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AN ANGEL'S CRY



Chapter One
The Vision of Allies and things to come.

Sage opened his eyes slowly. Did he leave the window open? A cool draft was coming in and he was bare back with the sheets tangled around his legs. "Great!" He thought sarcastically to himself as he got out of bed. Scratching his head and pulling up his long pajama pants, Sage groggily walked over to the opened window.

It was a beautiful night as moonlight softly glowed around the area and gently streamed into the room. "And to know I have sparing practice in the morning." He said sourly. Then he noticed it, a moonlight moving on the ground. His trained eyes followed it in circles, then slowly as it stopped and came toward the apartment. Sage thought to himself for a moment before concluding that someone must be playing with a piece of glass. However, why in the middle of the night?

He looked up, searching for the culprit. Instead, there on a far off building, Sage saw a lone warrior. Although partially hidden in the shadows of the night, he caught glimpses of him that was in the light of the moon. Sage inspected his query. His hand was on a long Datchi - maybe even longer than his Datchi. As soon as the warrior realized he had Sage's attention, he replaced his sword to its sheath that was located behind his back. Sage still was not too sure.

Yet, Sage was mesmerized. The warrior was sleek like a cat. "Who are you?" Sage whispered into the wind. As if the warrior could hear him, he beckoned him to come with a motion of a hand. The force was so strong that Sage could not deny the pull of the challenge in the gesture. He turned around swiftly, striding to the center of the room, grabbing his shirt from the floor and the armor of halo gem from his nightstand before coming back to the window.

However, the mysterious warrior was gone...lost in the dark as the clouds covered the moon. Still Sage did not care. Already transformed into the under-suit for the armor of halo, Sage leapt outside the window and began to run down the street. He bounded onto a nearby building roof. As quickly as possible he made his way to the site that the lone warrior had once stood. Sage felt out his surroundings, "No dark vibes," he thought to himself, "No positive ones either..."

Just then, Sage heard the faint sound of boots slowly coming up the street behind him. An empty street he now noticed, not a sound could be heard. Sage slowly turned around, as the sound of boots grew louder and louder. He walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked over. There he was the lone warrior who had stopped to a halt and looked up.

The clouds rolled back like curtains and the moon shone with vengeance. Sage now beholds his opponent, he wore a long coat, long boots, long pants but nothing was in black, it was all in gray! Most importantly, Sage could not see his face. The warrior wore a long hood.

"Humph" Sage grunted, "I'm losing patience with you." He shouted down to the warrior.

"Then you will lose the battle." Like a whisper on the wind carried the words to Sage's ears. "You are not ready."

Sage jumped down off the building and faced the warrior. About 6 yards away from each other, Sage tried his best to see the warrior's face. "What am I not ready for?" Sage shouted, "Do you even know who I am?"

"I know." The words flowed in the air like a thick mist. "Sage of Halo, Warrior of light, one of the 5 Ronins and once savior from Tulpa," he paused, and then his final words echoed. "You are not ready."

Sage did not understand. Who was this warrior? Why was he listening to this crap? Most importantly, why was he in a dead street alone facing a new opponent? Right now he felt like a jackass but he will be damn if he let his opponent knew that!

"You're talking garbage. Who are you and why are you here?" Sage said.

"Keep Watch."

"What?"

"You will see, when the time is right you'll know everything. But now, neither one of us are ready..."

"I don't trust you!"

"And vice versa. But..."

"But what?"

The warrior nods behind Sage. Sage glanced behind him in time to see the beautiful moon turn blood red. The warrior's words came to haunt him...

"Keep Watch..."



"Sage!" Ryo shake him more vigorously now. "Sage! Wake up, its a dream!" At the sound of Ryo's voice penetrating his mind, Sage bolted up in bed. "What? Where am I?"

"It's a dream." Ryo looked him over again. Sage looked horrible, not from fright or fear but from shock and strain. Ryo had never seen him in such a state of mind. He had run into Sage's room after hearing the violent thrashing he was doing. Now after a second look at Sage, Ryo's worry doubled.

