The Darkest Hour
By Ultima66
Prologue
I raised up my knife to my chest. It was time for me to leave this world. My own soul ravaged me, and I knew that there was nothing left of my life worth staying alive for. Far too many crimes have I committed in the past, and now that I finally realize that there is indeed good in my heart, I realized that the best thing left for me to do is put an end to the evil by freeing myself to this lonely world.
I stuck the knife in. I felt the cold blade inside me, and then felt pain more than anything I could have imagined I caused so many other people. My mind drifted away, almost like it was trying to escape the pain, but to no avail. Hot blood flowed all over my hands, and I felt faint. Everything then turned white, and up until now, I have no clue what happened.
To be perfectly honest, I have no clue what I am doing even now. I feel no more hatred or resentment, so I am sure that the pure evil part of my soul has finally left me. Then again, so has everything else. I am here to tell my tale, and that is all I have left to offer; far more than anything I could have offered anytime in the past at least.
They say that everyone is born with innocence. I feel otherwise, because I know as a fact that I have never had any innocence, at least not up until the point where I heard those fateful words that tormented me for days, before I finally gave in and freed myself from the world. I was a mage, and a swordsman. I have no true name, I was simply a mercenary to myself. I suppose you could have called me a specter, living my life over no real purpose but to plague others. My life consisted of following and killing people that I decided were for me to murder. I felt no reasoning behind any of it; I simply followed the evil heart that had plagued me and the world. You may ask how I felt nothing through all of this, but even I cannot answer that. As I have said, the evil that plagued my heart was something so dark there was nothing that could overcome it, at least that is how it was up until I the young girl's words were spoken, who I then killed.
Indeed I was powerful, but it meant nothing to me. I could have done so much with my abilities. I could even time travel. Instead I let it all go to waste over my bloodlust. A shame and a waste, but what was anyone to do about it?
I suppose I have to tell the tale of those that finally gave themselves to stop me. They were the heroes of time: Cless, Chester, Mint, Klarth, Arche, and Suzu. I decided they would be the ones I was to defeat and kill, and indeed I succeeded on that level. I had followed these warriors throughout time, watching them defeat the dark lord Dhaos 3 different times. These 6 were all scattered across time, though, and after Dhaos' defeat they proceeded to return to their own respective times: Cless, Chester, and Mint to my present, Suzu to 100 years in the future, and Arche and Klarth to 50 years back. After I witnessed Dhaos' defeat, I hung around the future and waited.
And that is where my time begins. From then on, I would never be the same, never return to my old life, and never return to the barren waste that is the earth to continue what I had left behind. My life was about to change, and I would finally feel what a soul was. I have given this world nothing, and I will never get a chance to give anything in return other than this. My tale is my repentance, and my old life, a symbol of what darkness truly is. I suppose that Edward D Morrison said that "If there is truly evil in this world, then it lies in the hearts of men," but I feel otherwise. True evil lied in me, and it is gift to the world enough that I may never step foot there again.
And now I must tell my tale, so that others may learn. Perhaps there is no point, since I doubt there will ever be another evil incarnate, but perhaps there is and will be. I may never know, but I at least will share the story regardless.