the symboled one

by changling

A dark figure, dark tech mind initiated, ancient beast reawakened, one must save, one must fall, to right a wrong, to balance the imbalance the ancient one who rest below will see the way, from darkest day, to brightest night, the faceless one wonders to fulfill the fight.

1. Chapter 1

The tall dark one strode across the barren field, sighing, as he looked around, it had once been a lush planet, know it was just barren gray rock floating in space with a layer of dust and heavy, gloomy clouds across the whole planet, not a leaf or a blade of grass could be found. T

he figure stopped his large black cloak wrapped around him, in front of him towered a blackend, twisted spire or metal, the last remains of the technologically advanced city that had once so proudly stood here,

he reached a gloved hand forward and touched a small cracked screen that was embedded into the crooked spire, it lit up but the figure did not flinch, the light revealing that his face was covered with a smooth uninterrupted black mask, the figure reached into a pouch and pulled out a small silver box with strange markings on it that glowed, he tapped it once onto the screen and round circle appeared on it, the figure did not hesitate as he pressed it, the circle glowed green.

'rrrrrrrveeeee'

A strange noise reverted across the barren field, the figure wirled around, his cloak flapping, it was still nothing moved across the field, the figure stayed still for a minute, then slowly turned back to the screen,

'...'

The screen was filled with lines crisscrossing one another, each glowing a different shade of bright red as the lines pulsed like a heartbeat, the figure jerked back, as a small rod of iron ejected directly below the screen shooting a red beam of light into the ground,

'BOOOoooom'

the dark figure fell flat on his face mask as the entire field stared to shake, the figure pushed himself to a crouch in time to see huge claws, each at least 11 feet long and and thicker then a person, erupt around him, four in a semi-circle in front of him and one derictly behind him, the last thing he saw was the claws jerking closed, then everything went dark as there was another boom and the claws stared to sink again, sending grey dust 20 feet into the air.

When the dust settled the spire could still be seen but in front of the screen in the spire there was nothing, just a 20 foot wide gaping hole so deep you couldn't see the bottom, and on the small screen in the spire the was another symbol, a spiral lin the centered in on what looked like a star, it pulsed softly, know purple, as if content with its work...