Sage began to breathe more slowly now, taking in bigger gulps of air. He can feel the cold sweat run down his broad chest and back. He paused to recollect his mind. His head ached and the sudden chill of reality shook his entire body. At that same time Rowan, Kento and Cye rushed in.

"What's going on?" Cye asked, "Is everything alright?"

"No." Sage said calmly.

"Then what's going on?" Rowan asked Sage.

Sage said nothing; he did not even look up at them. Instead he slowly got up out of bed and looked around, making his way to the center of the room. This puzzled Kento, Rowan and Cye; they looked at Ryo who only shrugged. Everyone altogether turned and looked at Sage who was still surveying his room.

"But it seemed so real." Sage said after moment.

"Your dream?" Ryo inquired.

"Yeah." Sage answered. He pointed to his shirt on the floor, then to the Armor of Halo on the table stand. He looked up then, "and the window is open too."

They all look towards the window where White Blaze sits staring out the window towards the moon as the curtains gently blow in the light breeze.



Meanwhile in a different dimension, Tulpa sits on his throne. One year was like a day to his immortal soul, and as each day passed his bitterness grew. He had tired endless assaults on the earth but nothing prevailed.

"That blasted Jewel of Life!" He thought to himself, "Even though the Ancient One dies, his slime does not." He balls his fist to contain his anger; instead, his body trembles in fury. If only he could breach the protective covering the Jewel of Life cast over the Earth's universe, resurrect his armor and destroy those annoying Ronins...

Tulpa had to exhale, just to think of them caused so much fury in his soul that his palace shook with the intensity. He was the greatest evil sorcerer - fear shook the hearts of many at the sight of him- but not those fools, they were too stupid to see his greatness and with their ignorance came the courage to face him. In addition, the power of the Ancient One, the Jewel of Life and the White Armor combine was enough to defeat him.

The last battle he fought on Earth against the Ronin Warriors was etched into his mind like a scar that would not heal. He had been tricked that little brat called Ryo of the wildfire tricked him and he was defeated. But it wasn't only the wildfire; there was also Kento of Hard Rock, Cye of the Torrent, Rowan of Strata and Sage of the Halo.

"Yuck!" Tulpa stood up straight, it was shameful but he would learn from his mistakes and enslave the Earth after he made sure those little brats met a bitter and miserable death. First, he had to get past the covering...

Tulpa walked down his grand hallway and down his magnificent staircase. Dark dynasty soldiers line the wall; they came alive at the presence of their Emperor. Suddenly Tulpa came to an abrupt halt at the bottom of the staircase, something was different and he felt it. A new presence would dare face him in his time of fury - He smiled evilly, "This should be divine." He thought. Then aloud like a thunderclap, Tulpa's deep voice boomed, "Come fort and show yourself or face my never ending wrath!"

There was total silence. Then a mighty gust swept the room and darkness flowed in from the shadows, windows and cracks. It crawled and swarmed towards Tulpa. Tulpa could feel its rare and overwhelming evil power and to him it was magnificent.

The darkness swirls around his feet, and then it backs away to form what appears to be a man. His flowing white hair touches his hips and his lean body radiates with darkness. His eyes glow a wicked yellow next to his darkly tanned skin. He looks Tulpa up and down a few times then begins to laugh. His voice was deep, smooth and easy - betraying his dark aura. Tulpa eyes glow crimson red in challenge to his opponent, he now knew that this being was far from any mortal man.

"Tulpa, right?" he asked.

"Give me one reason why I should not grind you into dust?" Tulpa responded.

"1. Because you can't and 2. I'm the key to the destruction of the Ronin Warriors."

"Who are you and what's the catch?"

"I am darkness and the only thing you have to do is help me kill 12 disgusting warriors."

"Why?"

"Because they can resurrect a power that can destroy us both."

Tulpa thought for a moment. He controlled the situation, for if this being were so strong then he would not need his assistance. Nevertheless, the being did and Tulpa was going to find out why. It was his turn to laugh.

"Explain, quickly" Tulpa said.

