Guuuys! So and old friend of mine and I got together (or rather, I moaned about it and threatened him until he agreed XD) to write a crossover of our favorite things - and here it is. For anyone who follows any of my other stories, you can enjoy this being 100% grammar and spelling error free as everything will be grammar policed by my fairy princess friend.

Now I know this is a change from my other stiries which are usually 4k+ words per chapter but as a Prologue, we thought that this was adequate ^^

As usual, please review if you like it. I know there isn't much to review on this but let us know. And if you want to PM my fairy grammar princess and thank him for doing something about my grammar- or lack thereof - it's vsyo-vremya

There are legends that speak of an unknowable power; a power beyond time and space that even gods would kneel before. Demons would run and Monsters would tremble in the wake of such incredible might. This power – untouched by eternity – exists in a world between worlds: An entity that binds and balances the realms of light and dark, keeps dimensions separate and maintains the fissure between one universe and the next. But there's an energy beginning to rise. A force that could tear the very fabric of reality and bore a hole between two very different worlds. So very different that – if combined – could result in the end of existence itself.

Stories have been passed down through the centuries of two entities – one from each side of the calamity – that would bring an end to the disruption. Two lone warriors moving the dimensions, crossing the threshold of time and space to bind together what has been broken, restoring balance to the worlds collided. One of Strength, born of the deep, tempered by cerulean flame. One of Skill, born of light, silenced by scarlet thunder. Together they would tame the shattered tempest of existence and heal the wound in the flesh of reality. Their powers combined, they would save life itself from abject destruction.

As these tales fell through the generations they became little more than myths; folly passed on to those who would care to listen. And the more they fell, the less momentum they gathered. But soon – very soon – they would unfold into something very true and very, very real.

So anyways, hope you guys liked this. Will update sometime this week. much love xxx sam an pj xxx