Hayyel Hunt's Story

(hello all people)

I go into coma stasis knowing Yuma would be safe during the wait and Yuma takes control getting into her body and clothes before traveling around the plants and forest getting lost nearly instantly in the few forests and lines of refineries and she smiles watching everything at work not affected by the smoke and smog.

In the planets outer atmosphere just outside of th guns range Hayyel waits for a response to her transimition.For landing and a proprosition of a non aggression treaty between her and BRS and "Russia"

Russian was fast asleep on his chair when he received an alert, he groggily rubbed his eyes as a holographic display opened up. Someone wanted to land on his planet? He was tried as hell so he decided to give them permission to land and went right back to sleep. A day trying to survive took it out on you...

Yuma falls asleep on a tree.Hayyel and holds a blaster to your head that looks completely heal and holds the trigger lightly waiting for you to wake up so she can 'shoot' your head and sit on your window seal kicking the wall gently as she speaks softly."Wake up I wanna play." Hayyel whines gently staring your sleeping eyes straight on

Russian yawns awake as he hears someone wake him up. As he wakes up he sees a new figure aiming a gun right at his head. "Shit...And I left my pistol in my uniform..." He mutters as he looks at the new woman. What a day this was...

Hayyel pulls the trigger and a flag with the word "boom" on it and hayyel takes a picture jumping behind you and pulling your ear " I have a strict rule about killing innocent .But your face was Hilarious" HAyyel exclaims and nibbles on your ear gently a cannon simmiliar to BRS's but not nearly as big or as powerful looking as hers

"Woah!" Russian exclaimed as he nearly jumped out of his skin as the woman pressed the tigger. Wait a second...her weapon looked very similar...and her eye and even choice of outfit...Nah, can't be. Must have been BRS pulling his leg. "Nice prank 'Stella'. I know we are taking it easy but did you have to go as far as to prentend someone else had arrived? I mean I just want to relax after nearly getting killed." Russian spoke before he felt her nibble on his ear. Someone was being a determined prankster...

"whos stella?My name is Hayyel Hunt."Hayyel looks at you and jerks backwards on your ear just hard enough to cause slight bleeding nothing major and Hayyel steps around t the front and hayyel's jacket is longer and much thicker loking and giving off an electric signal "the only person I know that looks like me is my hero BRS and somehow I woke up and this beauty was laying on my bed."Stella smiles and looks around her fleet still in orbit just her private ship on the planet

Russian began to rub his eyes which the woman mentioned that she was not Stella. "I'm going crazy here...Alright then Hayyel. Wait there and let me see something..." Russian pulled up a holographic screen and looked around his planet until he spotted...BRS..."Stella get to my room now, there is a guest you might want to see." Russian spoke to her in his mind.

BRS dashed back towards your room full speed arriving there in a few minutes and was immediately embraced by Hayyel who was completely fangirling over her and showed her her imitation of her clthes which BRS showed her everything "Your guns material is to flimsy the reactor cant function at full power and its heavy as well as it cant transform into the rainbow cannon.But its the closest replicate I ever saw.BRS smiles and kisses Hayyel on the forehead before sitting down on the couch next to you whle Hayyel was still processing what just happened

"An explanation? You know someone that looks similar to you! Like, you both have a glowing eye. I mean duplicate? Is it someone who just wanted to look like you or did someone make another 'you'? And what's with you acting all playful with me!? We just met!" Russian just ruffled his hair as he spoke. Coincidence? Not even close.

Hayyel giggles softly and smiles happily"thats just how I am with people who arnt my enemies."hayyel smiles again

BRS giggles"Shes not a copy its an illusipn of the light hher eyeisnt actually on fire like mine is.SHes just a wanna be.No offense Hayyel" BRS states making hayyel nod before she walks over to you and nibbles on your ear gently again and smiling softly "I gave her the sketches stage one"BRS grins and lays down on the couch her head resting in your lap as hayyel stays standing

"Alright, I am not going crazy here...So what pray tell convinced you to come to a very fortified planet? I mean for all you knew you would been shot the second you made your presence known. I mean usually I would say no to random strangers asking to enter my planet...So any reason why you decided to come here? Or did you know your idol was here?" Russian spoke and look down at the woman laying down on his lap. And he said keep it professional...

