The Stand of the Dragons (Shin'en vs Samael)

Samael's Introduction  

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Far away, on a planet unknown to many, two individuals were to soon clash. Its conditions were close to those of the Earth excluding the two stars that it orbited around, making it livable without any additional equipment. It seemed like a normal planet, for the most part. A perfectly circular patch of land separated from the mainland by a river of water-like liquid, large enough to be seen clearly from space seemed unnatural, but it mattered not. This island was covered with tall grass, undulating along the winds of the wilds. A part of the land was covered by a forest, but nothing eccentric. The planet lived tranquilly, the fauna running along the plains and Nature ruling itself, but it seemed to last no longer.




At the edge of the woods, an individual seemed to be resting in the tall grass at a fair distance from the trees, hidden from the bright sunlight of the two rising stars by the thick foliage growing on the trees that probably grew for millenia without intervention. His eyes were closed, he seemed to be sleeping, as if he had rested there all night. His eyelids seemed to tremble as the temperature raised by a few degrees due to the calm morning heat. The boy pushed himself up into a sitting position with his arms, looking around to see if any beast was around. He seemed to have heterochromia, for his two eyes didn’t shine of the same colour. His right iris seemed to be of a pure lagoon blue to a deep sea-like blue, while the right seemed to glow a dazzling ruby to a vivid red. His hair, tied in a particularly long braid, was of a very pale silver grey, almost like silver threads.



The young male jumped onto his feet, standing at a standard height, neither tall nor short. His skin was quite pale, barely more coloured than snow, and seemed to bear no visible imperfection like a scar of any sort. The clothing he wore was particular, an armor seemed to be made of the night sky itself, with bands of gold-like metal welded onto the surface with masterful precision it could almost be considered an illusion. The boy’s abdomen was tightly grasped between the two bottom plates of metal. The metal had been melded along with gold and a red ore to create complex motifs. His waist was wrapped by two belts along with a royal blue-coloured piece of tissue bordered with a golden yellow band. A torn piece of white cloth had been stuck between the belt and the metal, but it didn’t seem more intricate than that. His whole arms excluding his shoulders were protected, and his hands were clad in clawed gauntlets. He took a fair amount of steps forwards, enough to bathe within the Light of Dawn. His side bore a sword similar to those made by the elves, its appearance along with its sheath seemed to have been designed specifically for this suit, for the handle was black and gold and the sheath was black with thin strands of gold running finely along it. The sword must’ve been slightly longer than a normal katana, but still similar in almost every way. He had no need to speak, as he considered himself alone in this haven of natural peace.