Shadow of the Angels

Ch.1

To Death and Rebirth

Ok revised chapter. Small changes in how he obtains the you know what. And Yada Yada Yada.


Standard Disclaimer- don't own anything


Time and Time again the New Wanderer gained and strengthened his skills.

Be it his accuracy at the bow

The giant colossus reared back on its hind legs readying to squash the mortal that had the gall to attack. A single arrow flew threw the air into the giants paw making it crash to the ground.

Or the sharpening of his mind

"The armor it wears seems brittle..."

Sprinting towards the glowing stone platform the wanderer drew his bow and let loose an arrow. A giant sword crashed down onto the stone, breaking the cuff and making it possible for the beast to be slain.

Each task and journey strengthened the new Wanderer and the trust in his steed

A giant spike skimmed the side of Agro, as he carried his new master. Narrowly missing another, Agro weaved out of all the strikes and jumped a small hill to ensure they were safe. For his new master to think of a plan, he had to keep him alive.

On any terrain, his mind stayed sharp, and his determination never faltered

The wanderer jumped onto the hawk giant swooping down to skewer him on its talons. Jumping onto its wing and stabbing it ruthlessly as he was thrown about.

As each Colossus past, his grip grew stronger, and his body moved faster

Climbing up wall after wall he outpaced the giant that chased him. His shoulders and biceps flexed and beaded with sweat as he climbed his 10th wall and continued to sprint. Hoping he could make it away from the Colossus that was a wave of destruction behind him.

Even through pain he pushed forward

Electricity flowed through his body as he held his breath under water. He could not let go, readying his sword he prepared for his time to strike, clenching his teeth through the constant pain.

The Wanderer learned true fear, and the fear of falling was not one to hinder him

The Colossus fell from the wall slamming its back onto the hard ground. Climbing out the window, he grabbed onto the ledge and dropped. Falling, he caught himself at the ledge below him. His shoulders ached, but he continued one story after another. To the Colossus that must be slain.

He learned to use the earth to his advantage

Shaking the earth, the Colossus stalked its unmoving prey. Readying its deadly projectiles, it was knocked to its side. As a geyser under its belly forced it to become imbalanced, after that it only knew pain.

And avoid it if it poised danger

The sandy ground trembled behind Agro as they rode with all the speed he could muster. His bow drawn, he readied an arrow as the sand erupted and a face appeared.

Instilling fear in even the most ferocious of beasts

Backing away from the flickering flame, the monster had no where to run. Its hind legs slipped off the ledge, slowly they took the rest of the creature with it. And the wanderer put down the stick and drew his sword.

Stressing every weakness he could find

A gong like sound rang across the water as the giant steered itself into stone after stone. Making it rear in fury at its own weakness by destroying one structure after another.

Through the sky he reaffirmed his strength to bring down any beast

Jamming the long blade into the sandy fur of the floating beast he lost his grip as the blood sprayed into his face. Rolling backwards, he pushed off his hands and jumped to his feet to resume the attack.

Even if his body should shatter he would complete his task

As the pillar fell he jumped. Smashing his body into the next giant pillar with such force he heard a rib snap. But he would not fall, or give up under such pain.

Jumping from high peaks he did not falter

He jumped from the smashed bridge. Grabbing onto the mask of the giant Colossus, he drew his sword for his strike.

But before the final task he remembered all the sadness that existed

"AGRO!" the wanderer screamed as the horse that threw its rider across the crumbling bridge plummeted to the watery grave that laid below him. Tears flowing from his eyes he saw the horse disappear from his view and he screamed again. He pounded the ground beneath him with his fists as he cried. But, it did not last long for he would not let Agro's sacrifice go without vengeance.

And with a fire in his heart he climbed up the mountain that would be slain

Upon every ledge, across every stone he traversed with a determined will. Blood flowed from his hands and body, but the wounds were unheeded. He climbed to the end of his journey, and the final task.

And when that final foe was defeated

The Wanderer awoke to a heart wrenching pain. His eyes shot open and he saw darkness shroud his vision. Looking at his hands he saw dark tendrils under the skin moving. An inferno burned under his skin as he felt something in his lungs. Choking, he spewed out a dark gas from his mouth. Then he felt the change, his skin seemed to become heavy and like stone. Glowing runes appeared on his eyes and he saw the world turn green. Still, he could hear a voice in the background of his pain.

"Thou severed Our body into sixteen segments for an eternity in order to seal away our power. We, Dormin, have arisen anew. We have borrowed the body of this new warrior."

He had been betrayed before. Pictures of his father and Evangelion flashing through his mind, he drew his sword and readied it at himself. Nothing would take advantage of him again. As he was plunging the blade into his chest, his hands stopped before it could break the rocky skin. And Dormin with voices of shock spoke once again.

"What are you doing? Thou shalt end his own life to steal ours? Fine young warrior, we will meet in battle and let us see if you are victorious." Dormin proclaimed. Words hung in the air as the Wanderer collapsed into the pillar of light.

