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The Vision of One

The temple of prophecy, a sacred place that provided guidance to his people so that they could help mankind better themselves. A place where one's fate could be determined, the more accepting knowing that their fate could not be changed, and where one Artemis Kartho was currently located as he stared at the new addition to the many other drawings that made up this sacred location.

Artemis, along with a few of his other kin, would add to the Temple of prophecy by having a "Vision" in their dreams of any possibility: the fate of an ill child, the outcome of a great battle, or even an event that could drastically change the very world itself, and only a few hours earlier did Artemis receive one of these Visions.

He stared in front of him at the new additions to the temple. The first was a mural of many vivid colors that depicted a tall man with silver hair surrounded by a murky blackness that sent chills up his spine; his red, soulless eyes stared at a town that was on fire, its inhabitants' faces frozen in a state of pain and anguish as they burned to death. This one disturbed him greatly; an evil so great did not exist, at least not yet it seemed.

The second mural depicted a boy with raven black hair surrounded by a bright blue flame that seemed to shine with life; but the weird part about this mural was that it was split in half via the middle.

While one side of the boy's surroundings depicted a field of flowers being shined upon brightly by the sun, the other half depicted a barren field of craggy rock formations that eerily resembled hands, all of which were reaching into a blood-red sky and seemingly trying to grab a black sun.

The boy himself was not kept from this phenomena, as one side of his face was plastered with a happy grin and brown eyes filled with joy, the other side was given a much darker version of his previous expression as he seemed to stare at the viewer with crimson red eyes full of fury and hatred, and a frightful grin of bloodlust that would send the strongest of men to their knees, the entirety of the mural also being surrounded by doors that created numerous paths in the shape of a labyrinth of many twists and turns, until finally ending at his chest, directly over his heart.

One final mural lay in between the two: a young female infant with her arms stretching in both directions toward the murals with a look of confusion in her eyes, as if she couldn't choose which one she wanted.

The meaning of these murals had yet to come to him as he stared at them again and again, the only thing that he could currently decipher of them was that these three individuals would play major parts in the world's future.

When this would happen he did not know, but with the impending doom of his kin on the horizon, he would somehow find a way to live long enough to witness the playing events that would lead to his vision coming to fruition.


(One hundred years later)

A very large spike in negative energy brought Artemis out of his meditative trance as he stared in the direction he had sensed the disturbance.

He had sensed brief spikes of negative energy over the years, mostly from conflict brought about from war; but this one was the only one that had filled him with such a feeling of dread in so many years.

As Artemis continued to stare into the distance, the mural of the black cloaked man flared to life with an unholy purple light. The flames from the torches surrounding it turned black, swallowing the little light that entered the cave it was in, which managed to catch his attention.

Artemis stared at the obvious sign in front of him. The dark being he had seen in his vision had been born and thus the events which would decide the fate of the world would soon begin.

But while one of the individuals from his vision had been revealed, where were the other two?


(At the same time in another location)

Blood splattered the ground once more as the last man fell, his face eternally frozen in an expression of horror. The ground was lit ablaze with ominous black flames as one sole figure walked towards one of the many bodies that littered the ground, his crimson red eyes focused on nothing but the one body that he was approaching.

He stopped as his eyes gazed at the once beautiful face of his lover, now marred with scars and blemishes along the rest of her body. He had been too late to save her from the men who had taken her from him, and she had suffered for it.

While he could not save her from her demise, he had gotten his revenge by taking the lives of those who had made her suffer. The anger, the HATRED he had felt when he saw those men laugh with glee as they tortured her had taken him over and changed him, TRANSFORMED him! The newfound power he had received in that moment of primal fury he then used to torture and slaughter those animals who dared to call themselves human.

Staring into the lifeless eyes of his deceased lover, the hatred within him burst to life once more as he raised his head and roared to the heavens in anguish and fury, and the earth around him exploded in a sea of black flames.


(Twenty years after previous events)

The sound of a new life being brought into the world could be heard throughout the village as focus was brought unto the hospital room of one Delia Ketchum as she yelled at the top of her lungs for the rooms three other occupants to hear.

"Push, Mrs. Ketchum! Push! Just a little more… I can see the head now!" The doctor said as he stared intently at the bulge emerging from Mrs. Ketchum's vagina.

"GACK! You're doing great honey! Just a little more and w-GAH! - we'll be the parents to two little munchkins!" Fuso Ketchum said as he stared at his screaming wife, who was squeezing his assuredly broken hand as he continued to lovingly support his wife in her time of need.

"FUCK YOU FUSO! YOU DID THIS TO ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHEN THIS IS OVER I'M GOING TO CASTRATE YOU AND THEN I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Was Delia's response to her husband's support.

"Hehe, mom is saying so many bad words! Keep going momma! I want a little brother!" Said a 9 year-old Aaron Ketchum as he giggled at his father's wincing while he eagerly awaited for the arrival of his new baby brother.

