Author's Introduction: Before you begin to read, there's something I would like to clarify: I understand that it was a while since I've posted a chapter on any one of the stories I've begun...but it was never revealed as to where it has begun. These stories were made in a place where there is nothing but negativity, hostility, and religious ignorance, but as of this moment, I am drifting around with a newly discovered method of creation. so without further ado, I present to you the prologue of what might be my latest idea of fanfic. please note that I do not possess ownership of the characters or the franchise.


Nihility. Vacuum. Oblivion. Void. Space. Every single one of these terms along with many is liable to contain one cosmic element: The Universe. Over history, it was defined by beings as a system of stars and planets and in time will lead to the conception of a multiverse theory, but what if in one of these universes...there was an event that can trigger moments...leading up to a conflict between opposing forces? This is where our story shall begin, but to have an idea of how exactly it begins...we must approach closely to this particular universe to see and hear every detail. Inside this universe, A storm without lightning looms over a city. there is no indication of what city this can be...the showers make it indecipherable the only thing not obscured is A dark humanoid figure wearing a burgundy-colored long coat and a fedora. there is a glowing blue light emitting from its right ear and a voice began to speak.

"The Vessel has been incarcerated...it is time to begin."

The dark figure turn its back and in an instant... leaped off a building and into an alleyway. Walking out of the pitch-black darkness of the said alleyway, the dark figure headed towards an abandoned warehouse. the metallic creek of a door filled the dark air within the warehouse with dread and the dark figure walked through the darkness and stopped in its tracks; with just one arcane word the darkness was no more.

In a flash, the lights are switched on, Revealing what can only be described as the stuff of nightmares: an unconscious person with a bleeding head wound laying down on the cold ground, on top of an alchemical circle with four rune stones in place. The dark figure raised his hand in mid-air and a strongbox appeared from the ground, rising until it touched the fingertips. A vertical crease formed from the lid of the chest and opened from two sides revealing three contents: Shears, a dagger, and a vial.

Pulling out the shears from the chest the dark figure walked towards the person and started to cut open the person's shirt. Then the dark figure lifted its hand in the air while making a gesture and chanted an arcane word which bound the person's hands together by the wrist and feet together by the ankles. The dark figure returned to the chest and switched tools from shears to a dagger and returned to the unconscious person. Its left hand slowly caressed the persons' knee... and began to pierce it with the dagger, slowly cutting deep into flesh which made the person moan and breathe heavily in unison with a wide-eyed expression which oddly enough wasn't filled with fear. or pain. or ecstasy and the eyes didn't frantically move anywhere else but the ceiling.

After the incision was made, the dark figure stared at the wound...and a ligament started to rise from the wound, and with its hand raised in mid-air, the shears traversed from the chest to its hand...and the ligament was rendered into twin tubes spewing crimson liquid which caused the person's body to quiver and eyes to flicker and twitch, a fate that will happen a second time to the second knee.

The final content inside the chest was a vial filled with a dark-colored liquid substance. The dark figure walked past the person whose hands and bandaged knees were on the ground and conjured a container with inscriptions engraved inside and out excluding the interior base which was engraved with an ominous symbol. The dark figure began to twist the top of the vial and poured the substance into the container. It turned around and faced the person with the dagger in hand, and walked towards the person with the substance trailing behind. It halted in its path, knelt down, pressed the dagger close to the neck, and in one fluid motion swiped it in the air but strangely...blood did not spill from the freshly-made neck wound.

The only thing that happened was a black, tar-like substance began to pour out of the person's mouth and into the container, all while making gagging noises. Inside the container, the liquid began to take motion, and suddenly there was a growing grueling noise emitting from the person. The substance began to slosh and slosh until a strand of it latched onto the lips, coagulating around the entirety of the jaw and from the base of the container the symbol glowed, causing the substance to rapidly grow out of the container until the bulbous mass was inches from the person's face. Rapid movement of the person's head along with frantic movement of its arms commenced, and muffled screams echoed throughout the hallowed room. An umber-colored corrosive liquid made an impact towards the wall and from the moment that occurred...phase two can begin.

