The Gathering of the Legends

Book Three: Journey Through the Past

By: LG

Prologue:

Written: March 20, 2008

Typed up: March 25, 2008


Summary: The Ronin are uneasy; do they want their memories back, or are they better off without them? With trouble suddenly arising in the Nether Realm it would seem like the perfect opportunity to put their worries on hold. It's not. Which is more dangerous: a past you cannot recall, or an enemy you cannot find? For the Ronin Warriors, the answer to that question may not be the one they want to hear.


Midnight-blue eyes shot open as their owner practically bolted from the dead sleep he had been in. The archer vainly struggled to regain his breath, and then pinched the bridge of his nose.

He let out a heavy sigh as he then took his hand and ran it through his blue-locks, noticing that it shook as he moved it. Rowen tried to calm himself down by pushing the images from his head.

A dream…That was all it had been…A very horrible nightmare that was it and nothing more. Right? That had to have been it. The archer glanced around a moment, trying to rack his brain to figure out where he was.

As the panic subsided, and the sleep wore off a little he was reminded of his whereabouts. He was in the room he shared with the Ronin of Halo, they having taken it not more than a few weeks ago.

"What time is it?" Rowen mumbled out, eyes immediately going to his nightstand to check the clock. Four o'clock in the morning!?

The midnight-blue eyes now widened, he had not been concerned that Sage was absent, figuring it was around six or so. But this early in the morning? Not a chance, unless something was wrong.

Rowen lept out of the bed and immediately bit down a yelp at the action. His hand immediately went to his left arm and he rubbed at it, it was on fire. The Strata Ronin's entire body ached with pain, and he could not remember what had happened to cause any of it.

That nightmare…It had startled him far too much, and now he couldn't think straight. Why though? Why had he seen himself and the bearer of Halo fighting, and how did he know even from that brief glimpse that they had lost?

The archer grabbed his head and tried vainly to clear it, but it seemed futile as the scene replayed, and this time went to the point of showing him just how badly he and Sage had lost.

"What?!" He shook himself, again, and exited the room. He needed to find out what was going on, and what exactly had happened to him that had caused his current sore limbs…And finding out where the hell Sage had disappeared to was at the top of his things to do list.

A/N: Hello Minna-san! Welcome back to The Gathering of the Legends series. I hope you enjoyed your little break from my completely insane story. As I post this prologue up on ffnet for you to read, I am in the process of typing up the mostly completed Book 5. I do apologize for the long-update absence but I completely forgot about ffnet after getting a full-time job (in addition to my other full time job) back in Sept. It dawned on me the other day I had not updated anything for you all to read, so I am now correcting the mistake.

Sort of. I know, the prologue is exceedingly small; but that's a common thing with me. I don't like long-drawn out prologues, thus I don't write them. Expect Chapter One to be up here by the end of the week (if I remember it).

Also, for those of you who read this for the Ronin and Senshi interaction, there will be little to none in this story. Out of all the TGOL Books this one is almost solely about the Ronin. Just wanted to give you a heads up. :-)

LG