"Just one more push, Mrs. Ketchum! On three! One... two... three!" On cue, the doctor pulled the head out with the gentleness only experience could bring about as Delia and Fuso gave one last agonizing yell of pain. All was silent once more… until five seconds later.

As the atmosphere in the room finally relaxed after hours of tension, the cry of an infant could be heard for all to hear as the new addition to the Ketchum family was born.

All eyes in the room focused on the small peach colored infant in the arms of the doctor as he wailed his little lungs out while being tenderly wrapped in a blanket. After a few seconds the doctor passed the newborn to his mother as she looked on with tears in her eyes.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Ketchum, you are the parents to a beautiful baby boy." The tired doctor proudly stated as he smiled gently and began to step out of the room to give the family some needed privacy.

"My little Baby Boy." Delia whispered as she stared lovingly at the now silent infant in her arms. "Oh?! Fuso look! I think his eyes are starting to open!" She said as the infant's nose scrunched up and his eyes started to squint just as Fuso and Aaron walked in to view.

The infants eyes opened up to the brand new world, which he would now call home, and took his first look at his surroundings. The first thing he saw was the woman holding him, staring into his eyes with a look of pure love only a mother could have, and at that moment the infant knew this woman was his mother and began to reach towards her with his stubby arms.

"They're brown. Just like yours Fuso." Delia said as she looked into her baby's brown eyes and cooed at the infant as he tried to touch her face.

"He's beautiful, honey." Fuso as said, smiling gently at his newborn son being held by his beautiful wife. "I can already tell he'll grow up to be a real heartbreaker." He said while thinking of how handsome his son would look when he grows up and started attracting young ladies left and right. Just like his old man!

Delia directed a light glare at her husband while making sure that her baby was comfortable in her arms. "We'll be having none of that! He's going to become a proper gentleman, and he's going to meet a special girl instead of settling for some cheap floozy." Delia said, glaring at her now nervous husband for a moment before her gaze drifted back to her baby, her expression softening immediately as she saw his brown eyes fixated on her. "Isn't that right, my little baby? You're going to grow up to be a nice, proper young man, just like little Aaron." Delia cooed to her child as she playfully held a finger out for the newborn to play with.

Grasping hold of Delia's finger with his stubby little hands, the infant attempted to bring it closer with what little strength it had. The infant blinked when the strange fleshy object in his grasp started to gently caress his cheek. To the infant who had only been alive for the better part of a minute, it was a pleasant feeling. It felt loved.

Fuso looked on as Delia continued to gently play with their newborn son, his smile growing softer as he heard his wife cooing sweet nothings to the child. "Barely a minute old and he's already so playful." He whispered so as not to accidentally frighten the baby. He took a moment to look at the other child that stood by his side. He chuckled silently to himself as he saw his eldest son staring at their newest family member.

Little Aaron could do nothing but stare in awe at the little creature in his mother's arms that was now his little brother. He looked so weak, so helpless! And it was his responsibility as a big brother that he grow up to be big and strong.

"Don't worry little brother, big brother will protect you forever and ever!" Thought Aaron as he smiled gently at the infant in his mother's arms.

"What's his name gonna be mama?" Aaron asked as the infant quickly became tired and fell asleep in his mother's gentle embrace. "He's gotta have a cool name! Like...um...Uh...Oh! Like Crokky!" He said with an excited look on his face.

"No Aaron, we're not gonna name him Crokky...are we?" Fuso asked Delia with a perplexed look on his face as looked to his wife and son. "Can't really imagine having a son named Crokky of all things."

"No, we're not naming him Crokky..." Both parents smiled at the disappointed 'aww' that came from the hopeful nine-year old. "I already have a name for him." She said, watching her husband and son look towards her expectantly with a gentle smile. "His name will be...Ash."

At that very moment Ash's mouth opened up into a wide, toothless smile as he heard his mother's voice.

"I think he likes that name." Fuso whispered as he put an arm around Aaron and Delia, gathering them into a group hug. They all smiled alongside baby Ash as they all thought of what the future would hold for them and their newly extended family.


(At the same time in the former temple of prophecy)

The second mural lit up in a bright flash of blue, the torches surrounding it gaining a blue tint to their flames as well. The second being in his vision had awakened and, though it would undoubtedly take some time, Artemis was sure that the still unknown third character would awaken as well.

Artemis could already tell that much would happen in the world in the next few years, both good and bad, and these three characters would be the cause.

He could only hope that his descendants would be able to prevent the world's untimely end.


After so long I finally got some writing done! The second chapter of "The Legacy of Aura" is finally finished! I have not had any access to the internet these past couple months, so excuse my tardiness.

For anyone that has any remote interest left in this story, I promise more updates to both my stories very soon! Thank you and have a good night... or morning.