Hello! Thank you for visiting my story. I hope you enjoy it! However, before we move on, let me add a few things.

Summary

The universe breathes. It is a constant cycle which never fails to cease. The same is said for myths. There is a connection between science and legend, though many deny it. Sometimes you just have to let go in order for things to make sense. It's a spiritual journey.

Everybody learns to fly sometime. Few pass the sky into another realm. Those who do sometimes fail to come back, for those who venture further experience things one could never imagine. Fate is on your side, but only if you want it to be. You choose your destiny, and you paint your future. Only you can make it through the shards of ice that try to destroy you.

Sometimes things seem hopeless, and other times it feels like everything is lost. Yet, if you fight through it and soar through the cosmos, then you can do anything.

Another thing, sometimes I'll interrupt the story like this:

Hey! Listen!

and I'll insert a song in here

Most likely all of the time the song will be a YouTube link. The songs usually won't contain lyrics because I'm trying to set it as background music. I'm sorry if you don't like the song - you don't have to listen to it (obviously).

DISCLAIMER!

I do NOT own any of the music I link to my story! All songs belong to their correct owners!

Furthermore, I will be updating this every few days or so. It takes me a while to write the rough drafts, (I usually write them during school)editing them, and then typing them.

That's pretty much all I have to say. One more thing - reviews are much appreciated! :D

Hey! Listen!

www . youtube watch ?v=pmIXD4NSfmw

Prologue

Ashes in the Air

It was the first time he had seen fire.

Flames increased once they brushed against any foliage that was in proximity while tinted mist choked the air. Giant trees, of which he once called home, fell with a crack and a roar once the sparks touched their dry and rough bark. Small flying drones zipped through the sky while projecting metal shards at innocent people. Large tanks equipped with deadly weapons shot toxic bombs in houses, preventing escape to the denizens inside. Midnight colored aliens dashed after running pedestrians and tore them apart, soon after feasting on the carcass. Those who were hit by bullets fell to the floor with a cry, crimson liquid pouring from their wound. Then they lay still.

He had woken up to the smell of smoke – not a very pleasant smell at that, but he was lucky it wasn't the poison instead. Coughing, the young boy rolled over and fell to the floor in a mess. He was so confused – oh, so confused. It was then he caught sight of a figure sprinting into his room. He heard is name being called over and over, and he choked out:

"Mommy?"

The woman immediately ran over and took her disoriented son into her arms, sprinting without a moment's hesitation out of the room. As she ran, the mother tried her best to calm her son. Soft coo's escaped her lips, but her eyes told something else to the boy.

The two ran down a set of stairways, occasionally having to dodge fire that cracked through the wood of the house or avoid frantic people that also tried to escape. When they reached the bottom, a frenzy of people ran in every direction in hopes to find an exit. The woman called out for her husband, and her call was answered by a man in the back of the room. He quickly ushered the two to exit through the door he was at. The mother and her son quickly ran to the exit.

However, it was not quick enough.

A wooden pillar that had its hinges burned off fell and struck the mother in the back. She cried out and fell, breaking the grip she had on her son. The young boy toppled outside just before his entire home fell to ashes. Horrified, the boy turned around only to see a large tank heading his way. It nearly ran him over, but the child managed to roll out of the way. When the vehicle passed, the youth could see more clearly what kind of Hell he stepped into.

The child stared at the drones shooting the people he had grown up with, and watched in horror as their blood spurt from the bullet wound when they fell to their death. He looked at the giant drones running over the village and blowing up anything in sight. He scanned the sky and caught sight of jets zipping through the air and dispersing fire onto the tree's and foliage. He viewed midnight-colored aliens – hybrids of demons and monsters – rip apart people and eat them alive. The whole scene was too much – it was all too much.

The young boy wept at the sight. He had never seen such a thing, and he was scared. He didn't understand. Why was this happening? What had they done to deserve such a thing?

The boy buried his head in his arms and cried. Where was he supposed to go? Who would help him? Was he going to die?

