Heroes.
A term that was created thousands years ago, in order to generate hope in the hearts of the innocents, which had the effect of creating mythical figures that marked later generations.
What is a hero? A hero is a person who has the courage to help others even in the most adverse situations, is the one who renounces his own interests and himself.
There were several whose thoughts differed from the others, they believed that heroes were nothing more than glorified murderers who had the duty to take the lives of those who were considered evil in the cruelty of wars. A thought that would fade as the years passed.
Contrary to popular opinion, which usually refers that only those who possess special power are the only ones who can be called heroes, being a hero doesn't requires having superpowers.
The truth is that anyone can be a hero, even a man who does something simple and comforting as throwing a coat around the shoulders of a child, and let him know that life continues.
But where there is light there will always exist darkness, both of them are the two sides of the same coin, one can't exist without the other, in contrast to the light known as heroes, their antithesis born.
The villain.
Born of fear and agony, they are those who haven't differed so much from the heroes in their beginnings, however, they have lost the way and had been carried away by the dark parts of their souls that led them to commit despicable acts multiple times.
This is where one of the most recognized debates in human history starts.
Heroes or Villains?
A question that many people used to ask, after all, both are figures with ideals, what makes the difference is the way that their form of "justice" affects the society.
Once upon a time, the story of a person who swayed in the web of an uncertain destiny, the mere presence of her made the bravest man kneel at his feet as a sign of respect.
She was everything and nothing, the one who was assigned great power and great responsibility.
However, the fate played a card that he hadn't seen coming that made her soul enter in a war between benignity and inhumanity.
As she grew stronger, his reasons for wielding his power became more important to judge, once she had accomplished everything to end his adventure.
With each new pride a new pain was born and with that, she still kept getting up until the day when her core with a selfish desire, will be devoured in that moment by a dangerous desire from the dark side.
And it's here where I invite you to stay in this adventure, and observe what will be the path that this individual will follow.
She will be the destroyer of now or the savior of tomorrow?
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The world was on fire.
The entire district of the city was in ruins. The buildings had collapsed, leaving nothing more than molten bricks and burning wood.
Screams pierced the night as long as people burned alive. Their clothes melted like paper, leaving only bones behind. The childrens watched with tears in their eyes how their parents tried to protect them. They tried to cover them with wet towels or hide them inside basements.
Nothing worked. Children saw as their parents burned alive; and those unfortunate parents watched as their childrens joined them.
Nothing escaped the fire ...
The whole district fed it and consumed it all greedily.
The police and fire departments had been called as soon as the fire appeared. Due to the intensity of the flames, they had no choice but to wait outside and do their best to prevent it from spreading. Later, many of them would receive medals of bravery for fighting the fire, since it had been the largest in the history of the city.
The medals did nothing to calm their consciences, because they felt in their hearts that they had let thousands of people die.
They did not consider themselves heroes; for those who had witnessed it, that day there was only one hero, and that had been the man who had emerged from the fire. Suffering from smoke inhalation and covered in soot but alive, carrying several children on his shoulders. No one had ever seen him go into that hell, but he obviously had; How he could survived if he had been in that place from the beginning?
The officers had provided the few survivors with blankets and water and then sat themdown in the backs of several ambulances. Paramedics at the scene attempted to remove the childrens from the man's arms to take them to the hospital, but the man refused to release a specific one.
Neither the man or the boy seemed to notice the people around them. They stared at each other, green eyes in a weathered face staring down at a cluster of golden globules.
The man just cried, tears running down his face and repeated the same words to himself.
-She is alive ... she is alive ...-
...
In the middle of a wasteland full of vegetation a war had started, where two armies faced each other. On the one hand, unknown soldiers, knights whose armor was made of shadows. They had weapons of all kinds, characteristics of classic warriors. And on the other side, men and women armed with various types of weapons, such as swords and bows, but there were others who attacked with spells.
Both armies fought mercilessly, killing each other without remorse like animals without conscience.
Nevertheless.
