Prolog I + II
written by Darknezz
Note:
The content of these chapters was written 10 years ago and wasn’t changed since. Writing style differences may occur as the story goes on. Only the translation is recent.
The ones who own the might of strength,
the gift of bravery and the willpower of justice
will be blessed with the wings of freedom
and empowered to turn dreams into reality.
Prolog I
The end of the beginning
The ancient war of Light and Darkness,
Yin-Yang Era
Thousands of lifeless bodies covered the ground and blood made its way to sink into the earth. The sky commanded the clouds to cry for the extinguished flames of the lost souls and only the deafening loud rain broke the dead silence. Grief and despair covered the land like fog, hid the metal Armor and the dead bodies in them. From time to time the painful screams of the surviving were to hear. The battlefield had become a graveyard.
The light had challenged the darkness to a battle. The resulting fight between the most powerful forces of time and space for this one of many worlds had tainted the soul of humanity and lead them to war. This battle of giants left its marks and erased half of all mankind. In the heat of war revolutionary weapons were developed which were the main reason for the mass extinction in the end. Battle forces of light and dark met each other on the field, atoms merged and destroyed whole kingdoms with a single explosion.
Blinded by pride and thoughts of revenge the human beings didn’t let go of their war plans and they kept ruining their world further piece by piece. In this time both sides left countless documents and records to make sure this cruel war will go down in history. The most precious records were sealed in the safest temples for posterity.
On the battlefield the last surviving rose to fight against the little remaining enemies. Their exhausted legs almost couldn’t carry them any longer, some couldn’t even walk anymore and tried to move forward in different ways.
But before the half dead warriors ran into each other two sparkling auras appeared in the sky. A strong wind blew away the fog and gave sight onto the moon that just showed itself on the horizon and at the sun that set at the other end of the world. On the side of the warriors of light the bright white was descending and showed its true self – as the god of light. On the opposite side of the shadow servants descended the calm black and showed its true form as well – as the goddess of darkness.
The gods’ empty white eyes starred at his opponent. The people around him came to a halt and spectated the situation. The rain which had been falling from the skies just a moment ago stopped in mid-air. The room stood still. The eyes of the goddess were closed while her feet came to touch the ground. For a while she stayed like that but then a dark lightning glowed up in the sky. In just that moment she opened her deep black shining eyes and now the time has stopped as well.
It didn’t take long until the one who was surrounded by white light challenged the one who was surrounded by black shine to a battle. For a long time he thought his power was equal to hers until she tricked him and robbed him of the win he had hoped for. Now there was not only blood of thousands of fallen fighters but also the white-blue blood of the god and the black-red blood of the goddess. In that moment she could have killed him with her sword – but she didn’t. The dark queen helped him get back on his feet and stepped back. The looked each other in the eyes. The hatred in the eyes of the emperor of light faded and they mirrored now the pretty head of the goddess. Life and spirit returned to his soul.
With a nod the renewed the once broken pact of peace and then they worked together to bring back the dead and revive the destroyed land. Where there was black and white blood before there were now flowers and trees began to grow. Time and space were coming back to life and the foundation for peace was made.
But the foolishness of mankind knows no bounds. Even though they were happy to see their fallen comrades back alive and witnessed the before ruined world being green and lively again, their pride was hurt since they couldn’t witness the pact and again, they made plans for another war. When the gods noticed this, they decided to get rid of anything that may trigger this war between light and dark. They made the sun, which was just brightening up the day a moment ago, a dark tornado like hole high up in the sky which would be called Noxastrum Vitae or source of life from now on. It also should be serving the purpose to give and take life. The moon was banned out of reach from the planet and the nights were now so dark as before on new moon days. Since life was being used to light the goddess of darkness gave the stars around the source of life a powerful glow in the colours of the rainbow to brighten up the day. They should be called Chroma stars. Finally, the gods merged their powers and erased the memories of every human being. A new world was born.
God and goddess left the world to get some rest and to regenerate their powers. Everything seemed to be perfect now; people were unified and lived in harmony, former enemies now worked together to make this new world the best place for everyone to live.
All was well. But something was neglected; From the time of war there were still those records in the safest temples, hidden and waiting for someone to find them. They contained the events that had happened, the war plans and the fact that the world once was different.
And one day those records will be found.
And they will be the trigger for the final war of Light and Darkness.
prolog ii
Dark Impact
the birth of the chosen,
beginning of the fate-prophecy
Midnight. Black clouds covered the sky and soon it should be raining. They brought upon a message of disaster. Single raindrops started
their journey to the ground, ready to shatter on the earth.
A woman was running between the alleys of the mighty uppercity for her life. She was being chased. But the goal of her pursuers was not she herself but the baby which she held in her arms. She held it tight within a blanket out of silk, that protected the baby from the upcoming rain.
The only guidepost she had was the path of chromalanterns. Without the colourful shine from their hearts, she would not be able to see where the path lead her. And yet it was not of great importance that the chromashine accompanied her, since she didn’t know where she was anyways. One thing the chased one knew for certain though: she needed to get this child to safety.
The drizzle changed into a from the sky pattering waterfall, a merciless rainstorm, which made it hard for the woman to run. The ice cold air inside her lungs was painful and made it hard for her to breathe. At the same time her legs burnt like fire and with every step further she got more insecure, almost falling down. Behind her she heard the rattle of weapons and armor of her pursuers, but she wasn’t brave enough to turn around to see. The woman could only guess how close her enemies had been.
