(This is it, my second Wild Arms story! Yay! Anyways, for those of you who haven't read "The Demon Lord, Haruko" I'm afraid it will be somewhat difficult to keep up with the story and plot, mostly because this story is a direct sequel and carries on remnants of the first story and uses them strongly. With that warning aside, I shall have Dark Link do the Disclaimer!
Dark Link: Why me!
JUST DO IT!
Dark Link: Fine, Saddened Soul does not own Wild ARMs 3 or anything else owned by Sony or Media Vision. There, can I go now?)
The Myth of Crystaelius:
Prologue
The man opened his eyes slowly, his sensations blaring. He sat up from underneath the shallow, yet small, pool of water. His breathing was frenzied at first, but gradually slowed as he began to focus on his surroundings.
He was sitting in what seemed to be a small cavern, a single, dim- lighten lantern illuminating the dark shadows. He was nude, except for a small cloth tied around his lower areas.
The man winced as he climbed out of the pool, grasping what seemed to be worn- out cloak and placing it on his skin to protect from the frigid winds which seemed to be entering the cavern from the outside.
His long, blue hair slithered down his back as he exited the room, and what he saw surprised him.
He was standing on a low ridge of a mountain south of Laxisland. An enormous pile of stone, rock, and concrete could be seen within a large crater at the base of the mountain, and aside from that, strange, black creatures were scurrying around the rubble.
Two men, from what it seemed, in cloaks were supervising the excavation, and another, somewhat younger man with his hood off was commanding orders. The man had long green hair flowing down the back of his cloak, and a golden chain tied around his waist.
"It's quite interesting, isn't it, Mr. Cascade?"
Janus quickly turned to face a man which seemed to be in his mid- sixty's. The man had short gray hair and a few wrinkles were visible on his face. His eyes were a strange color, a color which Janus had never recognized.
"Who the Hell are you! Where am I!" Janus shouted as the man smiled casually. "I am known as Guile, Mr. Cascade, and you are here on Filgaia. I resurrected you from the dead for a reason. You should be grateful, most people who are murdered by the demon, Siegfried, don't usually come back."
Janus glanced around. "What is this then!" Guile chuckled somewhat, sighing. "I am the leader of a small group which I have titled, The Order of Osiris. The ancient Elws constructed somewhat grand civilizations before the Neosapiens arrived, Mr. Cascade. They called the council which governed the peace, The Council of the Osiris, and that, down there, is what is left of Saint's Tower, or the Osiris Cannon, which was a great weapon which ended the war centuries ago."
Janus started to calm down as Guile explained this. "All right, so whjy did you bring me back?"
Guile took a glance at the rubble before responding, "You are one of the only beings which can harness Filgaia's energy. Since I brought you back by utilizing your soul with the planet's, you are immortal, one with the planet per say."
Janus smirked. "So, you're saying I have limitless power, right?"
Guile nodded. "In a way, but I brought you back for a reason. That reason is for you to find the second user of the planet's energy and bring him or her to me. All I need is your cooperation with the great mechanism, Orion, and I can give you all the power you want."
The blue- haired Drifter's smile grew larger as he thought of the possibilities. "So all I have to do is bring you this guy?"
"Yes, it makes it that much easier by the fact that you can sense Filgaia's energy. You see, Saint's Tower was activated just seventy- two hours ago, and the only power which can activate it is the planets. So, someone else holds the ability to harness Filgaia's power."
(Well, I'm sorry it seemed short, but it was the prologue. For those of you who read my previous story, you already know who the other user of Filgaia's energy is. R&R!)
