Re: Dragon World Prologue
1509. Tokyo, Japan. Annӯ Kongesē Sh-chung remained as-still-as-a-statue while hiding behind a column. He was in the temple that night since the harvest moon festival was in full swing, but something occurred. Two dragons stormed in, creating a huge massacre, and Annӯ could distinguish a little of what they were saying, in a thick accented draconic language known as "Fengdong": we need many more souls than this.
The temple was eerily quiet, and half of it was engulfed in darkness (for the temple was lantern & candle lit). Blood and bloody corpses lie strewn about, just then Annӯ hastily sprinted halfway around the perimeter of the temple courtyard, he rested at the next column. "Damn!" he thought as he winced, he realized that his shuriken fell out of his back pocket while sprinting. "No time, I'll make another one" Now his senses grew acute, behind him a door was opened a little, he peeked inside. Those two dragons were in there, huddled