The Tale of the Wanderer

by Rethgaud

After the incident in Tokyo, the Titan's head home to find that all troublemakers from before haven't shown their faces on the street, while an unknown darkness begins to rise. They soon find themselves not only fighting for the city and the citizens, but their own lives. Will they defeat this new evil, or tremble beneath its power?

1. Prolog: Midnight Musings

A subtle chill crept across the top of the ruined structures of the city's junkyard, made up of the discarded and forgotten items of man. The earth surrounding it wreaked of the seemingly endless rot pilled atop it, bringing a most unpleasant hint to the wind which carried it. The once blue sky had turned to dismal black, speckled with petty stars, twinkling weakly as they tried to light the world through the moonless night.

The Wanderer was still in the darkness, looking down across the littered ground which lay at least a dozen feet below her. Like a gargoyle, she sat upon the scrap metal as best she could, careful to keep a good distance from what could slice or impale her. Her black clothes stuck to her wet body as she held position in the midst of the gentle storm, her hood seeping upon her head. Her mask, black with radiant gold lining and the mouth curved into a wide, malicious grin was, in its own right, the most unsettling of all as the lighting burst in the gloomy sky, revealing the figure to whoever else may have been nearby.

Her mind was tranquil as she watched each glossy drop of water slip from the well-rusted pieces of cars, computers, and so forth, shattering upon its next impact to further repeat the cycle. As she dwelled upon the never ending pattern the water preformed, her thoughts grew increasingly sober. It was... pointless; The so-called Circle of Life that all of man looked up to in awe and adoration. Man was born, raised up and taught to work to support the world in some way, had his own children, tutored them to do the same, and soon passed, becoming one with the earth for all eternity... or possibly even reincarnated, forced to unknowingly repeat what was practically the same life. Her mind swirled deep with these thoughts, drowning herself out from the thunder's growl, growing ever nearer.

The nipping chill of the howling wind upon her soaked skin was what finally broke her train of thought, sending shivers up her curved spine which caused her to wrap her arms around her thin torso.

It was time for her to take her leave. The others had to be gathered, and there was much to be done. She needed to begin.