"Rise! Rise! Rise! We will rise to the surface! Nothing will stop us. For to long we had been in the ground and suffering. Our pain will be theirs. In time they will know us. They will fear us. They have no one to help them. They believe in lies and are fed by lairs and thieves. We will thrive in their demise. Their Light is our Darkness. Our Light will be there Darkness. We will bring the true of our nature to life once again. They will be fearing all that we are. Nothing will stop us. Nothing!" The Great Void of Darkness speech to his fallen.
There was a time where there was force inhuman that tried with all their might to rid all hope from the face of the Earth. But, that time has passed and peace negatives all that is. Our Light has won over the Darkness. Peace, peace is what we were rewarded. A few wise-men suggest that time might come to an end. What is store for is unknown.
It all started with a myth. A myth that was told through the ages. This myth said that in the beginning of our awakenment. The beginning of our history; there was a force that came from the ground to bring our destruction. No one that lives now knows how this came to be and this myth that was a myth. That became truth once and now has became a myth once more.
"I am the your terror. I am your death. I am your demise. I am standing on your neck. You try to kill me and destroy me. Tell me why I should let you live and your men?" The Great Void of Darkness said to a fallen solider of the Light.
"I will not plea for my life to you. For I know that I am at my end, because you are here. I will tell you nothing. We will once again defeat you. We will save this world once again." fallen solider of The Light replied to The Great Void of Darkness.
"Oh. How naive you are. But, you are right in one thing." The Great Void of Darkness said to the fallen solider of The Light.
"What is that?" the fallen solider of The Light asked to The Great Void of Darkness.
"You end tonight." The Great Void of Darkness ripped the head the solider of The Light.
"Tonight! Tonight is the night of rise once again. You are my army. You are going to be legends. You are the victory." The Great Void of Darkness said to his army of savage solider. There gross appearance and vill morals. They lookout for no one.
In the village far away from this battle. An unexpected village. The village was just like any other village. It had your black smith. Your Maidens. Your common wealth. Your commoners. Your knights. And there was The Lonely Knight of Vengeance. He was just passing by, but yet lingered there for a while.
He did not know the reason why he felt that he should stay, but he did. He was still filled with great sorrow of his beloved maiden's death. He still has not found the brutes that took her life. He has not spoken to the Creator, his God, since that day.
By the riverbank there was another knight. This knight was a drunk and surprisingly a sleuth. His obversion skills were of myth and legend. There was nothing that he did not noticed with his eyes or with his mind. He drank for this reason. He could not forget anything. He remembered everything and noticed everything. One look that he would give someone. He would know pretty much everything about them and be right about them. People of the village called him witch and a man that dealt with black arts. But, they could not do anything to him for he was protected by his brother a king from a far away land. His brother sent away, because of his gift of observing. So, he had no one to turn to, but the sweet despair of a drink here and there. For his gift they give him the sir name of The Knight of Dark Arts. He with observes reasons; did not like this name, so he would drink to forget the name and all of his weary life he has lived thus far.
As The Lonely Knight of Vengeance was walking toward the riverbank; he noticed a drunkard fool lied facedown and passed out. He thought to himself:
"Fools. How they are so easily to stubble across. They are everywhere, were one may be, will be, should be, could be or will become. If never came across a fool. I would be afraid that I would be the fool. As I looked to this norm of society. Which all have accepted as a truth of man. I become sicken and disturbed. Vile. Unnatural. Coursed. This what life is? This is not life. This is the end of all of life."
As he continued in this line of thinking; the intoxicated man turned around and had lied on his back. As he was there, he start to vomit. Uncontrollably. The Lonely Knight of Vengeance had start to walk away. Heard the struggle of The Knight of Dark Arts to breathe. The Lonely Knight of Vengeance wondered to himself:
"Should I lend a hand to save this fool. He brought this to himself. He drank himself to death. I will leave and go on my way."
As he had thought this to himself. The image of his beloved maiden came to mind. The dark thought over came him. He thought of that day:
"No one helped her. Oh, my sweet maiden. I can not allow death to take away. I will not allow death to take him. I do not know anything of this man, but only that he was created and deserves to live. To live a life worth living. Even though, I cannot see myself living a life worth living; he will. Death take me if you may and I save this man from your grab."
So, The Lonely Knight of Vengeance round The Knight of Dark Arts on his side to spot him from choking on his vomit. The Lonely Knight of Vengeance took him to the place where he had rented to stay for a few nights.
