A/N: IT IS HERE! My new story, "Phantom Prophecy", is finally entering the world of FanFiction. This is my second story, and I am extremely hyped to present you the first chapter in a completely new universe! This took quite some time to write, and I hope I will be able to release chapter 2 shortly. School is really hard at the moment, so I will try my best to cope with both things. Forgive me if I have some grammar issues, english isn`t my main language. But without further to do, here is my first chapter in my completely new story! Hope... you... enjoy!

Gonna have to warn you, Rated M for a reason!

Silence. Complete silence. The air was thick with fog, and the air felt fresher than ever. The silence was deafening. There were little to no sounds out here, in the wilderness. No gunshots, no machinery. No players. Only the bravest dared to enter the wilderness alone. It was the perfect mood for some bounty hunting. This player had been on the wanted list for several weeks already, and it was about time to collect the bounty. It was the perfect opportunity. The player had, for some reason, headed out into the wilderness, all alone. Maybe he was going to meet someone, and didn`t want anybody to follow him. I mean, who would? In the wilderness, everyone could kill you. It was an open PVP zone. The perfect place for a secret meeting. In addition, it just so happened to be my favourite place in the game. In the wilderness of GGO, I felt alive. I had this feeling of immense power surging through me, that I didn`t get anywhere else. The option to take a life. Well, not a real one, but you get my point. They call me "The Phantom". That`s because you never see me coming. I thrive in the shadows, silently waiting for an opportunity. The wilderness was my area, my domain. I never lose a target. And for this guy, this lonely fella just happened to be my next target.

I watched him as he ran through the thick forest, constantly running his face into branches. Typical noob-behaviour. No respect for the wilderness. He seemed to be in a hurry, as if this meeting was one of the most important meetings in his life. Little did he know, I followed right behind, constantly keeping an eye on him. I ran up in the trees, jumping from branch to branch. This was by far the best way of transport in the wilderness. All the monsters on the ground can`t catch you in the trees. Finally, the guy arrived at his meeting location. There was another person; standing with his back leaned against a large, oddly shaped rock.

"Did you get the package?" the other person said.

My guy answered with a quick nod. He reached for his back, grabbing hold of an object strapped onto it. This was my chance. Standing on a branch, I let my hand slide behind my back, taking a firm grip around the small iron cylinder. As I pulled it back up in front of me, the cylinder started taking the form of a black compound bow, with several attachments. A laser sight appeared, followed by a precision red dot scope. A quiver silently materialized on my back, filled with black arrows. I love the colour black. I grabbed hold of one of the arrows, placed it on the bowstring, and pulled backwards. The feeling of the bow bending made my heart skip a beat. I absolutely love that feeling. I dubbed my bow Fortune, for, well, good fortune. I aimed the red dot slightly above my guy`s head. He was busy trying to show the other person his thing, or whatever. I took a deep breath, and prepared to release the arrow. It would be a quick death. Nobody would hear him scream. The bow was super silent, so nobody would be able to see where the arrow came from. It would be another job well done. Maybe I could finally afford that awesome handgun I had seen in the gun store. I took another deep breath. Placed the red dot even closer to his head. And released the arrow.

-/Phantom Prophecy/-

A story by: TwistedFilms

The streets of "SBC Glocken" always smelled like a mix of motor oil and gunpowder. It was just something about the feeling you get when you walk into the giant, steampunk city. The game developers had really put their heart and soul into creating this as urban as possible. Glocken is, in reality, a huge spaceship that landed on Earth after a war. The entire city has a metallic feel, and the buildings seems to pierce the heavens, connected by mesh-like corridors. Metal plates pave the streets, and the shops look unsafe. Neon-coloured announcements flying all around, advertising a new gun, a new home, or maybe just something completely random, like the daily news. Under the entire city lies the ruins of an old civilization full of robot monsters, machines and dungeons, where the players can seek some of the treasures hidden deep down there. This city was truly a remarkable sight.

I wandered down the streets, looking for the closest gun shop. With the money I got from the wanted guy, I could finally afford that sweet sidearm I had been longing for. I never really talked to anybody. Moreover, nobody never really talked to me. It was the best way of survival in this game. Gun Gale Online was a game filled with pro`s, and there were no room for noobs. Kill, or be killed. A simple philosophy, but it worked. In this game, it was every man for himself. You had to fight for the right to survive, to thrive, to conquer. And that`s what I did.

Suddenly, the building I was looking for appeared right in front of me. It was a simple building, made from metal. And when I say metal, I mean JUST metal. The entire building was from the ground up made by black metal, and looked rather shabby. However, I didn`t care. This was how almost every gun shop in GGO was constructed, and it fit well with the urban environment. The door made a creaking sound as I entered the building. The inside was very different from the outside. There were tons of racks, filled to the brim with all sort of weapons. Melee weapons, snipers, shotguns, SMG`s, Light Machine Guns, handguns and so on. Nevertheless, I was looking for one specific gun. I headed towards the glass counter, approaching the NPC sales clerk. He looked at me with those robotic looking eyes, and I stared back.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I was looking for this gun, the "Skorpion vz. 6"

"Just a minute"

The NPC went into the backroom, and came out moments later with a shiny new gun in his hands. The gun itself looked like a normal handgun, with a rather large magazine sticking out of it. It also came with a small stock, for shooting over longer distances.

"Yeah, that would be it"

"That would be 10,000 Credits"

The price was shocking, but hey, what could you do? Every player starts with 1000 Credits, so you can imagine that 10,000 Credits is quite the amount. This gun better be good. A small menu appeared in front of me, with the text:

-/: Would you like to buy: "Skorpion vz. 61" :/-

-/: Current price of: 10,000 Credits :/-

-/: Yes - No :/-

I pressed the yes button firmly, and the menu disappeared. The sales clerk cracked up a smile, and nodded his head.

"Your new gun will be ready for pickup in 1 day"

I nodded, and waved my hand as a goodbye. The door swung open for me as I left the building. Finally, I had my first high class gun. Usually, I never used guns, even though the entire game were built around them. I loved my compound bow more than anything else, and I would never trade it for anything. Ever. The bow was originally a rare drop, by a boss in the wilderness. I got it by sheer luck, right after joining the game for the first time. And it was the only primary I had ever used in the game. Of course, I modified it with a scope and a laser sight for improved accuracy. Nevertheless, why buy a handgun now? Well, you see, I had a plan. And even though I had attempted this plan several times already, this time, I was not going to fail. Ever since I started playing GGO, I dreamed about winning the "BOB". The "Bullet of Bullets" It was essentially the largest PVP competition in the entire game. The rewards were insane, and the difficulty likewise. You had to face off against the toughest GGO players out there, in order to be the last one standing. Why do I want to win this so badly, you ask? You see, I want to make the name "The Phantom", more than just a name. I want to make it a legend. I want that name to mean something, to be something. And all I have to do is win the "BOB" Except it isn`t that easy. Everyone wants to win the "Bullet of Bullets" But this time, I was going to be the victor. I was going to be the last man standing. And nothing would stand in my way.

Nothing. Would. Stand. In. My. Way

A/N: There you have it! I really put quite some time into making this chapter a lot better than the start of "The Swordsman Chronicles" And I really hope you enjoyed this one. Chapter 2 is coming shortly, as yet another vacation is upon us. I will try my best to write as much as possible during this vacation, so expect a lot of chapters! Other than that, please leave a review, telling me what to improve, what you liked, what you didnt like, and so on. And of course, tell me if you like this epic start to a new and better universe! Peace out!