| In a dark dark world, through a vision, may see's a man holding a brilliant sword of power and craftsmanship she has never seen before. He wears a brilliant white glowing robe, and he is standing tall and proud in front of an army of soldiers clad in white. She cannot see the mans face, but she can feel his power. He seems to command this magnificant army, all with swords such as splice in a sheath on their backs. With a yell in a language may cannot understand, the men all pull out their weapons, and hold them high. The white aura emitting from them is incredable, and the man on the large rock commanding them still cant be seen fully. He holds up his sword, which is a brilliant white blade of pure power and a metal unknown to her. With a sizzling sound, the man slides something into the hilt, and the sword suddenly turns black. A shock wave hits the man in the face, and two scars are visable... one down his eye, one on his lower lip. His cloak turns black suddenly, and the army around him is sent flying backward as the sword emits a shockwave leveling the forest. What ever was put into the sword corrupted it. It fused with the mans arm, and the blade was outstreched. The hilt was now a round tube that literally became part of the mans arm, which was now a bunch of black veins that crawled upward torward his face, stopping at his neck. THe blade glowed a dark deep red, before a blast so great all the men and buildings in the brilliant city were leveled... everyone died except the user, and the entire race was whiped out. The great weapon then erupted, parts flying into the sky and landing all around. The souls of those killed by it were trapped in the hilt of the blade, which now formed a face.
The Angelic Splice has been corrupted
Use for means of conquest... all shall die
All will survive....
Forever trapped in the hilt of the Splice
Until the weapon is reformed
And used for good
And then may was awake in a pool of sweat. Though she did not see the man she knew who and what he was... but she decided it was best to not reveal him to the others.
In the dark plains, hero was awoken with a startle. His thoughts corroded... he felt an ominese presence. In the morning he leaves for the cruesaders... he decided. |