the flapping of black wings would be heard, as black feathers fell to earth
"Don't let him come closer!"
The sounds of hurried steps of countless of soldiers could be heard against the dirt trail that connected a large ruin to the forest.
Each one of them had the long blade that was standard for soldiers of the church. Behind them, trying to open the door into the ruins was a cardinal. His name was Le-Pierre. He was of the rich and noble class that governed France and Italy.
There was a noise, that could only be described as a whisper in the wind, as a black figure flashed through the trail. A second later, a scream could be heard as the figure of a young male with long black and silver hair stepped in front of a soldier.
His knife had already pierced through the skull of the soldier. There was a loud scream, followed by silence. The dark blue eyes of the man scanned across the trail, his eyes closing once he saw the Le-Pierre.
That was all they needed. Working in perfect unison, the soldiers circled the young man, and slashed their swords forward.
There was another flash, and the young man had jumped into the air. It was a long second, as he locked eyes with the cardinal before landing on his feet. Two kick movements of his arm, he had grabbed one of the soldiers around the throat, and drove his knife all the way across it.
Fear shocked some of the soldiers, but not one. He jumped forward, pulling his long sword over his head, ready to drive it down on the young man.
But such a move wasn't going to be taken unnoticed. The young mun crouched, and dashed forward, driving his knife into the chest of the soldier, right into his heart.
"Don't just stand there idiots. Kill him" Le-Pierre yelled loudly. There was a loud click, that echoed through the midday sky. The doors into the ruin had finally opened. A smirk spread across his lips as he descended into the ruins.
"Oh, you foolish human..." mumbled the young man, as he held out his hand to the side of him. A soft red light began to appear above it, creating an outline of a long object. Finally it materialized, turning into a long sword, with a brilliant red color to it.
He gripped the handle tightly, and dashed forward, so fast there wasn't even a flash this time; just the soft whispering of the wind.
He stopped, at the entrance of the ruins, and turned around, his dark blue eyes coldly looking behind him. There, all the soldiers that once stood before him laid there, cleanly cut, and dead.
Deep inside the ruin, Le-Pierre had found what he was looking for. A large casket, surrounded by writing; writing that portrayed a dark history. One that spoke of another species of humans. It was something he knew the Vatican wanted destroyed.
The mark of fallen angels interfering with humans, the transformations of our kind. These ruins, they bring about our dark history. One that our god gave us the power to overcome. In his will, in his grace, I command you to seek and destroy them
Le-Pierre remembered the words that were spoken to him well. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a match, light it on fire, and threw it at the casket. He didn't have to read what was written on the walls to know what was in there. One of the few remaining sub-species of human, one that the Vatican had been sure to wipe out.
He had succeeded in his mission. He quickly turned around, and gasped.
There was a loud clatter as a sword crashed into the wall.
"What!?" the young man exclaimed as he realized Le-Pierre had dodged his attack. But how!, he thought to himself, I didn't even make a sound.
"So is that your true abilities Maverick?" scoffed Le-Pierre, "What a waste. In case you didn't realize, we cardinals are not just like any human. We've been blessed with the power of god!"
Le-Pierre reached into his sleeve faster than even a flash of light, and pulled out a knife, no longer than a few inches and threw it at Maverick. It was a quickest second Maverick had ever seen.
There wasn't any time to react. The moment he had seen the knife, he had also felt it hit him in the chest. He made a gasp for air as he fell to his knees.
Without saying more than a laugh, Le-Pierre walked off, his footsteps echoing t through the stone corridor.
The fire was spreading, and before him, Maverick saw the ruins of his family being burned to ashes. But he was alive. He could still breath! The wound wasn't fatal, no. He could easily survive this.
He pulled the knife out of his chest, his yell of pain echoing through the empty corridor. Tears fell from his eyes, but he said nothing. He struggled to his feet, using the wall to his side as a support. He wasn't going to die, he was going to make sure of it.
He took a step, and felt the pain shake through his body. He took another step, and another. A little while later, he found himself outside, the sun shinning as radiantly as it had before.
He closed his dark blue eyes, and fell unconscious; for at least he had survived.