[Darksider]

As Drake exited Alf's, he wondered why the stupid townsfolk were running left, right up and down. he hated disorder, and looked down upon it. He thought about what he should do with his time. He had lots of options, not the least of which was to go back to fight the God-Brothers who had wrecked his life. It was then that he saw it. It was like a flicker, like a shadow, a darkness behind him. He spun, but it was gone. however, he felt death in the air. It was here. "it" was the stalker who had trailed him doggedly for the past twelve years. "it" was a Hidden, one of the six Hidden made by the God Tanxkatosx, before he split into the only God-Brothers. Now each had three. This was one of Orbrion's, one of the magic three. Weak physically, it was more magically powerful than his whole tribe. vicious things, Hidden. And he was hunted by them. He felt Hidden-Fear creep up on him, and he moved as quickly away from the spot as he could, back into Alf's. He hid there, in bright light. He knew he must prepare. At dusk, they would all come.