In the middle of all the combat, there were two warriors who were above the rest, fighters who would leave any fighter present, astonished.
A expansive wave was generated when the two individuals assaulted each other, the first with a quick thrust of his sword , despite using both hands, he could move it with great facilityand attacked with great power.
This warrior was not human, his skin was made of shadows with bluish flames coming from his head and blueing light on his abdomen leaving his scar more exposed. The shadow measured around six feets, he wears a strange iron caped armor with a black cape that revealed his abdomen. He had a fairly muscular and strong body. He possessed a pair of horns that obscured his gloomy face, but his eyes, though white, dancing like two infernal flames.
When his shadow sword collided with his opponent's red spear, it created another expansive wave.
The other person who was fighting this battle, it had a stature greater than the other one, by far, taller than the average. His skin was tanned, with red tattoos over his skin, including his face, that glowed with red under his black hood.
His eyes were red as the vilest flame, and his blue hair was tied back in a ponytail. He wears a purple hood over her face and revealed her well built muscles covered of tattoos. What was below him could only be considered monstrous, from his waist down he was covered by an abnormal armor with red spikes and a reptilian tail of the same anomaly coming out from his back.
After the expansive wave disappeared, the two struggled for a moment before an explosion of blue flames separated them.
The anomalous flames were owned by the shadow knight, incinerating all the trees around him but repelled with extreme ease by the blue haired man.
It didn't take to long before the two of them clashed arms again in a deadly dance across the battlefield.
The man with rare tattoos grinned fiercely under his hood and savagely struck the shadow knight with his spear, sending him back and then hitting him with his tail, bringing him to his knees.
However, the blue flames of the man made of shadows arise wildly like a flare and with his strength recovered, he went again and clashed weapons with his enemy.
That thing gave the warrior a fierce thrust with the spear, he could barely dodge it, followed by an attack from his sword that managed to block the attack of the spear with difficulty. The expressionless warrior took a few steps back to brace himself and catch his breath, then strikes with his double handed sword.
The lust of the "beast" man for the combat rise into his sadistic eyes. For his surprise, his rival hit the ground and a torrent of flames arose from the ground, causing a great shock wave that raised a cloud of dust that blinded the fierce spearman.
Taking advantage of the smoke screen, the shadow stabbed at the spear user blind spot. Causing a large wound in his left eye, but he didn't seem to have been affected by that. Upon locating the dark combatant, he attacked him again with greater ferocity with his spear wrapped in a malicious bloodlust.
The sword and spear collided countless times seeking the death of their enemy, each attack made was an attempt in vain, both were experienced warriors who would not fall so easily. Until the moment came when both combatants clashed their weapons one last time and were struggling for what would be the moment that would decide the course of combat.
- Hahaha, to be just a shadow of the past, it's exciting that you're giving me so much battle! - The one eyed man shouted before using his tail again in orderr to attack, causing again a new expansive wave, sending his rival flying to the other end of the field.
The knight made of darkness and blue flames slid across the ground taking few damage from the counterattack. Upon recovering, he managed to jump and rejoined the fight again.
- What was your name again? Let me hear the name of my next victim one last time! - The man exclaimed before smirking. - Not bad; to be a familiar. - So, he put more force on his opponent, even cracking the ground under his feet. - But you need more than that to get out of here alive. -
The darkened warrior frowned at his nonexistent brow at the provocation of his enemy. So ... he raised his sword ...
And then from his sword a blue light like a pillar ascended to the heavens. The pillar began to generate wild winds from the concentration of energy released. His enemy was excited about this, finally a rival who didn't fall so easily at his figure.
- Oh, so you're going to use a Noble Phantasm - The dark skinned man took his red spear with both hands, and in a few seconds took the enough strength and jump into the skies.
His halberd take a darker color of red, as deep as his eyes. It seemed as if the weapon absorbed the feelings of the user from him and released them in a single place.
The point.