When the child looked up he met a heart-stopping sight. A man, all dressed in black, sauntered calmly throughout the chaos, delighted at the massacre and destruction in front of him. Two of the midnight demons walked beside him; one on each side. The young boy trembled violently. He felt helpless, weak, and defenseless. He was ashamed that he felt as though he didn't have the power to protect himself, although his father would teach him how to fight all the time. Yet, most of all, the young boy felt frightened beyond belief.

Especially when the man looked at him.

The boy's heart seemed to stop and his eyes widened. Small breaths barely escaped ajar lips as he met eyes with the leader of the massacre. Red eyes bore into his blue ones, and, in that moment, it felt as though he understood everything. He felt as though he knew the other man – that he had seen him before. He just wasn't sure when.

The man smirked at the pitiful youth in front of him. He turned so his entire form was facing the child, making sure this image was etched into his mind so that, in the boy's final moments, he would remember what he had seen. So far the day had been beautiful. Yes, it was a beautiful day indeed.

What seemed like hours was actually mere seconds; how long the two stared at each other. With a jerk of his head, the leader of the massacre ordered the two aliens next to him to attack the child. The midnight creatures seemed to shriek in delight – each cry of theirs in unison and echoing – as they sprinted towards their feast.

Gasping, the young boy crawled deep into the bushes behind him, though he knew his escape was futile. Blue eyes widened once the aliens grew close, and tears slipped past as the midnight creature leapt at him . . .

A bullet struck the creature in the neck, and a knife buried itself in its head. The other demon whirled around, hissing at the person who killed its twin.

A man with blonde hair jumped in front of the child, quickly killing the other alien. Gritting his teeth, he turned his head slightly. "What are you waiting for!?" He shouted over the chaos. "Run!"

At first the boy was hesitant, but at the last command he turned and ran. He ran into the woods he was so used to traveling in. He ran away from the chaos and war. He ran away for his life, but also because his father told him to do so.

The boy didn't consider the possibility of seeing his father again, because he already knew what was going to happen. His mind was racing and the picture of the man responsible for . . . everything . . . was still fresh in his mind. The boy's legs and midsection began to ache and his lungs desperately tried to get air, but the boy didn't care. He just wanted to get away; to pretend this nightmare never happened.

But he couldn't.

The flames began to diminish as he got further and further away. He was almost gone. Just a few more steps and then –

Hey! Listen!

www . youtube watch ?v=lmAQTTaDkGs

(Ignore the lyrics, haha xD)

One of the midnight creatures emerged from the trees. However, this one was different from the others. A robotic warrior rode atop the demon, and they intersected and got in the youth's way. The young boy crashed into them, and all three toppled down the steep cliff that was a few feet away. Both parties received cuts as they tumbled down the hill until they reached a stop at the river.

Growling, the midnight creature caught its coordination before leaping at the boy. The child barely dodged a gash on his neck, but slipped and received a cut on the arm. Crying out, the child ducked and avoided another swing of the claws. By then, the warrior had gotten back onto the demon. It seemed to laugh at the child's pitiful attempt to avoid the attacks. The robot pressed a button on its forearm and a large scythe emerged from the scales under the robot's armor. It grabbed the weapon in one hand and took hold of the reigns to the demon in the other. With a crack of the reigns, the demon charged at the young boy.

Stumbling, the youth jumped out of the way and began running in loops and crazy patterns. The scythe swung throughout the air, cutting tree bark and other vegetation, but never but delicate skin. Annoyed, the warrior proceeded to press another button, and this is when the child caught his chance. With a yell, the boy flung himself at a tree trunk and flipped off of it, miraculously landing atop the robot's shoulders. Small hands dug themselves into the robot, prying off any circuitry it could find.

The warrior grabbed the back of the boy's neck and flung him down onto the ground. The demon pinned him down with its claws and set its teeth on the neck. The child cried out in agony and grabbed the head of the demon and tried to keep it away from him. Teeth sank into his arm and fingers many times, but the boy kept on fighting. As he was fighting, however, the robotic warrior took its scythe and swung it into his midsection. Pain shot through the young boy immediately and he spat blood. This encouraged the demon's lust for blood and it pushed harder to get it. The young boy became very desperate to try and escape. He reached for rocks that lay on the ground and banged them against the demon's head, though to no avail.

