Legend of the Spirit Armor
Prologue
Silence. A thousand years of silence. This was all that the warrior had known since that fateful battle. The only sounds he would hear was his armor, when he moved, and his mournful sighs. He wished he had someone to talk to; another voice to keep him company. To keep him from going mad. He stood up straight when he heard something coming his way.
"Who's there? Who is it that comes this way?" the warrior asked, as he unsheathed his favorite weapon, a double-bladed broadsword. There was no answer.
"Who's there? Answer!" the warrior shouted, now starting to get a little nervous.
"You will soon find out, Hariel." An evil voice sneered, as dark tendrils shot out, lancing the warrior's shoulder and forcing him to drop his sword.
"Arago………………." Hariel gasped, as blood flowed freely down his arm and chest. As the evil one gloated over wounding the first Trooper, Hariel opened a portal and crawled through it, hoping against hope that he could reach the earth and warn the people there.
"Kaosu…………….please lend me the strength to reach the earth. I don't have the strength to make it alone." Hariel thought, before blacking out.