Chapter I
It is the 23rd of March. This day catastrophe, an Apocalypse if you will, was being planned. Not the sort of big explosions kind of thing, but a more suttle way of the world ending. It was being schemed by two very different kind of supernatural forces.
Thoke Harrison looked what we would call normal. He was fairly tall, fit, dark brown hair and dark green eyes, that stood out from his young face. He wore a black t-shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers, a dark brown duster and on his back he carried his 110 centimeter longsword. That could be considered strange, but Thoke had been around some time and the people had gotten used to him carrying it around. If a normal person tried to lift the sword it would take them a lot of work to get a single swing. Thoke who was some what supernatural and had used the same sword for ages could fight with it using one hand. The handle of the blade was green dyed leather. The cross-guard and pommel were silver. The blade itself was steel. It had been used quite a lot, but was not rusted or dented. Those demons sure know how to make steel. He also kept a small dagger on his belt. Better to have it when you need it, rather than not have it and die.
In Denver he hadn´t run into any fight yet, until today. It was around 3.15 p.m. when a strange wave of energy brushed past him. And then all hell was set loose.
