The ownership of the beings; Saturos, Menardi, and Alex, does not belong to this unfortunate being but to the clan of Mars and the clan of Mars's creators. All hale Nintendo/Camelot. I rule my own Senriou, Veiron and Siotus. This is as it should be.
Though one is permitted to dream, no?
One Last
By Senriou of Veiron
Chapter#1
Ending
Dashing across the darkening sky a ray of flame. Heating the doomed world below it. Those in Xian would call this a beautiful omen of bad things to come. To the eyes of Fuschin Temple; a foreboding of the nature of four. And to all else not blessed with the gift of psynergetic foresight…
Dragon; powerfull force to all known races. Bless this land of Weyard it does, greatly, in powerfull form and dance of its flames that give us heat. Be it not just Mars that bring us this entity but the other three as well. Weyard, only witness to that of the Mars Clan beast. Soon Alchemies creations rise to the Mercury. And let the two forces clash to birth us Sol and Luna. But darkness taketh the first and only opposite sacrifices may awaken…
Just as the Mars's Phoenix ignites from its ashes does the dragon arise from its cage. And the force in which it does free its soul do scare all that laid it to rest. But only a one force in its own can breach the rising flames. Watch does the world as Geysers burst through Volcanoes.
And the smoke cleared. What left; the barren wasteland of betrayal. They had traveled hard and long. Fighting, foes vast. Strong. But this all accounted for only one ending. Annihilation. Inevitable. Inescapable. Impossibly undeniable. Quite frankly, utter chaos was what ensued…
Menardi tiredly treaded the tattered wasteland before her crimson eyes. Ashen-dust rose from holes burnt in ground, hot rock scorching everything around its vicinity. A land, broken, bent, slaughtered, and destroyed. This is what the Wise One had tested to prevent, and what they welcomed to stop and had failed. It had all come down to it. The Dancing flames had risen. Had traced the path of the betrayer…
"So this is Siotus's realm, no?" Saturos stepped up to the spiraling staircase of blue ice. Menardi proudly beside him.
"Only we could have come this far." she said. She looked around her at the surrounding land, cloaks flailing about Saturos and herself as the wind rushed past them determined to send them aback.
"Its freezing here. Lets get this over with, shall we." Saturos took Menardi's snow-white hand in his own. Born as two, then side by side as doubles, only to have fallen as two halves, just to be reborn singular. Saturos looked to his left Menardi's warm eyes staring back into his own.
"Its only what we can do now." she said to him her soft voice distant. Then she took a step towards the unending stairs.
"Yes, Our only choice is to go, once again." He, too, took a step ahead.
"As both." They nodded. There was a jolt and a sudden burst of wind as they made their way up the uncaring path as fast as only the fated could go...
One last climb.
One last leap.
One last fading memory.
Two bodies fell to the tile before an orb of glowing Venus. Its light shimmering on a man and lady who both had faces of calm and welcome. On them the thick clothes of a northern civilization and feral weapons at their sides. Both on the ground fallen together, a slit at each palm of a smooth white. There was a silent tear trailing its path down the woman's face. Her curly-red hair entangled in the lengthy blue strands of the other. His stray hand looking toward the pit hiding under the earthen beacon.
Raging clouds stormed about the skys. Their happy furies sending torrents of lightning to flash around the lighthouse. The darkness of the clouds engulfing the land, swallowing all light. Blackness for miles of relentless clouds. Below this, sand twirled downwards in spirals tracing a jagged line of destruction from the point of Venus Lighthouse to the forest lands beyond. Events continued for some time, until they simply did not.
The aerie glowed in a golden light that dispersed across the sky melting the clouds to a misty haze. Light flooded the deprived land, its greens brightened in joy.
Fire sparked from the beacon, it flickered stronger by the second until it had grown huge into a blaze that lit the entire sky, brighter than the sun, when it was night. It suddenly died down till it was no more higher than 7ft. The flames swirled around themselves shifting in it their colors of intensity. White faded to blue, it bleeding to a solid orange-red. Oddly the left side of the fire shifted to cold colors. More permanent as the flames died on its reaching blue-purple. It condensed, two thin figures evident in its shape. The flames fluttered out of existence and two figures fell were previous ones lied, now missing.
They hit the tiles creating a crack as the worn ones broke underneath the new weight. There was a sharp breath of air, then a sudden cough. Menardi weakly stood up staggering slightly. Saturos was crouched on his knees pinching his hand to wonder ifhe was real or not. He leapt up strongly cape flutering lightly in the breeze. What had happened? The aerie looked as completely intact as it had been before the battle. There were no signs of any conflict or injustice. No stains of crimson seeping in-between the cracks of the tile. No chipped or completely shattered statues. All was well… And they were standing. Alive.
"I suppose this might be the afterlife, who knows what it really is." Said Menardi who was facing the distance toward the fluffy clouds. It was a bright morning. Happy in its brilliant darkness.
"If it were, Menardi, then why do I sense Alex?" She turned to look at him.
They turned at a noise.. the beacon was glowing red.
Its probly not that long, but please R&R. I only continue if I know someone is reading it. I need to see a review to know that they are. Oh, in case it was confusing, the first scene is the present, the lighthouse ext the past. The story will be written in the past as the present, untill it reaches the plot of this present. I hope you get that.
Ne way. I hope you enjoyed. And I want you to review. Got it memorized? Well? Do you? Come on now.