"YEP I knew her weapon has more energy than most of the universe at full power its just on a different frequency f energy my ships the only one that can pick it up do to the fine tuning of it"Hayyel smiles and sits down on the floor looking at BRS as a fangirl than a pirate leader ad went to poke her chek like a little girl checking to see if something was resl then feel back shocked

BRS kept her eyes closed only looking up wwhen she poked her cheek before closing her eyes again and trying to get some sleep

Meteor flickered emerald and nyoomed off west

Long long ago, during the Age of Despair, when the universe was dark and godless without joy or hope, during a time of chaos and war, bloodshed and fire, in a time of pure sword and sorcery, magic and nightmares when demonic forces ruled the cosmos, a single caste of champions rose from the ashes to rebel against evil and its demonic army of death and sorrows. They were known as...

The Knights of the Burnt Tapestry...

[Church bells ringing]

The deafening sounds of remote screaming villagers and panicking women and children could be heard from quite a distance away as old men and women scrambled about their nearly ruined Dark Age town, fumbling in an attempt to protect their families and livestock as young men and women tried desperately to put out the fires and lead their neighbors to safety amidst the chaos. It was no army of raiders or marauders who had caused such pandemonium, but rather a lone cambion or succubus who had singlehandedly set fire to their village and caused the deaths of hundreds, including even sentries and guards, resolving to destroy the townfolk and their small remote village in an attempt to eliminate any fleeting glimpse of hope and peace, for no other reason than to exterminate the human race, and to rid itself of the would-be heroes and knights which sought to turn the tides against her during the newfound kingdom's attempt to rid the world of evil.

The black wyvern soared down upon them, zigging and zagging between the thatched rooftop houses as it breathed fire and set the village aflame, screaming and shrieking with bat-like wings and ruby red eyes, soot black scales, smoking nostrils and menacing sharp teeth. She swooped down with her long black talons, grasping hold of a nearby cattle bull and hurling it towards a group of running villagers, crushing many of those to death who tried to escape from her unprovoked wrath of violence and destruction, showing no mercy or discrimination against the many women and children, monks and priests whose frozen bodies and solemn prayers did nothing to stop that witch's fury and atrocity as she ripped them all apart, limb by limb with tooth and nail, trying to set an example and provoke more fear and chaos, when out of the smoke galloped two lone riders on horseback heading towards the town square near her location. They appeared to be the only two people in the whole entire village who were not running away, but running towards the demon as they halted their horses in the middle of the burning ruins and dismounted hastily.

Snickering with an evil sharp-fanged grin, the witch descended from the air upon them in an attempt to incinerate them by breathing fire, but the older of the two knights simply held up his silver shield to block the flames whilst yelling at his younger apprentice to act in haste, as the other young knight held up his crossbow and shot forth a wooden bolt with a silver arrowhead which struck the wyvern between her eyes. The arrowhead did not pierce the dragon's scales, but shattered like glass into particles of silver dust upon impact, causing a small plume of glittering silver which the wyvern breathed in, causing her to be jolted from her destruction as she shrieked loudly and fell towards the ground in front of them. As she hit the ground with a loud thud, she suddenly shapeshifted quite painfully into the form of a human much like themselves, going into seizures and trembling violently before going limp and breathing heavily. Soon, she stood up and looked at the two brave heroes before her, smirking with malicious intent.

Far from her original appearance, the two brave knights could see a drastic change in her physical form as she appeared much more frail and beautiful, like a young gothic princess clad in all crimson and black with pale white skin, bright orangish red hair down past her shoulders with emerald green eyes and a tight red dress, adorned with a long dragging black hooded cape. She wore cherry red lipstick and a hint of flush peach makeup, with inch-long red fingernails and black fishnet stockings and gloves, yet no shoes or slippers as she stood up barefoot and peered at them from the center of the dusty road, letting out a heart-strickening laughter as if to let them know that she was impressed, but still empowered and beyond their control. Immediately the senior knight lowered his shield and tried to hurl an axe at her, but the powerful witch was fast enough and strong enough to bat it aside with her bare hand as the small throwing axe was hurled at her head, only to be deflected with a flick of her wrist.

