Age of Assasins

Prologue

Many millennia ago, a war raged. The two galaxies adjacent to each other were opposites that resided in the centre of our universe. One powered by darkness and emotion, the other light and emotion. No one was right. There was no team correct. They both attempted to destroy each other -through a war that lasted  years- but they were wrong. The universe needs balance. Only one assassin that worked for light, named Fury thought this but was dismissed as speculation. He fought beside the army of light, killing everyone in his way. He was on a contract and believed that assassins are the only sign of balance. They can work for anyone.Slaying and decimating soldiers of darkness, he was on the battlefield.

A Qolm -Species of elven descent- captain heard Furies cries and told all. Finally this rumour reached the source of light, who claimed that if the leader of the opposite army was killed all will retreat. Fury heard this call. So did the other army.

Slashing his blade through a skull, Fury examined his surroundings. The soldier infront of him was dead, his body perishing. To his right Srodak soldiers were feasting on the corpses of his comrades. To the left a variety of soldiers were in the midst of a behemoth falling on top of them. He didn't dare look back, he wouldn't retreat. Not at this time. Turning right, ripping his sword out of a skull, pointing it towards his foes; he approached the Srodak soldiers.

They slowly turned around revealing: gritty dark faces, long hair, and bare teeth. Spewing out guts as he talked, the solider exclaimed

"Ah! More meat. You soldiers don't learn. The army of Nufreon will prevail!"

Approaching Fury, sinister grins on there faces, they sheathed miniature blade like claws out of there hands. Fury kept his stance steady changing the direction of his blade. The first soldier leapt at Fury claws stretched out, slowly bringing them inwards ready to attack. Fury instantly pierced his sword through the soldier,  cold blood splattering across his face. He kicked the lifeless body of his blade. Fury rushed forward, adrenaline running through him at the sight of blood. Two of the soldiers adapted to this and rolled forward swinging claws. His blade span forward towards his opponents left leg. Sounds of cracking bones rang throughout the battle landscape, accompanying the sound of battle cries. Pushing his blade through the leg, he watched the soldier fall to floor slowly; crying in agony.

Vicious, at the sight of his fallen comrade, the second soldier rushed forward towards Fury. With ease Fury kicked his opponent back, then swiftly finishing off the legless soldier with his sword. Dazed from the kick, the remaining soldier feebly crawled away from Fury. Dashing forward, the warrior approached his dazed soldier and with a swift elbow to the gut knocked him to his knees.

Gazes of wind violently brushed Furies back. Getting ready to finish his foe he dismissed it. It started to annoy him, so he placed his word in its sheath and turned around. Looking up, he backed up in terror as his eyes caught the look of a gargantuan ogre. Geared in steel clad armour, armed with a gigantic axe; it approached Fury. It's slowly took a huge step crushing foes and allies alike, sending large waves of wind throwing soldiers of guard. With great speeds it reached down clutched Fury with its powerful grip.

He struggled as his breath was taken away from him and the giant stared him in the eye. Grotesque teeth, large eyes staring into Furies soul, and a bent nose to top it all. A grin stretched across his face. But slowly -whilst Fury was being crushed- the grin faded, and the grip loosened. The creature stared down, staring at the large blade pierced through his stomach. Throwing Fury aside, the creature dropped to the ground.

Flying through the air at insane speeds, Fury struggled to breath. Dirt and muck flew across his face. The landscape grew closer rapidly, as seconds pass. Plummeting into the ground violently, Fury awoke covered in dirt; buried in the ground. He started to concentrate, sweat coming down his brow. An aura of light encompassed him as he felt energy consuming him. Without warning he flew up, through all the mud and finally into the sky. The land masses surrounding the hole slowly were swallowed in, colliding and enveloping the battlefield. Soldiers slowly slipped down the masses as they collided into each other, a scene reminiscing the Titanic. All that was left was a huge crater.

Wasting no time he flew forward, slowly losing energy. After what seemed like forever he caught glimpse of a behemoth of a structure. Thick black bricks made up a wall. Glowing purple light consuming it. He knew he was losing power so he landed. He stuck his blade in the ground in front of him. Through its reflection he saw him self. Short, dark hair. Blood splattered across his face. Dark eyes, light skin. Skin covered in dirt. Geared in silver armour, gold outlining it. Long spikes lengthening out of his shoulders. Gauntlets of a similar colour scheme encompassing the blade.

He felt the 4 jewels that were encrusted into his back glow. Through emotion and energy he could make them glow. The more gems that glowed, the more his power increased. Some have reached other forms. He stared into the eyes of soldiers charging at him. Many. He was alone, against an army.

If he killed the leader, the army would retreat, the war over. Placing his hand around the blade, he thought about his wife at home. Acele. She had given birth to his youngest son Anonimy. His eldest son Vortex had started his second year of school. His other son Revan could walk! His other son Rage had started school recently and was making many friends. He saw his wife on the battlefield. Long brown hair, chocolate brown eyes. Rosy red cheeks. Holding the kids she smiled. This wasn't a dream.

It was a transmission. She gave the children to Basete the elder. She was in charge of sending things to other galaxies. Why? Packing things, she passed them to the her aswell. Why? Basete rushed out with many maids accompanying her. Why? Then he understood. Soldiers of the dark jumped into the house, swinging swords. Screams echoed through Furies head.

The soldiers of the Dark had secretly passed through, and attacked the galaxy of light. It was all a ploy. His children could die. Not if he killed the leader. The gem at the bottom of his armour began a faint glow. Emotion was emitted through Furies thoughts. Anger! Vengeance! Sadness... Hope. He started to change! Transform! His armour slowly dug into his flesh, consuming him. He felt shaking from the centre of his body, energy bursting out suddenly. He felt his skin change, but his whole body was covered. Then the armour slowly grew towards his face covering it. Light was blinding him! Consuming his body; trapped in armour. He looked on forward. Different and better than ever, he placed his hand on his sword. The mere metal blade became radiant and was pure light. Blades dashed and sliced at him. They did nothing. Soldier surrounding him, but with a mere sheath of his sword they flew away; crashing into enemies around him.

His armour had changed greatly, but the colours remained. With a swing of his sword he cut through many soldiers. Dashing forward at intense speeds he cut through thousands of soldiers. Screams of Acele echoed in his head. His speed increased greatly as his target appeared.

Rushing, and slashing through many soldiers he approached the leader. Dressed on dark metallic robes. Hooded, a staff in hand. Approaching the leader Fury ducked down and sheathed his sword. With a single movement the leader raised his staff. It pressed against Furies stomach. Pain attacked him. His body was stinging. Heart beating. Every bone in his body crackled. Shaked. This dark magic was too powerful. It started to become numb. He felt the second gem glow, strongly. But he couldn't reach the next form. He didn't have it in him. The pain was too much. He couldn't give up. Slowly pulling his sword; further out of its sheath he advanced. Purple energy was flying out of the staff, bashing against Fury.

Living up to his name, he let out a war cry. His sword slowly swung, approaching the head of the leader.

"It is the darkness' time to reign! It is our age!" Cried the leader.

"No it's not" Screamed Fury. "It is the Age Of Assasins"

Finishing his job, he swung the sword as a head rolled across the floor.