Destruction.

That was all that menace brought with him.

But he took everything.

Two of my children... all the good magic within them...

And all of my strength when I used my powers to defeat him.

But this war was far from over.


The hooded figure stood at the cave entrance, his coat drenched in the rain that fell from the dusky blue sky. Peering in, he saw a stone stairway descending into the darkness. He glanced left and right to make sure no one was spying, then followed it down to the bottom. What awaited him was a labyrinth of corridors, each with a small row of flickering torches. These were the ruins of the Underground City of Draikon. Thousands of years ago, it was the home of an evil race of reptilian creatures known as Draikonians. Most of them had since become extinct, but one could still feel a sinister presence in the air.

As the mysterious character made his way through the underground maze, he noticed a bright light at the end of one of the tunnels. Assuming it would lead him in the right direction, he moved toward it. Upon reaching the end, he saw a large steel door with a barred window. It was surrounded in rust-colored chains, one which held a gold lock.

"The Draikonian prison." Said the strange guest. He studied the lock then reached into his coat pocket, pulling out an odd-looking key. Luckily this was the only tool he needed, for once the first set of chains were unlinked, the rest just seemed to fall. He then proceeded to open the door, which wasn't as heavy as he expected. He stepped inside and found himself staring down a long aisle, both walls lined with similar steel doors. At the end, though, was a cell with a faint white glow around the bars. It was clear that whatever was locked up in there was being kept in by a magical force.

"Enter..." said a voice. It was coming from the cell.

The intruder did as he was told and began to walk forward. "Are you Devilon?" He asked calmly.

"I am..." the voice answered, sounding more snake-like with every word. "And who might you be, boy?"

"My name's Chase. And I'm here to release you." As he spoke, the figure lowered his hood. The boy, who couldn't have been more than 15, had messy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. A red bandana was wrapped tightly around his forehead. For the most part, he looked relatively normal. That is, aside from his ears, which came to a point.

"Ha!" Devilon scoffed. "Don't make me laugh, boy. This cell hasn't been opened in 2000 years."

Chase flashed a devilish grin. "Don't underestimate me."