Sorry it took so long to post, just making some final adjustments, and fixing a techinical error. Ok, a note before we begin, this is my attempt at introducing Tycho's character into the Cardboard universe, I had one other idea in mind for him, but I leaned more to this one instead. Hope you enjoy. And to those who reviewed Thank You.

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Fate is the second thing mankind has come to fear, death being the first, and as such history is filled with those fools who attempted to change, or even go as far as to control, their own fates. Each one met their end with the first fear as dictated by the second. No one can control the life they are born in, but they can change the way they live that life, that was the idea of one man that lead him down the path to eternal damnation that would follow him in the past, present, and future.

The void seemed to go on for ages, but the man continued his trek, the fires of hell could not turn him around. He had to do this, to save himself, and hopefully the ones most important to him. Darkness took shape as a throne appeared before him, poised on it was a monster in man's image. This beast was waiting; it knew this moment would come. It was counting on it. The creature smiled at the man, "Who the fuck do you think you are to do what you did?" A hiss filled the air as the wind picked up, "You dare think you can get away with it. You pussy, I will see to it your bones are turned to ash when I am done with you." The monster's tongue slithered out, licking his lips in anticipation for each venom filled word. "Mark my words; you will suffer a fate that even the demons in the hellfire would be scared of." Laughter followed as the void closed in along the man, "You'll see, Brahe. You'll see." Darkness took over again but his words bounced around the void. You'll see

You'll see

You'll see

You'll see

Tycho shot up from his sleep, his body shivering from the cold sweat that followed the dream. He placed his hands against his head trying to rid all trace of memories of the nightmare like one does disease filled fleas. Dammit, he just will not go, his thoughts were spiraling out of control, but this was no time for fear. He was a warlord after all; an emperor of a growing empire built on the blood and bones of his enemies. The idea was enough to calm his nerves, but he could still hear those words in the back of his head, the roots were digging in.

His bedroom was of elegant design and color, crimson red wood, a chair and a drawer here and there to fill up the empty space, a bed made daily by his personal servants/slaves. It would be a lie if he said he used any of the things at all, his time was spent in his library, a personal haven away from the world where he could escape to when he needs to clear his mind. Two bookshelves that reached the ceiling, two elegant windows, and a red wood desk; of all the rooms in his palace this was the perfect place for someone like him. He rose from his makeshift bed/desk to restore the blood flow to his legs. Smoothing out his favorite blue kimono, you know the one with the light blue lining around the edges of it, he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," his tone hinting that he did not want to be disturbed. The door opened to a woman striding in, but it was more of a strut really, her curvaceous hips, and well endowed chest, swaying with each foot step. She flicked her sun bleached hair, as it fell before her ice cold eyes and fair snow skin, her silk dress practically clinging to her skin like a life preserver. Did I mention she is not also a not-very-special person, no, then forget I said anything. She smiled at her master before bowing, "My lord, I though you would like to know the prisoner has awakened."

Tycho shuddered at her imitation of human characteristics; he had to remind himself on a daily basis of her true identity or fall victim to her web. "Thank you for the report, now go," he demonstrated his dominance in his tone, but she did not sway, if anything she got off on it.

She arose, letting her eyes meet his. "If I might make one request, my lord, I was wondering," she plumped out her lips like she was programmed to do when necessary to obtain something, "when you are done with him if I might have the pleasure of fucking him on your bed."

Tycho gritted his teeth before reaching into his kimono and pulling out a wooden device with a hollowed out log on top. He pulled the trigger igniting the back end, sending a spike through the women's head. She gasped out before she fell to the floor, her blood trickling out of her skull. He could feel his teeth about to give when he shouted, "Don't you dare make a mess on the carpet, Ex!"

Ex brought her hand up to the spike pulling it out of her head. "I guess I take that as a no then," she lifted her body up off the ground, tucking the spike away in her dress for later nighttime uses. She crossed her arm, that smile still planted on her face even though blood half covered it, "That still doesn't change the fact that the samurai is awake and waiting for your appearance."

"Fine," Tycho placed his device back in his kimono and signaled for Ex to leave. She bowed before blowing a kiss to him as she walked off, deciding today she would fuck the entire staff in one go in the broom closet.

Tycho sighed placing a hand against his temple, thankfully Ex's little intrusion was enough to rub the last bit of the dream from his head, now all he could hear is the "You'll" part.

A drip of water, scurrying rats, cries and wails of the downtrodden, this was definitely the dungeon. Master Tycho Brahe made his way down the stone hall, prisoners cursing him out as he walked by, but he paid them no heed. His mind was currently settled on the situation at the moment. His long time enemy was found on the brink of death on the outskirts of a destroyed village, and was brought before him of all people. On any given day he would have happily finished the job, but on that day he could not. One reason being he already had how he would kill him planned out: it involved a pit and a pair of his newly created Bear-Sharks, sharks with the bodies of bears. Sadly though hibernation season came around and the Bear-Sharks are now sleeping. The other reason, one that he dares not tell anyone, was that he needed the samurai alive for something else, to aid in a murder of a monster.

