Chapter 1...The beginning of the end...

A man, the age of 34 was standing in the midst of an open field. He was a tall and well built man with hair the let down to his shoulders. He wore a suit of black armour and had a bow strung at his side. He scanned the horizon of the field, looking, searching. The wind picked up and his hair blew back and away from his eyes. At that moment a glint of silver was seen and the man fell to his knees. A figure stood behind him with his sword through the mans left side, blood dripped slowly down the long silver blade. "Yu...you..." the man gasped for breathe and slowly turned his head to look at the man who had attacked him."Yes, Me." the man replied in a voice of power and objectiveness.

He pulled his sword from the mans side and blood splattered in all directions, the man fell to the ground. The victor looked down on his dieing foe, "Tell your master he has controlled these lands and these people for long enough. Tell him I am coming, tell him I am ready to fulfill the prophesy of a hundred years past." The man waved his hand and his fallen foe rose from the ground. His wounds healed and his strength restored, he went for his sword, but, before he could even feel the handle of his weapon there was a long silver blade at his throat. "I have given you a new lease on your life. Don't give up your chance so hastily. Leave the darkness and enter the light, live on your own path, live on the path separate from Jiborian. Go! And deliver my message to him!"

With that, the man in the black armour ran off and out of the field leaving his bow and quiver of arrows behind. The victor of the battle bent down to pick up the quiver of arrows. He looked like a young man, possibly only 18 years of age, but in fact, he is much older. No one knows his exact age, for records of the past have since long been forgotten. He was wearing armour of a long forgotten race; his sword was a silver metal which had not been seen since the days off old. He got his name from the colour of his armour and the speed of his blade. He was Quick Silver, the leader of the rebellion known as the United Forces. The United Forces, an organization that is fighting the dark army of Jiborian, the oppressive ruler of the land and a ruthless conqueror of the once great kingdom. The United Forces is composed of those who despise the Dark Armies and wished to bring back the days of prosper and peace.

The life of Quick Silver was not always fought with battles and useless bloodshed. Long ago, before the time of Jiborian he had lead a quiet life with his wife and children. In a tragic story only fit for a book, his family was horrifyingly slain before his own eyes. He was helpless to save them and could only watch; watch as his whole life was killed before his very eyes. Since then all he has known was fighting. "I now know it was you Jiborian, it was you all those years ago. You will pay for what you have done to me, and what you have done to this once great land. We are coming for you, and you cannot run fast enough, hide well enough, or fight hard enough to stop us from achieving our goal." With that the wind picked up again and his short hair ruffle in the breeze, he looked towards the mountains and headed off.