Eternal Conflict: Dusk

Chapter 1: Glimpse in time

The man knew not how long he lay there, or even what time it was. An overwhelming sense of dread was all he felt as dsrkness flooded his vision, "Finally," he thought "I can get some sleep."

Though the man should have known, it is not a restful sleep and pleasent dreams that would visit him that night. The darkness slowly gave way to a scene, realistic as if it was happening in the preasent.

The man couldent move, couldent speak or anything else. The man could only watch the scenes that started to flash between his eyes.

A cloaked figure walked down a ruined street, looking at the Crumbling remans of what were once buildings to either side of him and cursed under his breath. the figure stopped and stared at the ruined hall at the far end of the road, The Vigil keep. The once proud keep lay trashed, and the towers that once stretched as far up as the clouds where split in half. The solid wood doors where burned straight through, the solid stone walls that had stood for nearly a thousand years were broken, The pure white color of the keep was ruined with the color of ash and blood. From the giant holes in the keep the figure could see, The giant bone piles that where being used to reconstruct the once the beutiful Beacon of life, the Vigil keep, destroyed to be reconstructed as a beacon of death under the armies of the fallen one.

A wind picked up and blew the cloak that hid the figure away, revealing underneath the cloak was a man dressed in pure white armor that looked as if it was bone, Elaborately designed with the etching of a dragon covering the breastplate. On either sides of the man's shoulders sat the skull of a dragon, mouth open as if roaring, the skulls on the armor loking as if foreign but also merged directly into position. The armor covering the figure's arms and legs were etched with the image of a dragon eating its own tail, the moon light failed to shine on the boots, the gauntlets on the other hand looked as if they were big and bulky, obviously thicker than the rest of the armor. The finger tips of the gauntlet looked as if they belonged on the tip of an arrow, like most of his armor the gauntlets were also etched with a dragon, but this time the etching could be only be seen with a clenched fist, appearing like the head of a dragon mouth open in a charging rage, the sharp and jagged spiked along the finger and knickles appearing as dragon fangs, the gauntlet its self a perfect weapon. The full helmet he wore was disconcerning eccept for two things, narrow line where his eyes should be, from the sockets emitted a red glow of rage, but also on the top of the helmet sat three spikes pointing inwards twords a single location that what looked like a twisting ball of energy that rapidly changed colors from red to green. As the figure remembered all that had happened within the span of a few short weeks he clashed his handd together and through little holes in his gauntlets a scarlet red liquid started to drop, as the man drew his hands apart the liquid turned as white as his armor and started to take the form of two great swords. The man pulled the blades from his gauntlets and revealed two fearsom looking swords, the one in his right hand was as white as his armor and looked as if it was created from pure light. The other sword in his left hand was white also; However the sword looked as if it was the pulled out spine of a man. Looking up from the swords the man uttered under his breath. "It's time." As he took a long breath he took a step back and disappeared with a flash of light.

*

The moon light shot beams of light into the dark room, a figure clad in armor was kneeled on the ground bleeding from multiple wounds across its body, the that figures shiny white armor that had protected him against hordes of the undead and demons was ruined from a battle that the figure had lost. The figure knelt there for a time it could not tell until foot steps shattered the silence and the door at the entrance was thrown open revealing a small group of people, Their faces hidden and their voices unheard the figure in the center of the room tried to get up with a last burst of energy but quickly fell on its face.

*

The man lay in her arms dying, they both knew it was over for the time. The man looked up at the one person still with him and slowly raised his hand from his chest, the woman tried grabbed his hand; However the man pushed hers out of the way and placed his thumb on her forehead, the thumb left a mark on her forehead in the same golden liquid that made up the blood of the man. As the man drew his hand away the woman began to cry, the man slowly brushed away the same golden colored hair as his blood from her eyes and wiped away her tears.The man pulled her down and planted a light kiss on her as he pulled her ear to his mouth, "you know this is just the begining, not the end." the man whispered to her as his lastbreath escaped him. The woman sat their, hugging his body as it slowly turned to dust, cursing fate and wishing that she had gotten their earlier and she had been the one to die, slowly getting up and takeing a pinch of the dust that was her lord with her in a vial slowly heading for the exit. As the woman exited the building a group of other figures surrounded her asking all these things on what had happened, the woman brushed her hair to where the gold mark was still on her forehead and raised a hand to her lips, slowly tracing them with her finger before she told them. "We have no time to mourne, we have a lot to do and now a lot of time to do it." taking her hand and clutching the hidden vial of dust she continued, "We must protect the Fali'Noma." she finished as a gust of wind flew by brushing her hair to the side and revealing not only the thumb print, but also shining the moonlight on her different colored eyes, one the same golden color as her hair and the blood, the other the same color as the once grean trees surrounding the ruined building.

*

As the vision faded again the man was in darkness, out of the darkness a new image slowly apeared. the Image of a wall with words written in golden blood appeared for several seconds before it depicted as the other visions. "Your world shall come crashing down, look in horror as you die and the everlasting night shrouds your the land, your father, the creator has forsaken you, you and all your brothers and sisters shall soon die, I wonder, what you will do the youngest?"

*

The man woke up with a gasp, knowing what he had just seen were not dreams, but a visions on what shall soon happen. The man sat there, listening to the heart beats and breaths of the two in the room with him, The man cared not for his own death, but those of the ones around him.