The Impossible

My scar burns as hot and as painfully as when I had first received it. This monster in front of me was staring down at me, looking down on me. Without warning a lightning blast overshadowed me. On instinct I plunged my sword into the ground and I was blown back from the impact. The lightning may have been redirected but I could not even pick up my sword. The blast had not only melted the hilt but the blade appeared to have turned into molten steel. I pay no head and use my short sword, crafted from the claws of a Calculon and steel. I was not going to allow this monster to live on mocking my existence.
The roar that was heard for miles around brought me to my knees. My body could not take it, my head was going to explode! When I was able to move its claw was already upon me. My shield took the blow and with it turned red hot. I dropped it and rolled out of the way of its next swipe. The ground seem to let out sparks of electricity. I charged with all my might towards the Tas, I evaded its fire blast and even its claws. When I could almost touch its scales in front of me I felt an impact on my side. I could hear cracks and crumbles. I look up to see both jaws open. I could not move, my body refused to. I turned my head to see my sword plunged into the beasts' tail. A strange fluid was oozing out. Right above the sword I could see not blood but something scarlet red. The flesh of the Tas, was scarlet. I take another look at the beast. Its cold eyes have turned into ones of bloody fury. For a moment I can see something I never thought possible. Both lightning and fire mix in the air, both blasts join together. A violet blast rushes towards me, and I smile. I saw an immortal god bleed, I saw its weak flesh.

How the Mighty Fall

The Calculon now in my sights. This time I was prepared for the battle, I would not go in with the arrogance I had once gone charging in with. I have experienced defeat by this very creature before and I refuse to let it happen again. As I charged the beast turned towards me, remembering me and it let out a piercing roar. I could see a scar under its jaw, but just as quickly as I had seen the scar the Calculon was in arm's reach. Its speed is truly one to be praised, but it was not quick enough. I slashed at its claw. Its talons and my sword let out sparks as they clashed. I had prepared for this battle, I refused to let this mongrel give me that same look, the look of something worthless.
This clash enraged the beast, its eyes were no longer their normal azure shade, they were clouded with a deep purple. Flames began to ooze out between its fangs. Its entire body seemed to grow and change in color. The wyvern known for its beautiful azure scales was turning into a deep violet, almost as if anger was filling up its entire being. As I look at those violet scales I remember my conflict with a creature more horrible and demonic than that which stands before me. Anger flows through me, my back burns, my arms are light and my bloodthirst unquenched.
Claws race at me and I lift my shield only to have it ripped from my arms. The strength of this dragon is nothing like it was before, not only was my shield ripped from my arms but it was shredded into pieces. A direct hit now would bring my life to an end. I rush towards the Calculon and dodge its other swipe. It may be stronger but its movements seem to be going at a crawl now. I can kill it. With all of my strength I slash at one of it arms. I can hear the beast howling in anger and pain. It takes a step back and spins its tail towards me. Foolish creature. I thrust my sword into the ground and prepare with every muscle in my body. I feel nothing but blood surround me. The tail swipe was so powerful that the strength of its scales meant nothing, it was like cutting a leaf with a freshly sharpened blade. A piercing howl could be heard from far away as it roared in pain. Before it could even retaliate I plunged my sword into its jaw, silencing the howl. With all my strength I plunged the sword deeper and with one last push I pulled it down, through its neck and into its stomach. The beast could no longer move. As it set its eyes on me I could see them clearing. They were no longer violet, they were azure once more but that did not last long. Its eyes turned sky blue, almost as if it was at peace.

The Battlefield

As I approach the blasted area I can see the corpses of a Lord's army. Their metal armor seemed to have melted and every fiber of their body burned to look like coal. Poor fools did not know what they were getting into. Imbeciles in search of glory and honor, fired a cannon at the Tas, not aware that they were sitting ducks for his blast. But not even anyone so foolish deserves the kind of death they received. The fire of the Tas may burn metal but it is different against humans. It seems it was meant to cause great pain and agony before it actually burns anything, I was lucky enough to have a lake nearby and only felt that excruciating pain for a few moments, but the burning has never completely gone away, that mocking glare of the Tas has never left me.
The ground is completely black but a certain trail is filled with crushed battle plates. Before I can even look for any imprints of the Tas I can hear another roar, another powerful roar, the same I had heard when I had gotten away that horrible night. I could not let that demon get away from me, not after he disgraced me. A flame had been lighted inside of me, whether it was due to the scar I do not know but My shield became as light as a feather and my sword seemed to not even exist as I held it in my hand. The path ahead of me was dark, but I could hear screams, I could smell corpses, I could feel the very ground trembling.
I looked ahead and saw the towering wyvern, the merciless bringer of death. He turned to me, almost as if he was waiting for me. I could see emptiness in its eyes, coldness, and I know that in me he could see my pain and thirst for revenge, but above all, his DEATH!

The Last Sigthing of TAS

There were reports of a terrible creature terrorizing a small town. It was not so much terrorizing as creating a massacre, leaving nothing alive in its sight. Only one monster could do this, it must have been the Tas. As the rumors spread so did fear. Not a single warrior was willing to go fight it, they were sane enough to value their lives. As I heard the rumors I could feel my scar burning, burning with anger, with hatred, burning with the fire of the Tas. I must go after it, whether it will be the last confrontation I do not know, but I do know that I will get my revenge. As I walk through the attacked town I can smell burning corpses, I can see death all around me. This monster must pay for what he has done. In the distance I can see a bright blue blast and the sound of cannons firing. It was Tas.