KAMEN RIDER WIND
(A re-imagining of my first Rider fic that needed improvement)
Synopsis: In ancient times, creatures known as DarkSpirits wandered the world. They were generally peaceful, until Darkness, one of the gods who ruled the DarkSpirits, evoked their power against the humans who he saw as polluting the world. His lover, Light, did not share his vision. Gathering the elemental forces, she endowed six humans with the forces of nature; Earth, Metal, Water, Plant, Wind and Fire. They were, the Kamen Riders! In the final battle, Darkness and the DarkSpirits were sealed away behind a mystic door, to be banished for all eternity.
Until…
Disclaimer: I don't own Kamen Rider
KAMEN RIDER WIND
Prologue
In a mountainous region, in the side of a hill there was a cave. The entrance was made out in the manner of a Shinto shrine. From the entrance one could see a dim light inside the cave.
"This is it!"
Inside the cave were several men in diggers uniforms. At the forefront was an older man with a withered face and glasses who held a lantern. They all stared at a stone door placed on the far-most edge of the cave. The door was covered in paper talismans which sealed the entrance.
"This is it," repeated the old man. "The shrine of the dark god, Ankoku. These mystic seals prove it." He reached out and touched one of the seals gently. A visible bolt of static struck his finger, causing him to flinch.
"Are you okay Professor?" asked one of the others.
The man nodded. "I am, but that door is highly charged with protective chi. I believe this is the genuine tomb of the Dark Army. What a find!"
A man with a pick axe walked up to the door.
"Wait!" shouted the professor. "We don't know what will happen if we open that tomb."
"Sorry Professor," said the man. "But the bosses want us to bring back something of value. Besides, it's just superstitious bull." He raised the pick.
"No!" the Professor shouted. He ran at the man and grabbed the pick. "We can't! If the dark chi is released…!"
"Get off sir before you hurt yourself!" Shouted the man as they struggled.
The others stayed back to avoid contact with the metal object. As the struggle went on, the pick scratched against one of the seals. A symbol was cut in half. A thick dark substance began to seep through the slit of the seal like smoke.
The Professor and the man paused as the substance began to flow harder.
"Dear God!" exclaimed the old Professor. "What have we done?"
The seals began to burn away in black flames. The dark substance poured from the edges and the doors began to open. They blasted out with violent force, the dark substance flowing through the chamber. Dark forms with glowing eyes leaped out of the door at the explorers. The humans ran but couldn't escape. Horrid screaming and the tearing of flesh echoed throughout the cave.
The professor sat amidst the darkness, his lantern the only light in the mass of darkness. He sat panicked, to afraid to move. Then, emerging from the doorway, came a dark humanoid figure. It seemed masculine in shape and wore a long dark cape. A set of eight crimson eyes suddenly illuminated across the figure's head.
The man's eyes widened. "I-it's you… It's y-you! The dark god, Ankoku!"
Suddenly, dark tendrils wrapped around the man's leg. He was being tugged towards the figure as his lamp fell over from him accidentally striking it. As it's light began to fade, the man found himself face-to-face with those glowing crimson eyes.
"Not Ankoku. Call me… Darkness!"
The light went out.
