Prequel
The wind rued down the canyon, it's almost vertical sides trapping the gusting air and forcing it on. The grass on the canyon floor was forced up and the trees were blown from side to side. A flock of sparrows leapt sky-wards, startled by the sudden wind. Rabbits and deer shot for shelter from the frigid bite of the wind.
The canyon itself was immense, almost a mile wide and a mile and a half deep, it cut through the surrounding plains like a scar on the land. At its floor a river raged, it was this river that had forged the canyon over the millennia into its present shape. The cliffs on each side were huge walls that towered over the canyons floor, its faces pocked by a plague of caves, each a different size and shape. From one of these caves, there came a light that cut through the night's blackness.
It was placed almost half way up the cliff face and had no apparent entrance. This cave was strange compared to the others because it had an almost perfectly semi-circular entrance. The entrance led into a long tunnel that maintained the entrance's semi-circular shape, and every so often a smaller passage would break away from the main one. This tunnel dug under the plains for well over a mile but suddenly came to an abrupt halt before a steel door.
The sources of the lights are two brackets set into the wall on either side of the doorway.
On the other side of the doorway is a large circular room, carpeted and furnished with sofas and chairs. One wall is occupied by a large T.V. and opposite this is a large picture, showing a battle between two powerful enemies. The room is obviously some kind of living area. The only reminder that this luxurious living space was underground is the rock wall that encircles it. There are three more steel doors in the wall that must lead to other living quarters.
One of these doors is marked with two crossed swords and from inside comes the sound of some body exercising.
It leads into an enormous spherical room. This room does not have rock walls but is coated in steel sheets. From the door, a platform extends into the centre and on this platform is a computer array, full of blinking lights and displays. However it is not the room that draws the eye, but the figure, floating above the platform, fighting with the air.
He is a tall man, dressed from head to foot in a black suit. He is dark skinned and from under the cloth there is the faintest hint of a muscled body. In fact the only think that is not dark about him is his mass of blonde hair. He is hovering five foot above the platform and appears to be fighting with thin air. But after a closer examination it can be seen that there is in fact a small flying sphere, moving faster than most eyes can follow, pounding itself at him. He blocks every one of its attempts to hit him, seemingly effortlessly. Then after a few minutes he launches himself at the ball of steel and begins to strike back at the amazingly fast object until, with no apparent warning, he sores backwards and extends his arm, palm outstretched. From his open palm comes a ball of black energy that launches itself at the flying ball and wraps it in a dark embrace that seems to hold the ball rooted to the spot.
The man floats down to the platform and presses one of the switches, muttering to himself, "I need to find myself a real opponent, these fighting bots just can't keep up with me anymore", and the ball is released from its black covering, soaring of into an opening in the wall, which closes behind it.
The man then, after taking one last look around the room, concentrates briefly and his blonde hair turn black and shrinks slightly. Then he turns and leaves the room, in search of his new opponent.
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A/N: this is my first fic, and this is a preview for you lot to look at. Tell me what you think. Sos about da shortness but as I say this is my first fic and this is only a taster. I'm writing the 1st chapter now and will be finished soon.