Altora: The Chronicles Of The Ren-Ky Warriors

Lovell headed over to Lau's tent, readying himself, as he entered. "So, you're Leaving us now, after twenty years with us?" Lau softly spoke, lacing his fingers as he rested his head on them.

Lovell nodded. "Yes, I think its time for me to start my, own journey, that not apart of the one I have had here." Looking over, Lovell could see Ark standing behind Lau just as he did with Morris.

"Is it now?" Lau was questioning Lovell's motives.

"Yes, my time here has ended, Lau sir." Preparing for the worst, Lovell pulled back his sleeveless-trench coat and placing his hand on a pair of long swords. Lovell looked over to Ark. He notices that Ark was gaining quite a few grey hairs, possibly due to all his and Grailla's pranks over the years, grinning at Ark, "Don't you kick that bucket just yet there Ark."

Ark growled and was about to go after Lovell, but was stopped by Lau. Stepping back, Lau lowered his hand. "Well then, do take care of yourself out there, Lovell." Lovell bowed his head, in relief that his leaving them went smooth, as he left their presence. Lovel stopped in the entryway, "Safe journeys Lovell." Lua concerned for Lovell. He squeezed out before Lua lost sight of him.

Lovell returned to his sleeping corridors. He started to pack his things, Lovell noticed Grailla running up to him in a hurry. "You're leaving?!" she huffed.

Looking over at her notice, she seemed distraught at the thought of him leaving. Trying not to change his mind continued packing to distract the pain of parting. "Yes."

"But why? I thought you wanted to stay?" Her voice cracked as the words spilled out.

"I have things to do that need my attention." Saddling his horse, finding it hard to talk.

"Like what?" She protested.

Pausing for a moment as he looked at her. "There-there is someone I need to find and protect," continuing once more as he placed his things on the saddlebag. Grailla ran her hands through her hair in frustration. "It's not just for their sake, but the whole worlds as well." Tightening down his belongings, then grabbing the reins.

"Who? Who is that important that you cannot stay?" Her words were filling with grief. She tried to get him to look at her.

Slipping the reins on, Lovell sighed as he looked into her eyes. "I would put them in danger if I say whom." Grailla stared at him, waiting for more. Turning way form her shortly after, the pain of leaving growing harder to do with his best friend begging him to stay. "But they are the goddess's reincarnation, and…and I made a promise to protect her." His words shook Grailla; she couldn't say anything. He was tugging the rains to lead his horse to the edge of the camp. His head held low trying to bottle his feelings of regret.

Grailla caught up to Lovell. Lovell hoisted himself into the saddle as Grailla grabbed the reins. Looking up at him "Good luck, Lovell, and-and be safe." tears began to stream down her tanned skin.

Smiling Lovell reached over to her hand. "Just wait till my return, will you?" Grailla nodded as Lovell slipped something in her hands. Letting go as he rode forward into a gallop. She leaned on an old post holding the letter Lovell's mother left him all those years ago and giving him an excuse to return to Grailla as tears began to stream down his face, unable to everything bottled up anymore.

The day slipped by when he rode in over a level laying field. In the distance was the signs of a small town, the town of Stonebeak. Lovell feels some hope that someone might know where to find the person. Hitching his horse at the local stables Lovell entered the city, the old wooden buildings and muddy roads made it feel dead. Men and women were falling on hard times from dry mines. Looking down the main streets, Lovell noticed a pair of young animilian men harassing an elvish woman. Rage built inside as Lovell cast a paralysis spell on the men, freezing both men in fear. As they tried to figure out what was going on, Lovell slipped closer to them. Rest his arms on their shoulders he told the men to back off or there will worse things than death awaiting them. The men slowly looked over at him. Smiling, Lovell let them go from his paralysis stare. Without hesitation, the men ran with their tails tucked between their legs.

The woman was thanking him for helping her. Lovell asked if she knew anyone if someone had seen a young woman. Shaking her head, she directed him to the location of the local pub but warned him to try to stay clear from the local gang leader. What were they usually hanged out, heeding her warning as they wave each other goodbye? He started to be heading in the direction in which the local pub was. Lovell had his hopes up, to where he could find some information about a girl with silver eyes, and silver hair with a pale complexion. Finding the Pub was the natural part, but he hoped that the gang boss was not there. Upon his entry into the pub, another customer seemingly flung towards the entranceway. Glancing over, he notices a big burly man with a grin of satisfaction over his face. Lovell felt like his luck went dry upon seeing him.

