The pale wyvern had flown off for a moment to think to itself. Things had become complicated. He had planned both for and against mistakes, and yet, things still went ary. But this new happenstance was odd to him. Light had reappeared now, and despite his actions and greatest attempts, had done so before as well. Yet, what he didn't understand was the reason.

In many cases, a few seconds meant everything. The few seconds it had taken for the assassin to finish the girl had done its intent, but there was a small brink in which the blow was struck. Each and every pawn had an extreme link of possession upon it, and none could resist its power, nor muster enough willpower to escape from Evil's possession. But in that instance, that one millisecond in which the blade had been driven into the young girl...there had been a gap, a tiny fracture in the power in which Evil controlled the assassin. He had seemingly "lost connection" with the exact movements of the one they called "Celos" and that fracture had done something that aroused the power of Light, or that had not killed the girl.

Each and every one of the six pale warriors he had were exact in their movements and attacks. There was nothing that could have caused the swift strike of the blade to miss...except that fracture. Was it possible that the link between two sisters, "Love" and "Care" as human's called it, had been strong enough to instantaneously sever the link? A tiny turn of the sword as it was driven, or misdirection, would easily cause the wound to be not fatal. But at the time, Evil had not recognized the severity of this instance. He had not ever seen it before.

The girl was not dead at that moment, only dying.

The wyvern sighed and shook its head. The point was moot. Light was now upon him, but he had fought it before and won. It was mostly a distraction, as the world was almost decimated when its arrival was complete. But it would seem that in the future, Evil would need to take a second look at itself whenever such an important task was to be completed.

These mortals were stronger then he thought.

The entirety of Windurst had gathered in the central square at the request of many officials, as well as Light herself. Every man, woman, and child had shown up, most of which only came to see the one known as "Light." It disgusted Halystaru to see that people only came to bow to their "savior"; he found the whole situation unappreciative of the people who had already given their lives to fight against this beast.

The rest of the people were there too: Chase, Halystaru, Januz, and Daleth. Each had been specially requested to appear by Light herself, but Daleth had not come very willingly. Things on his mind were bothering him, but he kept quiet regardless.

The Star Sybil now stood near Heaven's Tower in front of the people of Windurst with Daleth and co. on one side, and Light on the other. As she spoke, her voice was obviously increased by magic so that everyone could hear it.

"Bastok, Sandoria, Jeuno, Selbina, and now, even Mhuara, lay in ruins. What remains of the civilized world now lays in our home, Windurst, which faces an imminent threat: Evil and their armies approach us from the north."

"Last night, an assassin, one of the six that Evil uses in its ways, appeared at our doorstop. Every guard in her way was easily swept aside or killed, and thus, we were given no warning when she snuck into our town and killed a young girl, the one who now stands beside me, clad in white armor. She claims to be called 'Light.'"

"This girl single-handedly fought off this attacker and nearly left her dead, but she has escaped, and was seen heading north. With our backs to the wall, I was forced to make a decision and finally send out scouts to see what lay before us. North of us, on the edge of Tahronghi Canyon, there is an army of fifty thousand Beastmen assembled with Evil leading it, heading our way."

"That was of this morning. The wars we knew twenty years ago have seemingly arisen, but in a new sense. The Shadow Lord that nearly killed us all was a simple PAWN of these new attackers. I lie not when I say that we cannot win this battle. But these six can. Daleth, Halystaru, Chase, Januz, and Light, once known as 'Kidria' have fought this monster before and won, each in different situations. This new threat is clever; some of those who have killed it have taken the spot of those they destroyed, becoming their allies."

"The stars are quiet to me. They no longer speak, their voices are blocked by a wall that is not to be seen. Wards have been placed around Windurst herself so that we will know if an assassin will appear once more, but I tell you all now this..."

"If Windurst falls, so does the world. We are the last of what this nation has known as civilization."

The Sybil, her speech now finished, stepped down from her perch and stayed quiet, her head bowed. The crowd, previously loud and anxious, copied her silence. Chase, a member of Windurst, found the silence unsettling, but found Light's uncaring grin even more so...

Hours later, Daleth drooled over some book, its pages torn and yellowed with age, trying not to fall asleep. He had left in the middle of the procession, not interested in trying to understand the complexity of all that had happened. Other things were on his mind.

There was a knock on the door; Daleth turned his head up and saw a small eye peeking through the hinges. He nodded approvingly, and a small figure walked into the room peevishly, staring at Daleth and his books.

Halystaru's eyes scanned the hundreds of tomes that Daleth had shifted through in the library of Windurst. She chuckled.

"Since when are you the scholarly type?"

Daleth let off a half spirited laugh. "I'm just trying to not use one of these as a pillow, or to heave one out a window." Halystaru walked forward and sat on a chair, watching Daleth. As Daleth scanned the books, the taru's eyes followed.

"Why did you leave the procession?"

This question jolted Daleth, but he hoped that he had not made it very visible to the eye in doing so. He put down the book, sighed, and turned an eye towards Halystaru without moving his head.

"I needed to get to these books as soon as possible."

"What are these books?"

"Tomes. Ancient legends. Myths. Unsolved mysteries. Anything that can give me a hint to things..."

