Hello there, my name's Zacaro! And this story is focused on Lu/Ciel, the brave Duo of Elsword!
The story will be long, deep and complicated, you have been warned.
Also, for the first half of this story, it will be told in the first person view of either Lu or Ciel. After that, the story will continue in the third person.
And the story will include all the other fighters and they will be an important part of the story too. The Elgang will learn together, fight together, and grow together.
I hope you enjoy the preview, and if you do, try giving the story a shot! I'll try my best to not disappoint! C:
Is this...is this the end...?
Is this where it ends for me?
Am I...am I dying?
My consciousness is...fading...ever so slowly...it's fading...
My legs can support me no longer, they give up weakly and I collapse onto my bruised back My entire body goes numb, so incredibly numb that I can no longer endure the excruciating pain in my chest, the unbearable pain of bleeding out. Is someone shouting? Is someone calling my name? I can faintly hear distant screams and cries for my name, but who would call for me? There's no one I know that would be bothered if I died. Perhaps it's the voices of the afterlife, perhaps my time truly is up. I...I don't want it to end here, not here, and definitely not like this, not by the hands of a demon. I don't want to die. I don't want to. It happened all too suddenly. The hole in my heart won't stop pumping out my crimson-coloured blood onto myself like a deadly blanket.
I cannot let myself die now, I finally have someone to live for, to fight for, to protect. My eyes are becoming more heavy...no...no...please...no. Please don't let me die like this. Lying like a weakling on the cold, unsettling ground in the middle of a battlefield, I can't hear the shrieks of agony from the innocent people anymore, and the deep growling of the demons gradually begin to wash away too. All my attention is now focused at the last thing I'll ever see, the bright, white moon. Its elegant, majestic light pours down on me from above. I never realized it until now, just how beautiful the moon was with all of its shine. It has so much light, so much life.
With whatever strength was left in my arms, I raise my right hand and stretch it out, hoping to grab it. Desperately holding out for it, for it to fall into my hand and give me its light.
Then the feeling in my arms leave me too, it flops to the ground without my knowledge, and all I'm left to do is simply stare sadly at it now and allow the weight squeezed down on my eyelids to forcefully close my eyes.
And like any human being with no light left in them, I died.
N-no, am I dead...? I'm not sure anymore, I can no longer feel my own blood gush through my veins, nor feel the comforting sensation of my heart beating, so this must be death, right? I'm stuck in some kind of room, an empty void filled with absolute nothingness. Just empty space for as far as the human eyes can see. A bright, blinded light flashes painfully into my eyes, wait…I can still see light?
"Ciel? Ciel?! Ciel, can you hear me?" A soft, angelic voice whispers to me.
A young, innocent girl wrapped in bright light stands in front of me. Those horns...that face...it's hard to make out, she's so bright, but I think I recognize her, it's the one I saved. The girl with no memory, the one who stayed with me and let me take care of her, the one who gave me the sense of purpose.
"Ciel...I bought us a bit of time..." She says while smiling to me.
"...I remember now, I finally remember everything. My name, who I am, my past, Ciel, you're dying. There's little to no time left for you, I can bring you back, you'll have to leave half of your humanity behind anyway, but I can still save you."
"What? You can still…save me?" I manage to stutter.
"Yes. If you want me to. But our souls will be connected for life, and you'll be forced to stick by my side and follow me to the very depths of Hell if you have to. It's your choice, Ciel."
The light emitting from her is quickly fading...she's right...we don't have much time left. She lifts her little, faint hand and holds it in front of me. She...wants me to...take it...
She stares at me desperately, tears forming around the edge of her large, round eyes. She sniffs weakly and weeps softly at the end of each word that she pleaded.
"Please, you're the only thing I have left. Status, honor, power. I've lost everything. Before the embers of my life go out...will you...
…become my royal strength?"