Hello everyone! I do not own Stephen King's The Dark Tower and all characters names are used out of admiration for such a great author. I also do not own the following anime Chrono Crusade, the Get Backers, or Hellsing. This is a work of fanfiction, based off of ideas of myself and a friend of mine.
Please Enjoy,
S.O.S
Prologue
For as long as Mankind has existed, there have been stories. These stories were passed by word of mouth, from one man to another for centuries. Each storyteller, usually and elder, when speaking may be inclined to add his own piece to a story. Story time was once a sacred and moving act. Members of each family waited anxiously for there chance to tell the old stories. These stories or myths gave reason to the dull and dreary lives of the tribes. Myths have an amazing ability to capture one's attention and hold it for years. They manipulate our senses and explain this haphazard world in which we live.
These myths tell of heroes destined for glory, and villains destined for Hades. They speak of love and endurance. They also speak of the end of time and of all existence. Some are labeled nothing but idol nonsense, or scientific inaccuracies. The sun does not rise because of Apollo, nor does the sea swell because of Poseidon. That which was believed to be a demon is actually a disease. Devils don't exist, nor do gods. It's all a construct of our imaginative minds. They are stories and nothing more. Yet there are still those who hold fast to these myths. Those loyal to the old ways. They feel a truth exists in them, and are constantly striving to find it.
Surely at one point in life one has dreamed of finding the Holy Grail, or even the fabled Excalibur. The legends of Arthur and Camelot; of Hercules and the Golden Apples; of King Midas and his Golden Touch. Stories of The Darkslayer and the Death of Time; of Roland and the Dark Tower; of Frodo and the Ring of Power. These stories have affected the lives of humans for centuries. If they are nothing but a child's speak then why pursue it so passionately? Do they have any meaning at all? How can one be certain of their existence?
One thing is for certain. These myths have stood the test of time, as if guided by the wings of Angels. These angels carry our hopes and dreams upon them. They carry the burden that so many have dismissed. They keep the stories going. This is one such story.