The Sun Hunter: Draft Two

As the last survivor of The Free City, now turned to ashes by the masters of men, the Dragons, Haytham is but a naive boy thrust into a world of vengeance, suffering and hopelessness. Now bonded to the mysterious demon Priscilla, Haytham embarks on a journey with but one objective: Kill every dragon in the land and a beast of colossal fury that burned his home to the ground and ripped away from him everything he loved.

With Priscilla bonded to his ash stained and dying soul Haytham now has the power of the Sun Hunters, an ancient ritualized order of warriors who survived the bonding trial of becoming the host of a demon and therefore gained the title of Moon-Kin, heroes with the abilities of raw crystal moonlight capable of piercing dragon scales and humanities only source of rebellion against their dragon overlords. But now there is only one left, and he has nothing left in his life, which means he has nothing left to lose.


1. Ashes to Ashes

It hurt...
All Haytham could think about was the pain that wracked his body, his mind blank to all else around him. Blank to the smouldering ruins around him. Blank to the burning buildings and the twisted dark fires that raged through his home.
His legs were crushed, broken and torn beneath collapsed stone and wood, but he didn't care.
Every breath made him wish for death and ever attempt to move even a simple finger ended with a silent scream from his mouth, blood erupting out of his throat and staining his face. What once had been dull brown hair was now covered with ash that rained down from the sky turning into it a dull grey. His skin that had once been spotty and greasy was not deformed and burnt beyond recognition, his form now that of a deformed abomination all down half of his face.
But he didn't care.
Everyone he had ever known has been consumed by flame, his mother, his friends and soon he would follow shortly after.
He vision flickered from reality and he begins to see his mother smiling at him as she hung his clothes up to dry, taking his hand and kissing his forehead. Then he saw his friend Priss, a plain girl to everyone else but to Hatham she could not have been more beautiful. She had always been kind to him, complimented him and laughed at his pathetic attempts at jokes. Hatham had spent long summer afternoon imagining a life with her as they both fell asleep together under the trees outside of the city.
But he didn't care anymore.
Do you wish to live human?
The images filled his head once more. He was holding her hand, he could feel her skin on his, warm and smooth as if all of it was just a nightmare and he was slowly waking up.
Do you want to survive?
The voice echoed again as he watched Priss slip from his grasp, her body consumed by flames, turning to ash as she smiled at him all the way through it and finally her sweet smile was the last to burn into nothingness.
I can save you, I can help you..all you need to do is give me everything you have left in return...
A single tear dropped down Haytham's face, stinging his charred skin even more.
All he could see were the crimson wings and all he could hear was the thundering flapping of wings in the distance and a roar that shook the heavens.
You are a weak boy , but I can give you power, the power to fight back...
Every time the voice spoke it soothed his pain but was cold like ice water against his skin. It was then that the world around him changed and he was standing on crystal clear still water. He looked down at himself, his body still burned and deformed, the pain still wracking him. Haytham looked up again and saw her, a woman of incredible beauty with hair and skin as white as snow. She smiled back at him and he felt enraptured by the gaze of her silver eyes, and before he could even answer her calls he felt two smooth arms embrace him from behind, their touch soothing as the hands stroked against his burnt chest.
I can give you everything you have ever dreamed...
He could feel her cold breath in his ear as she gently kisses his neck, her lips like a breeze against his body, gentle and calming.
Haytham could feel death coming for him, inviting him closer in its' embrace, beckoning him to finally join his Mother and Priss in eternal rest. A flood of emotions filled him, sadness and loneliness, but most of all...
Hatham screamed in the sky, all of his pain and anguish filling the burning night and as he did so all he could hear was the laughter in his head. The loneliness and mourning in his heart burnt like no flame ever could and he continued screaming, begging for the world to change, begging for a trade , his life for theirs. 
Begging for another chance to not be so weak...
I will take that as a yes then...
The laughter in his head grew louder as an immense cold washed over him and the loneliness and longing in his heart faded, like a hole being filled with ice.
We will never be alone again Haytham , and together...we shall achieve wonders...
Haytham let out final breath, a painful smile on his face as he did so, letting darkness and death wash over him like a tidal wave and dreaming sweet dreams of better times....


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