Well, It's finally ready. The beginning of the End story of the trilogy. The Old, The Wild and it's Master should be read before this. The Middle will be written later, to fill in the gaps.

"My name?"
"Yes."
"It's...X....7718."
She leaned forward toward me, eyes crinkled. "Not THE X-7718?"
I hesitated for a moment, and nodded. The woman behind the desk stared for a moment, and then suddenly became self-concious and dropped her eyes. "You may proceed."
"Ma'am, don't you need to ask me for my password?"
She turned at me, and blinked twice, as if awakening. "Oh, yes..."
I reached forward and typed my password into the console. The green light flashed once; the signal to move on.
I guess that all would be considered weird, if you didn't live in our cozy 23rd century. Home of convenience robots, comfort, and luxury.
Oh, and WAR.
You see, the reason the woman at the archive entrance was so surprised to hear my name is because I am IT. The creation that brought this all upon us. I was created by a Thomas Melchior sometime in the 21st century. He was a genius; however, I was his 7718th robot. The others were scrapped because of various bugs. It took him sixty years to perfect me.
When he finished, he was over one hundred years old. And in order to complete me, he needed to feed all the information about humans and their world into me. He calculated that this would take at least half a century.
So Dr. Melchior buried me in a capsule, setting up the program inside. When I was completed, I would stay in stasis until activated.
All the robots made afterward were based off me. Which brought upon the coming of the War. When countries made armies of robots based on me it was only a matter of time.
I was discovered in the 22nd century by a man named Almon Halfour. All I know of this is that he found me along with five others who appeared dead. I was here at the archives to find out more information on these others.
I walked down the blank, drab grey winding hall to come to a stop in the main room. Here, computer consoles were attached down the wall, where various people could do their research. I eyed the rows and found number 7718. We don't really have to use our numbers, I just like doing that.
Finding Almon Halfour's file, I skimmed down it until I reached the area of his discovery of me.
"...until what made him famous came about. Mr. Halfour came upon the robot model X-7718 after five children defeated the wizard Stagmar in battle. However, these five children appeared dead at the scene. Only three names are known positively: Michael Amra, Will Stanton, and Bran Davies. The other two girls' names have been lost to time, although many historians believe one of them was named Elena. These children weilded some kind of power to defeat Stagmar. Details are unknown, because Halfour's book about the subject was lost in a fire...."
Interesting! But I needed the final two names to do an extensive research.
I type Elena into the Search box. I got a result, but it was just finding the name in Almon Halfour's file. I tried Alena. Nothing. Elana. No results!
I slammed my elbow on the keyboard in frustration. It hit two letters on the left side of the board: A and Q. I shrugged and pressed enter.
There were three results. Two were nothing important, but the third...
It was a file on Aqurtha. In parentheses was the name Alana.
The file said Alana was a girl born around 600 B.C who had control over Water and Earth who featured in a few folklore tales. It also mentioned Saphyria, or Traci, another girl who had control over two elements.
"Perfect."
I now knew what to search for. Opening up the search box, I entered in the names; Will, Mike, Bran, Traci, and Alana.
There was one file that contained all those names. The profile on a character very prominent in the fireside tales. Ector, Lord of High Magic. In it each of the names were mentioned as being people consultable to find more information on the mysterious Lord of High Magic. But apparently, nobody put these two hints together.
At the bottom of Ector's file was a poem.
"When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn it back.
Three from the circle, Three from the track.
Wood, bronze, iron; water, fire, stone.
Five will remain, and one go alone.

Iron for the birthday, bronze carried long,
Wood from the burning, stone out of song,
Fire in the candlering, Water from the thaw,
Six signs the circle, and the grail gone before.

Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold,
Played to wake the sleepers, oldest of the old.
Power from the green witch lost beneath the sea,
All shall find the light at last, silver on the tree.

It has been told to me that these prophecies are to take on a new meaning. One other then us Six will be the one on
the new quest. All I know is that he will be artificially made. What will come of this, even I cannot forsee. However, I hope these words reach the One's hands.
--Ector. "
Finally, the puzzle was in place! The reason I had been created was in front of me. I was the artificially made One Ector spoke of.
Iron, Bronze, Wood, Stone, Fire and Water were the names of the Six upgrades of the robot X-9023, who created the upgrades for himself but hid them when he decided they would be used for war. The first was painfully clear. I had the Iron upgrade already. It was given to me by Almon Halfour on his dying day. It was exactly 40 years from the day I was discovered.
The rest would tell me how to find the upgrades one by one.

A/N: Well, we've begun. ^__^