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A/N: This is only a prologue, just giving you a taster to keep you satisfied until I have time to do a proper chapter. Keep watching!

Prologue: The Tides Of Time

Twenty years ago, the Spiritseers were wiped out in a horrific war that engulfed not only the Spirit Realm, but also Earth and Gaia. Millions upon millions were killed, families were separated, magnificent cities were razed to the ground in a terrifying chain of events.

However, this was just one line of events. Deep in the shattered fragments of time, there was another future. One filled with hope, happiness, and light, filled with prosperity and peace. This was the other side of the time stream.

In the middle lies the stone that split the tides of time in two. Time was hurt badly by this stone, causing the tremendous split in destiny. In one hand lay destruction, despair and death. In the other lay the light of a better future.

All that is needed is for the stone to be removed, and time should heal itself. That stone's name is Lazarus, and his actions determine which of these futures will happen.

The Light Chamber was wonderfully illuminated in the blissful light that shone from the Light Crystal in the very centre of the room. On the floor lay two dark objects. There was a young girl lying on her back, pale and still in death. She was wearing a shoulderless black top, with simple black combat pants. There was a large slash across her chest, oozing dark red blood. Her raven black matted hair was flayed out across the ground beneath her, resembling a large blood splatter. There was a thin trickle of deep red blood slithering down from the corner of her mouth, a stark contrast to her now pale complexion.

Next to her lay another youth, this one male, wearing a long navy blue travelling cloak over a simple black shirt, also wearing the same type of pants as his female companion. He lay on his front, his face pointing towards the other corpse, smears of blood across his cheeks, his dark blonde shock of hair was dark red with the contents of his body. He lay in a still pool of blood that reflected the light from the benevolent orb in the very centre of the chamber.

A man walked into the chamber through a heavy steel door, flanked by two others. Each of them had silver hair, each done up in different styles. The one in the centre had a shock of silver hair, quite short, barely reaching the back of his neck. The female on the right had long hair that went far beyond her shoulders, a contrast to the backless black dress she wore. It almost looked like she was attending a funeral.

The man on the left had quite long hair, the fringe concealing one of dark purple eyes, the back going far beyond his neck, reaching the bottom of his shoulder blades. The two men wore deep black armour, highlighted by a symbol in the very centre showing a flaming eye with a knife straight through it.

The centre man looked at a small slit in the ground is dismay, the snapped golden hilt lay beside it.

"Our master has been vanquished, it seems." The woman muttered.

"Looks that way, Cocytus. What do you think Styx?" The man on the right questioned the centre man. Styx wore an expression of dark delight when he noticed who the female was, the one lying dead on the floor.

"I think that she could come in useful. Take her with us Acheron, leave the other one." Acheron stepped forward and picked up the corpse, moving her onto his shoulder. "Be careful with her, she's got some precious cargo on board." He nodded, and left.

"What are you plotting?" Cocytus raised an eyebrow at Styx.

"A great irony, my dear sister. Our master will live yet, but we must be patient. This will take quite a long time." He grinned at the man lying on the floor. "Fool." He laughed coldly and left, closely followed by Cocytus, leaving the corpse alone to it's silence.

The tides of time were now divided, and new events were unravelling...