Prologue

Sakari panted heavily as she threw open the tattered wooden doors, a loud crack of thunder announcing her arrival. Her red and black battle kimono and thick brown-red fur was drenched by the heavy downpour of rain, strands of purple hair hung down over her long wolfish muzzle. She walked forward into the short hall, her large foot-paws slapped the stone tiled floor wetly as she walked down the entrance. Another bolt of lightning filled the room with light as she reached an inner door, pulling the heavier wooden doors open with some difficulty.
The wolfess' bright lavender eyes looked into a massive hall, lined with rows of benches. She slowly walked down the alley, glancing up the tall pillars to see statues of dragons clinging to them, wings spread out over the pews. Reaching the front of the shrine, the benches were broken and thrown against the walls in a violent manner. Sakari lifted her head to look up at the altar, she saw the black silhouette of a tall male facing away from her. Growling deeply, the wolf gripped her katana tighter. The long blade almost glowed with each flash of lightning.  The full tang sword looked as though it were being held in place by the mouth of a gold wolf head. 
Between flashes of lightning, her eyes had to readjust to the dark room, the only real light source coming from on the alter behind the male's shape. “Zerataph, You've got to stop this!” She barked out.
The male turned his head, showing bright, but colorless eyes. “Turn back, Sakari. There's nothing you or ANYONE can do to stop me.” He growled out deeply before returning his attention to the alter. Zerataph stood in front of a stone block, carved out of marble, decorated with carved branches around the edges. In the center was the body of a dragon, its tail curled around to make a full loop, Wings outstretched to fill up the rest of the pedestal. Sticking out of the marble was a long, slender sword. But this wasn't an ordinary steel sword; the blade looked as though it was made out a dragon's tail vertebra. Over the entire length was short spines, sharpened to create a serrated edge, curved backwards much like a saw. He gripped the hilt of the blade with his long clawed fingers and gave it a solid tug.
There was a low grinding as he pulled the sword out of the stone. Zerataph growled in victory as he lifted it over his head just as a bolt of lightning struck the marble,  shattering the stone and sending debris in every direction.  
As her vision returned, Sakari saw a bright red shape fly out of the destroyed alter.  It had no real shape, except that a pair of very discernible wings could be seen. It flew out of the open hole in the roof just as another shape shot out into the night air, a dull brown colored form of energy. A bright green and a light blue form followed quickly. Lastly a black shape launched itself from the stone, this one much larger than the previous ones. Her eyes widened as Zerataph turned around to face her. “W-What have you done!” She shouted at the male. 

He grinned broadly, his bright white teeth seemed to gleam, even in this dull lighting. “You want to find out so badly, Puppy?” He antagonized her, lifting the long sword and pointing it down at the shorter female. “Why don't you follow me and find out.” He stepped down a single step before Sakari launched her attack.
Howling loudly, she lifted her katana above her head as she sailed through the air towards her enemy. He pulled his arm back before jabbing forward violently, a thick bolt of lightning flashed and connected their swords for a split second. Sakari was thrown backwards with a loud yelp of pain. She hit the ground, her body twitching as her fur crackled with the remnants of the electricity. She looked up and saw that her sword was half buried in one of the pillars. Her lavender eyes drifted down to examine her paw; deep burn marks tore over her paws, the flesh over her paws and part way up her forearm was blackened, her fur singed off from the heat if the strike.
The wolfess felt her body grow heavy, her vision starting to fade into darkness. Sakari watched Zerataph step over her, his form a black blur. “You'll never be stronger than me.” He hissed down at her. Just before she blacked out, she felt the male's heavy foot slam into her jaw, a sharp crack filled her head as her vision flashed bright red before fading fully into black, her body falling limp on the shrine floor.