Behind a reinforced steel-wooden door lay a single cell, a cell with a single occupant, designed to contain only one person: the samurai.

Standing on guard was the big scout that originally found him, and behind the 6-inch thick steel bars, with his arms bound behind his back in chains, and his legs shackled together, was the samurai.

Tycho had trouble opening the door given its weight, but after a few minutes he succeeded in squeezing in. He approached the cell, his hand reaching out for one of the bars. His eyes fell on the samurai, and with a smile he said, "Hello, Gabriel."

The samurai lifted his head and eyed the warlord, "This cell of yours stinks, I told you last time I was in here it could use a few pillows."

Tycho grinned, "Yeah, I made a note of that somewhere, but unfortunately my hand slipped and it landed in a fire that was conveniently placed under my hand. Darn the luck."

The big not-so-special scout was definitely a formidable guard, standing high over his master, and three times as thick as the bars on the cell. Some moments Tycho felt intimidated by him, but he reminded himself that he would never hurt him. As an added note, during those moments it is not his height that intimidates him, it's his intelligence.

"Leave us, Olivu," the big guard fidgeted for a moment, eyeing the two, the wheels in his mind in a constant spin. He gave a bow to his lord before he made his way to the exit. The door clanged loudly as it was placed back into place with ease, leaving the two alone.

"You can stop pretending now you are still locked up," the samurai did not miss a beat, allowing the chains on his arms to slide off, and he daintily lifted his legs out of the shackle. He stretched his arms out, moving his previously injured one to see if it healed completely yet.

"Now that you are a bit more comfortable I was hoping you would not mind enlightening me as to what exactly happened to you," Master Brahe had a hunch, but he needed confirmation whether or not what he believed was true or not.

The samurai did not meet his gaze, "I want my tube back, please."

The warlord scoffed, "It is safe, and you can get it back after you tell me everything."

A sigh left the samurai as he sat down on the ground, "Isn't it obvious what happened? Someone massacred that entire village, and I found them and killed them, didn't your scouts find the body?"

A shiver ran up Brahe's spine, "There was no body other than yours and the villagers."

"Impossible," whined the samurai choosing to not believe him, "I saw him die right before I blacked out, he was just a few feet in front of me."

"I am telling you the truth, there was no one there," Tycho turned away from the cell as his brain already processed the little information given to him thus far to confirm his suspicions.

The samurai had his doubts, but with the way that guy fought, and that strange weapon of his, he could not help but believe the words of Brahe.

"Perhaps then," Tycho turned to the samurai with a hint of joy in his eyes, "it is time for us to venture further into this mystery then."

The row on the book cases were filled to the brim with books of different varieties. Even the samurai had to give praise to Brahe for amassing such a collection. Though it seemed the two had called a temporary truce, Master Tycho still had his personal servants stand guard with them in his library. The hulking one from before, who the samurai believes to be called Olivu ("what a strange name"), a very gifted woman who is sending him kissy faces with a fresh scar on her forehead and hair that was sticking up in a few places. A young girl who he recognized as the one with Olivu when they found him was giggling to herself as she ran around. But the fourth one, a boy, leaning against the wall in the back was sending him death glares for no reasons. Four not-so-special guards, to say six people were in the library would be wrong and you are dumb for thinking so, honestly, there are two.

"Let's see here now where did I put that book," Tycho climbed up a ladder he placed against one of the shelves, looking through a few books as he climbed. When he reached the top he exclaimed with joy as he pulled out a book, "Here it is." He then threw it across the room smacking the brooding boy in the head, "Get off your lazy ass Gnay and fetch me the Book."

Gnay flipped him off as he rubbed his cheek, he really didn't want to be here in the first place. For all he cares they all can go fuck themselves, but Ex did not count though since she already did that earlier that morning. He whistled to the young girl, and the two of them approached the opposite bookshelf from where their master was on the ladder. They both pushed in a book on the opposite end of the lower row, causing the whole bookshelf to quake before it slid outward revealing a medium-sized black box with a skull on it. "This is your thing, Niy," the boy said as he left the girl there to return to his wall.

She nodded happily as she pulled a key out from around her neck, placing it into the lock, causing the skull to release its bite on the lower part of the box. It lifted revealing a very old and tattered book beneath. Tycho climbed down calling for Ex, who produced two leathery, and quite rotten, gloves. Olivu approached the book and lifted it from its crypt.

The samurai felt uneasy the moment he saw the book, it looked normal on the outside, but something told him to stay away from it.

Master Brahe used Olivu as a book stand as he placed his hands in the gloves. Carefully he grabbed the book's front cover opening it, the four guards shuddered. He took gentle and precise swipes at the pages to turn them, sweat falling from his brow as if one wrong mistake could kill them all.

