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Added Tuesday, July 19, '11

Prologue:

The Last

The moon glowed with a red hue and the stars shined with a cold glare in the sky. But from the ground, all was veiled by the smoke. The man moved through the debris like a shadow, his features shadowed by the dark cowl. His movements were silent and graceful contradicting the chaos that lay around him. The sword on his waist glinted, clearly reflecting the hot glare of the flames around him. Normally his blade would catch the eyes of any; its lustrous sheath curved with delicate symbols whose meaning were now understood only by few exposed a hilt embedded with a crimson stone that seemed to flicker with an internal flame of its own, but here there were no living eyes to see it.

It was silent except for the cackling of the flames. There was a movement and a shrill wail echoed in the still night. The man stopped and changed his directions, walking with more urgency to the source of noise.

As he drew closer, the wails quieted into hiccupping sobs. The figure was lying on the ground, desperately shielding a small kicking object in its arms, and shushing it. A small arm flailed and he realized that it was a baby. The figure lifted its head awkwardly, it was a woman, to look at him and the man was stopped short by the hate he saw in her stranger copper colored eyes. His hand wandered unconsciously to his sword and the woman snarled at the movement like a wild animal, her hands becoming claws. It was cut off sharply as she began to cough, blood dripping and staining the already bloodied ground. A long sleek blade had impaled her through the stomach. She watched wearily as he approached, his sword glinting eerily in the dim light. Her eyes tried to distinguish the features that were hidden within the darkness of the cowl. The flames suddenly leaped up with a roar, illuminating the man's face. His hair shined in the glow like a silver halo encompassing a surprising young face, unlined, ageless. The two stared at each other for a moment, clear emerald eyes meeting those copper ones filled with pain and sorrow.

"You…" The woman rasped, "…We are dead and now are here."

The child whimpered.

"Many are dead, I too am the only one left," He whispered, his eyes fluttered toward the child, pained.

"You said you would save us!"

"I did."

"Then keep your word," She hissed, her expression fierce. The pool of blood grew. "Kill him, kill the Rahls." She coughed again, weakening and desperate, "Protect my child."

He bent down and took her hands but all was silent again save the child. The child whimpered again, its arms reaching toward its mother. The man gently picked up the child. It was a she and she blinked at him solemnly with eyes just like that of her mother's: golden copper. He wrapped her up carefully, quieting her.

It was time to leave the field of death behind and move forward.


The Timeless

A lone leaf strays across a worn path, marked by countless feet that trudged through the desolate mountain pass. The leaf stops in its tracks, blocked up against a weathered boot, straining in vain with the wind, trying to resume its journey across the path. After a few seconds of struggle, it surrenders, and drops limply amongst its cousins and brethren. An amused eye glances at the leaf, a rough, callused hand delicately picks it up, gently tracing the veins on the leaf, admiring it in all its glory, dressed in phoenix feathers, with vibrant reds and dazzling golds. With a sigh, the hand lefts go of the leaf, the wind twirling it and carrying the leaf across the path.

Autumn, his favorite season, was just past its apex, but the chilly grasp of winter already started to close in on the frigid mountains of the Westlands. The cold, however, no longer troubled him. His fingers, though callused, were as dexterous as before, and perhaps even more so. His face, sporting a bright smile, and twinkling eyes; and though his youthful face cried, "Inexperience! Inexperience!" out loud to whoever that would look, it was far from the truth. Wise in knowledge and in the ways of the world, he lived to see empires built, and empire crumble, wars waged and lost; old enough to see the sky fall, many times over. Wounds that he acquired fix and heal over time: shattered knees, a broken heart, retardation; aside from a jagged scar that ran from above right the eye to the hollow of his cheek, but still on he went, through prophecies, firestorms, and Armageddon. A Keeper, seeking those worthy of his attention. Wandering from one end of the world to the other, and back again. Unaffected by worldly events... For he is the Timeless.


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