This is the first chapter of the last story in The Story of Silence. I may be making another series but that has yet to be finished. There may be another side project or a full blown series, the first story called Circle of Hate. Also, there will be an epilogue at the end that explains how everything happened because it can get confusing. Anyways, here we go.

The Sanctum

The stone corridors of the Sanctum were quiet and dark. The wind blew quietly threw. Suddenly, a burst of light came forth. It was from a candle and it cast dark shadows against the grey stone. In the corridors were several doors. The person holding the candle was a woman, young with dark blonde hair and merciless blue eyes. She was wearing a short green skirt and wore a white dress shirt with another white shirt underneath. She was looking at the door marked "History".

"I was a fool not to do this sooner." She said as she opened the door slowly.

The door opened smoothly, despite being made of solid stone. A draft of cold air blasted the woman as she crept into the room. It was a simple room. A bed with a young sleeping girl and a desk were several books and writing utensils were placed. The woman headed straight towards the desk and opened the book marked "Post Black Sun". She set the candle down and picked the book up and flipped to the last page. She smiled as she picked up a pen.

"How cruel. Life does not give me my best pieces until later on, however, things must move quickly." The woman said as she started to change the text in the book.

She wrote quickly and soon finished her deed. She snapped the book shut and put it down. She picked up the candle and was about to leave when she noticed the child was squirming in her sleep. She looked over at the child, emotionless.

"Sweet child, you have been cursed with the duty of history." She said as she walked out of the room and closed the door.

The woman couldn't help but let out a laugh as she walked back through the corridor. For she was the evilest and strongest of the evil gods. She was Evil herself.

A month after Toys Cant Die

Sara proved herself to be an able queen. She quickly learned from the mistakes of other rulers and made adjustments she knew would please everyone. Instead of taking the entire continent for herself, she split the continent among the guilds. For example, Makarov was made Viceroy of Fairy Tail and given a huge plot of land to govern. However, Illuminati got the largest and most powerful plot. That was Sara's way of thanking Illuminati for sheltering her when she was weak. Sara had become the most powerful human in the world in only a single month. Her empire stretched over several thousands of miles and the Southern and Eastern continents were her home ground. However, Sara ruled her vast empire from Arcana, which was the only city that the Garlan Consulate actually controlled. She sent her top general, Delon, to Pvelnia to control the army there and give news to her from there.

Among Sara's inner circle were 4 mages. Bellarmine, Archibald, Viannay and P.T. They were strongest of Sara's army of mages. Not much is known about them besides the fact that they serve as the personal bodyguard for Sara.

XX

However, dark times were approaching. People started to disappear and would be found the next day or two, dead. They didn't seem to die in pain and they had no wounds. Many people claimed that they survived something they called "The Dark Count of Gears". Others reported shadows that could scream and move on their own. Even more saw things vanish from thin air. Hundreds went insane from these strange things and no one had the answer. To make things worse, the dark guilds had forged an alliance once again. Many called it the Dark Trinity II. However, the dark guilds were allying themselves with a PERSON not a single guild. This person is only known as "Pariah". He commands a huge army of bandits and sends them to attack several cities.

XX

Things were fine besides these strange things until, the 5 stone tablets fell from the sky. Obviously man made, they carried a dark message of the destruction of this world. But how did all this fit together? Nobody knew the answer.

Gates of Arcana

Corporal Venny didn't like guard duty. He really didn't. Standing on top of the huge concrete walls that had recently been built did not suit him. So when he was watching the road, he didn't pay attention much to the old drunk man coming down the road. Until he started screaming up at him.

"You fools! Heed my warning! The Black Sun will return again!" shouted the old man, obviously nuts.

Venny just looked at the old man, a bored look on his face. Another drunk man. He waved his rifle at him.

"Bugger off! This is a restricted zone!" he shouted.

It was true, Arcana was only accessible to the army and high ranking officers. Not even the Viceroys were allowed in the city. Archibald had set this rule when he received a rumor that the killings were targeting Sara. But the old man kept dancing around.

"Wee hoho! Hee hee! The Pariah shall return again!" the man said randomly as he fell on the ground.

Venny almost dropped his rifle. Did that man just say "Pariah"?

"Oi! Tell me about this Pariah!" he shouted.

The man smiled and looked up at him. His smile was crooked and filled with yellow and broken teeth. The man suddenly disappeared. Venny fell back in alarm and peeked over the concrete ledge. The body of the old man could be seen, blood flowing. Where in the world had he gone? Venny was about to ring the alarm he turned around to see the old man standing right in front of him. The old man grabbed Venny's neck and shoved him off the battlements, sending him to his death.

"Caahahahahahaa!" the old man laughed as he suddenly disappeared again.

Venny never returned to his barracks and his body was never found.

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"The world has long forgotten the dark nightmares. The Black Sun kept everyone in line, but when it disappeared, people started to forget. It seemed as if evil had abandoned the world."

…

"People that stop evil things from happening are called heroes. People who cause them to happen are called villains. But are they really? They are indirectly giving the hero a chance to become a hero! Villains are the true heroes. They have been forgotten by history. Forgotten by people. They dismiss us as legend or folk tales."

….

"I plan to change that. I plan to change everything. The people of this world must remember nightmares of the old world!"

There you go. I hope you liked it! FF