"'Things'...?"

"Light. I want to understand what's going on. Whatever it is that saved me last night, it wasn't the girl I have been protecting."

"What do you mean? She saved your life. And she may very well save Windurst."

Daleth shook his head stubbornly. "I don't think that is her intention."

"Why do you think that?"

"You and I know Kidria very well. While you were encased in stone, I saw her get murdered. I saw her bleed. And I saw what we know as 'Light' come out of her form. Her looks and this situation would make any person think that this is Kidria...but it isn't."

Halystaru looked at Daleth expectantly, until the silence got awkward. She coughed.

"Why?"

"Last night, a child ran by in the street. A young boy, must have been five or six years old. He was simply playing in the streets, enjoying his life. But he practically ran right into the battle that Light and Dark held on that same street, and Dark caught him and used him as leverage against Light. She threatened to kill him if Light attempted any more attempts on Celos' life. Light didn't care."

"So?"

"Kidria has been selfless. Always has been, until the moment she died. We all know she would give her life for us, and would fight for her friends under any circumstances. There was nothing driving her to fight Celos last night other then self defense, and a boy was kept under Light's actions: She decided if he died or lived. But Light didn't care, she even said she didn't. She willingly charged forward, but Altana must have been with that boy: He got away unharmed."

Halystaru shrugged. "Your point being?"

"Kidria died last night. Light, as best as I can figure from Evil's mentions, took her body, using it like a tool. She didn't care about the well-being of a boy, and with these actions, I am trying to see if Light is really on her side."

"I think you are being paranoid." Halystaru giggled.

Daleth stopped reading and closed the book. "There was one other thing. Her voice..."

"Her voice?"

"It was so identical to Celos'. Almost twin like. I don't think Light will save any of us, but I could be wrong. So I came here, to the Library of Windurst: The greatest collection of lore in the world, to see if I can find anything on the relationship between these two."

"Daleth, I understand what you are trying to do, and I can respect you, but..."

"But you think I am being stupid?"

"No, I was going to say, I wish you'd ask for help. I read. A lot. And I can tell you now that none of the books you are looking at will help you at all."

Daleth turned frustratingly. "Can you tell me what books can, then?"

Halystaru grinned ear-to-ear. "I can try."

Day weaned into evening, and finally dissolved into the dreary night. Circles had formed around Halystaru's eyes in her lack of sleep, and Daleth was now snoozing into some book and mumbling something about Mithra's on a beach as he snored.

Halystaru pulled out one last book whose cover was unreadable and covered with dust. She blew it off and the dirt on the jacket drifted into the air, causing Daleth to cough in his slumber. Undisturbed, Halystaru opened the jacket and was immediately intrigued by its contents. The book only held three or four pages at most, but the jacket covering the book was huge. She looked for a title and saw none, but when she read the first line, Halystaru knew she had hit the jackpot.

The lack of sleep which had weighed so heavily on her a moment before seemingly disappeared, and Halystaru shook Daleth vigorously. He slowly came back to consciousness, obviously grumpy that the Mithra's weren't real, but Halystaru showed him the book without speaking. His eyes grew wide, and the two of them read the verse aloud together.

"When dark recalls all it has to offer,

renewing the object it once held,

The greatest power shall be found

in the smallest possible voice,

The six shall stand against the five when one is felled,

But victory means death and losing means destruction; all decided by the sister's choice."

"This must be something!" Halystaru was ecstatic.

Daleth simply rubbed his eyes. "I'm getting real tired of that poem." Halystaru elbowed him in the side, and he straightened up immediately. The writing gave no title, but only held an odd legend. The two of then continued along in the book, reading in unison aloud to the books on the shelves in the Library.

It is often cliché, nonchalant, even, to hear a greater immortal call a mortal "Ignorant." Although oftentimes mortals are just that, they can learn great things, but their greatest weakness is a hope that clings to any excuse. In this way, Evil can be misconstrued as an ally, but really has no great aims in mind to help any who claim to worship their ways. Misunderstanding your allies is a great mistake. Such is the story of Light and Dark.

The common misconception that follows Light and Dark is that they are unnatural forces, immortals that are extremes on opposite ends. Light is often seen as a warrior of some time clad in White, wielding great weapons and jewels that fights Evil. Evil, on the other hand, is a force that prefers the color of Black, who does not actively seek to destroy light, but only attacks those in their way. Because Light is always constantly out to fight Dark, Dark is often seen fighting back. When people see this, they often think exactly what an ignorant observer WOULD think: That they are opposing forces.

The history of Light and Dark is twofold. They are immortals, without a permanent form, that have been around since Time itself. They were around before Beastmen, they were around Civilization, and they will be around after mortals are all gone. They cannot be destroyed, neither can: Only warred upon. It's an endless fight betwixt the two, but what is often misunderstood is the terms of "good" and "bad".

Light and Dark are like children, two sisters of a family. They see the world as a toy in which to play in. In certain context, Dark is more "mature" then her sister in that she really doesn't care to bother others, only to play around and get what she wants. Unfortunately, Evil's aims including world domination and control of everything, and as of yet, she has actually succeeded several times, just not for a prolonged period of time. If she gets what she wants, she is happy. If she doesn't, she will do whatever it takes to get it back, and considering what that involves, it comes as no shock that many see her as "an evil force".

