Role Playing story the evil's side
 

Prologue: Lance had just gone to fire user camp and met a nine year old there. "Hello. My name is Ziff." The boy had said. "Well Ziff your a fire user too?" "Yup." "Wow I never knew they allowed little kids here." "Well they do I just came here two months ago." "And I only got here today." Several days past until the most terrible day came. "Damnit I have to leave?" "Yes." Said a mesterious voice. So Lance left fire user camp. The next day the whole camp was looking for him, but they never found Lance.

Now: Lance lay on the ground when he suddenly heard a voice that seemed familiar. "You are an evil Lance your little friend Ziff is a good. Go and battle him destroy him." Lance did what he was told. Lance started burning down towns until he had found Ziff. Lance challenged Ziff and Ziff accepted. But right away Lance had only defeated Ziff not killed him. For some reason something held him back. Every city, town and village Lance went by he destroyed with all of his fire attacks. Although Lance did feel guilt. After not long it was night so Lance had found a cave to rest in knowing he'd have to challenge Ziff again and that would be tomorrow.

Tanthalas strode through the forest towards the smoke. "It looks like Lance is hard at work." Talos grinned. Little does he know that Talos is there, doing my dirty work. Heh, heh, heh. As soon as Talos destroys the so-called 'heroes', I will finish him off once and for all. Then, nobody will stop me from killing our sister, Tamona! Talos is a disgrace to the drow race. He must be destroyed at all costs!"

"Morning it is time to arise and humiliat my old friend." Lance could still hear Ziff trying to yell to find Lance, unffortanuattly Ziff didn't know his name. "Hello Ziff." "Huh how do you know my name." "Well you wouldn't remeber my name anyways sice I never told you it." "Evil of fire I challenge you." "Hm... maybe I will fight you. Now this is my ultamate attack Evil Flame!" Evil flame had knocked Ziff to the the ground. But the next thing the evil knew he was on the ground. "Hm... we shall meet again Ziff." Then Lance dissapeared without a trace.

"Hm... that Ziff knows all my stratagies now. So what to plan next? "Hm... I know I'll purposliy die. But that's only what Ziff would think." Boom! Crash! "Huh Ziff just killed people huh. I'd best find a different castle then. Until next time Ziff." Just then the evil of fire had vanised leaving a fake copy of himself for Ziff to kill. Altough for Lance he was out of luck he only could find a cave. But it fit him fine for a while. All of a sudden Lance heard Ziff kill the decoy. "You only think you killed me Ziff you only think. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! And Ziff I have tooken over your friend Lance. He no longer remembers that he was friends with you..."

Prologue:
The lost woods were in chaos, the terrible storm of wind and water destroying much of the once beautiful woods. Within a clearing in the middle of the forest, two great titans waged their war. It was to this clearing that Judas, Daughter of Euphrades ran with all the speed her elven feet could summon; knowing full well that it may be to her death.

I must stop it, I will not let him die. she thought as She drew an arrow from her quiver and loaded it into her bow. She emerged from the forest, only to see her love struck down with a mighty swing of a coral Trident.

She fired, aiming at the dark warrior standing over her stricken lover. By fate or luck, the arrow struck the heart of the watery menace, causing red blood to ooze out of the wound. the Warrior looked down at the wound, then at Judas, and proceeded to fire a powerful blast of water at the elven maiden, knocking her through a nearby oak.

The warrior lurched forward, pearing into the eyes of Judas. "The host dies... I offer you one choice: your life...

He looked back to his fallen nemesis.

"...Or his."

A single crystal tear flowed down the her cheek, her choice already made.

"Take me. But spare my one love."

A blue haze flowed out of the Dark Warrior, passing into Judas.

Her final whispered words were

"Forgive me."

