A/N: It feels good to be back and revamp this fic for the people that actually followed it back when it was first published. Special thanks to all of you, dear readers for giving this fic a chance and to my proofreaders.
He was born from the goddess of life.
Within her light, he bathed in dreams of honour and pride;
He alone was aware of his duty and he alone was ready to fulfill it.
Where the humans had failed, where they had lost,
he had to win.
With the mind of a warrior, he faced a world that collapsed under his feet.
With the mind of a warrior, he fell through the hole others had dug for him.
With the mind of a scared child, the warrior fell into an unfamiliar world;
A world devoid of his goddess' light.
It was then that he understood that the world he knew was no more.
The light that had created him,
his everything,
was more uncertain than ever.
And through the light of his pendulum,
he saw that Dusk was closing its menacing blade to his neck...