Light however, is almost exactly like her sister. She only wants to have "fun". Her enjoyment in this world, her goal, is to fight her sister. That is what she does, she is always on a constantly endless mission to fight her sister. But because Dark's actions are often seen as a crime upon the civilized world, it seems that Light is on the side of justice. She fights her sister, therefore, she must fight for the betterment of the world.

The truth is that Light couldn't care less if the entire cosmos was destroyed in her "fun".

Daleth shook his head. "The boy..."

If anyone gets in Light's way, if anything were to disrupt her fight with her sister, they will be attacked and thrown out of the way with brutal force. Light will accept any help that may come to fight her sister, but Altana help the soul that gets in her way. Light is far more brutal then her sister could ever be.

The two sisters use the same methods to complete their missions. Each "possesses" a mortal body which is then strengthened to a degree the mortal has never before experienced. These methods are very, very painful, and more often then not, the mortals are unwillingly chosen, and the two sister's do not care if any resistance is made. However, if Light or Dark were ever made to leave a body, the mortal which was taken would be returned to their formal self in the exact same case they were before they were possessed.

Furthermore, Light and Dark have two important aspects to themselves. They can and often will "Divide", spreading their possessions to more then one mortal body. The more people that one of the sister's controls, the weaker the power and hold that the sister has per each body. Evil, for example, could probably control the entire world by possessing everyone, but her influence would be spread so thin that it would be easy to be freed from her grip. An undivided Light will always defeat a Divided dark one on one, but an undivided Light versus ten divided Darks is a different story. Thus, both of the sister's usually have several mortals at their call.

Light divides more carefully and gently then her sister. She usually produces several weapons of the Light, which is then given to those whom Light deems worthy. These mortals who take up the call of Light are turned into the same likeness of Light herself, and fight alongside her. Dark, on the other hand, takes her victims without warning, and more hastily. Her blood is the virus which corrupts those whom she sees fit; any whom touch her silvery sinew are subject to her control.

When they divide, Light and Dark always choose a main soul. It is often, but not always, the first one they possess. The main soul is the leader of the divided, the one main control of all the mortals that that particular sister controls. The main soul gives orders, is the one who masterminds the actions, and is basically the main "Embodiment" of Light and Dark. They are the strongest of all the mortals of whom Light or Dark controls, and they are the key to removing Light and Dark from this world.

The two sisters are two keys to a single lock. As said, they cannot ever be killed, but they can be removed from the world, "Set back" in a kind of sense. If removed, they must find their own way back into the world, which can days, centuries or eternities. But it is the only way to remove them from the mortal coil.

It is vital to mention that anyone who is not the main soul can be saved from the grasp of Light and Dark. They must simply be brought near the brink of death by the opposing side's blade or weapon, such as a divided Dark brought to near death by Light's sword. This process is painful, and does not always work, but mortals can be saved by this process. However, the main souls can never be saved. When Light and Dark are removed from the world, the main souls die. There is no redemption for them.

Light and Dark are balanced in their strength. If they were to meet in a battle one on one, they would be matched in everything: Strength, speed, agility, and stamina. Because of this, the scales are only tipped by outsiders: Those whom currently roam the world when the two sisters fight. They decide the outcome of the battle. Oftentimes mortals take the side of Light, and thus Dark is fought off to recover itself, but Dark has won her fair share of battles as well. Never in history have the sisters been "Removed". The process is simple, but difficult, to execute.

First, one blade from the possession of Light, and one of Dark, must be obtained. Then, at the same exact instant, they two blades must be thrust into their opposing main soul: The blade of Dark into the main soul of Light, and the blade of Light into the main soul of Dark. The two forces are balanced, and must forever remain balanced, so it is necessary that this be executed simultaneously, as both forces are then taken from this world in one fell swoop.

Dark in Light and Light in Dark balances out. It makes both sides neutral, forcing a sort of "vacuum" to be created. If neutrality is achieved, it is still balanced, and either side recovering upsets the laws of either side. This sucks Light and Dark from the world, until they can find a way to return. This process is called a "Reckoning".

Both Daleth and Halystaru were shocked at the next line.

"The current main soul of Dark is Cerulean. The current main soul of Light is Kidria. Both must be killed at once, if this world is ever to be saved from the two sisters."

That was it. The book's text ended there, and to Daleth's dismay, when he turned the page, all that remained was dirt and yellowed pages. There was nothing else in the book. His shut it and, still shocked, looked out the window to see that the sun was rising.

The door to the library burst open, scaring Daleth, and causing Halystaru to jump out of her chair with a light squeak. She recovered herself and turned back to the Hume guard in the door. He was frantic, sweating, and obviously worried. He turned his eyes towards Halystaru and Daleth and then gulped.

"The Beastmen shall be upon us in hours, and all warriors are to ready themselves for battle. But I was sent by Light to come get you two."

Halystaru scratched her ear and yawned. "Why?"

"Because..." The guard sighed. "You've been chosen."