The Urgaels roared, chasing after the man who held the Iron Scottish Claymore Sword close to him, so caring, like it was his newborn child. Urgaels looked somewhat like humans, except for the scale deformity that took over parts of their body, their skin color blended in with the late morning blue sky, some were cursed with horns on either their face or on top of their head, and every single one had yellow eyes that would always glow in the moonlight, like a cat. An Urgael is said to be a distant cousin of a human, but every human wants nothing to do with such a deformed, ugly creature. The Urgaels are shunned upon like the slaves and women in the 1800s in Europe and the United States of America on planet Earth, a long forgotten planet from another universe. Urgaels only have one thing to live for, though; they are the protectors of the Scottish Claymore, the strongest sword in their world, cursed with a magic that becomes fearful in any battle the Urgaels are involved in. The Scottish Claymore is the only thing that keeps the humans from attempting to obliterate the deformed cousins.

The male human glanced back for a moment to see the Urgaels catching up to him quickly. There was no way he was going to let those horrible creatures take back what he thought was rightfully his and the humans. There was a time when the Scottish Claymore was of human possession, but who it first belonged to was a mystery to all of them. They believed that the very first owner of this powerful weapon was a god, but the humans were not going to let the Urgaels have his majesty's powers. The Urgaels thought vice versa.

Suddenly, the man tripped and dropped the Scottish Claymore onto the ground. He turned and saw the monsters caught up to them; their fierce looks meant his life was doomed. He looked over to see the Claymore already gone; then looked back at the Urgaels to see the frightened look towards the night sky. The mysterious Claymore was now floating in the air in front of the moon, and in that split moment, the sword was sucked out of visual sight and gone without of trace. "No! Look what you made me do!" the man screamed in rage. The Urgaels were in more rage. The man paused for a moment, and the Urgaels took that moment to slaughter the hopeless human.