Prolouge:
The unconcious elf awoke. The forest around him was gone. The evils were missing. He was alone, again.
He found himself on a strange island, a mountain centering itself on it and forests streaming about. Animals presided on the island, so the elf could fend for himself.
But then, it got lonely.
He memerized the island. He became in-tune with it and discovered a small cave within the mountain, which he decided to call 'home'.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months.
He rocked back and forth one day, on the beach. The waves crashed silently on the shore. He looked up momentarily and saw a flock of birds fly by.
He cried. Oh, how he wished he could leave the accursed island. He cried himself to sleep on that beach.
The tide slowly came in and dragged his body off, back to the mainland.....

Lance had just woken up. "Hm... it looks like Ziff rampaged through the town. No matter I shall have my 'death' soon." Lance had wanted to see if Ziff would look happy when he won or still with anger. "I shall go to the castle that has the other evils for. Foolish Ziff how he relesed us. Hm... that looks like an evil talking to the goods. I must report this to the master evil a.k.a. the eigth evil." So Lance went of to talk to the leader. "What is it Lance?" "Um... sir I saw an evil talk to the goods." "Ah... yes that would be the tratior Talos. If he joins them then we'll destroy someone most dear to him." "Hm... Talos becoming a good... nah. Ziff I will kill you next time we meet you might not even be able to attack me even once.Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Lance stare down watching Ziff come towards the castle killing innicent people. "Your friends will suffer as well. Yes Ziff show the anger the hate turn into your evil form as I did. We're no longer friends Ziff. Not anymore."

The stormy winds rage all around him with cold driving rain stinging his exposed face, the ravaged plain in which he knelt in was littered bodies,with his blurry vision he could only make out their colours of blues and blacks. Struggling to his feet buffeted by the winds, a sharp pain shot into his head forcing him to one knee, where was he and why was there a battle here. Around him lay bodies of mangled white and blues soldiers, looking down at his armour it was covered in blood <was it his?> it was black, behind him lay more bodies same uniform to him<who had won?>

Then a wisper came to his ears quiet but clear, "Severus...Severus"
looking up he spotted a black robed figure and yelled out over the howling wind " who are you?"
Ignoring him the figure continued. "rise Severus avenge your friends destroy the one called ziff and his allies, it is your fate destroy all that stand in your way, show no mercy.." The figure left the last few word to trail out.
Rizing to his feet he moved towards the figure, "tell me more what do you know of what has happened TELL ME."
But the figure just laughed and his voiced was matched to the screaming howls of the storm, swearing an oath severus brought his sword down in front of the man in a deadly arc cutting through the robe in the wasit which just disintergrated before him and blew away with the wind. The man's wispered laught echoed around him, enbittered severus cried out in fustration, and thoughts or memories rose from the depths of his mind, all of them called in unison "Kill Ziff"

Scott floated about, in the sea.
His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at the sky. Blue as ever. He was drenched now, but he really didn't mind. He flipped over and spat out some water and looked around him.
Ocean.
More ocean.
Land!
He pumped his arms and swam for the mainland. After fifty strokes he was already exhuasted. Still a long ways to go. The exhuastion really didn't bother him, he just wanted to be part of society again!
Society.....?
Wasn't it society that threw him onto that island? That dark island that starved, freezed and buried him into the bowls of the nine hells?
Right there, in the sea, he growled. Damn society! He shook his fists underwater. The wind changed. It howled.
Dark cloud's gathered above him. A bolt of lightning struck the water. Scott, enraged, burst with energy and tore toward's the mainland, to extract his revenge.

Zephyrhagen saw a corpse out in the ocean. Or was it a corpse? Were they alive? Zephyrhagen wasted no time in crashing into and wading through the water, his 18 foot stature keeping his head above the water's surface. He finally reached the man, and scooping it up in one giant hand, he pressed one finger to the stranger's neck. There was a pulse. This man was alive! He carried the man back to his campsite on the beach, rested him down next to a small fire, wrapped him in some blankets,and went off in search of food.

he steped out of the the desert tired and dirty walking toward th city wondering what he would find their