So I was bored and decided to write a story about Pocket Legends. This is just the Prologue so make sure you check back every so often. It'll be updated frequently.

I. Prologue

When Xyrin was a young Ursan cub, his father told him many stories about the great land of Alterra. Everyday when his father came home, he would sit down beside his father's chair and ask about the land of Alterra. His father would tell him of the many enemies lurking around and the terrors
they brought. The only way to rid the land of them was to fight, and to fight hard. His father talked about how him and his friends would journey across Alterra, slaying everything that didn't belong in the wonderous land.

One day, as the sun dropped behind the hills and the trees, leaving the sky a sea of blue, pink, and purple, Xyrin anxiously stood by the door awaiting his father to return home. Night soon began to fall, and the moon started to crawl slowly into the dark sky. Xyrin's father still had not returned home and worry was filling into Xyrin's stomach. Xyrin pushed the bad thoughts from his mind and thought to himself that it was just a long battle and his father would come through the door and tell him about the fight. Xyrin sat by the door, remembering all the stories his fathered had shared with him.

Hours passed by and Xyrin's eyelids became heavy. He fought them back open once or twice, but his tiredness had won the battle. Xyrin drifted off into the darkness and fell into a deep, heavy sleep. Dreams filled his head and took him away.

BAM! The door flung open with great speed and power. The loud sound of the door hitting the wall had awoken Xyrin. His frightened expression changed to excitement as the figure of his dad stood in the door. He to closes his eyes as the sun blinded him. His eyes were not yet focused since he had just been asleep.

"Dad, your home! Where have you been?!" Xyrin yelled out to his father! Xyrin examined his dad as he staggered through the door and slammed it behind him. Xyrin stood in horror as he seen what had happened to his father. There were cuts, bites and slashes everywhere on his father. Blood trickled from them, running down his torso and legs as he sat in a chair wincing in pain.

"Dad! What'd happened?! Your bleeding!" Xyrin shouted in horror.

"There's no time for that, they're following me." His dad replied.

"Who ar.." Xyrin tried to spit out as his father interrupted him.

"No time. Run Xyrin. Go through the back door. And run as fast as you can. Don't stop. And don't look back. I'll be fine." His father hurriedly said. Xyrin tried to reply but his father pointed his finger toward the back door with anger. Xyrin turned and ran as adrenaline coarsed through his veins.

As his father told him to, Xyrin ran out of the back door as quick as his legs would carry him. He did not stop, and he did not turn back. As Xyrin's legs became weak, he tried to walk, but he collapsed under his weight. Tears were streaming down his cheeks through his fur as butterflies seemed to be at war in his stomach.

Xyrin took all his remaining sttrength and crawled underneath a tall, giant tree. He sat there and cried. He knew his father was horribly wounded and there was not a thing in all of Alterra that he could have done. From the intense running and all the tears, Xyrin was weak and tired, and passed out.

Owls hooted in the distance and startled Xyrin. The moon was shining through the leaves and branches of the trees, and sky was filled with stars.

"DAD!", Xyrin cried out. He hopped to his feet and began to run back home. For what seemed like hours, Xyrin ran through the forest, trying to find his home. He stumbled, fell, and got lost a few times, but with the moonlight shining Xyrin was able to locate his home.

It was eerie. World War II began in Xyrin's stomach as he approached the back door. He walked through the door into the darkness and quietness of the house. As he neared the chair his father was in, he noticed the outline of his father.

"No... Dad!" Xyrin ran to his father. His body was limp and lifeless. Xyrin fell to his knees.

"No! This can't be real. It's just a dream, it has to be! Come on Xyrin, wake up! Just wake up...." Xyrin sobbed. He kept trying to convince himself, but was to no avail. He sat there, mourning his father's death.

"Hehehehehe..."

Xyrin's moruning was cut short by a soft, eerrie laugh coming from outside of the front door. Xyrin ran back through the back door and away from what wasn't his home any longer.

"Dad... don't worry. From this day on I will follow your footsteps in ridding Alterra from all the evil. You will NOT die in vain."

To Be Continued

Aww man this is great! Cant wait for more of the story. Awesome job Baked! +1