Legends are Real

Prologue - Part I: Legends Are Real

More than 2000 years BGD (before Great Disaster)

The Valtaka X - V3 motorcycle sped across the barren desert plain. It's rider, and Agori with a scorpion mask, was hunched over the handlebars as he steered it. The wheels of the bike kicked up sand as they spun, and the sun blazed down, threatening to melt the vehicle with intense heat. The rider's red eyes gleamed, and he urged the bike forward. The wheels spun faster, faster, barely touching the ground. The bike picked up speed, and the ground got rockier; the vehicle was nearing Creep Canyon. The bike shot over the edge of the canyon wall, wheels turning, rider still hunched, and landed with a thud on the gravel. The motorcycle came to a stop, and the rider climbed off it. He pulled out a sword from his belt, just in case anything hostile showed it's ugly face, and walked further into the canyon.

A white figure watched him from up on the canyon wall.

A black figure watched him from a crack in the canyon wall.

A grey figure watched silently from the shadows.

The deeper the Agori went into Creep Canyon, the more the walls seemed to close in, and the more they blocked the sun. He couldn't help feeling uneasy. Then something brushed his shoulder.

He whirled around, but nothing was there.

He mustered his courage, and went further in.