"I'm going to die . . ." The boy thought.

The scythe buried itself deeper and the boy's vision got fuzzy.

"I'm going to die . . . !"

The demon got ever closer, and blood soaked the child's shirt and floor beneath him. He banged harder on the midnight creature's head, squirming around in an attempt to get out.

"I . . . I can't die . . ."

The robot seemed to laugh at the child, and the boy could see its glowing red eyes piercing into his. Fire began to emerge from the trees ahead.

"No . . . I can't die . . . I'm not going to!"

The boy grabbed two rocks and pushed them deep into the alien's eyes. The creature stumbled back and the youth kept pushing. The creature hissed in annoyance and swiped his claws, leaving three cuts on the boy's face. With an agonized cry, the child grabbed the alien's neck and leaned his body weight onto it.

"GET OFF OF ME!" He shrieked, pushing the creature onto the floor and trying to strangle it. The warrior had flipped off of the creature and, with a press of a button, turned its other arm into a gun. It targeted the young boy and pressed the trigger. Yet, would fate have it, the demon had regained control and flipped the boy onto the floor instead. So, the demon took the blast in the head. It fell into the river, dead.

The child's head whipped around to the warrior, and then to the scythe – now stained with his blood – on the floor. He figured it had been dropped when he pushed the alien over onto the floor. The robot saw the eye movement and both ran to the scythe. However, the boy got there first.

The child picked up the scythe and swung it over at the robot with an attack cry. The warrior seemed to narrow its eyes as it lifted an arm to block the scythe. It analyzed the look in the child's eyes. Blue eyes seemed to burn with fire, but the robot did not know human emotions very well. It only took it as a sign that the fire was growing closer.

With a flick of its arm, the robot cast away the scythe, nearly toppling the youth into the river. With another attack cry, the boy charged again, but this time he leapt to the side and struck the robot in the back. The warrior whirled the gun around at the same time, but when the youth hit it in the back the gun misfired and shot the boy in the foot instead. Still, it gave the warrior a better advantage. The robot grabbed the boy by the neck and picked him up. The child was undoubtedly a fighter; a very good opponent, at that.

With a kick, the young boy hit the robot in the arm and fell to the floor. He quickly recovered and jumped at the scythe that was still in the robot's back. Unfortunately, regaining the weapon wouldn't be so easy. The robot turned on its heel and sent another bullet flying, but the boy eluded the attack. From then on it was almost like a dance – the youth slipped in and out, all-the-while trying to get the scythe back while the robot fired bullets (and sometimes bombs) at the boy. It succeeded a few times, but for the most part it wasn't doing so well. Part of the reason was the fire was burning the circuitry – another was that it was missing circuitry.

Finally, the young boy managed to grab the scythe from the robot's back, but he did not get a chance to attack. Once the scythe was removed, the youth found the blade had disintegrated into the robot, reassembling itself and healing broken parts of the robot. Sweat began to trickle down the boy's forehead, due to the heat and fatigue. It was then the youth got an idea.

The robot walked straight to the youth, and again, it seemed as though everything was in slow motion. Fire cracked behind the warrior and made a wall of flames while the robot casually walked over to the boy, lifting up its gun to fire and kill once and for all.

The boy knew what he had to do.

With a final attack cry, the boy charged forward and pushed the robot into the flames with the scythe. He would have fallen victim to the flames as well, but the robot had fired and the gun hit the boy so hard in the shoulder that he flew back. The warrior's armor heated and blew, leaving the robot no more. Meanwhile, the boy had crawled as far away from the flames as possible. When the explosion occurred, it hit the child and he landed in the river.

Everything went black.

. . .

