The War of The Epitaphs
Disclaimer: I do not at all own .hack in any way, shape of form, therefore I only own this story and all OC characters I develop. Not to mention any new areas, etc, and if I find that someone steals this story from me I will be very very angry and you don't want to see me angry.
Prologue
"Come to me. I need you." A voice rang out in the darkness.
"Who are you? Where am I? Why do you need me?" asked a very frightened teenager. "Show yourself" he yelled.
"Not yet. You are not ready yet; but when you are I will be waiting and you will know where to find me." The voice concluded as it drifted off into the darkness. "You will come to me and I will come to you it is inevitable. I will be waiting."
"Wait!" the teenager commanded as he ran forward. "I want to know more." But only silence answered him as he fell to his knees in terror.
"Somebody save me!!" he cried out in desperation as he sat on his knees for what felt like forever.
"You will be the one to oppose and the one to accept," came a another voice; a different voice than the first one." You will be the terror and you will join with a deceiver. You will know the propagation and will find the prophet. You will meet the Machinator and know the temptress that will love you. An avenger shall have need of you and you will wittiness a rebirth. With the others you will find acceptance. Against the others you will find conflict, but in yourself you will find peace. You will lead a war that is unwinnable' yet it is a war easily won. You will be a creator and a destroyer. All shall love you and all shall hate you. You will be rejected but at the same time you will be accepted. You are the new Epitaph Warrior and the world shall crumble to you."
As this voice spoke seven figures slowly drifted into view from nothingness. They all seemed to be bowing to the teenager.
"Me? Why me? Why do you all bow to me? I am nothing," the teenager asked.
"We have accepted you and you will lead us to victory against the others," the second voice said.
"We have waited for so long but you will set us free. You are our releaser." a third voice commentated, a female voice.
"You are the strongest of us all, yet you shall have even more power as you grow" announced a fourth voice. "The prophet has yet to be wrong."
"What do you mean?" He asked scared.
"They mean that you will have my power" came the first voice with a very menacing tone.
The teenager was confused as he looked around. He could make out the general shape of the other 'beings' in the room but he could not see them very clearly. As he looked around he felt something happening to his body. His legs had changed and were now sharp and a as black as starless night. His torso stretched to twice its original size and was as black as his legs. His shoulders both gained two spikes protruding backwards. His arm and hands got bigger and longer and his hands turned into more into claws yet retained a lot of their human properties. His face turned black and something like a mask covered his face, as a black cape fell about his shoulders, attached to the spikes, three horns grow from his head, two at the sides of his head and one from his forehead. A sword appeared in his hand. A sword that was as bright as the sun yet was pure darkness at the same time. Two eyes slowly opened as the head tilted forward. Both eyes were red with a burning hatred.
The creature called out "I am whole, and my names shall be shouted out to all corners of the world. I AM..."
"Siekth!" Skieth spat out that word like it was filth.
"Who?" Haseo asked.
"So he's come. About time." Skieth said completely ignoring a bewildered Haseo.
"This time I shall destroy..."
"Him completely." Siekth said, "And ths time it will be my victory."
Manicorabs: Hope that was good. The name of the story The War of the Epitaphs is not from the book The War of the Roses. It just popped into my head and I thought it would be a good name. I was not until later that I realized the similarity. If you like please review. Also remember that I'm currently looking for some willing to proof read the story. If you are willing to proof read (and not steal the story) you contact me at you have any ideas theyare welcome same e-mail address and I'll try to include them.
