Ok, so I rewrote the beginning, not completely but a good bit. This isn't set in stone but the idea just popped in my head let me know what you think
The crow cried as she flew over the desolate land once lush in the crow’s past. She was hatched here, but could not hatch her own young here now. Circling once again over the bodies of the fallen humans she flew off to find a new home.
As the crow flew over the land a lone figure stood in the carnage and watched her. Stretching out a skeletal thin hand towards the crow it seemed to beg it to wait. The crow flew on ignoring the figure.
The figure’s thin lips smirked and clenched its hand into a fist. The crow screamed as she was crushed and fell to the ground broken. The crow twitched in pain as the figure stumbled towards it slowly.
The figure bent down as the crow convulsed and died. The figure sighed as it poked the lifeless bird. Pursing its thin lips in aggravation it grunted as it stood up. Studying a cracked fingernail the figure seemed oblivious to another person coming toward it slowly from the right.
“That’s quite far enough, Soul Seeker.” The figure rasped without turning to look at the tall thin woman, its voice fluctuating between a man and a woman’s.
The Soul Seeker, as she was called, flexed her angelic wings in annoyance at the figure’s tone of voice. Her right wing was as pure snow fallen on an untouched land, the other was black as the deepest cave seeming to absorb the light around it. Turning a blindfolded stare across the scenery around her the Soul Seeker sighed.
“You have finished then?” She asked turning her blind gaze to the figure. Her voice was melodic and at the same time commanding, “Have you killed them all, Paradigm?”
The Paradigm laughed loudly throwing its head back, “As if.” Turning to the Soul Seeker the figure smirked as it stared at her with blood red irises.
“There will always be a remnant.” The Paradigm hissed to the Seeker, “If not, you’d be out of a job then.”
A gust of wind hit the two figures as they stared at each other causing the black hair of the Paradigm and the white hair of the Seeker to swirl around them. The Seeker turned her gaze back to the corpses around her.
“Thank you for your misplaced concern, Paradigm.” The Seeker replied softly, “But should you one day, finally, succeed in wiping out the human race, I won’t miss them.”
Chuckling the Paradigm studied the Seeker, “True, but you would miss the game.”
“How long have we played this game, you and I?” The Seeker asked sneering at the Paradigm.
“I’ve lost track.” The Paradgim replied smiling at the Seeker.
“Perhaps it is time to end it then.” The Seeker suggested folding her arms across her chest.
“No indeed.” The Paradigm laughed, “But it could use a little sprucing.”
The Paradigm looked its companion over with a look of thought on its thin face. The Seeker flexed its wings impatiently as she waited for her ‘companion’ to continue.
Becoming fed up with waiting the Seeker clicked her tongue, “Do you plan to elaborate on that statement?” The Seeker asked as the Paradigm turned and started walking away with its fingers laced behind its mass of black hair. The Paradigm whistled as it walked a few more feet without answering.
The Seeker’s blindfolded gaze followed the Paradigm’s back and waited. Millennia they had known each other and this creature still managed to infuriate her. The Paradigm stopped and turned around slowly a grin spread across its face.
“Let’s throw magic in this time.”
Cameron dodged the swipe of the enemy Sword barely but it was enough to get an opening. He pressed in and killed the man. He glanced to watch his Caster finish the enemy, her golden wings spread wide and spear pierced through the gut of the enemy Caster.
The phantom of the enemy dissolved as its master died, Shalia jumped in glee like only she could as her phantom went back into her body.
“Did you see that Cam?” Shalia asked him running up.
“It was kind of hard to miss a twenty foot valkerie skewer a twelve foot lizard. You shouldn’t be so flashy in your execution, that’s a good way to die.” Cameron replied sheathing his sword. He ran a hand through his black hair pulling it out of his ice blue eyes.
“Aw, Cam. You take the fun out of everything.” Shalia said crossing her arms and pouting.
“It’s my job.” Cameron answered as he started to walk towards the outpost they had been ordered to rendezvous at.
“And you enjoy it.” Shalia said sticking her tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes as they walked; the wind blew the dust of the Chaos Caster and Sword as they disintegrated. Cameron slowed his pace to match that of Shalia’s shorter stature. Being six foot four his stride out did her four foot five.
“Why did that Chaos attack us?” Shalia suddenly asked twirling a lock of blond hair around her finger.
“They were a Chaos, what do you expect.” Cameron answered keeping an eye on their surroundings, Shalia was such an airhead she forgot the train of thought already and started chasing a butterfly.
“Don’t wander too far, Shalia.” Cameron warned.
“Oh pish posh Cammy.” Shalia replied calling him by her favorite nick-name. Cameron grumbled under his breath and continued walking.
They made it to the outpost and Shalia rushed ahead calling out to whomever was there. Cameron followed behind as cool and calm and uninterested as ever.
“Heloooooo.” Shalia called out to the top of the wall above the blocked entrance. Cameron joined her as she called out again.
“Ahoi there little missy, why you have to be so flabbergasting loud!” came a crackly voice from the entrance.
“Well, no one answered.” She replied chewing on her thumbnail and digging her toe into the ground. Cameron rolled his eyes.
“Who be ye then?” The old man asked from his rocking chair, one bloodshot eye trying to stare menacingly.
