Fracture For The Future

Chapter 9: False Prophecy

It was another boring day for Glitch.He woke up like he would any day, and did what he would normally do in his shack.He cleaned up the place, tried to repair any water damage, and sharpened the Yamato...Life...was peaceful for him today.But this was the life he preferred, even if he was alone during this time.Maybe he would grab his hoodie and head into town to pick up that new sonic game that was released a month ago, or maybe he would go outside and collect firewood for the fireplace he built inside.Suddenly a man knocked on his door, asking him to participate in a fighting tournament that could possibly change his life forever.Glitch declined the invitation, of course, due to the fact that he was the only person who was keeping the shack in livable condition.The man walked away and Glitch pondered what would have happened if he had accepted the tournament.Maybe something good could have come from it?With a quick shake of the head, he dismissed the thought and went out to collect firewood for the shack.A blade meant to kill gods, meant to cause destruction and suffering, the key to separating the demon realm from the human world, and he was using it to chop down trees and gather wood...This shouldn't be what the blade was used for but he had no other choice to slice away at the bark.Dusk soon approached and Glitch threw the newly collected firewood into the fireplace...but hesitated for a moment.The flames looked like they were trying to form something...something like a moth.He questioned this for a moment but decided that he maybe just needed some sleep to stop the hallucination.The hoodie was neatly tucked away, the Yamato was placed on the wall in its sheath, and the book about Honkai was placed in his draw-...Wait a second.He didn't remember making a trip to the library today, or any day in his life for that matter, so where did the book come from?After looking through the pages in curiosity...he suddenly remembered everything that had happened before.His shack wasn't this out of shape, the Yamato doesn't exist anymore, and he was supposed to return the book to Elysia after she dashed out of his dorm.So why was he back in the forest?He quickly bolted out the door and looked around to see that the moon had suddenly turned into a giant red eye in the sky, and his limbs were chained down shortly after.A voice was calling out to him, pleading and yelling at him for him to awaken from this sudden trance.Shadowy figures started to appear from the forest, looking like the MOTH's he had cured before.Except...something was off.Their appearance told him that they wanted to kill him, but their stances mostly seemed to be defensive.After a while, he started to make out the shapes of the figures more and more.Kevin, Tyler, Elysia, Pardofelis, Eponia, Fu Hua, Kalpas, Eden, Sakura...They all surrounded him with weapons in hand, confusing him on why his friends would attack him.

"You thought you could trust them...that you could lay your very life in their hands..."

"Well look at what they're doing now Glitch...The people who you've devoted your life to are attacking you out of nowhere with no rhyme or reason."

"Are you really about to let them kill you?"

Glitch's confusion grew even more when he heard the moon speak out to him.Was the moon right? Did he trust these random people too easily? A quick look at his body told him that the corruption...was gone.In fact, a suit of armor made from red and black iron was formed around him.He looked up and saw a sword descend before him as the shackles around him were broken.He grabbed the blade and looked at the details, noticing how it looked like an attempt to replicate the true form of Caliburn, a sword he had wielded years ago and lost in a lake.The cold wind of the forest blew on his face, the shining armor was the only protection against the cold.And after a while of hesitation, he grabbed the blade and closed his helmet, not knowing about what was truly going on.The shadowy figures around him started to move forward with a slow approach, seemingly waiting for his next move.