"I am from a distant galaxy about 12 million light years away from this one." He began, "I have enslaved a planet through my power, which is known as 'Dark Energy' But 12 warriors oppose me."

"Why can't you just kill them?"

"Why can't you just kill the Ronins?"

Tulpa thought for a second, "Continue."

"The guardian of the planet, 'The Angel' is no more. Long ago her body perished and her soul roams the planet, migrating from woman to woman." He paused, "I want that soul."

"Then go back to your planet and get it!"

"Listen! Even if I find the woman the soul is in, there is no way I can get it. The soul represents all purity, light and holy power - It can destroy us both because we are darkness. The warriors know that."

"So what are they doing about this?"

"They're looking for an ancient book that was banished into space after the Angel's body perished. It is believed that it landed on planet Earth. I must get it before they do." He steps closer to Tulpa, "See, the pages in this book each controls a major element of the universe. It also can summon the Angel or..." He smiles wickedly, "Destroy her."

"Exactly how powerful is this Angel?"

"She can wipe out your entire army with a single tear drop!"

"So, you need my assistance on Earth to find this book?"

"Actually no. I need your army of tin cans."

Tulpa sneered. "You come here acting high and mighty, requesting the use of my army? Who do you think you are?" He roared.

He gave Tulpa a half smile. "Believe me Tulpa; you wouldn't want me as an enemy!" With that he turned around, "Did you not hear me? I rule the 'Dark Energy', which is everywhere and is constantly growing in space." He holds out his hand and Tulpa looks at the swirling black mist. "Behold a tiny demonstration of my power." He blows the black mist onto one of Tulpa's soldiers. The mist overwhelms him and the soldier drops to his knees. In a matter of a few seconds, the solider arose slowly to his feet with golden eyes. Its power had increase by over a hundred fold. In the center of its head was a mark of a star.

"See Tulpa," He said, "This soldier is three times as strong as your warlords put together."

"I can do the same..."

"No Tulpa you can't." He faces Tulpa again. "Your power is crippled by the human spirit. That's why your warlords turned against you, but my power has no weakness."

"Then why are your here?" Tulpa demanded as his patience began to run thin.

"I'm here to bargain with you." He smirked, "Are you willing to make a deal with the prince of Darkness?"

Tulpa eyed him suspiciously. This being knew the Ronins, even had the audacity to turn his back to Tulpa. "Out with it and state your catch!"

"I will give you some of the dark energy's power to do with as you please, but I want you to kill those warriors who have traveled to Earth. The power I will give you is more than enough to slaughter your menacing Ronins while figuring out a plan to crush those imbeciles who oppose me."

"That's it?"

"Yes, since the book is on earth and your so called powerful dynasty can be wiped out because of it, I have no intentions of saving your hide in the process of saving my darkness." Tulpa's eyes glow with fury as the being continues, "You'll have to work for your salvation!"

"You fool!" Tulpa send a ball of energy at the being.

With a single finger, it was blocked and absorbed into the being's body. "Uh-Uh Tulpa, that's no way to treat a guest!" His smile was cruel, his teeth a bright white and his eyes were those of evil.

Tulpa never knew or saw what hit him. He was thrown into a wall that immediately crumbled on impact.

"I told you Tulpa, you don't want me as an enemy. But you've proven to be a worthy ally."

Soldiers ready their swords and spears against the being but with a wave of Tulpa's hand, they fell back. Tulpa arose to his feet. "The dark energy's power is truly powerful; it must take discipline to control it." Tulpa said, "Only one being was capable of doing that and he is Damien."

The being eyes glows. "That is what I am called." He stares at Tulpa. "Then you should know that this isn't a trick or a 'pleasant-hello' call."

Tulpa takes his time and contemplates the entire situation. He knew the legends that surrounded Damien, and they stretched throughout the galaxies. He is known as the greatest source for evil that ever existed; no one betrayed his commands because no one ever lived long enough to tell about it. However, Damien is rarely seen and rarely wants for anything; this must be a great treat to all evil if he was here.

"Alright." Tulpa said at last. "Let's talk."