Looking at Lovell, his grin grew. Lovell didn't want to pick a fight with this daemon. "Hey, flatty! Come here, and I'll give you a nice time!" Trying to ignore him, Lovell proceeded to the bar and remembering what the women said about him picking up chicks that walked in. To him, Lovell did look like a chick with his long hair. "Hey! Blondie! I'm talking to you!" The man started to be riled up.

Lovell tried to brush him off. "One, I'm a guy. Two, don't mess with me daemon!" Lovell snarled as his eyes began to glow. Hoping that his demeanour was enough t tell back off. The daemon brushed it off as a laugh out snuffed out. Getting up, he approached Lovell. Placing a hand on Lovell's shoulder. "Remove your filthy hand, please sir!" Lovell was gritting his teeth.

"WHAT did you say, blondie?" the bartender scuttled away from the commotion as the man tried to show his dominance.

Lovell was glancing a glare towards him and his lackeys. Not wanting anything more now than be rid of them from his sight. "I said remove your filthy hand or are you deaf." Some of the lackeys started turned tail as they notice that Lovell was dangerous.

"H-hey b-boss, let's let this one go." One of the lackeys tried to put some sense into their boss's mind.

"You cowards he's nothing but a mutt!" Barking back at them. Gripping Lovell shoulder now.

Lovell snapped inside from the word 'mutt.' Rising slowly, Lovell planting his hand firmly on the counter. "Repeat that? I dare you if you don't value your life." A lower growl erupted from his throat.

The daemon grinned happily. Moving in closer for Lovell to hear him more clearly, "What? The fact that you are a mutt?"

Letting him finish his sentence. Lovell's fist then landed him square in the face, knocking him back into the tables. The remaining lackeys of his turned tail as the fight started. The man wiped his nose, smeared on his hand was blood. Lovell was standing in a pride-filled stance now, towered over him. Growling, he charged Lovell. Easily dodging his attack; Lovell then knelt his gut, stunning him, as Lovell then grabbed him by the collar, lifting him Lovell landed another swift punch in his face and shattering his nose. The daemon had cleared his mind, smiling, he prepared for Lovell's next strike, Then striking Lovell in the face. Unfazed, Lovell drop kick him. This time, he broke the daemons collar bone. Angered, he landed another hit this time sending Lovell flying across the room. Lovell Rubbing his head, moved out of the way kneeing him once more then side kicking him across the head. This time the daemon did not get up.

Lovell wiped his face, "Never, ever, call me a mutt, daemon. You can count your lucky stars this time, Kynroc." He walked over to the bar and sat down leaning, against the bar. "River Kin, please, oh and no ice either." The bartender complied, he placed his drink down. Lovell was beginning to enjoy his drink. When, without any warning, a squad of hunter police came rushing in. Their rifles up, armed and ready. Looking around at the situation Lovell knew he was not going to get his info anytime soon.

As they positioned themselves, their leader walked in. She looked around to see the daemon laying on the ground out cold. Then turned her attention towards Lovell, who did not want to talk. For he was only trying to cool down after that fight.

"You there! What happened here?" Demanding Lovell speaks. Lovell closed his eyes, hoping this will go over okay. As he took another sip, she walked over and slammed her hand next to him. Her other hand at her handgun. "I said, WHAT HAPPENED here?!" Her presence was enough to put a chill down his spine. Lovell being that he was from a gang of mercenaries. It also didn't help that there were possibly fifteen to twenty or so armed hunter police in the room.

Knowing that it didn't comply with her, things could go wrong, fast. Lovell started to open one of his eyes to look at her. He was noticing that the daemon started to get up. Its eyes pure white charged forward towards them. Dropping his drink as he goes to draw a dagger from his back. "Watch out!" Lovell bellowed. The officer turned to look see what was happening. Lovell moved swiftly to pushed her out of the way into some tables. The roaring of the daemon and a blood-curdling scream roared out of her mouth. The daemon approached closer and closer. Within striking distance of Lovell's dagger as he started to draw it out.

The dagger grazing the enraged daemons face. Became nervous, as it struck him across the room, Lovell crashed to the ground. The female hunter looked over at him. In utter shock, she could not move, staring in horror at it. The Daemon was charging for another attack, as her men fired upon it, the bullets piercing the daemon. She was only prompting it to go after the next. Finding his footing as he stood up. He was seeing the men cowered as the daemon charged towards them. Flipping his dagger over, then throwing it through the air. Landing it square in its back. The daemon stopped, turned around, looking back at him.

