Disclaimer: See the first chapter.

Author: This is a dream Irat has, just in case anyone gets confused.

GoodMorningBeautiful2005: Thanks! I've got a question real quick, how come reviews come so slowly un this part of My other ffs got around 10-25 reviews by now. Oh well. Glad you like it!

Smashing through a nearby wall with the remains of a chopped down tree, a young boy, about the age of 7, ran from a strange entity that had been hounding him for a year now. "What do you want with me?" the young boy called out, leaping over the fence.

"To show you the real power of Darkness! You are nothing, and you must be taught a lesson for looking in my eyes!" the dark pursuer said. Laughing evilly. Well that's not a very good excuse! The boy thought as he jumped yet another wall. He stopped just before he was about to run right off of a cliff. Oh crud. This is not gonna end well! He thought, turning to face his adversary.

"If you think I'm gonna let you take me down easily you've got another thing coming! I'm not going with you without a fight mister!" the boy said, his eyes glowing black, his hair becoming pure white.

"Oh my god, I'm so scared! I'm shaking! Oh no, the big mean kid is gonna hurt me with his wittle clawsies! HA! You're nothing kid! I, the Metal Head King, will take you under my wing and you WILL be my successor!" the dark form said as it came ever closer. "Irat, you are one of a kind, and you know that only through power will Threra ever come to like you the way she does. Come now boy, you know this is the truth." He added.

"NEVER! You are a Dark Maker and I will never join with you! NEVER! I DON'T CAR EIF THRERA NEVER LOVES ME BACK, I CANNOT DO THE THINGS YOU DO! YOU DESTROY WORLDS, KILL INNOCENTS! NEVE RWILL I JOIN YOU, AND NEITHER WILL THRERA!" Irat yelled, Dark Eco energy collecting in his left palm.

"The Dark Strike technique, the easiest of all Dark powers. You can't beat one of us with that little one. Don't make me have to bring harm to you… Or Threra." The Dark Maker said, his voice dripping with death and murder.

"NO! I WILL NEVER LET YOU HARM THRERA! I DON'T CARE IF IT MEANS GIVING UP MY LIFE! I WILL PROTEVT HER FROM ANYTHING!" Irat screamed, the ball becoming darker and darker as more and more energy flowed within it.

"Tell me where she is and I will not harm either of you." The Dark Precursor said, walking forwards menacingly.

"NO! YOU ONLY WANT HER FOR YOUR OWN SICK ENJOYMENT! I'LL NEVER GIVE HER OVER TO YOU! NEVER!" Irat screamed as the pent up energy grew so quickly and fiercely that the entire forest began to glow in a dark light.

"My, you possess quite a bit of energy little one. You actually could be a challenge. No matter. I am a Dark Maker, and I am invincible. You wish to fight, then we fight!" the Dark Maker called out, forming a ball of Dark Eco, much the same as Irat's. "I am your father, you WILL listen to me!"

"I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! I AM NOT SOME DAMNED DARK MAKER AND I NEVER WILL BE! GO AWAY!" Irat screamed as he shoved the ball of Dark Eco into his heart, accepting the complete transformation. Blood red eyes glared out from the ensuing smoke, and hair black as night floated about the enraged half-breed. Half Darkness, half Light, yet darker then both. "Now let us see who is the stronger. If I win, you will give us a ship and ten years to call our own. You may come back for us when you find us after that. Deal, father?" Irat said, extending two blue swords from his wrists. Tentacle like wings burst from his back, making him gasp in pain.

"Deal. I will let you transform, just to make this more fun." Irat's father said as he leaned up against a tree. A strange symbol glowed on Irat's chest, the merged symbol of the Dark Precursors, and the Light Precursors. The Light insignia glowed violet, while the Dark glowed a bright blue, much like the cloudless sky.

"Now father, no, Kor, I will destroy you and take Threra with me to the farthest end of the galaxy, out from your twisted grasp. I and she will carve out a life among the normal creations of the Precursors, living happily." Irat said, looking up. His eyes had lost all sign of Light, and were filled with endless Hate, Anger, and Fury. Glowing blood red with a black flame burning within, his eyes filed Kor with fear. The wings of light turned violet, then black as they turned from Light to Dark. "Now, we shall fight!"

"By the stars! He has become more powerful then I could have dreamed of becoming myself! This won't end well." Kor thought aloud, gasping as he took a sword to the stomach, followed by a furious assault of Dark Strikes, all thrown at once. "Gahh! You will never be able to use your Dark or Light powers again after this! I'm gonna make sure of it!" Kor added, sending a sign of pure Dark Eco at Irat's heart.

"RAAAAAAAGH!" Irat screamed as the mark burned into his chest. "For once, I thank you Kor. You have just made me even more normal!" Irat yelled as he plunged both swords into his father's heart, shredding it horribly.

"Ugh, to think, that I, the strongest of Dark Makers, would fall, to one, such, such as you. You won, the deal, is on. Use my own ship's escape pod. Go, my son…"

"AAAAAAH! Oh my god, it was just a dream, thank the Precursors, it was only a dream…" Irat said, sitting bolt upright in his bed next to a warm Threra.

"Are you ok? I heard you scream. Is something wrong?" she asked, putting her arm around him.

"No, it's ok. I just had a bad dream, that's all." Irat said, his mind running through millions of different things. "I just need to take a walk alone, that's all. Just to clear my head." He added.

"Ok, if you say so Irat." Threra said, laying back down on the soft bed.

"I thought that Kor's little curse would last forever, but it didn't. I should have realized that my own would last longer that his, but it too would die. Or perhaps, he is near, even in Haven City! No, he could not have found me so quickly. Or does he even know I'm here? Have the Dark Makers chosen this planet? If they have, I will beat them back to where they came, with or without the aid of the Precursors. Threra must be getting worried, I might want to be getting back now." Irat said, walking back home.

"Clear your mind Irat?" Threra asked, her eyes glistening in the dark room.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. I need to talk to you about my past Threra…."

Author: Irat can get pretty ticked off! Anyway, it may be a while now that the long weekend is gone. Sorry guys!