenge for his master. Revenge for Cocytus. Opening his jacket a bit, he reached into his pocket and withdrew a photograph. It was of his master doing the classic 'peace sign' with him...with Silas sitting infront of him, looking at him as if he was the weirdest person he had ever seen. Silas smiled a little bit. On the back was a scribble of the words- '''Cocytus and Silas, X790 27 October. '''

Remembering why he was doing this, Silas jumped down out of his room onto the ground. He made a right turn and ended up at the Source Tree with one addition: The grave of Cocytus inside the barrier. The week that had followed after his master's death...it was hell. He had to bury his master, otherwise it would rot. Silas had lost his will to live, so he dug a hole next to his master and every day did nothing but sit in the hole, waiting for the day that he would die. But then, he had found it. His ''purpose. His will''. REVENGE. That had been it. He was close to death, and he had realized it. After Revenge? Who knew, but he would ask himself that when the time came.

How convenient had it been, that he had found a basement filled with explosive lachrima. A plan had quickly formed in his mind. Rather than be a coward like they had, Silas would attack and destroy them in broad daylight...either that or he would die trying. The rest of the time he had dedicated himself to training in both physical and magical combat. And now...he was ready. Streching his limbs, Silas skipped breakfast, he would just steal food from the dark guild.

Putting on his coat, he went into Cocytus' room and chose to bring with him a small blade. Cocytus had once told him that it was a hunting knife but in the hands of a 12 year old? It looked like a machete. Walking outside, Silas soon began his walk to the location of the Dark Guild. Tracking them all those years ago had been no problem at all. Their journey here had left a path of dead plants and animals that would take several weeks to recover...time which was used to remember their location.

It was sunset by the time that Silas reached the guild. The building was rather ordinary. A two...maybe three storey building that had no windows, no paint, just a sign that read "Carcaneous" Silas frowned. Was this it? It looked nothing like what he imagined a Dark Guild to be like. A man was thrown out the door followed by cruel laughter. Yep. This was it. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew 2 lachrima orbs. Breathing in deep, he creeped up to the entrance and threw them to the ground. They cracked and rolled for a few seconds...and then they exploded.

The tiny explosion was strong enough to tear apart the corner of the first floor, and to tip the whole building until it collapsed. It was obvious that several mages had been injured in just those few seconds. The smoke was heavy, and it showed no signs of clearing any time soon. Through the smoke Silas could make out two shadows that were running around in panic. Without a single hint of hesitation he swiped at the closest shadow and then kneed his head onto the ground, driving the blade into the back of the other shadow. From behind him two heavily muscled arms trapped his torso to somebody's body. Extending his index and middle finger, Silas formed a ball of magic and shot it straight into the man's hip. The man screamed at which point Silas used his shoulder as a pivot to raise himself up, and then kick his neck with as much force as possible.

The man fell to the floor, at which point a lean person leapt up over his back and tackled Silas to the ground. Grunting, Silas reared his legs bent and kicked the offender in the groin with both heels, before rolling over and elbowing and kneeing the man in the face at the same time. A coughing sound came behind of him. Ducking to the side, Silas realized that he had nearly been ambushed. Creating a ball of magic and then spreading it across the bottom of his wrist, Silas knocked the guy's chin, knocking him out. A wall of fire barely missed him but charred the man that Silas just knocked out. Searching the body of the larger man that he had knocked out a few seconds earlier, Silas found a pair of daggers. He threw one in the direction that he beilieved the fire came from. and recieved a yell of agony in response. Turning around, he flicked the dagger at a random direction and when he got a yell in response, he dashed over there, ramming the first person he could with his shoulder.

Ducking low, Silas jumped and pivoted on his elbows, bringing both of his legs into the jaw of a person he didn't even know was there. Silas realised he was practically just throwing out random blind hits. Reaching behind him, he grasped what he recognized to be the side of a table and mustering all his strength, threw it across the room. Reaching out even further, Silas found a chair and jabbed it's legs into a shadow in front of him. The shadow turned around at which point he brought his foot up into the shadow's groin. Pulling the chair back, he then smacked the chair onto the shadow's head. Breaking into several splinters, Silas used one of the legs as a wooden sword and swung it violently in front of him.

The smoke was starting to become thinner...and he probably hadn't even gotten through half the guild. Crawling on the ground, Silas soon found the knife that he had stabbed into the man's back. Pulling it out, he then went into a frenzy, running while jabbing or slashing at the air at random intervals. Although it wasn't clear if he had gotten anybody, he had clearly gotten somewhere.

The smoke finally disappeared and, the remaining members of the dark guild looked around to see Silas standiing in the midst of a war-zone, surrounded by the unconcious bodies of several guild members. Silence for a few seconds...and then uproar occured throughout the guild. Like a repetition of how they went after his master, they all roared as they charged at Silas with the intent to kill.

Turning around, Silas shoved his fingers down the nearest mage's throat gagging him, and redirected his hand to his companion, blasting him with a lightning magic. Raising his right leg, he kicked him into the crowd before ducking low and turning over, kicking the man's face with the side of his foot. Pulling a sword out of the now unconcious man's side, Silas leapt into the air and into the crowd, preparing to take on the whole guild with nothing but a short sword.

