The Last Serlite

There were few people let alone creatures to confront the legendary beast, and of those few none survived. That was untill he showed up. He was noticably diffrent from others not only by appearence, but by strength. He was abuut five nine, had blue hair long in the bangs shoulder length in back, hi skin a nicce golden brown, and his eyes shined a brilliant purple. His name was Suran Setsume the leader of the international compant Setsume Corp.1

For years his power remained a mistery and his blood line legendary. For he was a halfbreed of the legendary race of thewarrior clan called Serlites who had exteme magical power. He was not only the only surviver of the beast but it's exacutioner also. this is where our story begins.2

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Suran was walking slowly through a long corridor-like path in the forest with his friend Kalika. The ground was moist and dead to the touch, you could almost see the decay in the air it was so bad. Though that didn't stop them they just kept going along. Then suddenly they heard an ear peircing howl cutt through the air. This howl was the howl of the long faered baheamoth who killed many.4

Suddenly this creature could be seen dasshing in and out of sight of the two travelers. Untill suddenly it just disappeared into thin air. Then out of no where Suran heard a scream from behind him. The scream was from his freind as the creature swiftly ripped him peice by peice. As the blood spilled and splashed all over Suran he grew more and more furious. then as it stopped he cluched the handel of his sword on his back, and pulled it out . then he readied himself to kill the beast which so savagly ripped his freind right from this world.5

They both stared eachother down to try and decifer what the other will do next. Just then the beast bolted twards Suran so fast that it had lifted the dirt from under its feet. Just then Suran jumped up and swiftly pulled his sword down on the beasts armmored back to stun it. The beast flew back several feet just to get up and rush him again. 6

This time Suran was not so luck as to have enough time to dodge so he blocked with hi sword which quickly broke under the raw force. This made him fly back, and also causing his left arm to snap. He then stoodup, and readied himself for another attack even though his entire left half was drenched in blood, which only made the beast want to kill him more. As the beast rushed him he dodged to the right,then the left. 7

After the fifth dodge he was tiring and the beast was still ready for hours of fun. At this point he knew it was hopeless, but he was not going down without a fight. So he stoodup right and prepared to use magic. The beast then rushed and Suran raised his right palm to the beast and yelled die. Just then a brite light emintted from him and blinded the beast, through the light all you could hear cries of pain. When the light cleared Suran found the beast nailed to a giant tree by shattred bones still fresh with blood.8

This is the story of the lost power, and how it was redescovered. This is the story of revenge, and hate. Most of all this is a story af thee last serlite.9