Prologue
A Story On A Rainy Day
The rain drops splattered on the concrete road. Little puddles began to form on the lawn. The rain pounded on the roof, making an echo in the kitchen. It was a typical day in England. Raining like it usually did.
The house wasn't what you call modern day. It looked like it belonged in the gothic age. Its windows were stained red, green, purple, orange, and blue. The house itself was build out of tile and an interesting type of metal.
The year was 2360 A.D. or as the people called it 160 A.W. A.W stood for After War. It was a war that changed everything.
The old man sat in his chair looking out the window into the forest. A forest, which he spent quite often in his younger days. His frowning lips turned into a smile. How he missed those days.
Suddenly two little children ran up to him. It startled him so much that he almost fell out of his chair. He looked down and saw his grandson, who was seven, and his granddaughter, who was six, standing there with excitement in their eyes.
"Grandda tells us story. The one about the days of old," the boy pleaded.
"What do you mean by the days of old? There were a lot of those days lad."
"Tell us about the three that brought the world back to how they are now." The little girl said with joy in her voice.
"I think you too young to here that one," he implied, patting her on the head.
"Mother says that you told her when she was my age," the boy argued.
"Did she now? Well alright. I guess its time you heard the story then. Come on lets get into bed with ya."
The two kids ran off up stairs and into their shared room. The old man looked out the window and smiled. He then slowly got up and walked towards the stairs. He took his time walking up the stairs, making sure not to hurt himself. He was getting ready to turn eighty in a couple of months. He knew that his time on this planet was coming to an end.
When he got into their room, they were already in their night close and tucked under their blankets. He smiled and turned off the light. The boy turned on the lamp next to him and his grandda took a seat next to his bed. The little girl sat up and laid on her stomach with her head facing towards grandda. He took a deep breath and then closed his eyes.
"This story begins in the year 2152. It was a day that no one expected and it changed the world as they knew it.
It began with the clouds going dark and the storms ragging throughout the world. Hurricanes, tsunamis, tornados, blizzard, hail storms, ext. People thought it was like the movie "The Day After Tomorrow". But they were wrong. The storms weren't nearly as bad as the movie. In fact, they only lasted two days.
When they were over, people went back to their usual lives. Satellites were saying that everything were normal. The radar scans were normal but that was a mistake the humans made. They trusted their own technology to tell them everything.
The day after the storm was over, a ring of light shot through the clouds in Saudi Arabia. Though it wasn't the light of the sun. A massive ship came through the clouds that day. It was a ship that had never been seen before by any human being. The ship landed in the desert undetected. Soon another one followed and another one after that. Eventually there were ten ships barked on the desert of Saudi Arabia.
The doors of the ships opened, and at first only a bright light could be seen. When the light faded away, creatures that stood like humans, covered fully in an unusual metal armor, stood at the edge. On their backs or on their side rested a medieval weapon made out of an element. Each ship contained ten thousand of these creatures.
They marched out of their ships and began to build landing ports for the rest of their ships. In weeks they finished and four hundred more ships came, dropping off more of these, creature like soldiers.
They took over nearby cities and villages in a matter of hours. In two days they had the entire Middle East in their control. There seemed to be little or no resistance. And the theory about Israel being able to defend themselves against anything vanished into smokes.
That was when people realized that they were here. The U.S government figured that there was a glitch in the radar, thus they couldn't track them sooner. They immediately took action once they took over all of Africa.
They were called the Enemy, for the humans thought they would be destroyed quickly. There was no reason to get creative with these creatures. They were wrong on the quick and easy part.
There first mission failed horribly when not a single one of the Enemy dropped dead from their missiles and bombs. They just kept spreading, half of them flying to South America and the other half progressing on into Asia.
The Americans decided to go on full combat with these beasts. They sent all of their men with the best artillery that they had. The Russians and Koreans joined in with them. Soon the British and the French joined. Then every country joined in the battle.
The battles ended horrifically every time. The human army's bullets bounced right off the armor. Nothing was stopping the Enemy from progressing on. When the Enemy approached the army, they slaughtered them like cows. The humans were confused by this. Why weren't they dying? What kind of metal was their armor made out of? How could it stop bullets and nukes and radiation? These were questions that could not be answered.
