Beginning will not be related to the world of The Inheritance Cycle at all, but it's a necessary introduction.

This will have major spoilers of Inheritance, you've been warned.

This story will contain some swearing but I will attempt to contain myself, you've been warned.

Sylver can be slightly sadistic at some times, you've been warned.

Prologue: My Name

The world was dark to Sylver Shadows as he felt his mind being torn at its seems. His thoughts were filled with hundreds of memories, but his mind was dominated by four thoughts. Each thought clung to his brain and asked for every scrap of energy it could provide but yet none could take full hold of his thoughts and he failed to focus on any single idea.

Sylver's mind raced as his head ached and he reverted to going through facts. The most obvious was his name: Sylver Shadows. He had silver hair, a result of a fight gone astray; his eyes were a startling dark shade of green. His mind fell upon his favorite color, a dark blue that he could not remember the name of. Soon he began to recreate himself.

Sylver's mind was suddenly filled with the sensations he knew to be fact. He could fell the soft grass under his being, clothed in simple black clothing covered in elegant silver armor adorned with gems. He could feel a bracer on his right wrist that hummed as if alive. As he tried to listen his mind was once again assaulted by his own thoughts and he went back to facts

Sylver's mind wandered to his birth, he was human, or he was. He contained abilities the nature of which eluded him at the moment. His only memory of these abilities was of flashes of colors, every color known to the eye and even some not. His family was nonexistent as if he was never born, but yet he remembered aging for a time. As soon as his mind began to wander into his teen years the memories became jumbled and suddenly Sylver found himself yet again trying to remember who he really was.

Sylver Shadows was now anything but human. He may have once been considered such but no longer. Not with the physical changes he had gone through and most definitely not with the mental changes. He had renounced his humanity, the exact reason he could not remember, and gained a great power and curse. This curse also eluded him.

Sylver felt the ruffled of feathers against his back and suddenly his mind cleared. He was Sylver Shadows, a descendant of a long dead organization and race. He was Sylver Shadows, harbinger of death, peace, love, life, and war. He was Sylver Shadows, the last remaining member of The Archangels. He was Sylver Shadows and he could not remember any more.

Sylver's mind was finally clear and he opened his eyes to be met with the sight of a starry sky. The sky looked so different, but Sylver could not comprehend why. The stars looked out of place, but he attributed it to the amnesia.

Sylver placed one hand to the ground pushed himself up, and once he was standing he checked that all his armor and clothing was in place. He then felt his left hip for his sword, Ripple. When his fingers fell upon its hilt he felt at ease. Nothing comforted him more than the fell of the sword.

"Who's there," Yelled a voice. Sylver turned in a circle but saw no one. Slowly he scanned the area more cautiously this time until his eyes fell upon a boy of no more than eight years. He was dressed in a mismatch of clothing and he held a small rusted dagger in hand.

"I could ask the same," Yelled Sylver back. The sound of his own voice startled him, it sounded somewhat older than he remembered.

"I'll be asking the questions," Yelled another voice, this one much older and familiar to Sylver. He didn't know how but he knew this voice.

"Who are you, you sound familiar," Yelled Sylver placing one hand on his left shoulder where he had a second blade.

"Don't do anything stupid," Whispered the voice in his ear as Sylver felt cold metal touch his back, or wings.

"I wasn't planning on it," Sylver responded before unfurling his black wings in a display of power, whoever was behind was sent sprawling and Sylver leapt high in the air before flying towards the horizon. His inner compass compelled him towards the north.

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