Donning latex gloves and taking a pack of wipes, the dark figured cleansed the point of origin from where the umber colored corrosive liquid originated from, and what happened afterwards can only be described as a horrendous act of assault causing muffled screams of pain and terror to echo throughout the atmosphere. Tears began to fall from the person's eyes followed by arm movements more frantic than before and rapid head movements. The lights later on began to strobe and the hands of the dark figure started to caress the sweet texture and/or tenderness of bare skin. Rapid, seething breathing was the only sound made from the dark figure until…

*PLOP*

Once that sound echoed within the warehouse the dark figure crashes on top of the person, and a single eye was left open while the lights began to dim. Sirens echoed in the midnight air. Attending to the distress call made by a bystander who has seen a young woman carried out of a van and into an abandoned warehouse a vehicle of blue and white arrived. Two people in blue uniforms began to step out of the vehicle. Following protocol, they entered through the door with caution. The dimness of light made it impossible for the first officer to survey the surrounding area, so using his flashlight he found a switch and flicked it upwards. Once the lights were switched on, the people in blue was in a state of anxiety and fear; because there was a person in a burgundy long coat on top of a young woman on all fours, underneath an alchemical circle, and surounded by four pillars with odd symbols on each one. A single eye began to open from the burgundy-clad man and stared at the two officers and out of the darkness was a disembodied voice that whispered an ominous omen.


"Six shall decide to target one each or all four. Five shall take a stand against one. Legion...shall be determined...by two"


After those words pass through his lips, He along with the bulbous dark mass receded into darkness. Hours later, an ambulance arrived and picked up the reported victim on a gurney, and placed her inside the van. It was going to be a long trip to the hospital…and a longer night to process what had just transpired. Fortunately, processing events is a forte when it comes to the subject of me, unfortunately, there are moments that may cause me to shield my eyes; however, it doesn't hinder my ability to process. This particular event occurred in a hospital van when two medics were performing an examination upon the victim who was named Silvia Henstridge. The diagnosis of said victim consists of twin severed ligaments of knee caps, A deep horizontal laceration of the neck, Traces of an ivory-colored substance and an umber-colored substance from a cavity that I dare not speak, and a faint pulse.

One medic named Garrett was tasked to keep her alive while the other named Lukas drove to the ER as quickly as possible, thankfully maintaining safety regulations of the road was not a factor due to the fact that it was a rural-style road. While Garrett was tending to the patient/victim, something was noticeable to him: an eerie discoloration in her veins, growing in darker colors, spreading across her body and towards the location of her eyelids which also became discolored. In a flash, the patient/victim began to spew a dark-colored liquid within her muzzle causing the Ambu bag to fly off Garrett's hand. Lukas noticed the noise and asked what was going on behind him while maintaining eyes on the road when suddenly there was a loud *POP* and Lukas lost control of the wheel causing him to head straight into a tree.

For three minutes Lukas was unconscious, Garrett on the other hand regained consciousness in 20 seconds. Under instinct, he checked on the patient/victim to see if any damage was sustained (or in this case any more) but surprisingly there wasn't a body on the gurney...and the back door was wide open. Lukas was not going to believe Garrett when he comes to but seeing what was splattered around the inside of the van might convince him. Little did they know that while unconscious a moment had occurred, a moment that can only be described from the viewpoint of a person task to do one thing and one thing alone:

Nurture.


We have witnessed what we can from this universe, now we depart and divert our attention elsewhere...to a shining light. From a distance, it is a star and if we were to approach it at close proximity it could be hazardous; but fear not. There is a reason why this light shines so brightly: It is not a star at all. instead, it is a world of ethereal origin, and located in said world are beings...beings of diverse variety. One of these beings was given a task to offer advice to another being whose task is more of a noble profession. A title.

His name is Tibor.

Tibor walked towards a giant door with a symbol engrave in its mold and slowly opened one side. He peered into a room where a person with a symbol, identical to the door, and tattooed on his right face was hovering in mid-air...in lotus position. There was no reaction on Tibor's face for it was not the only time he has witnessed this occurrence. The person noticed Tibor's presence and turned around with closed eyes and a distraught, somber expression. Tibor notices the expression and asked him what troubles him. Maintaining the expression on his face, the person in mid-air began to speak:

"I have had a vision..."

What was said next struck terror in Tibor and it will soon cause a calamity within the ethereal walls of this world, for this person was know as the oracle, and this world was known as Kandrakar, and there was a sufficient reason as to why the words he has spoken which had struck said terror: It was a premonition.


"Ardakrank will be responsible...for the demise of the guardians"


Upon hearing this sentence it is only sensible to rapidy back away afterwards, think of it as a partially universal reflex, like a horrific moment in a story. or a motion picture. By now question are beginning to take form in our psyche: How do you define Ardakrank? What is Kandrakar? Who are the guardians? Why did this all began in a universe where a nightmarish event took place? I'm afraid I only have two answers for two questions, and to answer these two questions in a creative way, we must direct our gaze towards a world that is mundane in appearance but quaint from within. This particular world is called earth, and this paticular quaintness can be found in a place called...Heatherfield.


Author's Note: And there you have it, inputs and outputs! A prelude to what's to come! By now you're probably excited and pumped up for the actual story to begin but patience everybody, that is under construction as we speak. Feel free to leave a comment and/or review, and if you would like to leave a PM search for me right here: https/m./u/6102777/Alter-Knight