"Urgh!" I yelled as I felt the demons claws slash against the skin on my arm. I ran away as fast as I could, trying to find safety when suddenly I heard a demon scream, as if in pain. I turned my head and saw as the demon disappeared into a thin line of smoke. Behind the smoke, good old dad there to save the day with a strange looking sword. He ran to me and hugged me. "Zack," he said in a worried voice, "I need you to explain exactly what happened!" I nodded and hugged him again as a tear flowed off my cheek. We walked slowly back into the house. I felt the blood and pain from the slash of the demon in my whole arm. Nothing from that point on in my life would ever be the same.

That night I explain "I don't remember much," I said shaking, "all I DO remember is the thing, that demon, coming after me with it's vicious claws. As if right from those old stories you used to tell me." I was breathing heavily. I couldn't catch my breath.

My dad shook his head, "Damn it!" he said in an angry voice, " I should’ve seen this day coming! I should’ve trained him!" I stared blankly at him. Not knowing what to feel: confusion or be frighten.

"Dad?" I asked, "What was that thing?"

“Scranto," he said as if I should’ve remembered, " from the old stories." he looked even angrier.

"dad where'd you get that weapon from?"

He reached in his pocket and pulled put a small version of that very sword and clicked something on it. It immediately grew to the life size sword I saw about and hour ago, “The Rinth of Fire."

"Rinth? Of fire?" I looked at him with a blank face.

"From the old stories I used to tell you"

"Hmmm," I thought for a moment, "oh yea"

"This was a gift from him, to protect you"

"B-but those Rinths aren't real"

"Only certain people chosen by the gods themselves can know the truth and spread it to their children. And so on and so forth. Only they can see the demons and Rinths, since they've been chosen. But some have Rinth blood, also known as God blood. Or demon blood. Like us son"

"W-What?"

“Yes Zack. I was hoping this day wouldn’t come. But I’m afraid I must explain. My grandfather, your great grandpa, is a Rinth.”

“But why haven’t I ever met him? He's still alive isn’t he?”

“Well yes but…”

“But what?”

“Son get some rest.”

“But da-“

“No buts! Now to bed I’ll explain in the morning, and don’t worry, you wont need to go to school tomorrow.”

“Fine.”

The next morning I had forgotten about everything that had happened, that was until I felt this odd, familiar pain in my arm: The demons slash. After that everything came back to me. I remembered the attack, my dad saving my life, and finding out I’m related to a Rinth. I shuddered at the last fact. Any one chosen by the legendary Rinths or related to them would have to face many challenges like the Scranto. But I moved that out of my mind and went to my dad for breakfast.

“Please Zack, sit down”

“You promised you’d explain now start”

“Ok. Well if you remember from the stories that demon’s called a Scranto, long pointy nails that are sometimes filled with venom.”

I nodded. To be honest I really didn’t remember that much but I thought I’d make him feel at least a little bit better some how.

“Well, I think Osiris has sensed your presence. That’s would explain how the Scranto found you or it could’ve been sent out to hunt down some Deus Cruor.”

I starred at him blankly expecting him to say something that would help me out. Then he finally looked at me hard and realized I had no clue what that word was.

“It means God blood, see the Rinths are-“

“Like gods but much more powerful. But they still have the blood of the gods even though they’ve defeated them.”

“Correct. That’s what we are son: Deus Cruor’s. Osiris hates us and the rest of the Rinths.”

“Ok… monsters explained now move on to my great grandfather.”

“What is there to explain? You’re related to the Rinth of Fire. That’s it, pretty simple”

“Ok, well since I’m related to him can’t I do stuff with fire or something?”

“Don’t try it,” He looked down to a scar on his hand. Up until I never knew that had been from fire much less trying to control it. He continued, “During the War World III it was really the Rinths verses Gods. The God made these amulets, that trapped the Rinths inside, these amulets were stronger than all Rinth’s magic. Your great grandfather being one of them since he was making all the weapons for the Rinths, and without a Rinth out in the open we can’t use that Rinth related ability. ”

“Well what if every Rinth not in an amulet try to release them with all there magic.”

“Their all scattered somewhere on the Earth.”

“So… our great grandfather is lost somewhere around the Earth?”

“Yes. Hidden in its exact opposite spot of its power, so your great grandpa is somewhere in the ocean. That’d be good if the Rinth of water wasn’t locked in one Rinth knows where.”

I took a deep breath and said, “That’s enough explaining for know,” I was trying to process everything through my mind. Something was telling me it was a joke, but I knew it wasn’t. I decided to go to sleep again.

Story of the Great Rinths

The Begining