Summoning of the unknown
As Yukomo drifted along the strong current he closed his eyes and just waited for what breath he had taken to run out and to take one final breath of nothing but the water that surrounded him. Somehow, it felt peaceful and nice drifting along with the current and flowing deeper and deeper down into the murky abyss below. It took a while before he realized that it seemed as though he were getting heavier and the water around him were getting lighter, and his body slowly started to turn so that he were falling as if he were just standing. Little bubbles floated gracefully upwards around him or so he thought, his eyes still being shut. Just then his feet hit something solid, something that was definitely not the river bottom for he felt no current at all at that point, and as he opened his eyes to look about a blinding yellow light shot up from under him and all he could do was shield his eyes from the intense golden aura that shone brilliantly below him. Yukomo brought his arms down to gaze onward at this spectacle and his jaw dropped at the sight of a flock of deep blue birds taking flight from the massive circle that he was standing in. Although the thing that surprised him the most was the fact that he now could breathe freely, as if the water had just vanished; sucked away from the planet by the gods themselves and replaced by this vast darkness surrounding him.
Yukomo looked down and saw what appeared to be an immense pentagram with the faces of people he had never seen before painted upon it in each of the spaces between the points, and as he made his way to the center to see what the large black symbol in the center was it illuminated with a shimmering white glow, almost as if it had been engulfed with holy energy so beautiful that It could make the most divine of angels shed a tear, and Yukomo felt compelled to reach out to the light coming from what appeared to be a keyhole. A white light spread in a beam from the center of his open hand until it was about half of a foot out on each side and then it solidified itself as a black hilt, and a long straight blade of the same color as the hilt. The blade over all was about four feet long, while the handle was roughly one foot long, and it seemed to emanate with some unknown power.
Suddenly he sensed something behind him and turned around quickly; only to see a tall figure in a long black and almost gothic looking trench coat that was almost fully zipped up, save for the waist down. The hood on the figure draped down far over his face, making it impossible to tell what they looked like. They're stance was strong; arms crossed behind they're back. Yukomo reached out to the figure in wonderment "who- who are you?" He said with a bit of a stutter from the surprise of everything that was going on around him. Although the figure didn't exactly speak, it was almost as if its words were spoken in Yukomo's head.
"My name is of no concern of yours, only the names of those who may lose their hearts are important." The words seemed to string together as if some form of visual poetry had begun within Yukomo's head. "To embrace darkness is to let the light drift, and to embrace the light is to let darkness fade"
"But wait up a minute, what are you talking about!" Yukomo questioned sternly as he ran at the hooded figure and it just disappeared in a flash of light and reappeared behind him.
"with the acceptance of destiny your world has been connected" it said as it glided around Yukomo who stood at the ready for any attack that this thing might throw at him "and with that connection, your world may be consumed"
"So what does all of this have to do with me? What do you mean the acceptance of destiny?" Yukomo questioned in a plea.
"Only you hold the key to stopping oblivion, the choice is yours, but are you worthy?" And with that the figure disappeared as mysteriously as it had appeared, and lanky looking shadows started to creep across the ground towards Yukomo. In a cold fear Yukomo jumped back, but was hit by something from behind that seemed like it had dug some sort of claw into his back through the swing. He turned quickly only to see a lanky shadow in a physical form, almost as tall as he was with sharp features and strange looking things that jutted out of its head and moved about just like antennae. At this point Yukomo realized that it was going to take his all in order to accomplish this task, and he also realized that if he was having trouble with just one, that he may not survive the other four shadows that he saw coming at him.