"Here it is," he said eyeing the page.

"According to this it says you met what is known as a 'Ghost', and not the spooky kind that says 'boo', but the kind that still has skin."

He continued reading, "Warriors who sold their very soul to obtain the gift of immortality, each one bounded to a single tool of destruction. No one has ever seen a Ghost and lived to tell the tale. Four is the number that exists, four Ghosts, four weapons. According to this book, it says they were made by a mad man who said he was doing the task set upon him by some otherworldly being, and when he was done he casted his weapons into the flames of Mt. Tenin to keep them from ever being used by man."

"Do you know what the weapons are," the samurai could feel this heavy weight on his chest the more the book stayed out, and with each second he felt the desire to touch it.

"It does not, but there is a little rhyme for it though:

A demon casted into a child's whim

To condemn all to a fate most grim

The power of stars contained as they clash

Help reduce the world to ash

Cold touch of death bound to a snake

It bites with venom and causes nature to shake

Twisting the heart of the strife

Spreading death where should be life

But the sun will rise and spread the light

With nature's strength it will end the devilish night

Huh, kind of catchy." The ending was a puzzling thing though, but Tycho had a theory, maybe in time he could see whether it was true or not.

"Is that all," the samurai was panting now as he paced back and forth, a voice in his head was shouting now for him to remain calm.

"Pretty much," shrugged Tycho turning the pages to double-check.

"That can't be right," the samurai dashed forward, Olivu could not move his hand to stop him for risk dropping the book and the other three were distracted, but Tycho saw with dread as the samurai grabbed the edge of the book.

The library gave away into a void.

Around him he could hear whispers and the wind as it seemed to hasten him forward. In the darkness he could see a throne and with it a man. The man grinned at him, "Hello, Jonathan. Fancy meeting you here." His neck snapped as his head angled into a 90 degree dip, "I see you are with him, and since you are here maybe you can pass along a message for me." The man stood before the samurai, his wide eyes examining him. He reached out a hand and brushed the samurai's cheek; the samurai felt the skin on the point of contact sear as it seemed to burn itself to prevent contact from this man. "Tell him that I am still pissed. Tell that fucking prick that I am coming for him. Can you do that, you are a bitch after all aren't you?" The samurai could not reply his voice was frozen in his throat. "You do whatever fate tells you like a fucking bitch right? Can you bark like one? Better yet," the grin grew, "let's see you beg like one." Before the hand containing the blade could meet the samurai's skull the darkness faded away to books, and the light drove the image away.

"Don't ever touch the book, Gabriel," Tycho was fuming and the samurai looked up at him from the ground. The shock of the thing he saw caused him to fall over the moment his fingers left the book. What felt like an eternity only was a few seconds here. He watched as the four personal guards used their hands to delicately place the book back into its container, the seal was placed to keep the book at bay.

"It doesn't matter anyway," grumbled Master Brahe, "we have bigger problems, so I recommend you start packing for we will be leaving soon."

"Leaving for what?"

"We are heading to Mt. Tenin, the resting place of those weapons, and the birthplace of The Ghosts," Tycho turned to him, "We might as well start at square one and see where that takes us."

The samurai watched him leave, his hand landing on his cheek, and a shiver ran up his spine at the fresh wound.

"So, do you think he is dead then," Ms. Pinky was rather agitated at all the waiting they were doing. She was currently sitting on the ledge of the third floor balcony with Mr. Blinky, and as of late Mr. C. had locked himself up into his room with Mr. Inky.

Mr. Blinky ignored her question, focusing instead on the moon, in his head he could see scraps of old memories drift around, the faces though in the images have long been scratched out.

"No, given how he fought I highly doubt he would die that easily," he was about to leave when Mr. Inky stepped outside with them. His already fidgety appearance extra spastic tonight, "Mr. C. says he is still alive, and is at Warlord Tycho Brahe's palace." He pointed a finger to Ms. Pinky, "He commands you to go and finish him."

Ms. Pinky smiled as she jumped off the ledge she was sitting on, "About time, never send a man to do a woman's job."

"Don't underestimate him, you might find yourself back here before you know it," Mr. Blinky secretly was hoping she would fail, and then he would get another chance at fighting him.

"Are you worried about me, how sweet, and here I was thinking you were gay," her boastful laugh followed her as she left the two behind.

"Um," Mr. Inky folded into himself, fearful of speaking out, "she should be fine, given she has the White Dragon on her side."

"True, but then again, you never really know what could happen," Mr. Blinky returned his gaze to the moon, bathing in its light to have the feeling of being normal once again. But in the end his mind would not let him, for he is nothing more than a Ghost after all.

The other idea was a hermit, but I felt that was a tad bit too bland for him. I hope you enjoyed it, again sorry about the wait.