When the boy came to, he was washed up on the side of a bank. His entire body ached with pain and his stomach growled. The events that had occurred earlier flashed back in the boy's mind. For a moment, he cried right then and there. He had lost everything. He had lost his parents, his friends, his home, and almost his life. The child wasn't as scared anymore, but he was still uncertain. What trials would lay ahead for him? Could he survive? The young boy noticed it was nighttime, for the stars shone brightly in the black sky. Huge trees covered the forest floor, as well as blue glowing mushrooms that lay scattered about.

Standing up, the boy limped out of the water and onto land. He persisted forward despite his ragged form. The first thing he had to find was food, or shelter . . . whichever he crossed first. Yet, when the youth got about fifteen meters in, he heard the bushes around him rustle. Fear crossed his mind immediately. He had nothing to fend himself with and he was bleeding all over. Although his father taught him how to fight and his mother taught him how to survive, none had taught him how to heal himself. That was planned for when he was older.

So be it, however, a man dressed in drone armor appeared from the foliage. He had a helmet on and carried a gun with him. Armor lay over his body and bright blue lights swerved in intricate patterns all around his attire. He seemed to be searching for something.

When the man's brown eyes lay on the boy, the younger's first reaction was to freeze. Nonetheless, the crimson liquid exposed him easily. The man's eyes widened and so did his mouth. Quickly he shouted, "GUYS, COME OVER HERE! I THINK I FOUND ONE!"

The boy cringed at the man's loudness. It was sudden and frightening, almost like the attack . . .

Slowly, the man set his gun down. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said. "In fact, I'm here to help." The boy didn't believe this one bit. He took a step back. "No no!" The man put up his hands. "Please don't run away, child. Here, let me introduce myself . . ." The man sat down and smiled.

"My name is Rusl," He began. "What is yours?" The boy didn't say anything. This was expected, so Rusl continued. "I'm part of a special army force. We heard your village was besieged and we came to look for survivors. You must be one." This caught the youth's attention. He grew a little bit closer. The man gave a warm smile. "We've been searching everywhere for people. Do you know if anyone made it?" The boy frowned at the question and tears pricked his eyes. He shook his head, but shuffled a little closer.

Rusl's eyes widened once he saw the blood the boy was covered in. "What happened to you? You look really hurt. I can help you – come here." The man held out a hand. The boy looked at the hand and back to Rusl, waiting for something to happen. "I promise; I won't hurt you. I'm not your enemy. I just want to help." Rusl reassured, and the boy came a little closer.

Just then, three people emerged from the bushes behind Rusl. This startled the boy, and he retreated. Rusl held up a hand to signal the others to stop. "These are my friends." He said slowly, turning to see who was there. "They came with me to help." Reluctantly, the child came closer again, more so than the last times. Eventually, Rusl got the boy to come within a mere foot away from him. "It's ok. Come with me, and I'll help you." Tears fell down the boy's face. He couldn't take it anymore. He was so tired, and he was hurt all over.

The youth flung himself into Rusl's arms, sobbing all over. "It's ok, it's ok . . . don't cry . . ." Rusl attempted to soothe the child, though to no avail. "I w-want my p-parent's back! I-I want m-m-my friends back! I want to go home!" The child cried. "I know, I know . . ." Rusl murmured. "Child, what is your name?" He asked.

The boy sniffed and looked up. He appeared to have forgotten who he was. Everything had happened so quickly and violently that he had forgotten the simple things. At last, he remembered his name.

"Link." The boy replied. "My name is Link."

. . .

For the next few years Rusl took Link in as an "adopted child", and for a long time Link saw Rusl as a father. The boy was trained and taught how to fight, heal, protect, and much more. He worked his ways up the ranks until he reached the Special Ops Force, where he was successfully enrolled and began cooperating in undercover missions.

Meanwhile, the leader of the massacre never hoodwinked the boy that had fought the robotic warrior. He kept a close eye on him when he could, analyzing his every move. He had witnessed the battle between the child, alien, and robot through the warrior's eyes. The child was an indefinite fighter, a persistent warrior with great courage. The man knew history like the back of his hand, and he also knew that the legends spoke the truth all too well.

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