CHAPTER 1 : THE HOUSE ON THE MOUNTAIN

Nyluss finds his target . . .

 

CHAPTER  I 

THE HOUSE ON THE MOUNTAIN               

 

 

 

     Nyluss sat inside his hover-car as he soundlessly rushed down the winding dirt road. Unlike his peers, Nyluss chose to work alone. Being an elf on Mother Earth at the current time was more like being a lawmaker in a town occupied only by criminals, but Nyluss ignored the dangers of an elf doing his or her duty alone. Nyluss needed to do things his way.

     With a massive dust cloud kicking up from behind the black hover-car, Nyluss thrusted the vehicle forward, now climbing the steep hill of the small mountain. Traveling for days to reach this very mountain, Nyluss did not have to fight himself to stay focused on the task ahead of him. He knew it would be difficult, and would be surprised if he did not have to kill something or someone before the sun hid underneath the horizon.

     Coming into view high upon the mountain was a towering, leafless and horribly aged tree; its branches extending from its wide body eerily, and awkwardly haunting. The tree did not bother Nyluss, in fact he was actually pleased to see it, for he knew his destination rested comfortably on the ground next to it. An old and weather beaten house that appeared to be abandoned for  centuries. Nyluss knew that was not the case as he pullled up in front of the infamous tree.

     Stepping out of the hover-car, Nyluss grabbed  a bag from the passenger seat and slipped his muscular arms through the straps and let it hang from his broad shoulders. Nyluss then moved torwards the trunk, opened it and removed a small weapon that looked like a handgun, only a repeating line of lights on both sides of the barrel rippled back and forth upon  it. He grabbed another of a similar style gun, but the second weapon was visibly larger and heavier, but the same pattern of lights also rippled upon the barrel. Finally, Nyluss lifted his good luck charm out of the trunk and placed it upon his head; the "western" looking relic fit firmly over his brozen and golden sholder lengh hair. His black, wide brimmed hat had been with him since his childhood; a gift from his mother, left to her to give to him by his father who died by the hands of a ghost. Nyluss's jaws clenched as he closed the trunk, and began walking torwards the house underneath the towering tree.

     Considered handsome by his female admirers who troubled him endlessly within his elven community to wed and end his life of bachlerhood, Nyluss was tall, in great physical condition, and his mild golden skin seemed to radiate in the falling light of the sun as he approached the door of the old house; at least what was left of the door.

     Where the door once stood attached to its frame now was simply an opening that led into the dark house which Nyluss did not hesitate to enter as he lowered his guns into the holsters on his belt. The first thing Nyluss noticed as he entered the house was the horrible smell -  the smell of decaying bodies and splattered blood. His excellent vision like all the elves allowed Nyluss to see easily in the darkness, and the blood running down the walls of the house and the severed limbs littered throughout the floor told a story the smell confirmed. Not only was there a deadly fight, but the lives that were taken in that fight were those of elves. The very thought of that reality caused the constantly frowning Nyluss to lower his brow even further in anger as he fought to control his emotions.

     Nyluss's uncontrollable emotions had always gotten him in trouble in the past, and he knew this was no time to give in to a rage induced ball of flames, so Nyluss closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and slowly opened them, controlling his breathing and lowering his heart rate in the process. His beautiful eyes, bright blue and green, looked as if Mother Earth herself were the orbs.

     Moving cautiously through the house, Nyluss stepped from the front room into another room that was lit only by the falling sun, casting deep and dark shadows into the room. A large hole was in the ceiling and water dripped into the room; the left overs from the year long rains of Mother Earth. The only thing in the room was a chair, and seated in it was the very one Nyluss was looking for. Jardran, or better known as, Soul 32.