Prologue

(A/N: Hey guys, it's me again. Anyways, I guess I am writing this fanfic. Huh, go figure. Any who, this is about a group of awesome people, who were thought to be dead, reunite once again to find The Big Four and saver their corrupted world. This'll mostly be about OC's but trust me, it will be awesome. Enjoy!)

(Story Begins)

The sky was dark. And all you could see was a boy with a flaming scythe, falling, while slicing through horses made of black sand with yellow eyes. The black sand horses were the manifestation of fear itself.

The boy swung his scythe in a wide arc with surprising strength, sending a wave of flames in a crescent shape. The crescent shaped flames slammed into the black sand, turning them into glass horse statues. With a grunt, he landed on the ground with a roll and stopped as the horses made contact with the ground and shattered completely behind him.

He sighed in relief and leaned against the wall, panting. He was covered in cuts and bruises, but he'll live through it.

'Its official' the boy in question thought, '...we lost'. With a grunt, he stood up and hefted his scythe on his shoulders and ran down the destroyed street. The street wasn't the only thing that wasn't destroyed. Buildings, stores, homes, everything.

'It was our job to protect the world from Darkness' he jumped over a destroyed car, 'to be the last line of defense if The Big Four failed' from under the car, a pillar of black sand shot into the sky, knocking him into the ground.

'As you can tell, that rarely happened'

The scythe wielder looked in shock as the pillar took the form of a creature he had no idea he was capable of creating. The creature was as big as a house and a tail as long as a bus. It's head looked like a horse with razor sharp teeth sticking out past his lower lip. It's eyes were amber yellow.

This was a dragon! A dragon made out of nightmares!

'Seriously?! Horses I probably get but...' the boy thought, 'who has a nightmare about dragons?!'

(Line Break)

"AHHH!"

A boy screamed as he shot up from his bed. He breathed heavily as he looked around his surroundings.

Darkness. That's all you can see. The only light you can get from in here is the fear-o-meter, which is glowing yellow. It feeds off the fear within the room.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

He gave another yelp as his alarm went off, causing the meter to grow brighter. He groaned and got up to go to the bathroom and tool a shower. As he wiped the steam off the window, he looked at his reflection.

He had a tired and blank look on his face. His pale yet well built lean body and black hair was now damped with water, and his onyx black eyes had hints of red, due to exhaustion. He smiled to inspect his abnormally sharp canines. He reached into the cabnit and took out yellow eye drops.

He braced himself as he put both drops onto his eyes. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. 5 minutes later, he looked in the mirror with a blank look as the white in his eyes were now yellow.

He made his way to his room and put on a pair of black dress pants and black dress shoes.

"Gee, what should I wear today" he said sarcastically to himself as he held up a black long sleeve shirt in one hand, and a black short sleeve in another "black with black or black with black"

The fear-o-meter makes a buzz noise and opened a department, much to the boys' despair.

He quickly sinks to one knee as black sand began to dispense from the department and take form of a horse! The sand horse stalks towards the now cowering boy while blowing steam out of its nose.

"What did you say young man" a British voice said through the horse!

"Nothing, Lord Pitch Black" he said as he was backed against the cold wall.

"Your lying"

"I'm not, I swear" he stuttered.

"Hmm...your name is Shawn Kaijira, yes"

"Yes my lord" the boy, Shawn Kaijira, said averting his eyes away from the horses'.

"This is your first offence, correct"

"I believe so"

"I suppose I could let you off with a warning" Shawn mentally sighed in relief, "however you must be reminded that one mustn't lie"

Shawn's eyes widened. It wasn't because of the punishment, it was because he could practically hear him grinning. But before anything could happen, his bedroom door busted wide open.

The black sand horse looked to see an old man in his late 50's standing at the door holding a grey card with the word "PASS" on it.

"It's alright my lord" he said, his voice filled with power, "he has a pass"

The horse then stalked towards the old man, but he showed no fear, "According to the rules; your rules, that if a citizen commits a crime and/or treason, a family member older than 50 can use a card to pass. Am I wrong"

The horse got into the old man's face breathed steam but he didn't falter, "What is your name, old man"

"Randal Flare XIV"

"Randal Flare" Pitch scoffed, "I'll be keeping a close eye on you"

The horse snatched the ticket, quite rudely and melted back into sand. The sand then flowed back into the fear-o-meter.

Randal let out a sigh of relief and turned towards Shawn, "You OK kid"

"Ah" Shawn said as he got up, "thanks grandpa"

*WHAM*

"GUAAH" Shawn cried out in pain and clutched his comedic bump on his head, "what the hell was that for"

"For getting into trouble" he said as he massaged his knuckles, "besides, what did you do to piss off the horse off""

"Oh Shawn"

Shawn thought that his grandpa was going to scold him or hit him again, but instead he did the exact opposite. He embraced him into a hug.

"I'm proud of you for being brave" he whispered in his ear so the fear detector couldn't hear him, "but next time, call me, OK"

Shawn frowned slightly before throwing on a fake smile, "Yes grandpa"

"Good" he said as he pulled away. "Now" he said as he slapped his shoulders and walked out the room, "finish getting dress. You still have to go to school"

He let out a small sigh and looked out the window as he slipped on his long sleeve, 'Was my nightmare real...or is reality my nightmare'

He grabbed his (surprise surprise) black backpack and closed the door, leaving it in darkness.