The Cause of Death
Chapter 2: A master of War
By: Novalon
He laid back, the cool unmoving void of the endless shadow welcoming him. Seemingly relaxed, he closed his eyes, as was the nature of the body he was currently in. Nus were not known for their briskfullness, except when they were cornered and in battle, he sincerly wished that this was not his most powerful form, yet something in the back of his mind told him it was merely a shadow of whatever he used to be.
And whatever he used to be chilled him to the bone, brought upon a fear that he imagined could not have been understood by any mortal man... save for one, who had been visiting him lately.
The blue haired Wizard visited the End of Time often in order to keep up with his studies. When asked, the Wizard spoke with what seemed in riddles.
"A blackness comes from afar... I can feel its power ever coalescing... I need your expertise in training in order to make myself stronger to combat this thing... I swear I have felt it before from somewhere..."
Questioning Gaspar had yielded a similar response.
"Janus' abilities of reading the flow of time have become more powerful than anything I could ever attain. His wish for tutilage has become his striving for success. Even I cannot see what is coming... for as far as I can tell, it never wished to make its way here before... something has changed... time has changed... but how, I cannot say. All I know is that whatever changes took place, all the travellers were unaffected due to the..."
He knew it, of course, Gaspar had stated the theory time and time again, something he had picked up from some Omni-powerful Guru/Prophet he knew from the past. Some Conversion of Time theory by some leading temporal analyst from the planet Earth known as Cain. He had later pointed out that a similar analyst had proven the theory once again, one who was known as Moxius Jettious, though he had theories of his own to add.
Granted, listening to Gaspar's endless drabble is like listening to a drunk talk about why he's drunk in the first place, you already heard it before, but that wont stop him from talking to you.
As far as Spekkio was concerned there was only one thing that bugged him, one single despairing event that shuddered his body at every occurrence, one thing that made him wish he did not need to sleep even in the body of some kind of immortal being.
Every night, he dreamed he was a monster.
That wasn't the half of it, whatever he dreamed about was not some kind of normal monster by any means, no, gazing at his surroundings in the dream world, he would see human hands reaching out to a vicious Nodachi and committing horrible acts of murder before his very eyes.
In his earlier visions, he saw he was taking part in some great battle, his side using weapons and technology against a less developed nation that had superior battle ability, at least until he stepped into battle. From then on, the slaughter of whoever he was fighting would begin. He would see tall structures that looked rather familiar, but yet he couldn't place exactly what they were called.
He longed for the evenings for dreams like that to come back, for his latest dreams were something out of unspeakable horrors. He would watch as his own human hands called upon various magical energies, throwing them into unsuspecting crowds, decimating populations of entire cities.
The first time he saw this horror was when he was able to see the entirety of his original first nightmare, start to finish. It had begun like all the others... so very much like all the others...
He was riding in some sort of vehicle, he realized that right off the bat. They called these things Trucks in the planet's future. He looked around at his surroundings as he always had.
There was a man with Spikey Black hair doing what looked like squats of some sort, he seemed very excited about something. There were two others with them wearing the same uniform the spikey haired man wore, but with helmets covering their face.
Silence... the lips of the men moved, but all audible noise was hindered in his hearing. He assumed it was because all the dreams made more of a visible impact, or maybe it was because perhaps the audibles would trigger something that some higher power did not want to happen.
The scene had shifted ahead, he was walking in some kind of mountainous range, the spikey haired man with him, but only one helmeted man. They were joined by some unknown black haired girl adorned in some kind of hiking gear. He couldn't quite remember how she had joined the group, but he had guessed that the truck he was in had taken him to someplace so he and the others could take her along, perhaps for some sort of guide through these mountains.
Various monsters attacked, the Spikey haired man doing his best to fend them off with his rediculously bulky sword, while the man in the helmet proceeded to aid in the battle the best he could by using a weapon similar to what Lucca used, only with some kind of metal projectles moving out at a very fast rate.
He watched magical energies flow into his hands, a faint green light also being let off by his sword. He could suddenly feel a deep voice, which he guessed was his, call out.
"Fire 3!"
Granted, he had never seen a spell strong than Flare before... but whatever fire spell he had cast caused his magical senses to overflow. The spell was completely off the charts of what any kind of human was supposed to be able to cast. He realized that in all the gruesome war battles that he had been in before, he had never used whatever magic he had at his disposal against another human.
Did this mean that there was some event here that changed him? It must have, because there were humans here fighting alongside of him, all of which who held reverent looks whenever they set their eyes apon him.
It was the same kind of look that Magus would give him whenever he helped the Wizard train. And he knew that he was the only one who recieved the look from the Wizard of Shadow.
The scene flashed by again, and he was standing in front of some gigantic metallic structure, the black spikey haired man standing behind him with a determined look on his face. There was something about this structure that made him worry, something about it reminded him of something that had happened on this very planet.
Spekkio silently cursed, it was probably the other way around if this had truly happened to him previously.
A cold wind was blowing, and though it was a dream, he could feel it. It stung far worse than any chilling wind he had ever felt before, and he watched as the man behind him was barely affected, taking it as if there were a slight breeze. The helmeted man was covered... so he had no idea as to how he responded. It was the girl who stood behind the helmeted man who did not have a single bit of wind hit her, it was almost as if...
Silver tendrils of his own human hair moved silently in the wind, his eyes narrowed as he suddenly realized what he was feeling eminating from the area, and he suddenly realized that his reaction had to do with his connection to whatever was inside the structure, the very same connection that only seemed to slightly be in the man behind him.
He knew this feeling well, for it coursed through every man who used this kind of power... it was the unmistakeable feeling of pure evil in the air, only one race had ever given this kind of feeling to those who had the magical purity in which to notice it...
It was the black wind... and there was some kind of being in the structure that had power that resembled that of Lavos!
But... he was connected... to it?
A scene flashed by again, he was evidently standing inside the structure, moving towards what looked like some kind of capsule... with some kind of creature inside of it.
His vision brightened again, and he heard maniacal laughter echoing, and he listened in fear, for he recognized it to be his very own back during the time where he had once been human.
And he knew... he had just watched the transition from what was evidently some kind of leader on the battleground... to a monster.
And he watched... as the green energy shown from his sword again, a sort of katana that seemed to be about 5 feet and 11 inches in length.
He watched as a human hand pointed towards an innocent looking town, one which seemed to be full of life.
And he heard the voice which sentenced their death.
"Flare!"
He found himself back at the scene from his very first instance of his nightmares... that very town in which it was he who burnt down. The cloaked man had called him a General... he must have been the kind of man who was greatly revered in this area before he committed this act of mass murder.
The scene flashed by again, he found himself in a room, his body was moving... and what he saw in front of him chilled him to the very bone, along with the strong magical backwash he was feeling from whatever was in front of him.
It was a creature, one that obviously looked like Lavos, it looked as his hands were being shown to it as a gesture of... peace?
He followed a creature that only wanted the destruction of whatever planet his dreams were a part of...?
The scene flashed by again, the spikey haired man lay collapsed on the ground outside of the room he was in. Unnoticed, a blone spikey haired man stood, holding the massive blade the other man once held.
The angry green eyes bored into his soul, as the blade was brought down apon him. Those same green eyes later showed pain as his own massive sword was shoved straight into the man's gut.
It was that same man who used his momentum to swing his body around, and cause whoever Spekkio was to be flung to some unseen area... down... down... down...
Blackness... and silence... and the overwhelming presence of the black wind...
It was ever close, and forever with him... for the rest of his nightmares.