"Oh look, you broke a nail... Pity," she said, examining her red nails glamorously through her black fishnet glove before suddenly appearing behind the axe thrower with magical timing and lifting him up off of the ground by his neck with supernatural strength, despite his overwhelming size and weight. She was about to crush his throat and strangle him to death when suddenly, without delay, the master's apprentice ran up behind her and stabbed her in the back with a silver dagger directly between her neck and collarbone. The witch screamed and let go of the senior knight, who wasted no time in turning around once he was released. As the evil sorceress cried in agony and turned around to face the apprentice, the older knight reached into his belt pouch and pulled out a silver net, but not before the wicked demoness was able to pierce his apprentice's chest with her sharp red fingernails. She had tried to rip out his heart, but before she could, the net was cast over her head and the older of the two knights had started to drag her down, away from her task. The young knight fell backwards and grabbed his bleeding chest, before immediately reaching for his horse saddle and grabbing the torch, tossing it to his master.

The evil cambion screamed and cried in pain, not just at the netting and restraints but also at the very touch of the silver chain links that were making her lose power as the master ordered his apprentice to hold her down when he lit the torch, producing a flame before standing over the maleficent witch and uttering his vow to send her back to hell. "Not before I take you with me," she cursed, reaching through the net and ripping out the old man's larynx with her bare hand. The master fell backwards, but his apprentice quickly took the torch and pressed it to her breast, causing the demoness to burst into flames. She let out a monstrous scream as the fire suddenly consumed her, causing her entire body and skeleton to deteriorate rapidly until there was nothing left but dust and ashes which blew away with the wind, leaving no trace at all that the cambion had ever existed.

Turning back quickly to his mentor, the young knight embraced the older master who was laying on the ground next to him, unable to speak and quietly bleeding out from the open gash in his throat. The old man looked up at him silently, nodding his head and smiling with victory before gargling on his own blood and falling limp, dying in that very position with his eyes wide open. The younger knight, named Sir Henley Kieranhart, just shook his head quietly and closed his master's eyes, embracing the man who had been like a father to him for over a decade with a deep overwhelming sadness of tears and sorrow. Henley and his master had been the very last two surviving Knights of the Burnt Tapestry, and now it seemed that the old ways were finally coming to a forgotten and sudden end after thousands of years. That night, he buried his mentor on a hill and remembered his knightly vows, thrusting his sword into the burial mound as a grave marker before saddling his horse and lifting up his hood, riding off and disappearing into the darkness over the hills and forests, taking with him the collected bounty from the grateful kingdom and the unnerving memories he had sustained from his many years of apprenticeship under the greatest demon hunter who ever lived.

[Ten years later]

A long dark haired, shadow bearded man in his mid to late 30's enters the tavern house one late evening, wearing a hooded cloak and wreaking of burnt apple wood after camping up in the mountains for some unknown time, living as a hermit or vagabond. He appeared to be a normal person, very quiet and disdain, showing no interest in conversation with very little to suggest he might be someone of immediate interest, being dressed rather roughly in ordinary clothing for the time period. He didn't appear to be anyone of royalty or nobility, looking much like a common traveler or villager as he made his way to the bar and ordered a tankard of whiskey, taking a seat at the counter on one of the wooden bar stools while keeping his head down.

Dusty sits at the bartop, a half drunk bottle of mead resting to her side. Her attention was on a small pile of worn,dirty rings set on the counter, particularly a brass ring that appeared to have a wonky purple stone set into the band. She swings her bare feet idly as she examines the object up close. Her hair is short and shabby, and her amber eyes peek out from under her bangs. Her brown button up is askew, revealing a worn black crop top. She looks like she had just been rolling in a pile of leaves. Setting the ring briefly on the bench, she takes a sip of mead. She immediately goes back to twirling the band in her fingertips.