Long ago, three rival villages, the Sunta, the Ellon, and the Tohatuna set aside their differences and created a force of warriors that would protect their villages as one. Those warriors, fierce in battle, were chosen from amongst the best each village had to offer. They called themselves the Sukage Warriors, lead by the one they called the Sukage Prodigy, the vessel of a sacred bloodline dating back to the creation of the villages. Centuries passed, and once again the identity of the prodigy must be decided. The one chosen is no more than a scroll reader by the name of Gabriela. Despite her childish look she is old at heart. Nonetheless, the harborer of the bloodline. She fights diligently. The Sukage under her look up to her with fear as well as companionship. She is said to be the best prodigy within that century. To bad it would not last. Two years passed and word was received that the last prodigy as well as all the Sukage under her have passed. With a new band of Sukage the hunt for the new prodigy and heir develops.

Two Years Earlier.

“Where am I?” Gabriela said as she slipped in and out of consciousness. She held one sword in her hand clutching the hilt desperately trying to get to her feet. She looked back over her shoulder to find all the Sukage under her dead. Only one remained, his body badly torn and injured. His name was Cusmar, the red angel. He laid there, body unable to move staring back at Gabriela.

“You need to get out! I'll give the ultimate sacrifice...” Gabriela said as she stared into the eyes of Cusmar.

“NO! I go nowhere. Sukage fight as one till only one. It will be an honor to have known you and and even greater honor to die by your side.” Cusmar said.

“Obey my words one last time! You need to leave!” Gabriela yelled,, unknowingly a tear fell from her eyes. Just then a women appeared in the far distance. Her hair long and jet black. Her face showing years of age yet still in youth. Her face shows no emotion then as though to taunt the prodigy she glares into her eyes placing a sadistic smile on top her beauty.

“You leave me no choice...” Gabriela said as she reached into her bad and grabbed a small scroll. She closed her eyes. Took a deep breath and tossed the scroll around her, it unraveling forming a cocoon locking the prodigy inside. Inside the cocoon the prodigy opens her eyes slowly and glares at the writings written within the cocoon. She searches and searches, her eyes moving rapidly around the text, then suddenly they stop.

“God fo veaneh, God fo terah, yam tedah meco ot lla!!!!!!!” she screamed. Suddenly a white light burst from the cocoon. Seconds later, nothing remained but a mile deep crater and a sizzling corpse of the prodigy...

-yam tedah meco ot lla!!!!!!! May Death Come to All!!!!!!-

Present time

We open into the darkness, lightly illuminated by small candles shining around the room. Resting upon a wooden chair in the middle of the room is an old man. His name is not known, but all who see him know of his influence. He is appointed counselor of the Tohatuna village. His body although ages shows signs of a great workout he does everyday. Hidden within the room are seven individuals. The old man addresses them;

“As you all know Gabriela and all those under her have passed. You all have been chosen as the next Sukage. Your orders are simple; protect this trio like the others before you have. Set aside your differences and fight as one, till only one! Now all tell their name, mask, and weapon so you all can be on your way.”

The first to go is a young female, her face slightly long, her hair jet black with a blue and red stripe often hanging down. She speaks with poise and dignity. “Anita Hambre, the mask of Hollow, and the staff of arching truth.”

Following her is a young man, his face small compared to that of Anita. His hair spiked to a point brushed back. His hair a vibrant blond standing out just like his attitude. “Golder Hambre, the mask of flames, and the axes of Tohatuna.”

Quick to follow is a slightly older man, his face skinny, eyes leveled never showing any emotion. His posture stiff. “Zazru Barber, the mask of the dragon, and the blade of lightning.”

With a whispered sigh the next man took his turn.”Jantu Barber, the mask of the joker, and the bow of revealing light.” His appearance mimicking that of Zazru, all know they are brothers, none know they are twins.

Holding the hand of Jantu is another young woman. Her posture flashy yet she knows her place amongst the Sukage. Her hair a dark blue. and shoulder length. “Anna Barber, the mask of the blue wolf, and the sword of blue flame.”

“We received three fro the Barber Family?” the old man questioned.

“You received two from blood. I am the wife of Jantu.” Anna responded.

“Suza Sutan, the mask of love, and the axes of time.” Suza said. Her appearance hindered by a dark cloak worn.

Finally, the last man was to speak. He was the only one who refused to sit on the floor. Instead he stood leaning against the wall allowing the luminance of the moon to light up his figure. His body tone and fit, his chest caged in by the bars of his shirt. His hair short reaching his ears and jet black in color. “Orion Sutan, the mask of no emotion, and...” He stopped.

Immediately the old man questioned “and your weapon?”

Orion hesitated, “ and the blades... the blades of Gabriela.”

Instantly all eyes widened and darted towards Orion. What was seen was nothing more than a mask housing no emotion.

Thus this tale begins...