( A/N) It's MEEEEEE! Anywho, this fic is not for young 'uns ,so leave now if you don't like dark writing. You 've been warned.

Disclaimer: Do I own IZ? Nope.

ON WITH THE FIC!

Chapter One- Blade of the Mind

" Is this a dagger which I see before me, the hilt toward my hand?"... "Or art thou a dagger of the mind, a false creation proceeding from the heat oppressed brain?"

- Lines from Macbeth, Act 2

Rather than my life flashing, I see others lives, or deaths rather, In my mind. I see an Irken shot in the back, another stabbed, one poisoned, the deaths getting more primitive, as if ages ago on Irk. After witnessing the gory deaths of 16 various Irkens; male, female ,tall and short, an unusual scene appears before me. I appear to be in a throne room, possibly millennia ago, during the Age of Turmoil. The Irken that spoke to me before is wielding a large black sword with luminous purple runes, surrounded by a pile of dead soldiers on the ground. He smirks and grows to my height . He now resembles me even more. He yells in the old language " I now rule my kingdom, with my spurt I have overthrown Greav!" I wonder if this was the fabled lost Tallest Den , who, according to ancient myth was killed overthrowing a leader he thought was "brutal".As historians put it, he was nuts and short, but was he?

Some one stabbed him in the back.

"Krenm suuu torgo, xali," said his attacker. The figure apparently was Greav; he said " You lost,traitor." Den coughed up blood and laughed. "Yjfda stres dur?" he replied , smiling despite the wounds from the fight and surprise attack. Greav scowled and stabbed him again. Den scowled and said in the language, "you won't escape." "I'd say I've gotten away well, commoner."

" Heh-heh, you fool," "From a line of 17 betrayed and deemed traitors one will rise and bring about a new age; the blood of traitors will be avenged." Den's eyes shut, showing he was dead.

So, these are my predecessors? Greav removed the pak- mine, and threw it out a window and stuck him with a syringe shrinking him back down to his old size. Den made a move , picked up the sword and tossed it to me giving me a look of encouragement. As I caught it, I awoke from darkness to find myself on a table in a basement...not knowing where I was but what I had to do.

(A/N) Thanks to my reviewers ,especially signed ones. You people are great.

Flames will be used to cook the flamer, WELL DONE!

PS Only 1 person mourned Minimoose , Invader Johnny (HI!). Only Invader Dom(HELLO!)

Didn't mourn Gir. I feel crappy about killin' em, but I wanted darkness for this fic , so the happy duo had to DIE!

GhostGir:(red) We're dead!

GhostMM:-Angry squeak-

GG: Git 'im (shrieks of pain from me)

Tyler: See? Revenge for them. R/R