Prologue

Two figures darted between the two pathways. With long cloaks, the shorter one of them slowed down grasping her pregnant belly, feeling her twins kicking her. She didn't cry out as they kicked harder, for she knew if she made any noise the whole army would be upon them. The city was invaded by creatures and monsters of dreams and nightmares, beautiful and Dark. The taller figure turned back rushing to the woman, grasping her hand, he pulled her forward.

"Come, we are close" he whispered

She nodded, clutching her cloak around her, and then the taller figure stopped startled. As a small dark figure that appeared in front of them in the mouth of an alleyway. The figure stepped out into the light. It was a Draiken, made in the image of its master. Ravien the Creator and the Mage. It had a black snout that was scaled. The scales were dark as the night sky, and the eyes of the beast were mirrors. Like liquid silver. Large fangs glinted in the moonlight, the ears much like a wolf, poked out of the head, turning and moving at every little noise. The creature stood a bit over 3 feet tall, looking up at the cloaked figures. It had the body of a man with small interlocking black scales spreading out from it's head down to it's feet. It wore a metal studded loin cloth and from its hands, claws jut out two inches. The Draiken growled out.

"Give me the girl, and I will kill you quickly" its long tongue licked its canines.

The tall hooded figure pulled off his hood. His long silver hair glinted in the moonlight, he opened his palm facing it towards the sky, a whisper into the wind. A ball of fire appeared in his hand, he smiled and looked into the Draiken's eyes.

"Draiken, you should really watch out who you threaten, some might get offended" he said, his smile growing as the beast realized who he was.

"Orinisss…" he growled, "you were supposed to die in the siege… master will be pleased if I brought your head to him… yesss"

"You might find that hard, your Master's right hand Demon failed to kill me, I was half asleep at the time too" Orinis boasted.

The Draiken eyes bulged, as it processed what he said. The Draiken turned to run in fear from the threat. But before it could take a step, it was engulfed with fire. The charred Draiken corpse fell and hit a ground with a small thud. Orinis threw the rest of the flame into the ground, the pavement sizzled as it melted, then hardened into a smooth stone. Orinis pulled his hood back over his head, he turned to his sister and motioned her forward. They ran through the streets, moving from shadow to shadow, until she broke the silence.

"How could he do this to the city, to us?" she whispered

He nodded in agreement, he looked around the corner, seeing nobody, he darted down the next pathway.

She followed, she winced as the twins kicked yet again. She looked up at the sky, she remembers the days before. When she was care free and could look up at the sky free of worry, and pain. She shook her head trying to bring herself back into the present time, she caught up with her brother.

"How could I not know this…. I am his wife.. Was… was his wife" she whispered, she blinked away her tears.

"Sister, evil men are not born, they are made. I can't say when he became evil, but I will say he had us both fooled, for he was like a brother to me." Orinis whispered.

A clank of steel against stone awoken them from their security on the dark pathway. A howl filled the night, between a sound of anguish and a laugh of a Hyena, with that multiple other joined in with the first one.

"They must have found the body, we must go." he whispered, he once again grabbed his sister's hand pulling her towards him. They rounded the corner turning into a square, they moved toward a building, they opened the door, closing it behind them. Orinis grabbed hold of a door knob and twisted it and snapped it off, like it was a leaf off of a tree. He walked out of the entry room and into the living room, it was made up of a long couch and a big blue rug that covered half of the room, there were no windows in the house, except for the one above the door in the entry room.

"We can rest for a while, but we have to stay moving, or else he might find us" Orinis said, his normal grin turning to scowl at the mention of 'him'.

His sister nodded and collapsed onto the soft cushioned couch. Orinis walked out of the room to check out the rest of the house. He was gone for a few minutes before he returned with a loaf of bread, he gave it to his sister.

"Eat you will need your energy"

"They are coming soon," she said

"Who?..." his eyes widen as she looked down at her belly "They mustn't come til I can get you to safety"

"Brother, I have tried to hold them back, soon I will have no more energy, and then my cloak will fall, and he will find us, he mustn't find the Twins"

"May-" he started

"NO, take my children, once they are born take them, protect them, be the father… he can never be." she said, looking straight into his eyes, pleading him to listen.

"There's a cellar beneath the house,"Orinis stated "I'll hide them there, until we can flee from the city" she nodded in agreement.

"I need rest before they come"

"Of course sister…. Of course" he left the room and went and sat in the entry room on a stool he pulled from the kitchen.

He picked at the dried blood that was caked onto his tunic. He stopped, pulled his hands together gripping them hard. He rested his head back against the wall, and closed his eyes.

He awoke to the screams of his sister, he jolted out of the chair, and stumbled into the living room. His sister's eyes were wide and bright as the twins were pushing their way out, shoving each other, trying to be the first.

He rushed over and put his hand on her belly, sending pulses of him magic calming down the twins.

"It's time" she whispered, this time Orinis nodded.

"I will try to make it less painful" He said, rubbing his right hand over her belly, while his left gripped his sister's right hand.

The first one was silent when he came out, with pale blue eyes, and light blonde hair. The second screamed like a banshee, he had dark green eyes like his mother, but with the dark brown hair of his father. Orinis cut the babies umbilical cord with a small blade he procured from his boot. Orinis wrapped the babies in towels he found in the kitchen. As he once again sent pulses of his magic to calm the crying babe down.

"Are they ok?" she whispered, with evident exhaustion in her voice.

"Yes" he said, bringing them around to her, showing her the two boys, one dark, while one light.

She smiled looking at her children, she pointed to the blonde haired boy, the first born.

"Nammor" she said then pointed to the Dark brown haired boy "Saber".

Orinis nodded, understanding. He brought the children closer to him wrapping them with his cloak hiding the children from sight.

"You must go," She whispered "He's coming, my cloak has dropped, protect my children"

"May your travels bring adventure and wisdom, see you in the next, sister" he said gripping the children and put up his own cloak around them hiding their life signals. He jogged into the kitchen and turned into the closet, where he found the cellar's trap door, he opened it and went down the ladder placing the two babies on a stack of dried goods. He went back up and closed the closet then went back down and closed the trapdoor. He sat next to the bundled up twins, pulling the children close. He closed his eyes, and listened.

The door of the house shook from the claws of the Draiken fists smashing and ripping at the door, they stopped… The sound of the door being ripped off its hinges and flung across the square, only one person could do that… the kids father, he has come. Load footsteps echoed from overhead, passing into the living room.

"Maymor…" the kids father whispered "... where are they! Where are my children!"

"Safe…. safe from you," she said.

"They would be safe With me," he said, "you would be too, just tell me where they are"

"Never" she said venomously.

There was a crash upstairs, the sound of wood groaning. The howling of multiple Draiken's from the outside. He laughed, the sound of wood being brushed off, the boots heading back into the living room.

"I am much stronger than you Maymor, just tell me where they are" he said urgently now.

"..." she struggled to say something.

"What was that?" he said, the boards creaked as he went down on one of his knees.

"Go to hell" she whispered and then there was the sound of a Fury. The Fury of Maymor, the Mistress of the Winds. Sounds of walls being thrown away as if they were a leaf in the breeze. Draiken's screamed in pain as they were thrown away, slapped by the wind. The wind stopped, the air settled. Then a scream that would surpass a giant's best efforts to yell, it shook what was left of the house, pierced every ear within miles. Making even the deaf hear.