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Chapter: Two
Finally, after what could have been centuries did the child break though the void and crash to the ground. He laid there in a small broken heap. His limps were twisted in odd angles with bone breaking through the skin and dark red blood pooled around the child's body, drenching his clothes and raven hair. His eyes, which were once a bright emerald green, slowly drained of all color. The life that once radiated from the boys body disappeared. Death was finally coming to claim the child, after having him wait so long.
The moon watched as death came for the young boy. After witnessing the bravery and sacrifice the child went through, he shone his light down upon him. The boy's body rose in the air transforming. His shoulder length raven hair shifted into a short disheveled spikey-layered hairstyle with semi-long bangs that fell to the left side of his eyes. The silky wisps of hair melted away to jet-black with burgundy highlights. His eyes that used to be an such a dazzling emerald green, changed into vivid dark red orbs. The emerald green tunic, leather breeches, and boots he was wearing vanished. Instead he was adorned in a slim black turtleneck shirt, black skinny jean with silver chains threaded through the loops of the pants, and black leather combat boots. Lastly, a high-collared leather trench coat that had a hood, ended at his feet, and a pair of black leather fingerless gloves formed from the surrounding darkness materialized onto him. The child was gently lowered to the ground again and he began to awaken. His dark red eyes fluttered open and he looked around.
A bright white light was the first thing he saw when the opened his eyes. He groaned as he struggled to sit up. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed that it was nighttime and he was in a field amidst a densely packed forest. Where am I? He wondered as he looked around. Confused he looked up at the sky when the light began to shine even brighter than before. He jumped when suddenly a deep baritone voice spoke to him.
"Do no not be afraid child," said the mysterious voice, trying to reassure the newly born spirit. "I chose you for a reason."
"Who are you? What are you? Where am I? Who am I?" whispered the boy, rapidly firing off questions at the moon in the sky.
"You were chosen because of the sacrifice you made," the being spoke calmly. The boy became even more confused and he began to get anger. What sacrifice did he make? Why weren't his questions being answered? Glaring at the moon he shouted, "If you won't answer my questions, then at least answer this one. Who am I?!"
"Luka Keath," replied the moon, its voice fading away to nothing but a whisper on the breeze. Left standing there in the dark alone, the boy screamed in frustration. He called out to the moon to finish answering his questions. Hours passed, when he finally lowered his head and voice in defeat. Shivering when a chilly gust of wind caressed his neck, the boy curled up into himself, and sat down against a fallen tree.
Looking up at the moon one last time, he softly called out, "Please don't leave me alone in the dark." Unnerving glimpses of never ending pitch-black engulfing him, appearing and quickly fleeing his mind. He waited for a moment, but no response came back. As the night sky got darker, he felt the pull of sleep and drifted off into the land of dreams.
Sunlight slowly crept over the forest, awaking its inhabitants up from their slumber. Groaning, Luka sleepily rolled over onto his stomach, futilely trying to snag a couple of more hours of sleep. However the sun seemed to be very insistent, shining brightly on him until he was forced to get up. Stretching his arms over his head, Luka opened a red orb and yawned. He wondered why he was in the middle of a forest. Images from last night flickered across his eyes causing him to curse, anger and frustration violently coarse through his body. What was he suppose to do now? Where was he to go? Luka laid there for a few more moments before mentally slapping himself. What was he doing there pitying himself, what he needed to do was get off his ass and go find the damn answers that stupid moon wouldn't tell him. Luka had a feeling that even though he didn't remember anything, he knew that he wasn't the type stand there and let others help him when he could do it by himself.
Standing up, Luka took a couple of steps forward when he tripped over something. Catching himself, he glared down at objects that caused him to almost fall. It was two matching small ring-shape objects about fourteen inches long and a centimeter thick. They had three distinct sharp blades that pressed outwards on the outer rim and grip for hands on the inner rim. Crouching down to get a better view, Luka noticed that the metal was a brilliant silver-like color. The weapons (well he considered them to be weapons), were engraved with vibrant runes and swirling designs that hummed with energy and radiated an intense crimson hue.
Continuing to study them, Luka didn't even notice his hand creeping closer to the weapon until he had it in his hand. Once his skin made contact with it, a surge of power fluctuated through his body causing him to gasp. His heart beating madly, the power surge thankfully settled after a few minutes. As his other hand picked up its twin, Luka felt a peculiar connection form between him and the weapons; it was almost like a bond. On the spur of the moment he threw one of the chakrams, observing in amazement as the razor disc erupted into brilliant lights of red, orange, gold, and black that formed into a powerful flame with black shadows trailing after when it sliced through the tree it hit, burning it until nothing but ash was left. A feeling of déjà vu was like a punch in the gut when the chakram instantly flew back and returned to his hand. Did he used to have a weapon that returned to him? But his thoughts changed course as he marveled over the fact that even though it still had a few flames leftover on it, his hands weren't burned. However he couldn't shake off a sense of irony that the flames should have burned him, even when they didn't.
Gathering up both of the weapons, he motioned to sheathe them, but realized he had nowhere to store them on his person. Abruptly the two bladed weapons transformed themselves into shadow-like flames that merged onto the palm of his gloves, creating an elemental glyph for fire and runic symbols for night. Staring at his hands, Luka was relieved he didn't have to carry them, but he wondered how he would be able to retrieve them quickly if in a fight. Slowing down his breathing, he let his instincts take over and clasped his hands together, pulling out a shadowed flame from each palm, letting it form back into the pair of chakrams. Smiling slightly at his good fortune, Luka set off to find the nearest town.
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