Lovell let out a small laugh. The daemon was charging once more. "This is not," dodging the charge, "good." Lovell rolling over to his knee grabbed his handgun from his back. The daemon lodging itself into the bar. As it pulled out, it notices the woman over on the left. It was l.i.c.k.i.n.g its lips, as it poised to strike. BANG! A bullet struck it in the back, as crystals formed from within the hole. Reaching outwards, killing him. "Lyshta, that was to close." Lowering his gun.

As he put the gun back in its holster, Lovell walked over to the body. Grabbed his dagger, then began cleaning it. The woman was starting to regain her bearing's, approached Lovell. "So, what just happened?" Still shaken from the ordeal.

Inspecting his dagger, "I was hoping you might have the answer to that. really?" As he sheathed it, turning to face her. He could tell she didn't deal much with fighting, especially with the result being death.

"Well it looked as if he had been on 'choke mint.'" The woman crossed her arms as they sat down. She was trying to keep her composure in front of Lovell. Already aware that she was shaken, as he had noticed her knees ready to buckle before she even sat down. "We've been hunting down the culprits selling the drug for some time…" trying to sound confident before pausing. "you know. How do I know you're not the one who gave him the drug?" Her face filled with skepticism. She was looking over at him as he leaned over and stared at her.

He was closing his eyes. "You don't." as he sat up, "but then, why would have I saved you?" the question prompting her. The policewoman started to glare. "The bartender can vouch that this all began." Clearing his throat. "When he started to woo me over." Throwing his hands aside. "Thinking that I was a woman," as he places his hands back down, he noticed her face turn red. 'Is she embarrassed for thinking the same thing as the daemon?' Lovell thought to himself. Rolling his eyes away, "Then a fight broke out between us when he called me an M-U-T-T."

"Mutt? Really?" Disbelieving Lovell. He just glared at her, "Okay, then." Shrinking back down in her seat.

Lovell was growling at the word and leaning himself back in his seat. Looking over at her. "So, am I free to leave?" She looked over at him. The word why written on her face. He childishly smiled "Well, I am searching for someone important- "

Before Lovell could finish, two young men came rushing in. Huffing away, where one of them had looked over. His brown hair drenched in sweat as the dark-haired one looked at the daemon's corpse, "Ah man! The police beat us to him." His voice filled with disappointment.

"We never did anything; this young man did." One of her men spoke out.

They both turned to stare at Lovell. They were glancing over his slim body. Lovell seemed a little insulted by their body language towards him. Then glanced back to the officer. "Yeah, right?" They spoke in unison. The look of skepticism covering their faces. Hurt by their comment.

"It's true you two; he is the one who took down your quarry." She gestured over to Lovell, having an annoyed look. They looked back at him.

"She's not lying, you know. What's so hard to believe about that?" Lovell gestured as he spoke. "I did defeat him, but things got a little hairy and ended up on the wrong end of my barrel." Resting his chin on his hand, looking back at the body. The woman got up.

As the other officers left, the two watched as each one seemed that they didn't want to interact with them. The woman patted Lovell's shoulder. "Good Luck with them." As she walked out, Lovell felt uncomfortable as she said that. They were turning over his attention to them. They shifted their gazes to him.

"Who are you?"

"What's your hunter rank?"

"What division are you from?"

Lovell was bombarded by them with questions. Waved both hands across to stop them. "Back off! Sheesh." They both stared at Lovell. "Sit first." They grabbed a chair each. The bartender brought something strong out for Lovell. Thanking him, he turned his attention back at the two. "Ok, one, my name is Lovell Krisnik." Clasping his hands together. "Two I'm a traveller looking for someone, so I'm not a hunter." The two went red. "yeah, so in other words back off on the hunter stuff." Realizing that they might have some info if they were hunters.

"So, who are you looking for anyway." The brown-haired man promptly asked.

"Well first, is it not rude to introduce yourselves before we discuss anything of the sort?" Beginning to become unimpressed with them.

"Oh, right." The brown one was rubbing his head childishly. They looked to be no older than sixteen to eighteen years old. Knowing he looked young due to him being a theyan didn't help either to them to respect him as an elder. "Well let's just say that it's kind of a hard topic." Juggling his hands around. "You see we're." He then cut off before finishing.

The door slammed open as soldiers rushed in. They all turned to see what was going on. The brown hair one was becoming worried. While the other had a shocked look on his face. "Grab him and the other two." The commander ordered. The men grabbed the two, as they were trying to escape. Lovell was then trying to find out what was happening. Though one of the men came up behind him, striking him in the back, knocking him out. Now limp, as they packed him and the other two up as they headed out. The bartender was shrinking to the back once more.