Hey guys! It's me again… sorry for cutting the prologue in half... or bits, but major cases of writer's block is keeping me from doing what I love doing.

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Of Good and Of Evil: The Final Stand

Prologue - Part two

Both armies now stood at attention near the base of the opposing mountains. Both Light and Darkness are about to collide, with the victor the deciding factor between salvation… or eternal slavery.

The twelve, my beloved Sally and I, were gathered together at the top of a small hill overlooking what was going to be battlefield. The plain was wide and arid, perfect for long-term fighting. But I doubt we'd last long in this fight. Among the twelve, Isley was definitely the leader of the pack. He was tall, well-built, and usually had a dominant figure among his comrades. Whatsmore, he's three years older than I was, yet he treats me like I'm his superior. Always bowing to greet me, replying with "yes, sir" or "no, sir". But, when it's not a serious matter, he becomes this totally "different" munk. From a serious busy body, he becomes an irritating, yet funny asshole whom we all enjoy his company.

Putting all the personal puns aside, Isley approached me with a rather serious, but worried, look.

"This is something we might not survive, eh General?" he grinned, his bright violet armor shined and shimmered against the rays of the rising red sun.

"Perhaps…" I slightly chuckled, smiling back at him, "but who knows? Michael and the Victory may yet help us in cutting their numbers here a bit… I only hope they're doing alright." I looked up at the sky, feeling the vibrations that came from the numerous explosions out in space.

"I doubt they'd be of any help soon…" Phelan spoke right behind us. He sighed deeply and lowered his head in doubt, "what we need to do now is fend for ourselves and try to survive this ordeal…"

Phelan was always a munk with a mysterious past. When I first met him, his powers over darkness was already honed and mastered. When he taught me how to control the darkness, it seemed that he was always looking toward the shadows. Something always had disturbed him whenever he used his powers.

"Well… I'm officially bored… when are we going to make a move?" Amanda suddenly blurted out loud. She impatiently sat on a rock, looking bored with a small pout on her face; her orange armor glimmering a heavy glow, showing off her gorgeous honey brown hair.

I only sighed with a slight chuckle when I turned around to look at her in the eye.

"If you're so bored… then why don't you lead your group of militia and take out the enemy by yourself then?" I laughed back sarcastically.

"Ha ha, very funny… General…" she coldly spat back. Everybody knows calling me 'general' pisses me off, especially since everyone else is basically two to three years older than me (minus Sally, of course). With everyone calling me general, it makes me sound like a senior… no offense grandpa.

"Whatever, granny…" I grinned back, holding back my laughter.

Amanda, much to my surprise, was not in a forgiving mood when she gets teased. With her being bored, she levitated the earth beneath me, and threw it several kilometers off toward the base of the mountain where our camp was set up. I let my mouth gape and quickly dashed toward the flying rock that was hurdling toward our supply tent. When I got close enough, I used my own control over Earth to create an earth spike that shattered the rock into several pieces, and it collapsed before anything, or better yet, anyone could get hurt. I silently sighed in relief now that episode was over.

"AW! You're such a KILLJOY!" I overheard Amanda shout as she made her way toward me floating on an earth plate.

"I thought all female warriors could fly when the feel flight? I don't think you're an exception" I sarcastically spat as I shot her an irritated look.

"Maybe… but I'm far too bored to think about anything really…" She shot back with a sly smile. I could only sigh, but, seeing that she's bored, I conjured a self-generated lightning blade, and sliced her disk into pieces. Using a complete set of wind for speed, light to cloak my attack, and lightning to deliver the blow… yeah, having mastered all the elements rocks.

Amanda was surprised to see that her disk collapsed below her, that she screamed in shock as she quickly made a platform out of the rocks lying around. When she regained herself, she looked at me with a deathly glare. I just simply chuckled as I sped off to meet the others.

"I'm NOT done with you, Andrews!" she shouted angrily. She quickly summoned up the boulders that surround the base of the mountain, and quickly snapped her fingers pointing toward me. The boulders, like living minions, obediently obeyed their mistress and headed toward me at full speed.

Feeling more than ready to take her on, I was just about to counter her volley of rocks with a set of my own when I was stopped by a familiar set of violet tendrils.

They shot out like a rapid spread of vines in a forest, immediately crushing and preventing any boulder that went near the dark vines. I was slightly impressed when I suddenly felt a set of tendrils head toward me. I immediately dodged the dark vines and created three of my own from my own shadow to counter the remaining tendrils that seemed to be aiming toward me. When all fell silent again, I looked to see who sent those tendrils toward me, only to give out a small sigh when I saw the one responsible.

"Azrael… you may be the master swordsmunk…" I plainly spoke with unconvinced eyes, "but, please, learn to control your powers. Have Phelan at least give you some tips on how to maintain control."

Azrael was a quiet and dark chipette. She barely speaks about anything, and she has this weird sense of humor that no one understands. However, her swordsman skills definitely out-class anyone's, including mine.

"Oh, give her a break Perry…" Kat suddenly spoke behind me, "Sure, she might be rusty, but give her some credit… I mean she just saved your ass from being pummeled by Amanda's rocks right?"

"Whatever Kat, I can handle myself, thank you very much…" I sarcastically spoke as I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

Kat was always the only chipette in the entire group that really gets underneath my skin. She really knows how to irritate me. Her bright auburn appearance clearly states her attitude as the queen of all drama queens. Though, despite her nosey attitude, she makes one hell of a fighter. This is why she doubles my stress levels whenever she has the chance to.

"Anyway, like I was saying… I'm just as bored as Amanda is… and seeing that fighting you is keeping Amanda occupied, why don't I join her… in fact…" she slyly grinned. I hate it when she grins. This would mean she's cooking something that'll scare or hurt the living hell outta me. Whatever what's going on in that twisted mind of hers, I'm pretty sure I'm involved, and it ain't gonna be pretty.

