"The darkness..." Arsol murmured as he stood up from the ground he was laying on, looking up at the night sky, "The darkness, give me your strength. I... need you. We... need you!" he yelled, coughing up blood, "We must... The Shades..." he gasped, reaching for the untouchable moon that shone brightly, it illuminated the field. The field was a graveyard. A sword was plunged into the stomach of the man, as he held the hilt. "Shades... I sacrifice myself... Kill them... ALL!" he screamed out, his voice echoing from miles away. Closing his eyes slowly, he fell to his death, the grass tainted in the crimson blood.All Rights Reserved