So while I try to actually write for my stories, I figured that I might as well put this here. Its a bit short but its more of a prologue.

Hope you enjoy the Writing

Comments and Criticisms welcome.

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Legends. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past.

Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness—creatures of destruction, the creatures of Grimm—set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void.

However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change. And in time, man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named "Dust."

Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness. And in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life.

But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone, darkness will return.

So you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so-called "free world," but take heed. There will be no victory in strength.

But perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten. Things that require a smaller, more honest soul.

Bah! A more honest soul? I've heard Elves be less vague than that! Pointy-eared layabouts.

What?

... Gnarl. What are you doing here?

I've come to set the record straight! All it is with you two is "Human Will this" and "Darkness that". You've both forgotten true Evil!

You know this... fellow, Salem?

He is just a nuisance. Ignore him.

Ha! I heard that! Just because I am older than both of you put together, doesn't mean I'm going deaf!

No, It just means you're going senile.

If you weren't so easy on the old eyes, I might have taken that personally.

What.

*snickers*

Laugh it up! At least I don't pretend that I need help walking.

Hey, It completes my image of the wise professor of Beacon.

If I had a coin for every fool that tried to appear wise then I'd have enough gold to buy at least five Dark Towers.

If you are going to say anything of importance then get it over with.

You of all people should know that legends are sometimes true. And I'm here to tell you that this story isn't to so with "Honest souls" as paradoxical as that is, or even "Darkness consuming everything". No. This story is about the continuation of a legend.

A long time ago, Long before the stupid peasants of the world decided to call it Remnant out of some misguided attempt at feeling sorry for themselves, there was a land of wonder and magic. It was a land of beauty and peace... before it was thankfully conquered and set fire to by a person of immense power and Evil. This man was known as, The Overlord. He was the most recent in a long line of Overlords, all great at spreading mayhem and dominating their enemies, and as his army of loyal minions pillaged and destroyed the sickeningly beautiful lands, he had stopped in thought. Why did people resist him? Why had no one wanted to be conquered? Why were they content in their lands of peace, disgusting rainbows and horribly sweet woodland creatures?

After many days of thought. The Overlord finally realised that it was because people were unhappy. He then tried everything to make the people happy with his total domination of their insignificant lives. He paid the people to ignore and tell him about trouble makers in his lands. He turned down proposals for silly things like "representation" and "Equality" because if he knew anything, It was that silly things like personal freedom only made people more upset. He had even burned down things called "slums" which seemed to make everyone, Including the people who lived in them, unhappy. None of this worked, ungrateful sots that they were, didn't appreciate the Overlord's efforts on their behalf. And so the Overlord finally concluded that if he couldn't make people happy, then he would have to make people stop being unhappy.

However, there was no way he could ever have enough minions to make sure that everyone was happy, all the time. And... However misguided the Overlord was, he wasn't one for leaving things as they were. So, after many suitably wacky and positively Evil adventures with his White haired sidekick, the Overlord finally found the solution. He had found a way to create an entire species of Dark creatures that were completely loyal to him and perfect for his needs. They were strong, fearless, endless and could sense the very unrest and fear in their enemies! These creatures were great at keeping the unruly peasants in line but unfortunately, the Overlord wasn't the best at naming things and so he had hired a ten-year-old child to name his new creations. At that moment, The child's imagination for destruction, mayhem, and Evil sounding names had failed him and could only think of what the "Grimm Overlord" had been nicknamed by the people in his lands.

And so, These creatures were forever known as "The Grimm".

Sigh. Does this story have a point to it?

Yes! Don't interrupt!

Now, where was I? Ah, yes...

Look, Gnarl. Skip to the point. We were in the middle of something here.

As much as I hate to agree with her, We were in the middle of something.

Fine! Ok, skip ahead a few generations, assassination, marriages and convoluted time travel and we get to the last Overlord. As he was dying, which was an unfortunately common occourance when it came to Overlords, The wizard who fought him cast a spell on the Overlord's family line and his very position as Overlord. The spell made it so that no member of his family would be able to pick up the Mantle of Overlord again and that unless they did, there would be no Overlord. Of course, this meant that the Grimm had no master and the infinite army of dark creatures did what they wanted and started killing people, knocking down houses and tearing up lawns for all time up to the current day, not that the good wizard had thought of it at the time.

*cough*

Either way, that was centuries ago and the Overlord has never arisen since, leaving the world to forget that they even existed in the first place. As if the world could just dismiss Evil as a bad dream, remembering unicorns and fairies but not the ones who set them on fire.

So why are you... No. No. You can't be serious.

Why are you saying that?

You can't be serious about that.

Oh, But I am. You see, this story isn't about small, honest souls or even about Darkness consuming humanity.
This story is about action, family, and Evil!

Because Evil Always Finds A Way.

Overlord: Remnant