Full Summary: Darkness Looms is based on an RPG site I started last week. It is based on Dragonball-Z with many Original Characters and places. Sito, who you'll meet in this first Chapter, is a genius Commander who leads a fleet of the strongest warriors ever known, to take control of all advanced races and planets. There's only less then a year left before he reaches Earth, will Earth's warriors be able to stop this oncoming threat with so little time to prepare?
AN: I know the Full Summary is kind of…well short, but believe me this story's awesome, I just need the time to transfer it from my brain onto a computer. Try and keep track of the new characters, they can pop out of nowhere because a lot of this is original. Please R&R this story, tell me what it's lacking, what it's overdoing. Etc. This first chapter is a little strange to read but I liked the way it sounded in my mind, so that's how I typed it down. Not all chapters are gonna be like this, unfortunately my brain doesn't work that way. So enjoy it while it lasts, hate it while it lasts, I don't care, just tell me what you think about it. .
Chapter 1: Thoughtful Darkness
"The four things which a violent life brings: it shrinks borders, it increases enmity, it destroys life and prolongs pains."
An ominous figure, slumped in an oversized chair stirs. A silver light, shining deep within his eyes, is the only luminance the room emanates. A cold draft shivers through the shadows and the light is gone for a moment as the mysterious man blinks. He is as still as the sounds around him, yet his mind wanders deeply through the vast void of thought. The pinpoint of silver moves for an instant as something draws his waking soul. A flicker moves through a lighted doorway, some yards before him, and disturbs our shadow's contemplation. He rises and commands the dark shape to make itself known in his presence. The door opens, streaming light into the dark room, forcing our figure to flinch.
"Pardon me Commander, but Dirrove calls for you." The soldier informs.
Our figure, now known and called forth is brought into focus with the surrounding light. A short but muscular man, in torn military garb with a pinch of spice. A black headscarf is tied around his right wrist, a golden ring in his left ear. Deep scars reflect the light off many locations; the most prominent around his left eye. Brown, hair spikes low off his sharp-featured cranium. He looks rigid and exhausted, as if he hadn't slept in months. His weariness was easily exposed, the soldier's news but a heavier burden.
"At ease, I shall be with him in a moment's time." The Commander replies solemnly.
The nameless soldier salutes and is off in a blur, long forgotten in the Commander's mind. Our shadow sighs, a whisper in the storm, of which the night will not grasp. He drifts into a lighted room, no larger then a closet and stands before his only equal. The stone water is cruel to him; he can bare himself no longer. His tired eyes and torn clothing is a disgrace, a sign of weakness, and that is a battle he refuses to lose. In anger he shatters the mirror, releasing his pitiless echo, into a pile of crimson soaked shards.
He regrets not the ground he has stained with his merciless bloodlust, or the galaxies he has torn from the darkening skies. Our figure began to chuckle, though unamused. He had somehow become weak, a trait he could not bare to tolerate. The innumerable amount of souls he'd broken had lead him to this? The endless stretches of wealth and power had given him nothing but what he feared most? He would not have it, strength was all he ever knew, weakness was for the enemy. Our shadow grins to himself; eyes alight with spite, and makes way to meet with Dirrove, the oldest bastard of them all.
AN: Hope you liked it! More coming soon…dun, dun, DUN!