Soon they tried a new approach. They armed all of their soldiers with medieval weapons. The soldiers went into a month long training program that taught them how to use their weapon. By then the Enemy had taken over South America, Australia, the bottom half of Asia, and the bottom half of Europe.
When they went into combat again, they were disappointed to see that their idea did not work. The armor was too strong for the weapons and the Enemy's skill was far greater then the humans. It was a complete failure and they were forced to take a different route.
So America and its ally countries put all of their best minds together and built more advance technology. America was the only free country by then. The building of these new weapons was payless. They all agreed to go without pay for this was a crisis emergency. The Enemy, who was not afraid of these new weapons, waited patiently to give them a chance. They had only been on this planet for a month, what could another month do.
With all of the workers they had, working night and day, the new weapons were built less then a month. It was their last stand against these creatures and they had the outmost confidence that it was going to work. There was no way the Enemy could survive these weapons.
Judgment day came, and the humans launched their final attack. Missiles and bombs covered the sky. They struck the Enemy in every section of the planet. Dust flew up in the air covering up the Earth's atmosphere. When the dust ceased, it was a tragedy. Not only did they not kill a single Enemy but they destroyed themselves. The bomb's radiation spread throughout the world, killing millions. It was the end for the human race.
But the Enemy had no intention of making humans extinct. They had no intention to destroy any more of them. Instead they did something least expected by the humans. They gathered an assembly and told them that the human race would be spared and free on certain conditions. They came up with one number one rule. No technology allowed. The punishment for breaking this rule varied on what technology you had. The first one and most severe punishment was no guns.
If the humans did not agree to these terms, then they would be killed. A lot of them didn't like the idea but their stubbornness of being lazy wouldn't take a hold. They agreed to the terms and those who were loyal to the Enemy were given power. The power they were given equaled ruler ship. Since everything was back to the medieval ages, Kings and Queens returned, along with Emperors. Counts and lords were other power roles.
It seemed to the humans that the Enemy was helping them out in a way. They helped build new towns, castles, shrines, weapons and armor, and other places. The humans enjoyed not having their technology for they saw nature at its finest. Though, a lot of them didn't like the new way. They questioned these rules and their makers. Why was the Enemy doing this? Something didn't seem right to them. But there was nothing anyone could do. The Enemy was simply unbeatable.
"Grandda, how did they get rid of them?" the little boy asked his grandda.
"They didn't. That's the next part of the story. You shouldn't interrupt like that. Anyways, where was I… oh yes, now I remember. The fate of the world was laid down upon one man. A master swordsmen who started up the first rebellion."
The woman screamed out in pain, holding her husbands hand. She was over due on her child and the doctors had to hurry if the child had any chance of surviving.
"Come on you can do. Your almost there," the nurse said trying to calm her down. The woman gave one last push, blowing out her final breath.
The screams of a new born child echoed throughout the hallway in the hospital. The doctor snatched a towel from the nurse's hand and wrapped the new born baby boy in it. Immediately the child stopped screaming. That's unusual, the doctor thought to himself. When the child opened his eyes for the first time, the doctor stepped back in shock. The left eye of child was neon yellow, while the right eye was metallic silver. It was something he had never seen before.
"Well miss your child seems to be healthy, just little unusual things about him… miss?" The doctor looked over and saw the nurse checking her pulse. When she took her finger off the woman's neck she shook her head. The man looked at her confused.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with my wife?" he asked.
"She's dead," the doctor responded, just staring at the mother in shock.
"What!? She's dead!? No! That's not possible! NO!" he screamed in agony, so loud that the entire hospital could hear him.
"I'm sorry. The only thing you have left of her is this baby boy," the doctor said handing him the child. The man looked at the child and stepped back in disgust.
"What's wrong with that thing? Is it mutated? No I don't want it. Get it away from me!" the man screamed swinging his arm in the air.
The man began to cry and then ran off. He got in his car and drove home. There, he drunk as much alcohol as he could, flooding his body with it. He then grabbed the kitchen steak knife and stabbed himself in the heart. The cops found him laying there in a pool of blood the very next day. They had come to ask what he wanted of the child and found his answer when they found him dead.
