Within the shadows of a mountain, two children not more than the age of 10 and 11 walk around.. Seemingly lost within the mountain side... scared.. Of what not is known, of what is to come.. They take the help of a old man to help them find there way .. But then are trapped within his lab.. to forever be changed... they hear his mumbling of past defeats.. Of loses beyond their comprehension, just before their time... although it has been many years since then this old man of which his name is never told... he still harbors hatred for a boy that defeated it all... this boy.. This is what made him do this to those children...
Many years have past since then those children have grown, changed.. In many different ways.. Not human anymore but something else... due to this one child they, this things to this man, have been made.. Failed experiments... so many memories of the past, even from just recent years gone. All that they have known, except for each other.. Has been lost... and the old man and boy will pay.. For all that has happened to them he will pay.. For they are not the weak little children they once were. They have more power even then what the boy had, and more than old man can control... these cold eyes... this cold feeling.. This is all they need to feel... and for what they once were is a shameful thought.. And this power they now harbor, contained within metal, infinite power.. All for them, these children of hate, these lost children.. These cold souls.. Have become only a peace to what is needed.... and the old man will finish the puzzle...
Many years have past since then those children have grown, changed.. In many different ways.. Not human anymore but something else... due to this one child they, this things to this man, have been made.. Failed experiments... so many memories of the past, even from just recent years gone. All that they have known, except for each other.. Has been lost... and the old man and boy will pay.. For all that has happened to them he will pay.. For they are not the weak little children they once were. They have more power even then what the boy had, and more than old man can control... these cold eyes... this cold feeling.. This is all they need to feel... and for what they once were is a shameful thought.. And this power they now harbor, contained within metal, infinite power.. All for them, these children of hate, these lost children.. These cold souls.. Have become only a peace to what is needed.... and the old man will finish the puzzle...