The Forgotten One
Prologue
On a world near a dying sun, there appears to be a few explosions. It would seem like a war is going on, but there isn't one. In one city, the place once looks beautiful. A vast city with different races living together…
But now, the city is in ruins. Buildings crumbling, battle machines are either in flames, wreckage, or in pieces. Dead soldiers and citizens covered the streets; some are weeks old, while others were there for a few hours.
Sounds of blades clashing could be heard from afar. Two creatures clash with each other, both wielding blades. Both of them appear to be humans, but their appearances are shadowed from the dark clouds above.
These two have been battling each other for months, neither getting tired as they both continue fighting each other. Their battle consumed the planet, the planet is their battlefield.
Both of them seem to be different, one tried to defend everyone from the chaos from its battle. While the other doesn't care, all he cares is taking down his opposing enemy, anyone who interfere, he crushes and obliterated them.
These two creatures don't live in this world, this world isn't their home. They chose to use this world for their battle, and they didn't just use blades, but they used all their skills and abilities.
When this happened, people thought of them as monsters from their worst nightmares. Their battle brings carnage; their battle destroys any life around them.
And now, they continue to battle. Both of them are in the air, they don't have wings and yet they can fly. One wields a broadsword, while the other wields a long sword.
They both strike at each other, blocking each others blow. Both of them never gave a direct hit, both of them seem to have a desire to kill each other. They continue to battle, their swords strike each other.
Both of them are equals, and then as they both push each other with their blades. They both hardly spoke, and still their appearance is still shadowed.
Suddenly, there is a burst; it is like the sounds of an explosion from afar. Both warriors stop to look upwards, the time of the dying sun has ended. And now it has exploded, the explosion will reach this planet in less than a minute.
As so, both warriors return to battle. They seem not worried of the supernova that's going to destroy the planet. One's blade blocks the other blade's strike.
And just as they're about to strike again, the supernova struck the planet. And every creature that seems to survive the battle and the two warriors were consumed in the explosion. The planet is destroyed in seconds, and the supernova continues on…
Years after the supernova, further away from the location. A small asteroid floats through space, nothing is on it.
Until suddenly, a hand burst out of it, the palm is open. Than another hand came out, and soon as it climbs out, a human head appears. A male human, with spiked silver hair, his eyes are blue, and one single scar on his left eye, and yet he can still use it.
He climbs out of the asteroid, he still has clothing. He has torn black pants and a shredded shirt that seems to be hanging on still.
Whoever this human is, he is not human. For there is no oxygen in the location he is in, and yet he seem to be able to breathe. He crosses his arms, hugs himself and shivers. The temperature is below freezing, he could feel it, and yet he isn't frozen solid.
As he stares into open space, he seems to be confused. He didn't say anything, but in his mind he thought, "Where am I?" He looks left to right, seeing nothing but space.
He is alone in space, and he has no clue of what happened or where he is. And as he stares, he suddenly grips his head. He seems to be having pain, but there isn't any pain at all.
In his mind, he sees something happening. In his old memories, he sees a creature shrouded in shadows. Holding its right hand out, and seconds later, some kind of black whirlpool appears in a wall which the creature has its hand pointing at. Then the creature walks into it, and then the rift disappears.
It ended, and the man stares in shock. This is a new experience to him; it seems to be something like a flashback.
He sighs, and does the same thing the mystery guy did in his vision. He holds out his left hand, palm open, and facing towards empty space. He then concentrates on the image of that whirlpool thing.
One second later, the same rift appears in front of him. Then as the man lowered his hand, he did the exact same thing that he saw in his vision. He walks into the rift, and as soon as he gone in, the rift closes.
End of the Prologue
Written by Josephiroth
