Sins of the Past

Prologue:

The Eternal Dream

The dancing lights of the emerald swords become shining beacons in the sober night. Each time they collide, the blades screamed at their rival. The owners of the weapons breathed in gallons of the foreign air through their nasals for the injuries made their teeth grind together. The true purpose of the fight was lost to the two warriors. The combatants were astray in their minds, no longer thinking about winning, but allowing muscle memory to lead them victory.

The fight was not a competition of death between two soldiers on a battlefield, but an exotic ballet of life. Like all stunning dances, it could only be successful done with a partner. They wore identical armor, however it was useless against the sharpen blades they wielded. With every flash of steel, there was another cut into one of the fighters flesh.

Each probed the other's defense, hoping to find a weakness in the mountain before them. With every passing second, they tired at their own rate, yet the victor had already been decided when the swords had made first contact. The techniques that were originally complex and gorgeous become simpler and dirtier. Their strength began to fade, making the grip on taller warrior weaken. In a battle of this magnitude, that was a fatal mistake when his opponent was far more experienced than he. In less than two minutes, the war was over.

Kaidan tried to reach for his sword, but his body was surprisingly numb, even if his mind wasn't,yet the sword lay several arm lengths away from him. He could taste bitter-sweet blood in his mouth, but was not sure if it had just appeared or had been there for some time and his other sensory information had override it. He dared to glance down at where the pulsing feeling was admitting from and was horrified. Even with his hazy vision, Kaidan could see the steel sword embedded in leg. Unfortunately, the blade had left a large gash in its wake. Starting from the bottom of the left side of his rib cage, it got gradually deeper and wider as the wound appoarched his knee cap where the sword had finally stopped. He felt no pain, no sorrow, only the pulsing of his blood as it slowly left his crippled body.

His opponent hesitated for moment after the blow, then quickly removed the blood-stained sword and pressed her hands firmly on the largest part of massive gash. Her hands glow a stall green as symbols below Kaidan and the female formed. The magic runes summoned made the entire war zone light up, but the darkness of the night still seemed to engulf them.

The warrior cursed under her breath for being careless, but other than that, silence reined. As the minutes become hours, her hand gradually moved along the wound, leaving a trail of new pink flesh in its wake. Soon, Kaidan could feel again, even how uncomfortable the pain of the injury was, he did not complain once. Four hours past when the female warrior finally finished covering the wound with the new tissue along with large strips of her blood-soaked tunic, "Get up Kaidan! You've wasted half of my day because you couldn't block one move."

"Yes, master," he replied defeated. He attempted to get up, but midway, he shifted his weight causing him to fall back to the ground. Kaidan's body refused any order he gave it as he tried to get up two more times but ended up where he started. His master looked down at him and sighed.

"Why master?" Kaidan asked in a miserable voice.

"Why what?" His master replied kindly above him.

"Why do you keep telling me to do what is impossible for me? I cannot do it! I have tried and failed. What's the point?" He clawed his fingers into the ground at the tips of his master's feet. She kneeled down and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you talking about getting up or failing to defeat me?" She said sarcastically.

"Both…"

"Now I have a question for you. Why can't you get up?"

"My body hurts. I can't feel certain parts. I am not strong enough." He whispered sorrowfully.

"So what's the difference between defeating me and getting up?"

"Well, there's the fact that one is about defeating you and other is getting up," Kaidan replied to the strange question.

"They're the same. If you can get up, you will have defeated me when I had this same test. So, get up and prove to me you have the will to defeat me!" She shouted at the young man.

Kaidan grunted and groaned as each fiber of his existence screamed in pain, but he would not fail his master again. He slowly pushed himself up and began to stand. As he got to his feet, his consciousness faded onto darkness, but something reached out and grabbed him.

Again, he was on ground, but his master had rare smile on her flawless face this time. "I failed again, why are you happy?"

"You call that failing? You did what most have given up on long before you did. You are more powerful than me when I was your stage. I have nothing more to teach you at this point," she said in a sincere voice.

"Sure there is like that last move in our fight. I never saw it coming."

"You've already seen it; there is no need to teach it you. You are an official Belka knight to protect and service your master until times end," There was a pregnant pause as the master grabbed Kaidan's sword. "I need to be going now. My brother and sister knights are being called by our mistress and I cannot afford to keep her waiting."

"Is it about the war?" Kaidan asked.

"Most likely…"

"Then I'm coming," the young knight declared.

"You're not ready yet, and your mistress will need you. I have my duties as you have yours," she proclaimed loudly as she walked away with her hands in her long pink hair.

"But Master I have to tell you something I…"

"I'm not your master anymore. You will call me Signum," she shouted as she handed Kaidan his sword.

"I have gift for you," exclaimed Kaidan. His hand reached for her hand, but instead grabbed her thigh. Signum graceful fall to one knee and seized his hand with both of hers. She then pressed her body against Kaidan chest.

"Maybe another time," his teacher whispered in his ear.

"Yes mas…Signum," Kaidan said through his smirk.

As she walked away, hundreds of lights gathered from all over planet, approaching her. His conscious began to fade as her beautiful figure become bright pink ball of energy, 'I need you…Master…' he mouthed but the words failed him as darkness overcame him.

A/N: This is my first attempt at MGLN so please forgive if I'm not any good at this.

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Also I would like to thank hignum for getting me back to writing…school and life sure do take a lot of my time!