"The rings of chaos, the chains of pain…
First, is the conqueror who leaves the worlds in vain,
Second, is the maestro, who walk’s the line of evil and good,
Third, is the lord, who is lost in the dark, his mission not understood
Fourth, is the king, by whom people will receive a blessing
All four within one, supreme power possessing.
If they are locked in one, chaos will come,
That is how the legend sung.
If conquered by one, he will be a master of hearts,
And by this legend, the story starts…”
Prologue.
“ Why did I listen to him?” – was the thought inside his head. Too weak to even move inside his space pod, his mind was covered in thick fog, through which many thoughts were racing in and out of his attention. Focusing on trying to remember the events that had happened just about ten minutes ago, he flinched. The window of his pod was facing his world, which was getting smaller with each passing minute. “There were so many of these things… so many…” – he whispered to himself. The only thing he remembered now was the screams of his people, as they charged into battle. He was one of the first people to spring into action when the attack happened. He heard someone screaming for help, someone screaming to get children into the pods and out of this planet. There was panic everywhere; the men were trying to protect the women and the kids. “They were being massacred, and I couldn’t do anything about it…” This thought added to the amount of pains, which were surging through his body – physical and emotional. His race of people were born supreme fighters, fighting was like their sixth sense, but still, they were getting overpowered by numbers of strange creatures who came from the darkness and shadows. He remembered his father, a legendary fighter - Spartus, yelling at him to get inside the pod. He wanted to continue to fight, like other people did, but his father’s words always brought sense to his rash decisions.
- You must go now son!
- Father I must help, were being attacked, all the men…
- All the men are fighting, you are only 15, also you are badly injured, you did your best son, now you must go!
- I am not leaving without you.
- Listen to me; get inside the pod and go, other children are going also.
- I am not a child, I can still fight…
- Don’t interrupt me! I don’t know who will survive and who will win, but there are things you must do in your life that you need to live for. I already did the things I wanted to, I’ve became a hero, I’ve met the gods and… I’ve met your mother.
The old man’s eyes started to tear when he remembered his first love, his only love, the boy’s mother. He looked at his son, finding the resemblance of his mother was not hard, he had her eyes. The same eyes he longed so much for when he first met her. He gave the boy a bracelet that his wife gave to him during her last minutes of life.
- Go now and remember, listen carefully to the voices inside your heart, because my voice will always be there.
Those were the last words his father said before launching the pod. He saw a few other pods scatter into different directions. “Roxanne, I wonder if she is in one of them…” A faint thought went by in his head. He was almost unconscious from the tiredness and the battle wounds. He couldn’t even input the coordinates of where to go. “Let destiny lead the way, it already brought me here, who knows what it will do to me next.” The destiny’s answer to that came shortly. A sight that was forever imprinted inside his memory like a burn mark on his skin. His precious world, his only home exploded. He saw it clearly through the smoke. It was the brightest explosion he ever saw. He felt like destiny just spit in his face, laughing at him, punishing him for not staying with the others, but fleeing like a coward. With horror in his eyes, uncontrollable tears started rolling down his face. “I would rather die fighting with them”. He squeezed tightly the item his father cherished the most when he had it – a shiny silver key, small key that his father gave to him on his last birthday. Where was the key from and what was its purpose did not occur to him and he didn’t care, because it was the last piece of his father that still remained with him. He was watching his world explode into a shining golden heart and then scatter into billions of pieces and finally disappear. Tears kept rolling his stone cold face and with the last grip of conscience he whispered, “ Father, I’m sorry… I will never fail you… again…”
This is only a prologue, the real thing will start after this and the kh characters will have major involvement in it. It will follow the kh storyline starting in kh1. If u liked the prologue tell me, i will wrtite the first chapter soon.
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First, is the conqueror who leaves the worlds in vain,
Second, is the maestro, who walk’s the line of evil and good,
Third, is the lord, who is lost in the dark, his mission not understood
Fourth, is the king, by whom people will receive a blessing
All four within one, supreme power possessing.
If they are locked in one, chaos will come,
That is how the legend sung.
If conquered by one, he will be a master of hearts,
And by this legend, the story starts…”
Prologue.
“ Why did I listen to him?” – was the thought inside his head. Too weak to even move inside his space pod, his mind was covered in thick fog, through which many thoughts were racing in and out of his attention. Focusing on trying to remember the events that had happened just about ten minutes ago, he flinched. The window of his pod was facing his world, which was getting smaller with each passing minute. “There were so many of these things… so many…” – he whispered to himself. The only thing he remembered now was the screams of his people, as they charged into battle. He was one of the first people to spring into action when the attack happened. He heard someone screaming for help, someone screaming to get children into the pods and out of this planet. There was panic everywhere; the men were trying to protect the women and the kids. “They were being massacred, and I couldn’t do anything about it…” This thought added to the amount of pains, which were surging through his body – physical and emotional. His race of people were born supreme fighters, fighting was like their sixth sense, but still, they were getting overpowered by numbers of strange creatures who came from the darkness and shadows. He remembered his father, a legendary fighter - Spartus, yelling at him to get inside the pod. He wanted to continue to fight, like other people did, but his father’s words always brought sense to his rash decisions.
- You must go now son!
- Father I must help, were being attacked, all the men…
- All the men are fighting, you are only 15, also you are badly injured, you did your best son, now you must go!
- I am not leaving without you.
- Listen to me; get inside the pod and go, other children are going also.
- I am not a child, I can still fight…
- Don’t interrupt me! I don’t know who will survive and who will win, but there are things you must do in your life that you need to live for. I already did the things I wanted to, I’ve became a hero, I’ve met the gods and… I’ve met your mother.
The old man’s eyes started to tear when he remembered his first love, his only love, the boy’s mother. He looked at his son, finding the resemblance of his mother was not hard, he had her eyes. The same eyes he longed so much for when he first met her. He gave the boy a bracelet that his wife gave to him during her last minutes of life.
- Go now and remember, listen carefully to the voices inside your heart, because my voice will always be there.
Those were the last words his father said before launching the pod. He saw a few other pods scatter into different directions. “Roxanne, I wonder if she is in one of them…” A faint thought went by in his head. He was almost unconscious from the tiredness and the battle wounds. He couldn’t even input the coordinates of where to go. “Let destiny lead the way, it already brought me here, who knows what it will do to me next.” The destiny’s answer to that came shortly. A sight that was forever imprinted inside his memory like a burn mark on his skin. His precious world, his only home exploded. He saw it clearly through the smoke. It was the brightest explosion he ever saw. He felt like destiny just spit in his face, laughing at him, punishing him for not staying with the others, but fleeing like a coward. With horror in his eyes, uncontrollable tears started rolling down his face. “I would rather die fighting with them”. He squeezed tightly the item his father cherished the most when he had it – a shiny silver key, small key that his father gave to him on his last birthday. Where was the key from and what was its purpose did not occur to him and he didn’t care, because it was the last piece of his father that still remained with him. He was watching his world explode into a shining golden heart and then scatter into billions of pieces and finally disappear. Tears kept rolling his stone cold face and with the last grip of conscience he whispered, “ Father, I’m sorry… I will never fail you… again…”
This is only a prologue, the real thing will start after this and the kh characters will have major involvement in it. It will follow the kh storyline starting in kh1. If u liked the prologue tell me, i will wrtite the first chapter soon.
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