Chapter 1: Escape to the desert
The landscape was sunny, warm, calm. Green mountains and paths surrounded by precipitous peaks coexisted in silence and harmony, far away from the bustle of the not so distant megacity of Aklas. The bird's shy trill and the slight sound caused by the soft wind in contact with hundreds of perennial trees of the area, was everything that could be heard around that place during most of the time.
But that day was different.
All of a sudden, a strong engine sound broke that natural peace and, suddenly, as an exhalation, a big motorcycle bursted in the rural paths. It's owner, someone with long black hair, green eyes and the face (as well as the rest of his body) covered by sinister dark clothes, seemed to be in a rush. After covering that vehicle more than 25 kilometres in 15 minutes, more engine sounds started to be distinguished after him, and it didn't take long to other four motorcycles to be hot on his heels, police force motorcycles from Aklas. The first one, most likely the leader, talked through a megaphone installed on his machine.
-Halt! Stop, you are under arrest, all resistance will be useless! Stop or we will have to fire at you!
Little time later, the policemen took up their huge guns while holding the steering wheel with their free hand; The suspicious wouldn't surrender.
Fire!
It was really surprising to the policemen when, at the same time of receiving the order and little thousandths before shooting, a big semi-transparent barrier appeared out of nowhere around the fugitive's motorcycle, which caused the bullets to ricochet as if they were rubber balls, one of which landed, unfortunately to the victim, on the vehicle's engine creating a big explosion. There were only three policemen left, the leader, infuriated and terrified at the same time, shouted another order to his men.
-Shit! He's a warlock, agents! We are confronting a higher threat than we thought, use the anti-tank rifle without delay!
-But captain! The fugitive will die irremediably!
-Don't come with sentimentalism, idiot! He is a damn warlock without a soul, you know that everyone of them must be exterminated for our countrie's sake!
The three pursuing motorcycles got far from the fugitive deliberately a pair of a thousand metres, letting him take distance. Taking up with difficulty the heavy rifles, the three policemen shooted in unison the powerful drilling ammunition while they broke to counteract the recoil, believing they would finish right that way with the fugitive.
Onix, who not only heard the conversation thanks to his good hearing, but also had plenty of time to get ready, released the greatest protective barrier his (still) poor magic capacities let him, and was enough to defend him from the huge bullets, bigger than ping pong balls.
He was already a hundred kilometres far away from Aklas, when Onix started to feel the fatigue of his dangerous and threatening motorcycle journey. He consumed most of his energy casting the two previous protective barriers and, furthermore, he was heading south, which continually made him feel like burning slowly in an oven, as the temperature raised eventually. Not willing to wait anymore, the criminal stopped his motorcycle beside one of the few existing trees of the arid and stony area in which he was, and got off to have a rest. He couldn't avoid taking off half of his black clothes which covered him almost completely, leaving exposed not just a disturbing and strong masculine chest like the one of a lizard -due to the multitude of scales he had-, but also a young and attractive face but hard featured, which most special feature was the great amount of green scales that grew from his cheecks and chin, like strange facial hair. His long dark hair contributed to disguise a little his peculiarity, but wasn't enough to hide it.
After grabbing his canteen sitting beneath a tree's shadow, and drinking from the already so warm water that would be spit out by anyone who wasn't deadly thirsty, he got on the big and comfortable seat of his motorcycle once again and turned on the engine...or so he tried. Cursing out loud, the rushed warlock inspected carefuly his vehicle and found out that it's powerful but delicate mechanisms were overheated due to the extreme temperatures, and were unavailable.
No, Onix definitely couldn't have worse luck on his escape,since he knew few people who got out of the middle of the vast and cruel desert of Sachs, alive and without the help of any kind of means of transport.
He covered himself up completely again so he wouldn't get a sunstroke, equipped his most basic armaments and, with the only help of his legs and his iron willpower, finally, Onix didn't hesitate and stepped out of the big tree's shadow, leaving there his motorcycle and half of his belongings to keep on his journey on foot, hoping to find a big lair on his way or, why not?, the entrance to some underground tunnel digged by one of the few but frightening giant earthworms of Sachs. Anyway, Onix, someone who lived in human misery, surrounded by death for as long as he could remember, wasn't afraid to die.