''The meeting was quite honestly, exhausting. Rumours of a child prodigy who could control water without magic had reached the Dark Guild that was known as Carcaneous. And because he was partially responsible for raising the guild to it's powerful reputation it held today, Kharlan Feaw was appointed as the dark guild's Guild Ace...even if he was stronger than the Guild Master himself. Behind him, several strong mages, even by his standards, trailed behind of him. They were quite simply, the best of the best in Carcaneous. ''

Normally he would ''be out training, perhaps even killing but...after the raid on Cocytus and Silas, he had lost all motivation for being pure evil. Cocytus had definetly died afterall, he had dealt the last blow but Silas? Well even so, it was very unlikely that he would still be aliv-''

A guild member came soaring from the sky and landed at his feet

''"...what is the meaning of this?" Kharlan quietly asked. The guild member it would seem could barely even breathe yet, he still managed to gasp out "Intruder...surprise attack...most of the guild...dead"''

Surprised that anybody would have enough guts to attack the guild, he pressed even further "Who are these intruders?"

"One..."

"I'm sorry?"

"There's only one of them...he...he's the kid from last year's raid..."

"...Last year? What do you mean? We only did one raid last year"

"He...it's Cocytus' kid..."

A small spark of hope ignited within ''Kharlan. Cocytus' kid? There was only one and...the guild member that was meant to kill him never did come back...''

Several of the mages started muttering before one of them announced "uhh...Kharlan? If it's alright, you can take your time and get some rest. We'll kill that kid for you"

"..ne.."

"uhh...Kharlan?"

''"mine...mInE..Mine..." Kharlan turned around to face the mages "He's all mine. Normally I'd let you go but, you just said you'll kill him so I can't exactly let that go now can I?"''

"Kharlan? This isn't funny man" The mage was about to say something more but was cut short by a gurgurling noise. His throat had been sliced open. Several of the mages jumped back in horror "What the Hell!"

"Kharlan what's wrong with you!"

But they too were quickly dispatched. One of the mages, the one that Kharlan recognized as the toughest of the group survived his initial strike "Kharlan...please...don't"

The child raised his arm up "Sorry buddy but, he's ALL MINE" ''Kharlan said as he brought his arm down to decapitate the last of the S-class mages in Carcaneous. ''

''Cleaning his hand, he turned around and noticed that the mage was still there. Crouching so that he was close to eye level he asked "Are you going to tell A~ny~bo~d~y?"''

The man quickly shook his head in fear

"Not even hmm GOD?"

A hesitation but the man still shook his head

"Good good...cause we wouldn't want somebody like God to find out about me killing you eh?"

''The man's eyes grew in size, and he was about to say a word of argument but too late. Khalran had already blasted a hole into the man's temple. Standing up and casually streching, he looked in the general direction of the guild...hopefully his Guinea Pig was still alive because if he wasn't...the guild would sorely pay for this.''

Heavily gasping for breath, Silas stumbled over onto the counter that was now decorated with blood and lay down on top of it. It would seem that he had managed to kill everybody, the last one being a particularly muscular man that was unortunately far too slow to catch Silas. The assaniation had been far too easy, just jump onto his shoulders and slit his neck.

But...there was still the memory loss that concerned Silas. Closing his eyes, he recalled as far back as possible...

Pulling a sword out of the now unconcious man's side, Silas leapt into the air and into the crowd, preparing to take on the whole guild with nothing but a short sword. ''He kicked at the man infront of him and twirled around, cutting several people but, he was soon quickly restrained by several arms. They had socked him several times, before one of them suggested they brutally torture him to death. Fear rose into his being, his soul...and then he remembered "This may not be my soul but it's as close as it gets" Oh yeah...the second stage "Let the magic be your existance, it will then take on a monstrous form. One that depicts the violent nature of your soul. This may not be my soul but it's as close as it gets" Concentrating, he covered his skin with balls of magic but something had gone wrong...Silas quickly began to panic. His arms started to stretch. His right hand had turned into a massive claw, his left hand now a giant blade. Silver covered his vision, and it eventually started to become heavier until he couldn't see any more...''

And then when Silas had regained consciousness, nearly everybody had died, with only about 3 or 4 people still alive, but even they had become heavily injured. Exactly what did he become? Well, right now that didn't matter. What did was that he had avenged Cocytus and planned on heading back...as soon as he got something to eat of course.

Burping, Silas pushed himself up. It was probably midnight right now but that didn't matter. Now that he was completely full, he would have enough energy to basically use Flow and Compression all the way to the Source Tree from here. But instead he decided he would take it easy. Yawning, he picked up a longsword that one of the mages had previously used and walked towards the Canvs Forests.

After a few hours, a sound could be heard in the Canvas Forests. How odd...there shouldn't be any animals here...the concentration of magic was practically like acid to them. These roars...a tiger? Curious, Silas changed his course and used his magic to quickly travel to the source of the sound.

YEAH UHH...GONNA TAKE A BIT OF A BREAK CAUSE IT'S LIKE 2AM AND I THINK I HAVE SCHOOL 2MORROW. :3