Prologue
The scenery was a strange sight. It was filled with light and nothing more; an abyss filled with white light. There are no trees to provide oxygen and no rivers flowing with water. The only things that are seen are a dark, manacing shadow and the body of a paladin, a knight in white armor. The shadow has no shape, but the paladin, however, is dressed from head to toe in glistening white armor, and holstered at his waist is a sword. In fact it is the sword of heroes, Espada. Espada is a long, two-handed sword with a brilliant blue blade, made with the indestructable ore: MYR. The handle is wrapped in the finest silk the world can offer and at the bottom a golden circle with a bright red ruby in it. The handguard is wide and also has a red ruby placed in the middle of it. Overall...a facinating peace of art. As noted before, the paldin has all white armor on, from the helmet to the greives. His face is concealed by the helm's visor. He hovers within a few meters in the air, next to the shadow. The shadow slowly begins taking the shape of the warrior and completes its task. It removes the knight's helm and reveals his neck-lenght, jet -black hair. The paladin's eyes are shut, until the shadow snaps its fingers. Then tha warrior opens his eyes, slowly. They are blood-red and the warrior is in fact younger than most fighters. He's probably still a teenager. "Arise warrior," speaks the shadow. The young knight stands to his feet and glares at the shadow. Then he begins to examine the scenery. "Where am I?" he says."And who are you?" The shadow does not answer the young man's questions. Instead it draws it weapon and swings it at the boy. The boy dodges the attack and draws his own weapon. "Your destiny is clear...you are the chosen hero...show me your power," the shadow says. "Fine...prepare yourself!" the knight says as he charges at the shadow. The two fighters wage an awesome battle. Each dodging attacks and trying their best to counter. Soon, the young hero gets worn out and slows his pace down. They bothe stop, with the boy gasping for air. The shadow sees his chance to strike and takes it. The young hero has no time to react and his instantly pierced through his heart. Little life is left in him. "You are strong...but you still have a lot to learn," says the shadow. And with that the boy shuts his eyes... "Aah!" Jim shrieks as he wakes from his sleep. Sweat is pouring down his face and he feels around is chest. He wipes his forehead and speaks: "It was just a dream..."
Shingo_Nanami · Sun Dec 31, 2006 @ 04:06pm · 2 Comments |