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****Prologue****
As an encounter, the boy thought it a strange thing. Somehow, the creature knew his name and called it out as a curse. Initially approaching the boy and his fellow group of Spartan Warriors was a lad of average height. Noticing that the lad was a human disturbed the boy and his companions greatly. For what humans venture out into the Haidian wilderness on their own? Lorenor's companions detected something bizarre about the stranger that the boy failed to detect. Far too late, the boy realized the trick that lurked within the stranger. His companions abandoned the young immortal to take care of his own problems. Alone now, the boy stared at the stranger. He felt a certain level of power erupting from The Harrow. The Symbiote within the boy called out to him a name. A name of a devil lurking in human form. The battle commenced, fast and fierce. Lorenor felt an incorporeal force burning at his very Atma. Invisible hands grabbed at his person, even with the help of his organic armor wrapped about his skin. The living protector wrapping itself around his person.
Tossing his body around like nothing more than dead weight, the boy began to panic for his very existence. He looked around to find his companions, but none were there to help him from the unseen foe. A burning wind seemed to come alive to torment the young immortal. It grasped at him and flung him about to and fro. With no-one to help him, the boy did the only thing he thought of doing. The Harrow made no attempt at communication, it simply threw its hatred upon the young immortal. As a Spartan Warrior, the boy attempted to fight in every-way he could. Nothing he did physically affected the creature and he knew that death was moments away. In an act of sheer hysteria, the boy bit out at the incorporeal presence. It was a moment of complete madness. Biting down upon the energetic matter, the boy felt a harsh burning something leaking its essence into his skull. The boy felt like he was on fire, but he knew he passed on his secret to the creature. The thing suddenly tossed the boy several yards away into the wilderness.
What Lorenor didn't see was the reaction the techno-virus had upon The Harrows' host. Momentarily fizzling into physical reality, the incorporeal being became trapped inside a physical shell once more. With the boy's genetic information passed from host to host, the techno-virus started to take effect on The Harrow. A howl of agony and pain touched the boys' ears, even from his current position of several yards away. The Harrow wrapped itself in its physical vessel and ran off into the wild to stalk other prey forgetting about Lorenor for the time being. With several burn marks upon his person, the boy screamed in agony himself attracting the attention of his nearby companions. It turned out they hadn't retreated at all, but fought against several other creatures bearing similar traits of The Harrow. The things retreated into the wild when their leader retreated. This foreshadowed a greater threat that lurked in the wilderness, one that tormented the Vampire Nation for many moons.
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****I**** (Note: We are all together already)
The boy shivered. Weeks passed since the incident with The Harrow occurred but the boy still felt bitterness. In that one moment his faith in his fellow Spartan Warriors diminished greatly leaving an emptiness in the boys' heart. Lorenor watched the fire of the small encampment reading the notice from Alerar. Once, back in the day, the boy served an ancient Power Group that made its way out of Alerar. That was ancient history though. He looked at the official documentation handed to him by the Spartan Warrior who was his commander. Twenty heads lurked in the squadron now. Including Lorenor and the others hired for this mission. They were investigating something that The Elders called The Endless. Entire squads of their legions vanished seemingly overnight at the hands of this new threat. The primary mission of the mercenary group seemed the acquisition of the truth. Samples of The Endless might bring more money and rewards. Still though, when he looked at the notice sent by David Finch of the Alerar Secret Ops, the boy wished he was back there now. One of his current companions came from Alerar apparently and he looked over to the lad, nodding calmly.
Despite their best efforts, the vampires were unable to heal the mysterious burn-marks The Harrow left behind. He rubbed the one on his right forearm frequently since the pain burned freshly. The sting of betrayal in the boys' heart somehow amplified the pain.
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