The rings of chaos, the chains of pain…
First, is the conqueror who leaves the worlds in
vain,
Second, is the maestro, who walk's the line of evil and
good,
Third, is the lord, who is lost in the dark, his mission
misunderstood
Fourth, is the king, by whom people will receive a
blessing
All four within one, supreme power possessing.
If they
are locked in one, chaos will come,
That is how the legend sung.
If conquered by
one, he will be a master of hearts,
And by this legend, the story starts…"
Prologue.
" Why
did I listen to him?" – was the thought inside his head. Too weak
to even move inside his space pod, his mind was covered in thick fog,
through which many thoughts were racing in and out of his attention.
Focusing on trying to remember the events that had happened just
about ten minutes ago, he flinched. The window of his pod was facing
his world, which was getting smaller with each passing minute. "There
were so many of these things… so many…" – he whispered to
himself. The only thing he remembered now was the screams of his
people, as they charged into battle. He was one of the first people
to spring into action when the attack happened. He heard someone
screaming for help, someone screaming to get children into the pods
and out of this planet. There was panic everywhere; the men were
trying to protect the women and the kids. "They were being
massacred, and I couldn't do anything about it…" This thought
added to the amount of pains, which were surging through his body –
physical and emotional. His race of people were born supreme
fighters, fighting was like their sixth sense, but still, they were
getting overpowered by numbers of strange creatures who came from the
darkness and shadows. He remembered his father, a legendary fighter -
Spartus, yelling at him to get inside the pod. He wanted to continue
to fight, like other people did, but his father's words always
brought sense to his rash decisions.
- You must go now son!
Father
I must help, were being attacked, all the men…
- All the men
are fighting, you are only 15, also you are badly injured, you did
your best son, now you must go!
- I am not leaving without you.
- Listen to me; get inside the pod and go, other children are going
also.
- I am not a child, I can still fight…
- Don't
interrupt me! I don't know who will survive and who will win, but
there are things you must do in your life that you need to live for.
I already did the things I wanted to, I've became a hero, I've
met the gods and… I've met your mother.
The old man's
eyes started to tear when he remembered his first love, his only
love, the boy's mother. He looked at his son, finding the
resemblance of his mother was not hard, he had her eyes. The same
eyes he longed so much for when he first met her. He gave the boy a
bracelet that his wife gave to him during her last minutes of life.
- Go now and remember, listen carefully to the voices inside
your heart, because the quiet one has the most to say.
Those
were the last words his father said before launching the pod. He saw
a few other pods scatter into different directions. "Roxanne, I
wonder if she is in one of them…" A faint thought went by in his
head. He was almost unconscious from the tiredness and the battle
wounds. He couldn't even input the coordinates of where to go.
"Let destiny lead the way, it already brought me here, who knows
what it will do to me next." The destiny's answer to that came
shortly. A sight that was forever imprinted inside his memory like a
burn mark on his skin. His precious world, his only home exploded.
He saw it clearly through the smoke. It was the brightest explosion
he ever saw. He felt like destiny just spit in his face, laughing at
him, punishing him for not staying with the others, but fleeing like
a coward. With horror in his eyes, uncontrollable tears started
rolling down his face. "I would rather die fighting with them".
He squeezed tightly the item his father cherished the most when he
had it – a shiny silver key, small key that his father gave to him
on his last birthday. Where was the key from and what was its
purpose did not occur to him and he didn't care, because it was
the last piece of his father that still remained with him. He was
watching his world explode into a shining golden heart and then
scatter into billions of pieces and finally disappear. Tears kept
rolling his stone cold face and with the last grip of conscience he
whispered, " Father, I'm sorry… I will never fail you…
again…"