“We’re the Castor and Sword you requested.” Cameron replied pulling out his order papers. The old man accepted them and read.
“Ah I see I see. Yes, mhm. Alrighty. You can go in.” he finally said handing back the papers. He knocked on the door with his cane and it creaked and rattled and groaned open. Cameron nodded his head to the old man and then took Shalia by the elbow and led her through.
“I can walk by myself Cammy, I’m not a child!” Shalia whined.
“Say’s you.” Cameron replied with a sigh.
The town was uneventful and quite forgettable. It looked like every other town in the outer limits of the Order’s domain. Forgotten. Being one of the border towns between the Order and Chaos, it was just that.
To be sent to answer the call of a forgotten, Shalia really screwed up this time. Cameron had told her not to do it, but she never listened to him. Really what was she thinking using the Empress’s prized rose garden as a training ground. It took the master gardener four months to refill the ruts. Of course that was only the tip of the rather large iceberg of accidents that always centered around Shalia.
“Oh let’s get something to eat!” Shalia said running towards the smell of food. Cameron followed her across the street. She bought some gross looking concoction and started eating.
Cameron was about half way there when the challenge hit him. He stopped and looked to his right, and there twenty feet away was a Chaos Sword. Cameron looked to Shalia who was staring in the opposite direction, Cameron looked and saw the Caster.
He felt the wind from the Sword’s attack and drew his weapon just in time to block. Cameron stared into the black eyes of the enemy Sword who grinned evilly at him. The man was of the same medium build as Cameron. His hair on the other hand was stark white with a black streak down the right side from temple to nape.
“Cameron Gantervez, and you are?” Cameron said calmly.
“Eh? Quite polite of an Order to introduce himself before the battle. Skrim.” The Chaos said as he jumped back.
“Skrim? Is that your name?” Cameron asked.
“HA! Of course Cam-my-man!” Skrim laughed as he jumped to attack. His fighting style was completely different than any of the other Chaos Cam had fought before. His movements were sporadic, but as Cam fought him he realized his movements were, in truth, very precise.
“What’s the matter Cam? Why do you smile?” Skrim asked him as an attack landed, scraping across Cam’s shoulder.
“Just enjoying the moment, waiting for my Caster to finish yours.” Cam answered slicing Skrim across the gut. Skrim cackled seemingly oblivious to the pain.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You haven’t met Mistress.” Skrim said pressing Cam back, the villagers had disappeared some making their way out of town others to who knew where, “And I wouldn’t think miss sunshine over there would be much of a challenge to her.”
Cameron laughed, “Oh, you haven’t met my Caster.”
Skrim smirked and continued his attacks. Screams were shouted as the villagers fled in fear for their lives from the phantoms of the two Casters. Mistress, as Skrim called her, had casted her best phantom not playing around. Shalia responded in turn. The two of them duked it out and pretty much destroyed everything around them.
Cameron couldn’t spare the concentration to get a good look at the Mistress but the glances he caught showed him she was a fairly well put together woman, about lower thirties to mid. Long black hair and pale skin. Her phantom was the opposite of Shalia’s Valkerie, a Succubus, like all of the Chaos’ Castings a perversion of the Order’s. The second to last stage of the Caster’s Phantom.
Sight seeing was cut short as Skrim relentlessly attacked with Cam defending as best he could. Skrim overextended himself and missed Cam. Cam smiled in triumph as he severed Skrim’s arm from his body.
Relentless as a storm Cam continued to slice and dice Skrim to pieces. When Cam finally stopped and Skrim lay in a bloody mess around him, Cam finally got to watch his Caster fight, till he heard a chuckle from behind him.
Cam glanced down at the severed head of Skrim which stared up at him and smiled. Cam jumped back with a startled cry.
“What in the world?” Cam asked.
“Ahahaha. What? This surprises you Cam-my-man?” The head of Skrim asked.
Dumbfounded Cam just stared till he heard a scream that grated on his nerves and sent his stomach plummeting. He turned and saw the most horrible thing he could ever imagine.
Mistress’s Succubus pulled her sword from Shalia’s Valkery’s chest. She didn’t smile, she didn’t even smirk. Mistress just turned away from Shalia as she fell and walked away.
“Oh, too bad. Tootles.” Skrim cackled as his pieces disappeared.
Cameron didn’t hear him, he didn’t hear anything he just walked in a stupefied state toward Shalia’s body. He walked past the Mistress who paid him no mind but kept walking, she knelt and grabbed Skrim’s head by the hair and kept going. Kneeling down next to Shalia he lifted her into his arms and started walking out of the town.
“Magic?” The Soul Seeker stared at her companion in contempt, hands on her hips, “Like we haven’t tried that before.”
She scoffed as she walked after the Paradigm, “You do remember what happened the last time, right?”
“Yeah I know.” The Paradgim said over its shoulder.
“That time you weren’t even needed, they wiped themselves out in less than a couple millennia.” The Seeker sneered.
“This time will be different.” The Paradigm stopped on the edge of the bluff and stared out across the plains.
The Seeker stood beside the Paradigm but didn’t see what caught its fancy and stared at the Paradigm in confusion. The Paradigm smiled softly as it gazed out. A small village by a river lived its days peacefully here, ignoring and being ignored by the world outside its valley.
“This time,” The Paradigm whispered, “there’ll be rules.”