"Since this may be our last fight together as comrades, let's all fight against Perry and Sally… a twelve on two… as a tribute to our friendships, and as a last training session both as comrades in battle… and friends here on Pacem in Terra…" she raised her sword up high, letting it's shiny steel shine in the glowing red sun.

The others seemed to smile and nodded in agreement. They, too raised their swords up high and clanged theirs with Kat's.

For once, Kat's idea didn't seem so bad. In fact, I totally agree with her. I raised my lightsaber up high and unsheathed it's bright blue light. Sally agreed happily and she too raised her saber up high, and revealed its emerald green splendor up high.

Just as our smiles had appeared on their faces had they no sooner turned into faces of concern. The vibrations of the Victory's struggle to stay in one piece pierced their hearts like spears. All fourteen of us munks looked high up to the sky, praying that the Victory would hold out.

Sensing that it was time, Soron and Serenity, along with Justice and Josiah, looked at each other with serious looks, and silently nodded with one another in agreement. No words were spoken, but a plan had already been set into motion. At that instant, all four sentinels leapt high and straight toward the battlefield of the Victory. The tutors, Sally and I gasped in surprise when we noticed their disappearance.

Back on the Victory, everyone was just about to lose hope as their shields were down and their weapons systems were all offline. All except, the 'Last Stand' Cannon, the final trump card in Michael's hand. If only the voice never appeared in his head, if only he had not paid attention, would they at least have their shields and weapons online and firing rapidly. The Victory's temporal hull was now at the verge of rupturing, when Michael and his crew noticed four streaks of light coming from Pacem in Terra's surface.

Those four streaks turned into the sentinels, whose armor, fangs and claws were now bare and prepared for battle. Tempest's ships had already begun opening fire toward them, but the four were far too powerful for mere crafts to harm them. Within minutes of their arrival, Soron had prepared an energy beam in his mouth. As they jumped out of lightspeed, he released the beam and easily destroyed four ships in the middle of the fleet alignment without hesitation. Serenity, being swifter and more agile, began her assault from the enemy's right flank, easily clawing and blasting small balls of energy toward the enemy ships, dodging and countering any and every weapon they sent to her.

Justice, being Soron's niece, took her uncle's heritage and she too prepared a heavy energy beam. Her radiant sapphire-blue armor and snow-white fur beautifully glowed as her beam grew bigger and bigger. When the beam had reached its limit, she released its full fury toward several ships along the left flank, while dodging the enemy's torpedoes, phasers, and other weapons at the same time.

Josiah, who is just as powerful as his mate, began aggressively ripping the enemy ships from the inside out. His deep metallic silver armor glimmered in the red sun's shine as he shot out small silver balls of energy toward the other ships, effortlessly destroying them.

Michael could not believe his eyes. After spending hours of fighting these "things" with the Victory, they had barely survived a wave of ships. Whereas, the sentinels had no difficulty in eliminating their targets.

'I told you human…' the voice returned, 'all things good will come with time… now prepare to fire your final weapon, for you may need it to preserve the lives of the next generation.'

'What?' Michael shouted in his head, 'Prepare the 'Final Stand' ? But why? We're already winning this war! All we need to do is give Perry and the others the covering fire they need when they begin attacking the surface. There's no need for out trump card any longer…'

'Listen to me human, just as you have listened to me before, you will listen to me once more… believe me, you will need to use that weapon of yours, unless you want your efforts to go to waste… it is your choice…' the voice then left Michael's head, leaving stunned and confused.

He was just about to speak when he had heard a large explosion come from where the Sentinels were. His eyes went wide and his mouth agape with fear and terror at the horrifying sight that stood before him.

It was none other than Tempest himself. His eyes were a bloody red; his torn black and brown cloak stained with the blood of innocents that he had slaughtered. His aura cleverly protecting him from any outside forces.

Soron, seeing that the evil had come at last, charged another energy beam and aimed at the once human being that was headed toward them. When he fired, there was a large explosion, and the waves from the impact could easily be felt, even from within the Victory's hull. However, when expecting an injured spirit, all they see is the demon himself, perfectly fine…

All four sentinels gasped in shock when they realized that even their most powerful weapon stood no match against the evil one's powers. In response, Tempest smiled an evil grin and simply waved his hand and aimed his palm toward them, charging some sort of dark force. The Sentinels knew of such a power and immediately dashed out of its range, but it was too late. Tempest's "power" had reached its limit, and it shot out four brilliant bolts of white lightning… heading right for them. Justice panicked in fear, and decided to try to eliminate the bolt that was following her. She charged a high-level beam and aimed straight for the bolt. When she fired, she was shocked to see that the bolt had simply absorbed the energy, and it quickly headed toward her. For the first time in her entire life, Justice felt helpless and weak. That very moment of weakness would've also brought her end… if she didn't have an uncle.

Soron bravely jumped in front of her helpless niece and took in the bolts aimed for both of them. Just before the bolts made contact with him, Soron looked at his niece with a loving and reassuring smile, as his eyes closed for the last time, and he just stayed there, floating in the deep abyss that was space, motionless and lifeless. Justice tried to scream, but no sound escaped her maw. The once proud Guardian Wolf Elite, her loyal and ever-loving uncle, now lay dead in front of her.

Again... I'm really sorry for cutting it short... but I wanted you guys to know the entirety of the story as best as I possibly could.

I know the ending definitely sucked... but the final two prologue chapters will give this story a bit of a premature twist before I gave it my all in my main story... XD

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'I have no talent whatsoever...'

-Perry