The cops searched through all of their belongings, trying to find something that might give them a hint of what they wanted to call their child. They found a couple packs of cigarettes, a pipe, bills lying on the table, old photos, and some jewelry. There was no clue to be found. It was when the last cop was walking when he saw a folded dusty paper. He unfolded it and saw a picture of a heart with black veins going through it.
He went back into the woman's office and searched through the drawers. Finally he found what he was looking for. It was a folder containing all of the woman's old paintings and drawings. They were all of different kinds of hearts. Some with thorns wrapped around them and others with swords piercing them. He grabbed all of them and walked out the door.
They decided to call the boy Tim. Just a normal name but it was what they came up with. Tim grew up to be a fine looking boy. He grew his ghost white hair out to be medium length. He wore shades to hide his eyes so no one gave him a hard time.
Ever since he was three, he would pick up a stick and pretend that it was a sword. He watched hundreds of movies on sword fighting and began to mimic their moves. He would challenge others his age to contest. Since they were young, most of the other kids didn't want to. But when they did he would always defeat them. Some of them got jealous of him being better and they too trained with a sword.
When Tim turned eight, he had learned how to use six different types of swords. His favorite being a mini broadsword, followed by a katana. It was very interesting to see these weapons, for they were carved into their form by Tim. He became really good at carving and carved any weapon for the other children.
It was the age of thirteen, when something changed about him. By then he had run away from the orphanage and he lived with friends. He wasn't a fonder of sports but he joined football to condition himself. It was during class when a cop appeared in the class room and called Tim out. The cop said he had been looking for Tim for quite some time. Tim thought he was going to take him back to the orphanage. He was surprised when instead the cop gave him a folder with tons of pictures in them. They were all drawings of hearts. The cop said that his mother drew them and Tim took them with gratitude. He never saw the cop again.
Tim went back to his friends house; skipping practice. He examined each picture carefully, catching every little detail about it. It was dawn when he finished. He didn't realize how late he had stayed up. He decided to skip school that day.
Over the next couple of years he couldn't take his mind off the drawings. Every night he would look at them before going to bed. In his dreams he would see the hearts and a woman standing next to them. It was his imagination of what his mother looked like.
Tim's ability to use a sword had grown beyond anyone he had ever met. Once he went into a kendo studio and challenged five kendo masters. He defeated all of them within thirty seconds. They refused to give him lessons after that. It was the same with the fencing teachers and every other sword fighter.
He also grew an interest in martial arts. He took six different martial arts class at the same year for two years. Going in each one every day. He skipped school a lot to pull of this off. He learned quickly because his interest was so great. The teachers were amazed at his growing skill. He would sometimes use different styles in one class. The styles he learned were Aikido, Twe Kwan Do, Jujitsu, Konfu, Tichi, and Capoeira, which was a dancing type fighting.
He also specialized himself in other weapons when he thought he couldn't get any better with the sword. He tried every type of weapon there was and learned how to use all of them. Not as well as he did the sword but enough to be good with them.
When he turned sixteen he changed his name. Tim didn't seem like the right name for him. He named himself something that reminded him of his mother. He called himself Hart and wouldn't respond to Tim any longer.
A couple of months after he changed his name, they came. The Enemy that no could beat. When the world went back to medieval times, he was filled with joy but it left when he saw what the Enemy were doing to some people. He didn't like the fact that they were in control of the world.
Hart was strolling along the dirt streets of America or Old America as it was now called. It was in a way a rule not to be in this place. After the humans last attack, the Enemy destroyed it to its last means. Every building was destroyed and the land along with it.
He never got on one of the ships to the other countries. Instead he stayed, just to be away from everyone else. He didn't want to be recruited into some army nor did he want to live the life of a peasant. He just wanted to be away from everyone.
He passed by the old First Bank and saw a woman wearing torn up cloths sitting there with her son sitting next to her. The woman looked up and saw a teenager wearing a white shirt and black slacks walking by. She leaned up against the wall holding her son when she saw him walking towards them.
When Hart got within arm range with them, he went to one knee and reached into his pocket. She leaned as far away from him as possible, thinking he was going to kill them. Instead Hart took out a loaf of garlic bread wrapped in tin foil. He handed it to them and smiled.
"Don't be afraid. You need it more then I do," he said offering her the bread.
She hesitantly reached for it, not sure if he was tricking her. She grabbed the bread and unwrapped the tinfoil. She gave her son most of it and took little for herself. She nodded smiling and when she swallowed her food she whispered, "Thank you."
