Book of The Lightborn: Rise

A step outside the light

Their armies stretch from the left side of the land to the other, going for as far as the eyes can see. The sea's waves are trying to climb the sides of this land. Their spears, swords and arrows, are all darkened by a metal cursed with blasphemous forces. Their roars and screams, set terror in the human heart. Red, purple, green it's their skin. Some have more limbs than others, while some have eyes shaped oddly, reflecting their urge to destroy all that is good. Sizes one can only remember so many of, given that some are flying, some are walking and some are crawling. These are the demons standing in front of them. Leading them are, as they're called, Princes. There are nine of them, but only five are present, as the other four are leading armies elsewhere.

Opposite of them stand the armies of all that is good, even humans amongst them. Lightborn, Sunborn, humans, sollims and more are forming ranks. The demonic armies advance. It is the day of a war that is going to change this beautiful world forever. A war that brewed in silence for decades, now baring its fangs at the world. It was something that he, who led his race beyond the light's reach, he who made the City of Stars and wields Darkbane, could have never foreseen in his long, long life.

He stands on his right knee. His limbs and neck are long. On his neck, his bright, shining hair rests, then falls in long strands, much like that of his siblings. Light is pouring from his glowing eyes, some sparks erupting at the corners. His skin is dazzling with light, the light swelling deep inside of him, trying to contain itself.

He places his hand on the earth beneath him, his palm feeling the warmth he once felt. The blades of grass run between his fingers, as he looks at them, swaying with the wind. He clenches his fist, earth filling his hand, then, he lets go of it, raising his hand. The view of the incoming doom, makes him sad at what is about to unfold.

His time to lead them into the uncertain future came along once more. This time though, it wasn't just his siblings that he must look for, nor just a home he must protect. He has to lead all these beings. His failures, his successes, none matter now and will never do, not if they lose.

His body lifts off the ground a bit, for he must pray 'Creator. Lamines. I beg of you, guide me today of all days, for I must protect all that you allowed me to have.

And if I fail, protect their souls in my stead, for I can only bear so much,' he asks of his Creator. His feet meet the ground, he straightens himself. He stands taller and stronger than all present. Yet, he feels so weak in the presence of this threat. "Can you see this? Brother, sister? They want to consume us, destroy us. It's not so different from when we started, is it now?" he tells himself, thinking of a distant past, as he lifts his face to the sky, his long hair blowing into the winds in waves.

Everyone is watching him. Tens of thousands of warriors, heroes, brothers, sisters and Ascended Beings, they are all watching him. His loose clothes flow with the wind and his hair. The orb made of gems, Darkbane, appears in his right hand. His eyes now rupture with sparks and light. His body starts to produce a strong glow, the light inside of him swirling and fighting to get outside, empowering his very being. The ground itself can't contain all this energy, nor does the air, as he lifts himself off the ground, it starts to crack, the air filling with the energy, lifting small things off of it; his orb produces a sinister, dark light.

Amidst the view of the looming threat, those behind him ready for his command and the overwhelming sense of power within him, he closes his eyes. A frown follows trying to remember something from his old past. "I remember it. The day I felt it all. The world around me, the freezing land below my feet. Everything that followed... once I stepped outside the light..."

Year 6000 FT (First Time)

"Where am I?" the speck of light asked.

"Inside the light." a voice answered.