Note: if you have not yet read Downfall of the Silver Millennuim of The Forgotten Guardian, please do so before reading the followwing FF. this story will make more sense if you do, trust me. thnx for reading.
The True Ruler of Tritus
Prologue
The astronaut finished his work, sat back and sighed in relief. "Finally finished." He thought to himself as he felt the sweat run down his face. He was sitting on a very large meteorite which was on a collision course with a orbital space station, and if the giant rock hit, it would make one hell of a dent. So he had dug sixty feet into the kilometer long rock and planted enough C4 to blow apart the Great Pyramid.
"Dave, are you done? We want to get clear of that thing before it goes off like on of your sons cherry bombs."
The astronaut smiled as his friends voice crackled over the radio in his helmet. He clicked the response switch on his belt and responded. "Yeah, I'm done John. Is Rick ready for departure?"
There was a short silence, then Rick's voice came over the radio. "The sooner you get here, the sooner we leave, alright?"
Dave smiled again and started to walk back to the drop ship a short ways away, ready to get back to the space station and down a beer.
A sound echoed through the darkness that surrounded the curled figure. His long gray hair was blanketing around him, and he stirred. "Where…how long…when…" These thoughts echoed in his mind as his memory raced. A castle, screams, the feel of blood on his hands, a dark burning hate in his soul, a young princess with long blonde hair tied into two overly long pigtails, and boy with long black hair and piercing blue eyes, enchanted eyes. Then came the pain, the pain as the Impearium Silver Crystal's energy coursed through his body, turning him into a powerless being. Then came the feeling, a feeling his soul had not felt in centuries; his heart began to beat.
"What the hell?" Dave shouted as the meteorite began to shake. Then, just as quickly as the tremor started, it stopped.
"Dave! What the fuk was that?"
Dave caught his breathe, then shook his head. "Nothing I guess. Open the door, I'm her…"
He never finished the sentence. Just as the small door had started to drop for him to enter, and large spike from the meteor shot up and impaled him through the chest.
"Dave? Dave! What just happened?"
Dave's eyes slowly closed as the sight of earth, his home, became the last image his living soul took in.
"DAVE! Damn-it, this isn't funny! Where are you?" John set down his radio and turned to Rick. "I'm to go see what the hell he's up to." Rick nodded and continued to ready the ship for take off.
John looked in through the small glass hole into the air chamber. The door was still open, and there was no sign of Dave. John moved over to another suit, figuring Dave wanted to goof around for the next seven minutes till the bomb went off. As he started to pull on the pants, he heard a strange sound behind him, like a splat. He turned and saw a large red blob that had just hit the window.
"What the hell?" he wondered as he walked back over to the window. As the blob floated away from the window, it left a long red streak on the glass, and John recognized it with a cold feeling in his stomach.
"Rick, check behind us with the rear camera, and quick!" John shouted as he ran into the cockpit of the ship. Rick looked puzzled, but shrugged and obeyed.
"My God…" Rick whispered as John's face flushed. There was Dave, impaled by the meteor that they were blowing up. John grabbed the radio.
"This is the drop ship Streamer calling Space Station Orion. Do you copy!" he shouted in his panic. A reply crackled through the radio.
"This is Orion, Streamer. What the hell is taking so long?"
Rick replied with his own head set. "We have a situation. Dave is dead. It looks like the damn rock impaled him and-WHAT THE FUK!"
The figure felt the darkness fading, felt his body absorbing it, strengthening him. He felt the others, two others above him.
"They will not escape." He muttered as he opened his eyes, dark gray pupils with pitch black centers like dark tunnels.
Rick and John panicked as the rock surface around them rippled, and long spikes surrounded the ship, covering it. John dove for the radio.
On the Orion, the tech crew had just ordered all available crew members to get two more drop ships ready to go and save the Streamer's crew. Their radio crackled and they all listened closely.
"Damn rock is alive…surrounded…can't take off…no time…get away from…" the radio went dead.
"What do we do?" asked one of the crewmen. The tech officer sighed, then keyed the radio. All hands, report to the bridge. The Streamer is…lost."
Just as the last six crewmen arrived on the bridge, the timer reached 00:00, and a new star blasted in the space in front of the crew, who all saluted.
"No way anyone could have survived that."
On a chunk of the meteor, unseen by the crew of the Orion, the dark man clung on, flying down to earth. He had survived, and had business to attend to.