The path was getting more and more narrow before it turned out to be a dead end. She forced herself to come to a halt. Despair and fear boiled inside her and her heartbeat was getting faster and louder. She was afraid that her pursuers could hear it. But the only noise besides the rattling of the weaponry was her sad sigh. She wouldn’t be able to make it, wouldn’t be able to protect the child in the future, she would
fail and then everything would be over. The hope of this world – of the living and the dead – it would all have been for nothing.
It mustn’t get to that point.
Without knowing where she’d found this determination she turned around wildly, searched the dark alleys with her eyes. In vain.
By now her clothes were drenched by the rain and so was the silk coat around the baby in her arm. It started to whine a little but stopped again moments later. The woman looked at the little bundle in her arms and the raindrops on her cheeks mixed with her tears. Her whole body was shaking and she was right before breaking down when suddenly she saw something bright flashing in front of her. Startled by what just happened she tried to fix her eyes onto the bright light. It took her a few seconds until she could make out what being stood before her. It was
a boy, hardly three years old, with ice blue hair and emotionless eyes which stared at the chased one.
A cold shiver ran down her spine, much colder than the falling rain and frostier than the fear she had sitting in her back. She returned the gaze of the other and for a moment everything that was threatening before was gone. The boy tilted his head and released himself from the rigid posture. He seemed to ignore the noises that came from the dark alley. He stepped closer to the woman and stood still when he saw what she held in her arms. He fixed his eyes on the drenched baby that just opened its eyes and stared at him now too. For the first time the woman saw the eye colour of the child. Red like blood.
The boy turned around and gazed apathetical in the direction from where the noises came, then stumbled a few steps towards a house wall. He stood still and gazed at the woman, meaning she should come with him.
Now they could even hear the heavy steps of the hunters and the ground started to shake a little. That boy was probably the only hope left for the woman to get away from her followers and to save the baby. So she started moving and followed him. Behind the house wall was a little gap, just big enough for her to fit, that she hadn’t noticed earlier.
She ran as fast as she could to keep up with the boy. He ran unbelievably fast for his age and seemed to know exactly where he was headed. There was no chromashine in this narrow alley, but the woman could still see the way. It was enlightened by the one that lead her. But never had she seen this kind of glow before. But now was not the time to worry about this. And still she couldn’t get rid of the feeling that she knew this boy somehow.
But sadly, she couldn’t remember where she knew him from.
The alley ended at stairs which lead to the undercity. This was the home of the woman and now she knew the way further to bring the baby to safety. The boy stopped moving and just stood there as if he knew all that. The weapon rattle of the enemies was very close now already. The hunted one nodded to thank her brave, mysterious saviour and hurried down the huge stairs. The boy with the ice blue hair watched her for a brief moment before he disappeared behind the ruins of an old house.
Hope returned to the woman and gave her the necessary power to move on. Soon she had reached her destination.
In the undercity it was even darker than in the uppercity on the surface, especially in the slums which she had reached now. She glided down the hillside to an old run down yard where the parents of the woman lived. She now could hear the calls of her pursuers, thirsty for blood, and she knew she would make her last breaths. Her life was destined to protect this baby and she almost made it now. She ran into the barn next to her parents’ house and hid the baby underneath of some hay in a secret second floor in the ground. The woman laid the child that carried the hopes of all living souls within it into the niche together with the prophecy written by darkness. She looked at the baby one last time. Then she closed the little hatch, ran to the front window of the house and knocked to warn her parents and let them know that she was successful. From now on the fate of the child would be in their hands.
The woman’s mother moved to the front door and started crying. The father came too but they could do nothing more for their daughter. The pursuers of the hunted one already got her cornered. They stood in midst the yard and let their leader step forward from the backline. The event got the neighbours’ attention and their sobbing words of sadness together with those of her parents accompanied the last breaths of the woman.
She knew she would die. She knew it for a long time now. While she was interrogated by the leader of her hunters, she felt no fear. She closed her eyes and refused to answer any of his questions. For that she paid with her life. The blade of his sword sang its song one more time and decapitated the defenceless woman. With a dull knock her head fell to the ground. Her lifeless body collapsed too. The parents closed their eyes. The only one who was still watching besides the murderers now was the boy with the ice blue hair, who had witnessed the event from a roof top a few houses away. His eyes showed no emotions, no disturbance or sadness, not even tears.
A moment of silence. The rain washed the red blood as a little river from the yard. The murderers robbed the dead body of its last dignity by kicking it one by one. Then they stepped in front of the parents, laughing. The old couple fought with their tears, and they had to force themselves to stay calm to not offend or even attack their daughters’ murderers. Because now they carried the responsibility for the baby in the barn and for the fate of this world.
The murderers searched the parent’s house and the barn, but found nothing so they went on their way, vanishing into the dark. They left the dead body right where they had killed it. The river of blood had dyed most of the ground there already. Slowly it was washed away by the rain though, that had mixed with the fresh red colour, and carried it away down the hill together with sadness and despair.
The parents entered the barn and lifted the hatch to the hidden second floor. Underneath it laid the child of future. They took it into their loving arms and read the prophecy written by darkness.
The prophecy that should tell the fate of the chosen of darkness.
From the blood of the sacrificed dead,
From the hope of the desperate souls
And from a piece of the heart of darkness itself,
Did I create you,
To save this world from doom.
From now on your name should be
Cheyenne LeBlesse
A name, soon known as the second word for hope.
The path chosen for you
Will be full of pain and despair
And it will teach you wisdom and prudence.
You shall not be alone on your journey.
The ones that still hope will fight at your side.
Your fate is your duty.
So never forget the goal
And never let someone die for naught
Destroy the evil and protect your world
Terrenox Libertia.
My blessings be with you,
Chosen.
Goddess of Darkness
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