Two years later
I am awakened by the darkness forcing my naked form from it and i float watching as army after army of Zebraku Approach the darkness behind me. I feel the darkness's cold fingers plunge into me and i close my eyes as a mince power surges Throughout my body. power as I have never known it courses through my body and I open my eyes.
The serlic is black, the pupil is crimson red and the iris is swerling darker and darker symbolizing the storm rising inside of me. The blood in my vanes swirl with darkness making them black showing through my now white flesh. My hair floats around me as my eyes scan the Zebraku armies as they fast approach.
There are ten armies, each a hundred stong and a third of them have darkness laces blades. About sixth of the third are skilled enough to lay a fatiel blow. I watch as they scurry around getting organized ans the darkness forms two hundred wickedly curved blades around me.
Twenty cannons form together as they charge up with black and purple energy that spirals inside them. the Zebraku fall into formation as the blades around me spin faster and faster and the cannons charge more and more. The army charges me in hopes of getting past me to the darkness behind me.
My blades fall into my palms and I clinch the hilts as they come nearer and nearer. The cannons fire blasting energy through out the armies as the beam just bar my miss me but I do not flinch as I wait pasently. they spinning swords are next and they spiral past me as the Cannons take out over half incinerating them. The blades slice over a hundred to shreds as they spiral through them.
Four hundred of the remaining armies are left and the darkness's fingers rip themself from me as they snake back into the opening closing it quickly. I wait as the remaining armies begin charging me and cannons form on my back. The stretch around me like wings and charge up with some of the energy storming inside my body. As the army nears closer and closer the cannons fire taking out two hundred and fifty of those remaning.
The cannons form back into my back as I spin my blades in my hands. I hold then ready as I step for word with one foot and slash my blades causing a shock wave and electricity and darkness across the space between us and it takes down the two front lines as I follow right behind it taking out the third and four lines of defence. I stand in the middle of the remaining armies with One hundred and ten highly trained men surrounding me.
I dance around them gracefully as I cut half as I Perry and counter their attacks. I step in front on the largest and most skilled of them men and ketch his attack by bringing my blades up and stopping his blade from lodging in my skull. He pushes my blades hard sending me back into darkness laced blades waiting for me. They slice through my back as several plung into my back.
I flip over them slicing their heads from them and land behind them as their body's fall blood spraying up from them and rains down on us. The big man comes at me flying through his men with tramenduse speed as is sheath one of my blades and raise my hand up firing electricity at his body.
He ketches it on his blade deflecting it and I lean fored bursting towards him and slide under him through his legs and slice fenarold artery as I go. I stop my slide and spin at him unsheathing my other blade and slice through his legs. As he falls he grabs me slamming his blade into where my heart once was and smiles at me.
"If I die your going with me." he says satisfied.
"To bad for you." I says and pull the blade from my chest and show him the empty space.
I slice his hand from my body and turn perrying an attack. I flip the blade from the Zebraku's hand and punch my hilt through his face. I spin slicing the man behind me to pieces just as his blade comes down. I take down the rest till the general Lerondo is standing before me. He readies his giant blade and I ready my two as we stand off.
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Ethereal The Time Lord
FantasyThere was two prophecies spoke of by the higher beans of existence. A phrorhecy of life and that of death. The prophecy of life speaks of two the bringer of life and the bringer of death. Two beans born from a void of darkness. That will bring pe...