Nightmare and Phantasm (Part 1 of The C.S.F.A Chronicles) *Unfinished*

Prologue

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It was a moribund day when the darkness first spoke

When I long in the silhouette knew that I was all alone

No company but blood-stained ashes; the never-ending isolation of solitude

The darkness that soon became my only friend, everything I ever had earned

I was so cold, always alone

But I long had forgotten . . . what company was

Long I had felt love; there was only emptiness in an empty soul

Sooner no later, the lone soul turns to flood

The darkness softly muttered at me, telling me to listen

Paralyzed I was, but I recognized the voice

It was a crying urge for love

As it were my own thoughts when I heard the darkness's few words

And never this way had I felt so alone

In DeadWorld when the darkness first spoke

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It's nothing but a dream . . . a very, unsettling dream; a dream that has its secret that one urges to wake up from. They are like hidden worlds where you could undergo peculiar imaginations and/or ephemeral reminisces of your past. There are times when you can be fond of pleasurable dreams over the moon and that you can share with others, and thus create silver memories on the cloudy days full of the ecstasy of cataclysm in the fabled pirouetting world of dead leaves. However, everyone has times when they faced rancorous moments in their midnight sleeps known as "nightmares" on certain days of their own lifetime. These are the kinds of dreams that occasionally made people felt anxious and disturbed of.

Nightmares are like dreams that allow each wandering sleeper to peregrinate around in a situation inside an environment of an unknown world. However, horrifying undesirable moments such as fleeing away desperately from immorality or seeing your loved ones fading away in front of your eyes could cause you to feel distressed and wake up with your heart pounding. Disturbance in the atmosphere with feelings such as dismalness, anxiety, and fear chills down your spine inside your consciousness as a speck of a ray of hope clings on during the time of tragedy. Somehow, nightmares can be entirely different unlike the usual ones. Sometimes, it may appear right in front of your eyes.

This is a chronological tale of an introduction of a cryptic fantasy that has yet to be known in this world. Creativity and compassion are few of the major keys to survive and live on contently even in the story of Nightmares and Phantasm - a story in a need of hope. A hope of wishes and prayers to someone who would understand - the end of the labyrinth.

When there is light, there is dark; it will always and everlastingly be that way. This is the Order of Balance that shall never be fractured or breached apart. If the Order of Balance were to be debauched and tainted, chaos arouses. Guardians and knights exist to perpetuate that balance in order to prevent another grave tragedy unlike what happened umpteen years ago - The Ashen Blood War.

Approximately a hundred years ago, there had been a violent pandemonium that rapidly increased in size to an extent that it provoked a ferocious war between two exact opposite worlds known as Ora and Efa - which leads to a devastating amount of bloodshed to the point of near extinction among many races and creatures. The Holy Kingdom of Ora vowed to never allow it to occur again and passed an abundant of laws to bring out absolute justification as they believed that it could carry out peace to the people and make all the conflict come to an end. Even if it may all come to an end, however, it may not be what it would expect to come as it goes. . .

Somewhere somehow, in a certain period of time, between a dying era and the birth of a new leaf, watching those who struggles and those who fall in an meaningless battle of blinded violence and anger, as the tears of the broken ones shatters and cries that were never to be heard of in the time of history. People who witnessed the tragedy prayed for peace and life of happiness in the midst of ruins and moribund world as others, in desolation, desperately urges for revenge against their enemies as they wait for whenever the time was right for them to come.  

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