A loud stomp awoke the Wanderer from his daze. Before his eyes was the largest Colossus he had ever seen. With horns it was taller then the final one. But its body was thick and muscular all the way through. It was as if the body itself was shrouded in darkness as it blurred itself. Two stark white eyes appeared on the oval head. It only had 2 arms and 2 legs, but its sheer massive self was beyond description. As it slowly stood to its full height its head disappeared into an endless mass of darkness, and its arms going with it. Looking around, the area that was around him was like a giant replica of the temple. But everything was eerily white and grey. Pillars rose higher then before and there seemed to be no visible roof. And as the monster rose onto its two feet it vanished into the darkness of the seemingly endless height.

"How can a simple mortal bring down a god like us? It is impossible, but if you should succeed your wish will be granted." The giant said as it lumbered around, uncaring of what the small being would do.

Shinji doubted himself. How could he bring down this giant of a god? It would be impossible.

But then Shinji looked at himself. His arms were thicker and he could feel muscles ripple as he moved his arms. The bruises and calluses on his hands that he had earned. He looked at his torn cloths covered in dirt and blood. And to the sword in his right hand, he had changed. The strength in his arms would get him to the top, and his will would force his arms to move. In that moment, he knew he could bring down this god of giants.

Taking a small tentative step forward, heard a voice in his ear.

"Look at the pool." A soft voice echoed in his ear.

As he stared across the eerily grey he looked at the pool. Surprisingly several beams of light emanated vertically from the pool. Quickly he ran to the cool waters to take a closer look at them. Running past the nonchalant giant was an easy task, jumping into the pool he looked down.

The rods of light held several items in their centers. Blinding him to the items he reached down into the pool, trying to grab the beam of lights center. He felt an odd shaped square object, pulling it up, he held in his hand a small mask. It seemed to only cover the top half of the face and had only two eye holes as the real decoration. Several grooves ran across the mask, as he was about to scrutinize the mask further the same voice as before rang in his ear.

"This is the Mask of Power." As those words rang in his ear a vision blurred his mind.

A red haired boy wearing the mask jammed his sword deep into the glowing skull of the swimming snake.

Taken back by the vision, Shinji put the mask on. His body filled with an immense sensation. He felt incredibly light, and his body felt so strong he felt he could crush a rock with his bare hand. Reaching into the next rod of light he felt a small cloth. Picking it up, it revealed a very plain small piece of brown cloth. Again the voice rang into his ear.

"The Cloth of Desperation." Another vision phased into Shinji's sight.

The same boy wearing the mask was falling from the giant bridge, descending onto the Colossus. The Colossus quickly swatted him away with its back hand. The airborne boy suddenly was jerked back, as a parachute slowed his descent.

Wrapping the cloth around his left hand he grabbed fished around in the pool again, to pull up a small arrow. Its head was screwed with a hollow center.

"A Whistling Arrow," the voice started to decisively sound male, as images burned into Shinji's mind.

He readied the arrow and let if fly, a high pitched squeal passed the Colossus. Slowly it turned on its all fours to the loud sounding object soaring through the sky.

Taking a step back, Shinji tripped on a cloth under the water. Splashing into the cool water, he picked up the seemingly invisible cloak. On one side it was a simple brown, however on the other it was seemingly invisible.

"You are holding the Cloak of Deception."

Suddenly the red haired boy, wearing his normal clothing vanished into thin air.

Reaching into the final beam of light Shinji pulled out a small arrow with a bulb near its tip. Instead of echoing in his ear, the words seemed to come from his mind. And flowed out in his own voice.

"Flash arrow."

The red haired boy let loose the arrow while riding Agro. As it struck the flying monster, it exploded in a burst of fire.

All the visions burned into his mind. Steadily he regained his bearings. Picking up the arrow with a bulb near its head he readied it on his bow and aimed it at the giant Colossus who could only be seen from the waist down.

Taking a steady breath he let it fly.

Tracking the arrow that had no chance of missing the target, it seemed to fly like a normal arrow. The added weight only lowered the target a few feet. But, on impact the arrow revealed its true nature.

The room seemed to shake and the wanderer was knocked off his feet. A screech that seemed to echo on forever rang about the room. Then as the creature came to its senses, turning in the direction the arrow came from. Hastily the wanderer readied another arrow, drawing the arrow with a corkscrew head. Drawing the arrow he readied it when he heard a giant gust of air above him. Imminent danger rang inside his brain, causing him to fire the arrow and reflexively dive and roll on the ground near the pool, when a giant hand came crashing down on the place he just was. The pool shattered under the devastating force and water flew everywhere. As the arrow soared through the air, it let off a loud, high pitched whistle. Passing in between the giant's legs, it hit the wall.

Seemingly intrigued by the whistling, the Colossus turned around to face away from the wanderer. Not missing a chance, the wanderer sprinted towards the monster's calf. Jumping he drew his sword and brutally jammed it into the center of the hairy calf. Surprisingly, the blade sunk in easily and released another wail from the creature. Drawing the sword out of the wound, he jammed it in again with more ferocity. This time however, the Colossus fell to its knee in agony. A hand came at the wanderer as the Colossus tried to smash the infernal human from its calf.

