This is a prequel to "Thief Of dus And Dawn"
Fire rose from the bricks and broken pieces of wood that once formed a house. The scent of burned bodies filled the air as the wind breezed through the rests of the kingdom. Frightened screams echoed in the majestic streets as the surviving inhabitants darted past the thing that caused all this.
Tiny bits of dust clouded up as Kayne approached the very edge of the palace rooftop. The sudden gust of wind gave him chills as he examined the city. His eyes slid to the centre which was surrounded by stone walls almost touching the sky, plants dangling over the edges like dead bodies. A glowing orb of light illuminated the area around the centre. Kayne could sense the radiation of the enormous forces reaching down to his bones. It was as if a tremendous heat was jolting him, causing every nerve in his body to tingle.
Kayne snatched his bag from his back and detached his Breaxite from it with his bristly hands. The Breaxite was a simple but nifty tool that made it possible to see sharp from a far distance and was shaped like a wide oval. He positioned the tool against his eyes and studied the core again. His eyes slid once more over the walls and observed his actual target, scrambling anxiously down among the plants and flower.
The corners of his mouth lifted and formed a grin. The grin vanished when three men came into view, royal guards. One of them shouted something to the others while pointing down, causing them to start climbing down just above the target.
Kayne sighed it was time for him to jump into action. The Breaxite quickly made its way into his bag which landed on his back with a dull bang. The gravel on the palace roof crunched under his feet as he strolled towards the palace. The breath he exhaled formed a white cloud. Fabric of his hood slipped through his fingers as he put it on. He cracked his knuckles and swung his head into his neck, the nut-brown locks that framed his face fell back. Adrenaline raced through his veins like a whirlwind.
He took a final deep breath and inhaled the saltish stink of fire. With a single flick, he spun around. Sprinting, he ran straight to the edge of the roof. With his every step he listened to the shuffling in his backpack.
"I hate this" he mumbled "I want a goddamn raise after this task,"
Kayne reached the edge with an enormous speed. His boots touched the stone edge and he pushed himself away from the edge with all the strength he had in him. The sound around him muffled, a peeping filled his ears as he bit down on his teeth.
It seemed as if he was flying while he thrashed around with his arms in the air. A numb sensation took control over his body that made each second seem like an hour. His coat blew along to the beat of the wind. Kayne had no problem with staying like this forever. But soon gravity came kicking into the picture.
Like a wounded bird, Kayne began to fall and the distance from the ground became shorter and shorter. A cold sweat broke out on Kayne when he was only 2 meters from the ground, even though he knew well enough that he would never touch the ground. His wings never let him down.
With a soft rustling, Kayne's wings unfolded. the pure white feathers shone in the sun rays as he rose to the sky far away from the ground. The wings were as wide as 5 meters and couldn't even be pierced by the strongest metal. There were only a handful like him and called themselves the Order of Torvish. Founded not long ago, the group had already gained more power than all of Erdia had in centuries.
Kayne was just a little different since most in the group were sorcerers, unlike them, he had both the magical skills as the wings. The called him a Sermin, he never liked that name since it reminded him of his past in a way.
From up here, the view over the city was the best. All had been destroyed, children were desperately wandering through the streets looking for their parents if they were still alive. Kayne had to avert his gaze as his stomach turned at the sight of the corpses.
The thought that one of them had done this only made him more nauseous. He was here to take the guilty person to the order of Trovish who was to decide his fate. it took him a while to locate him but he had found him, Azrael Saltebone.