"Let the fires deep within burn, and all that is lost shall tremble in fear, for the new world is ready to begin."
Tino quickly stepped away from the light of the shining sunset and into the shade of a tree, waiting. Waiting for something to happen, something that Tino no longer knew. He knew one thing now, and that was he needed time. There was no longer time for him. His days were numbered, along with all of the Adepts in existence.
It was the same dream Tino kept having each night. And if the night was no longer enough to suffer, the dream was repeated in Tino's mind day after day, hour after hour, and minute after minute. It was now all he thought about, because he now realized how important this dream was – it was the world's fate.
"Tino!" Tino swiftly rose from his bed to see that Shards was up.
"What time is it?" Tino said in a worn down voice, moving some crumpled paper off his table to check the time.
"It's 8: 12 AM man." Shards said to Tino. Shards was an active person. He always woke up early to train, and had an appealing build to his body. He was tall, and had long red hair flowing in front of half his face.
"It's too early to train, Shards." Tino said, still looking worn down wearing his normal clothes.
"You slept in your clothes again? Did you have that dream?" Tino quickly interrupted Shards.
"More like a nightmare." Tino got up from his bed, and grabbed his Ruby Sword from his table.
"Let's get to work."