Hart stood up and walked away. He turned around the corner when he heard a shriek. He knew it belonged to the woman and reacted by turning around and running back to her.
When he got back around the corner, he saw two Enemies standing in front of the woman and her child, who were now standing up themselves. The Enemy on the left had a broad sword made out of fire and the one on the right had a mace made out of wind.
"What are you doing here woman. This place is strictly forbidden to all humans," the one on the left said.
"You and your son will come with us for punishing," the other directed.
"Hey! Aren't you guys forgetting someone?" Hart shouted.
The two Enemies faced turned and saw Hart standing at them waving.
"Another one? Very well then, you're coming too."
"Well then, come over here and get me," Hart said getting into a fighting position.
"I've got this brat," the one with the fire weapon said.
He walked over to Hart, resting his sword on his shoulder. When he approached Hart, he swung his sword down but Hart stepped to the side escaping the attack. He countered by round kicking the Enemy in the head. The Enemy didn't seem to be bothered by the kick and swung again. Hart leaned back and then jumped forward, punching the Enemy in the head and knocking him down. The Enemy dropped his weapon, which Hart dashed for immediately.
The Enemy jumped right up and punched at Hart. Hart blocked the attack to the side and slashed the weapon across the Enemy's metal chest. The Enemy took a few steps back and then fell over.
It was really an accident, what Hart did. He didn't think that the weapon would actually kill the creature. Seeing this, the other Enemy charged at Hart, swinging his mace over his head. When he got in range, Hart lunged his sword into the Enemy's neck, stopping the creature in his tracks. He yanked the sword out and the Enemy dropped dead.
After the fight was over, Hart knew what he should do. He left for South America and jumped on a ship heading for France. There, he made his way to Germany and started up a petition for people who would rebel with him. At first they laughed but when Hart invaded a camp of fifty Enemies and slew them all, they thought differently. He returned with all their weapons and handed them out to the men that joined him.
Hart's rebellion grew as they swept throughout the country and made their way towards England. They destroyed several infantries of a hundred men in silence and secrecy.
By the time they had made it to England, Hart was twenty three. He had developed a new weapon for himself, a signature of who he was. He had taken the armor of the Enemy and melted its steel. He took several other ores and irons and poured their liquid in with it. He then took a dagger and cut his hand. He dropped the blood into the liquid and then crafted it into a shorter version of a broad sword. The hand guard of this sword was curved back and the hilt was a foot long. The blade itself was about three feet long.
The steel was like a mirror; a perfect reflection could be seen. Except for the red veins that were going through it. The sword was truly magnificent and he decided that it deserved a name. He called it Xaven.
His first test of the sword was successful. The sword was much lighter than the element weapons and it pierced through the armor easier, too.
One day though, the Enemy found him out and sent two hundred men to go kill him and his rebellion. They were all caught off guard and Hart couldn't save them for his weapon was not with him. He retreated into the forest and disappeared, never to be seen again. His sword was lost as well, for no one knew of its location. Hart lost the sword in battle a few months earlier. An oracle found the sword and hid it away from the world. The oracle and the sword were never found.
The thought of a rebellion died along with Hart. Though no could prove he was dead, it didn't really matter. One hundred years went by and it was highly doubtful that he was still alive. And even if Hart did show up he would be too old to save anyone.
But hope didn't fall from everyone's grasp. There was a woman who started up the rebellion once more. Unlike Hart, she had more followers that wished to fight. The people were growing tired of this life and wanted to live life like their ancestors did.
She had rebels in every country around Asia and Europe. Each country had a sub leader for the rebel group. She resided herself in England; no one knew why. The campaign was much more successful then Hart's.
Her victories didn't start right away, though. She was an orphan like Hart but grew up a different way. She trained her body to be stealth and when she was twenty two, she boarded an Enemy's ship and stole all of their weapons with out being noticed. She did this several times, until she had enough weapons for half the group. They soon began killing the Enemy and collected their weapons afterwards.
For two years she fought in England and most of her battles were successful. Some of them ended in a retreat but then came back later on to finish the job.
The real adventure began after they had successfully stopped an Enemy attack on some villages. They celebrated their victory that night but a surprise was waiting for them.