• Upon the snow-capped hill, a great beast nested. A glorious dragon, black as a moonless night, each colossal paw large anough to blot out the sun and leave velvet night naked of stars. Known by many names: Demon Slayer, King of Clouds, Apocalyptic Shroud, but mostly as Eclipse.

    Felix crouched, watching it from afar, his lean frame quivering with barely controlled anger, right hand clenched aroung a great sword made from one of the Dragon's own teeth.
    The overcast sky sent shadows across his firey eyes.

    Twin Urde crossed his arms and stood behind him, an expression of concern etched onto his face.

    "I can't take much more of this, Urde." Felix stood, a darkness clouded his steps, "That thing is responsible for the death of our father. I don't want to see it alive any longer."

    Urde growled in a warning tone. "Don't be a fool, Felix. Eclipse could flatten you with a single strike, I'm not going to lose my only family because of some ill-conceived revenge attempt. If father couldn't defeat it, do you think that you could?"

    Felix bowed his head, for once he almost seemed ashamed of himself, but his expression was still hard.
    "I'm still not strong enough," He intoned softly, more to himself than to anyone else. "But one day, I swear on Rakshaza's name, Eclipse will pay for what he did."

    He stood, sword on his shoulder, and strode back to the caravan. Urde stayed behind a little longer, wishing he knew why a noble dragon would harm a human being.
    "What happened that day?" Urde whispered, before turning to follow his brother.

    In the distance, farther than a human eye could see, a lone figure in black watched him, black demonic wings arching from their back.