Ok so this was written by the irl Ben who the story Ben is based off of but he was kept in the dark of the story the whole time and had no control over the story. He will however be working Ben's next saga and will be posted on my profile but written by him, I will be writing the next storyline for the new OC's as well as Stacie's fireteam and Javael so stay tuned sorry for the wait and new stories will be out soon so stay alert guardians.
In death, I dream.
Before me lies one whose life was taken from him, so long ago. Resurrected on the whim of a deity desiring a tool, a weapon to strike down his foes. Yet in rebirth this man was taken in by another and upon doing so brought the man to his superiors who revealed his fate and intended to force a purpose upon him. Darkness envelopes my vision once more. When my sight returns I see the same man only this time content. He believes he has found companionship, friends, love even.
Yet he fails to acknowledge his companions true motives. They wish to use him just as the God and leaders before them. Darkness falls for a second time. When the dream returns the man has realized the deception played upon him. He claims a higher power only to fall directly into the clutches of that which returned his life. Those who he once considered friends betray him as he attempts to destroy a god. The ensuing battle culminates in the man sacrificing himself to save his supposed closest friend. Darkness falls a third time.
Within the darkness the man's bones lie, charred and blacked by unholy fire. An emerald light forms upon the forehead of the skull in the shape of an eye, blinding me with its brilliance.
Out of the eye come tendrils of green light which arc across the skeleton illuminating and etching in strange yet eerily familiar patterns upon the blackened bone. The light given off by the ancient symbols increases in intensity becoming a blaze of green fire.
The flame pierces into my very soul, reminding me of the truth and filling my mind with clarity. I am that man. And I am tired of being toyed with like some piece in a cosmic game. The fire continues to blaze as if a funeral pyre, burning the remnants of my past lives. The fire renews my flesh, returning my power. I begin to stand as my skin and armor form upon me. No longer will I be manipulated by men or gods, from now on I alone will be the master of my fate, my Destiny. A familiar green flame upon my palm casts the only light in the abyssal chamber. I close my hand. Darkness falls.
Hope you enjoyed a little taste of when he has planned and stay tuned peace out scouts.