- I will return the gesture, don't die at the first blow! - He raised his spear above his head releasing all the accumulated power giving rise to an infernal lust for blood that was felt throughout the environment. - Time to start the show. For having been a great entertainment, you will be able to know the true power of my Noble Phantasm! –
...
Not so far from the combat of those two entities, there was a person who wad fighting something that shouldn't exist.
A Phantasmal Beast, a member of the dragon class.
A two headed beast that soared through the ash filled skies, unleashing the fury upon the mortals.
One of the heads of thr beast lunged at a young woman with short proportioned pink hair and black armor, she carried a large ancient shield as a weapon to protect herself from attacks.
When the first head attacked, it caused a expansive wave of great magnitude, but the young woman had blocked it with her shield, and then gave it a push with that, causing the head to fall back and hit the ground, enraging the Magical Beast.
The dragon started to attack fiercely, but the armored young woman skillfully blocked the beast's attacks, getting away from the beast that yearned for devour her by leaping it with her defense.
The attacks of the dragon hit the ground causing large pieces of earth rise towards the skies, which the young woman took advantage of that, so she can use them as support points to jump and dodge the monster's attempts.
But in the middle of one of her jumps, when she was suspended in the air. She saw how the other head of the beast in the skies lashed out at her.
- Fuck! - Cursed the girl before puting her shield in a defensive position, but she didn't realize that the lower head of the monster was going to attack her from behind.
But some fireballs hit the head that wanted to devour her treacherously, when the fire hit the beast, resulted was an explosion of blue fire. The armored girl looked away from her and saw who was the responsable that had protected her. They were two hooded figures made of shadows and with blue fire under the veils, next to her lay three other figures formed from shadows, knights whose armor was shadows and the blue light that peeked out of her visor.
Two people emerged behind them, two young people of the same age came to help her.
The first was a young man who had red hair and crimson eyes. He wore a red combat armor, brown combat trousers, and black combat boots. He have a kind of golden gloves that resembled the claws of an animal.
The other person in contrast, was a young woman of the same age as the lavender haired girl. His neck length orange hair was slightly more vibrant than the armored red head man, along with less pale skin than he. Her lovely golden eyes were hidden in the deep of her hood. She wore a white shirt and on top of it a white jacket with black embroidery and a hood that appears from her back. She had dark pants, plus, she has boots to match her bottom clothes.
The young woman with the giant shield smiled at them gratefully before putting on a serious face and then swinging her shield like a mace with great facility and hitting one of the dragon's heads so hard, not only stunning one but also the other. The woman landed on the ground and faced the dragon enemy. The knights made of darkness approached at high speed next to her, as the same time, the young man with red hair and the orange haired woman arrives to her side, while the hooded shadows stayed in the rearguard to give support.
Strong winds caught everyone attention, including the Phantasmal Beast. Making them turn around and making them stunned by what their eyes witnessed.
...
On the shattered wasteland stood the two figures, both firm on their target. Eliminate each other.
Both had charged their Noble Phantasms to the maximum, they were preparing to cause a disaster to finish off the other. With a fierce smile and bloodthirsty eyes, the abomination was the first to release the True Name from the weapon.
- Gae ... Bolg! –
Soaring Spear that Strikes with Death
Thus, the monster's halberd released a wave of darkness that wanted to devour the existence of his rival, which with a determined look released the True Name of his own Noble Phantasm.
- Nothung! –
Phantasmal Greatsword - Rising Dawn of the Battle
One of many names given to the sword of the legendary dragon slayer, Siegfried the Dragonblood Knight. A weapon made of the purest steel that took the life of the dragon Fafnir, a deadly weapon whose power can be comparable to a Divine Construct.
The sword released the torrent of blueing flames created from the magical energy of the Age of Gods, in order to face the cursed projectile that was approaching wielder.
When the two attacks of these powerful combatants met, it triggered a explosion before a violet colored energy dome that could be seen by everyone and felt the devastation would lead to the end of the combat.
And so, the birth of a destined adventure...
Begins.