The Verdon.

Chapter 1;The Nightmare. Ferd stood without knowing what was broaching. He enjoyed the fresh aesthetic breeze and the undulating view of the horizon. The environment sweet and pleasant when an undesired sourness came in. “Hey!” A voice behind him made him turn. He could feel the emanating strength from the figure that had just called out. It was so strong. Ferd's expression became solemn. “What beautiful glowing hair on your head. Where did you get that?” the figure asked. Ferd didn't answer, infact he wasn't aware that his hair was glowing. Instead, he broke into a run as if aware that the figure was about to do some evil on him. “Don’t run!” The figure yelled. Ferd didn't stop. Suddenly someone got hold of his wrist. Ferd stopped as his heart thumped loudly. The person holding his arm seemed to be in pain, he groaned. Ferd howled, withdrawing his arm as fast as if he had just touched on fire. Ferd was flabbergasted to see the figure turn into dust after looking warily unto something above behind him. Suddenly, the environment changed and the air smelled war blood. Ferd then saw a figure flying in the air at an unimaginable speed. Actually it wasn't flying, it had just jumped from an extremely high point. The scenery gradually changed into a dull misty atmosphere with the smell of war blood filling the air. The flying figure suddenly stopped revealing a warrior in a gray, ancient armour. A glowing sword from the warrior's arm swept through the air. Without missing, it cut through a target below. Slowly the view grew. The warrior spun in the air brandishing his weapons. He cut through an unknown charging figure. The figure roared in pain as the organ sliced off fell down. Fast and unnoticed, he killed the two other figures appearing in front of him too. A sound became clear. It was so deep and echoing, accompanied by a tense music. The warrior in view sliced through the opposing figures with zest. All this happened in Ferd's sight. He couldn't believe what he heard and saw. “HIS FATHERS DID THIS ALL DAY….” a deep voice reverberated across the place. The warrior threw a dagger at a figure which seemed stronger than the others. The dagger sliced through the figure’s stomach and out through the spine. “...HE IS A RENEWED WARRIOR...” The same sound reverberated again as a tense ancient war music grew to maximum. The warrior rose, condensing his strength into vertical thrust. Blue lightning arcs glowed all over his body. “...HE NEVER WILL STOP DOING THIS...’’ the sound was heard again. The warrior descended with great force. The pierced figure gazed at the descending warrior with a solemn expression, aware of its end. It displayed its venomous fangs as it growled ready to counterattack by pouncing on him. Although it saw death. It was still willing to fight back. “…ALL NIGHT…’’ the anonymous sound was heard. The warrior unlocked a sword under his left arm. It glowed leaving behind blue lightning arcs as it swayed, handle first, right into his palm. “…AND ALL LIFE…” The warrior sliced through the neck of the pouncing figure with ease and the head started to descend. He released himself from his flight and descended towards the falling head. The head touched the ground nearly the same time the warrior's leg stepped on it. “A THREE TIMES DAY, ONE LIFE.” Ferd heard a sound of a male as the view of a foot stepping on an alien head appeared behind him. The head was stained with frothy marks of green fluid, probably its blood. “NO ONE IS GOING TO JUDGE THE WAY OF MY RACE IN THEIR OWN LAND.” The tense music resurfaced as the warrior’s deep voice was heard. The view, slowly then gradually faster, moved towards Ferd. The warrior looked at the head under his feet but his head was still upright. He wore a black mask which only revealed eyes with blue glowing iris with yellow outline uncovered. At this point Ferd vision started to appear dreamy. “…NOT NOW…’’ the warrior in gray Ancient armour's voice was heard. The music grew much louder. “…NOT EVER…NOT WHEN BLOOD STILL RUNS IN VERDON’S VEINS…” The music suddenly stopped. The warrior crushed the figure's head under his foot with his might. A blue froth splashed onto Ferd's face. Ferd whimpered. He felt a freezing effect as the frothy liquid landed on his face. He wiped it off rapidly and yelled. Slowly the view that Ferd saw became more dreamy then lastly it vanished. He found himself jerking up on his bed from the nightmare! He realized that the green freezing blood that just pissed him off was a glass of cold mango juice next to his bed which he just hit. ‘It was a nightmare!’ He stood, stared at his messy bed and headed straight to the shower room. "How long till this creepy nightmares stop?" His muffled voice flooded the bathroom as the sound of a running shower took over.