Noir

"In this world there is no such thing as absolute.."

A long time ago in a land divided by seven kingdoms where magic exist, an ominous oracle foretold about the birth of two people walking the same path of destiny, one of which is the greatest sorcerer whose madness shall spread great tragic across the seven kingdoms of the land. Catastrophe shall embrace the land, bringing forth the demise of its people. And the other is a boy whose eyes reflect that color of a blood shall bring fort an end to the madness of the dark sorcerer. A blood stained fate in which he cannot alter. He shall wield his sword and pierce the heart of the great sorcerer. Only through death and agony shall his victory be attained.

Thus, hands of fate began to write the first chapter of its untold book, an ominous beginning...


Prologue: The beginning of the end

The wind howls under the pitch black clouded sky with the grimace of the ominous moon as its sole illumination. The clouds gracefully moved, slowly clearing the once clouded sky. Beneath its cold light, a disheveled man bathed in blood was walking as the sound of the blood covered sword he was dragging echoed throughout the vast rocky land, an empty land which shows no sign of life, a drought land with only him as its sole companion. His back was slouched as he limply walked with his long ash black hair covering his facade. His pace was slow and every step he took was heavy as if he was carrying something heavy on his back. A gush of cold wind gently past by as his long locks swayed…

"God… Forgive me for I have sinned.." he muttered beneath his breathe as his head was faced down. His voice was course. "for I have become damned and corrupted.." he continued with his words filled with vendetta

The wind gushed once again as the dust of the ground were slowly blown away. He then stopped and stood still, slowly lifting his head his dull grey orbs gazed upon the ominous moon. He stared at it for a short moment as he placed his left hand upon his forehead. A smirk slowly crept from his lips as it was followed by a wicked laugh..

"ah.. People are corrupted.. they are kind when you are needed but willing to kill somebody just for their own survival.." he said to no one in particular "this must be my fate" he exclaimed with tears flowing out of his eyes, he laughed insanely..

Suddenly he stopped and was quiet. He then returned his gaze at the ground and continued on his pace.

"blood.. blood.. everyone is covered by blood.. " he muttered again "they look beautiful.. my poor soul…" he repeatedly muttered these words as it was followed by a snicker.

With a strong gush of the wind he suddenly collapsed and fell flat on the ground.. In his dull eyes there was no tint of life left..


A/N: I'm still having second thoughts about this one... Please Rate and Review... thanks..

Disclaimer: I own the concept and plot of this story..