Later that that night. The Knight of Dark Arts woke from a feverish dream. Wondering where he was and then saw The Lonely Knight of Vengeance stoking the fire in the fireplace.
"Who are you?" The Knight of Dark Arts asked in soft spoke voice.
"Who I am is not important. What is important is that you need to know that you should really stop drinking your life away. You surely will die in this path. Stop drinking so much. I do not know you, but I was in that path once and it was not worth it. Drinking your problems away will solve nothing. Do yourself favor... Found a cause to live for and that will be your lifesaver. As for my name. Well, I am considered to be The Lonely Knight of Vengeance, but you can call me
Lewis, John Lewis. What are you called?" Lewis said with no really care to know who he is, but he knows that is what people do' ask questions about one another.As The Lonely Knight of Vengeance was walking toward the riverbank; he noticed a drunkard fool lied facedown and passed out. He thought to himself:
"Fools. How they are so easily to stubble across. They are everywhere, were one may be, will be, should be, could be or will become. If never came across a fool. I would be afraid that I would be the fool. As I looked to this norm of society. Which all have accepted as a truth of man. I become sicken and disturbed. Vile. Unnatural. Coursed. This what life is? This is not life. This is the end of all of life."
As he continued in this line of thinking; the intoxicated man turned around and had lied on his back. As he was there, he start to vomit. Uncontrollably. The Lonely Knight of Vengeance had start to walk away. Heard the struggle of The Knight of Dark Arts to breathe. The Lonely Knight of Vengeance wondered to himself:
"Should I lend a hand to save this fool. He brought this to himself. He drank himself to death. I will leave and go on my way."
As he had thought this to himself. The image of his beloved maiden came to mind. The dark thought over came him. He thought of that day:
"No one helped her. Oh, my sweet maiden. I can not allow death to take away. I will not allow death to take him. I do not know anything of this man, but only that he was created and deserves to live. To live a life worth living. Even though, I cannot see myself living a life worth living; he will. Death take me if you may and I save this man from your grab."
So, The Lonely Knight of Vengeance round The Knight of Dark Arts on his side to spot him from choking on his vomit. The Lonely Knight of Vengeance took him to the place where he had rented to stay for a few nights.
Later that that night. The Knight of Dark Arts woke from a feverish dream. Wondering where he was and then saw The Lonely Knight of Vengeance stoking the fire in the fireplace.
"Who are you?" The Knight of Dark Arts asked in soft spoke voice.
"Who I am is not important. What is important is that you need to know that you should really stop drinking your life away. You surely will die in this path. Stop drinking so much. I do not know you, but I was in that path once and it was not worth it. Drinking your problems away will solve nothing. Do yourself favor... Found a cause to live for and that will be your lifesaver. As for my name. Well, I am considered to be The Lonely Knight of Vengeance, but you can call me
"People call me The Knight of Dark Arts. Which I really never cared to be called that, but you can just call me Edward Ross." Ross said with a drunken grin.
"Wait? What? You practice The Dark Arts." Lewis said with concern, for he was afraid that Ross might possess him or murder. He prepared himself to kill him. His hand on the handle of his sword. As seconds passes by the tighter his grip becomes.
"No. I do not. They say that about me, because I could read like books. You see, I am more clever than most and I am really good at knowing when people are lying. I have own a lot of card games for this skill. So, naturally. People fear what they not know and marked me as one who plays with dark arts and I am not such a man. So, do not worry. I will not harm you. First off, I am too drunk to do or to think. I am tired, good sir. If you do not mind I would like to go to sleep." Slurring his words as his head hits the floor missing the bed.
"Don't mind yourself." Lewis shaking his. Thinking that this man is such a fool, but he is a fool not without reason. People have driven him to foolish lengths, for misunderstanding. He stares out the window to see nothing, but darkness. The darkness is losing its dark appeal to him and he is starting to like the anger growing within himself. Vision of fires gleaming through his eyes. He puts his hand on the handle of his sword preparing for a fight, but there is no fight. He longs to die, but there is no death for him just yet. He is losing himself.
Meanwhile. The Great Void is planning and scheming to bring his wrath to the world of the above. Searching for suitors that may become his conduits. The world does not know great horrors. It has been ages since such evil roamed the world. But, as people become more violent; The Great Void becomes more restless and wants to be part the wars of men and then rule over them as seemingly endless reign. There will be blood in streets and the rivers. The world doe not know what comes and will be. There will be a need of heroes and knights.