Without even flinching, he drew the sword out again and jammed it into the hand that reached for him. The hand immediately withdrew, and seemingly leaving the giant in such a shock that it seemed to sit still for a few seconds. A few seconds was longer then the Wanderer ever needed.

Getting to his feet he ran across the calf heading for the rear thigh. His body felt lighter then ever before, as he gazed through the two eye holes in the mask. Grabbing onto the dark mass of blurred fur, he quickly scaled the thigh. Slowly the Colossus got back to its feet and rose, and a sick feeling grew inside the wanderer's stomach as he realized how high he actually was. Gazing down he was shocked to see only darkness, but a constant feeling of gravity told him that he was higher then he had ever been before. Quickly the nostalgia vanished, as a hand easily brushed the wanderer from his perch.

As he descended, he readied himself for a painful landing. Putting his feet under him for a roll as soon as he hit the ground, but his plan was cut short. The cloth wrapped around his hand quickly expanded, creating a parachute to slow his descent. Lightly touching down on the stone, the cloth neatly shrank back into a small size around his hand again. Without hesitation, or awe, the wanderer drew the invisible cloak around him and executed his next plan.

Vanishing into thin air, despite the soft sound of foot falls, he approached the Colossus. His sword drawn, he slashed at the monster's heel. Stumbling from the pain, the wanderer ran to the other giant heel and jammed the sword deep into it. As a high pitched screech came from the Colossus, he fiercely moved the sharp sword up and down in the wound. Cutting the flesh deeper and deeper, causing blood to spurt onto the cloak, and making an outline of blood appear on the cloak. But the giant fell, bracing itself with its arms. Quickly running towards the giant hands, which had fingers over six times his height and ten times his width. He ran the blade sideways across the underside of the left wrist cutting the support of the giant body. Quickly dashing the next wrist, he did the same and ran for cover as the body descended.

As it connected with the ground, it seemed the entire earth shook and the wanderer was thrown into the air. Tremors seemed to come in ripples, as he was juggled across the ground. When the tremors stopped he quickly shot to his feet and climbed up the width of the monsters mid section. With all his might he scaled as quickly as he could. Looking up just reaching the top would be a challenge. Already his arms ached and his legs burned. Pushing forward he gritted his teeth as a spasm ran up his right arm muscles and through his tricep and deltoid. Depending on his left arm, he continued to climb.

Reaching the top was no easy task, his pace had made him winded and the giant expanse of the Colossus's back was even more terrifying. It seemed to stretch on and on, blending in the darkness that surrounded them. Raising his sword, a few streams of light appeared. Moving the sword around, the streams seemed to converge into a small area some ways ahead of him. Putting down the sword, he felt the Colossus stir and ran with all he had. With agonizing slowness, he felt the Colossus get to its hands. He continued to run at a slant, hoping he could make it in time. Because if he had to climb this far, he surely knew he wouldn't make it. But as luck would have it, the small area lit up as bright as a star.

Seemingly a sun compared to the black mass of skin surrounding it, the shining emblem that showed the weak point was incredibly small. It seemed only a few inches long and a few centimeters thick. But, just the right size for a sword, standing on two feet the wanderer drew the sword and held it high above his head. Feeling the shift of muscles under his feet, he plunged the sword with his entire body weight into the emblem.

Time seemed to stop as out of the wound, black tendrils slowly emerged. Whirling around they seemed to make an outline of a person. Slowly the outline was filled and it seemed that a person stood in front of him. Taking a deep breath, Shinji realized it was the person in his visions, and the person at the end of the tunnel. Slowly the black outline opened its eyes and mouth to reveal a blinding white. As the person spoke, all the voices of Dormin rang out, but one seemed to be the loudest.

"You have done well, mortal. You have employed the one weapon that you have that we can not see. Nor can you. Yet you employed it with every move you had the courage to make. And you used it wisely; you toppled a creature whose size was comparable only to your valor. And your journey ended here, atop a mountain that couldn't be scaled, but has been slain. But the price shall be paid, by you for your wish. You shall forever bear the marking of Dormin."

Extending his hand, dark tendrils like before shot out and whirled around Shinji. The black tendrils smashed into his chest once again, but this time he felt a stinging right below where his color bones met. Like a circle with several errant lines, but symmetrical all at once.

"And your memories, they will be the price. Now your wish is fulfilled." The figure said with a smile, suddenly Shinji's vision went black. With the same small lights that encompassed his vision every time he defeated a Colossus. But at the end of the tunnel, where the small bit of light came from, a single voice rang into his ear.

"Due to the special emergency, all lines are currently unavailable." The automated phone teller said.


Somewhere far away

A neighing rang out as a loud splash was heard. A single man heard the call of a seemingly distressed horse.


Ok he is back in his word, but seeing that probably no one is reading this story. I'll just type for my own enjoyment. I have some really, interesting ideas that I want to incorporate. Or just some cool scenes that I think I might add. But this is on my scale, so its probably just lame and something to get flamed about later. But o well.