The White Star Chronicles III: Maelstrom of Terror

Yaketsukuyōna...you never taught us about this one,Sensei...and its so big and mighty...how are we supposed to stop it!?" Gale asked with dread.

"By not standing idly by and doing something" A low,matter-of-fact voice answered.

Gale,Mizu and Arashi truned to see a tall young man of about Gale and Mizu's age,16 or 17,dressed in hunter armour made of Remobra materials,,but had been treated with a sleek crhome coating,and Gale knew it was reinforced,but no changes other than the chrome were visible,although he wasn't wearing the helmet.He had a crimson Espinas Great Sword sheathed on his back,the handle of which he had his left hand firmly clamped around,ready to use at any given moment.He had tanned skin and deep grey hair that was short,other than the two long strips of hair that hung over his forhead at either side,being thrown about in the wind.His eyes were a cold,otherworldy golden colour,transfixing Mizu and Gale in their icy gaze.

"Rakurai...what are you doing!? You are only a boy! You stand no chance of defeating an Elder Dragon!" Arashi yelled with worry.

"Watch me,old man," Rakurai scowled coldly.

He strode confidently toward the ragin beast,ignoring the screams of terror and raw destruction around him,as if nothing but the dragon and he existed.He stopped at the foot of the beast.It sensed the young man's steely gaze upon it,and turned defiantly to meet it.He closed his eyes,and tightened his grip on his sword,which Gale,Mizu and Arashi,watching from afar,didn't think was possible.

"Begone.You have no place here,"Rakurai muttred.

And with that he took one huge swing of his sword,which came crashing dwon upon the monster's foot.It left a huge gash,poisoning in the process.Yaketsukuyōna screeched with pain and rage,flapping its wings wildly and clutching blidly at its surroundings.It turned at an angle,rose into the sky and fled,leaving pools of blood in its wake.

(unfinished)