Kyle 10: Blackest Night

By DriveMaxUltraDynamoZord and Omnitrix1

(Omnitrix1 A/N: In case you K10 fans are wondering, this story takes place between the Kyle 10 versions of "War of the Worlds" and "Vengeance of Vilgax". As such, characters and elements that appeared in those chapters will not be present in this story. Just thought I'd let you know.)

Prologue

Death.

A constant in every universe.

No matter where we go, no matter how hard we try, death comes for us all.

It cannot be stopped. It cannot be helped.

Only delayed.

However, there was once a time when the dead were not quiet. When the dead not only walked, but could fly.

This was the when the light was almost snuffed out.

This was the Blackest Night.

Time: Unknown

Space.

So vast and infinite, only interrupted by the vast light of long dead stars. It was quiet. Almost... Peaceful. That is... till now.

Somewhere in this vast emptiness, there was an event, and from this event there appeared… A hole. A rip in the fabric of the universe. It was miniscule, barely noticeable, and for a long while, it was docile and empty. You could spend an eternity looking at it and not realize it was there. But tonight… Something came through.

Seven lights, each radiating a different hue, tore through this rip in the universe, scattering to the far reaches of the cosmos to find their chosen. But they were not alone. Another radiance flew through the rip after them. Unlike the others though, this one did not radiate light. Rather… It radiated blackness. But like the others, it too began searching, scouring the cosmos till it found its chosen.

And eventually it found him. The blackness could sense his lingering thoughts and feelings. It zeroed in on them till its journey eventually brought it to a small, insignificant, blue planet in the Milky Way galaxy. A planet commonly known as Earth.

?'s POV…

I was a hero once.

People adored me, and in return I protected them. Of course, there were those that questioned my actions, but their voices were small and barely heard. All that mattered to the people was that I was their champion.

That is, 'till I changed. When I shed the skin of my former self and became who I was destined to be.

After that, I walked with Gods, and the beings who once venerated me became afraid of me. Even my allies turned against me. But it did not matter to me. I gained new followers. Beings who understood me, respected me. To them, I was a champion. And to the universe, we were Gods.

But even Gods will die.

As centuries passed, our world began to die, and with it my people. I could not let that happen. We needed a new home. But unfortunately, the only thing that could save us we could not use. I could not use. We needed one of our own that was younger. More powerful. And fortunately, I knew exactly who to use.

I took the weapon, and I went back to find my former self. If I could enact the change earlier in my own time, than my younger self could save our world. But, when I arrived, I found that things were different. My former self still existed, but the power that would eventually make him me was not his. Instead, it was utilized by a youth named "Kyle."

I admit, I was surprised. But in the end it did not matter. I would simply use him to power the weapon.

Unfortunately, while I was able to transform him, he gained control over my power, and my people were left to die.

I engaged him in combat. A final act to avenge my people. But in the end, he proved himself superior, and killed me.

-Killed me.

-Killed me.

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