Logan Esmer, and the Temple's Truth | Book One [Being Revamped]

Prologue

Omniscient View

The world seemed to be a spiraling abyss of light. All around were swirling colors clashing with each other, a whirlpool of pastel colors. Five people suddenly materialized in the weird realm. Four of them seemed to glow differing colors. While one did not.

"I called you all here for a reason," said a figure, wearing a grey coat, white clothing, and a fedora, "I am to understand you have noticed too?"

"I still question your means of communication, Cyrus." said a woman with black hair, tied in a bun.

"You all know why I communicated this way," said the grey coated figure named Cyrus, "The Prophecy's events have begun, Fall." When Cyrus said this, the small group of people each had differing expressions on their faces.

"Lies!" said a young woman wearing a blue sweater. "I refuse to believe it! This cannot be happening."

"I am sorry, Miss Brown." said Cyrus, he held his hand out and yellow lights seemed to beam out from somewhere in his chest, the lights reforming into a staff, and landing in his hands. Cyrus then pointed the staff behind him. Lights swirled into some image. An eight pointed star, and at each point was some symbol that represented some kind of relic. Five of the symbols glowed.

"I have tried to contact the other protectors. But I have failed horribly. And some... rather not be here..." he said, shivering. "The time has come to give up our most treasured gifts to their next owner. When the Prophecy creator gave us our objects. We were tasked with rebuilding our homes, and then returning it to the chosen one."

"I don't know what you mean, you forget..." whispered the woman named Brown. "You forget, Erebus..."

Cyrus' face was grim. "It is true. A thousand-year charm kept upon the Corruption has been broken. Only the chosen one can bring together the artifacts to recreate the power that could save our world... I hate that fate has been so cruel to them..." Cyrus muttering the last words.

"I can't guarantee anything." said the woman named Fall. "Chandler holds the relic. And I cannot speak for my- I mean. I cannot speak for him."

Cyrus nodded.

Slowly, the ethereal realm seemed to darken. Soon, it was all pitch black.

"You are all imbeciles for defying me! And if you all follow the instructions of that oaf. You will soon see the fate you have always been destined to get."

The dream ended

"Life doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints... Erebus." said a small voice.