In a faraway and distant land, black clouds swarmed against a magenta sky-drop for miles on end, creating a perpetual world of eternal darkness. The rolling, ear-piercing thunder accompanying the vapors blocked out any other sound nearby. No light shined through to the earth, except for that given by the rapid lightning bolts flashing throughout the atmosphere.

From a ledge atop an ancient, yet fortified castle, a lone figure stood silently, deep in thought as he stared at the purple-colored mountains in the distance. Dressed in reflective, bulky, gray-blue armor, his draping maroon cape gently waved as the cold and unforgiving winds brushed against his stature. The coal and royal-colored, triple-horned helmet concealing his identity reflected the glimmer of the lightning. His metallic-clear eyes, surrounded by appeared to be tears of blood, surveyed the territory he ruled with a literal-armored fist. And yet, his devious thirst was not quenched.

Instead of feeling a twisted sort of pride or worth for his wicked actions, the dark figure found only contempt upon viewing his ill-gotten kingdom. Within the deepest corners of his corrupted heart, he knew the truth: his world would always pale in comparison to theirs. His world was bound by the limitations that eight megabytes could provide. Every day, in despite of his glorious power, it was destiny that things would always remain the same, no matter what actions were taken. Evil would rise, only to be wary that the forces of good would send a champion to overtake his kind. This was the way of his world; his universe; to go against this would defy the unbreakable rules of physics that "the coders" bestowed upon his sort.

But in their world, there were no such limits. There were new places to conqueror, and natural wonders to exploit and destroy. There were various and diverse types of people, all waiting to be made into his loyal servants, as were the occupants of his current home. More importantly, their world held the greatest possibility; one that would make his efforts all worthwhile: evil could triumph unquestionably!

From out of the darkness, a nimble figure, garbed in brown and jungle green, fell from the sky, only to safely land on his feet yards away from the monstrous being. Almost immediately, the ninja sunk to one knee, and lowered his head to his master. Without acknowledging the arrival of his spy, the sovereign continued to gaze into the distance as he addressed his servant,

"What news do you bring?"

The warrior held his arm tightly against his chest, "The King of Thieves has been defeated…"

His dark-hued owner scoffed in disgust, "Just as I thought…" After a moment to contemplate the announcement, he asked his slave, "What about the children?"

"They know nothing…yet…"

A glimmer shone from the evil man's red-stained mask, "Good." He dictated further to his avatar, "Continue the plan…"

The camouflaged-colored combatant became concerned, "What shall we do about the children, sire?"

"Nothing," the despot responded, "There is no further need for them. At least, not for now…"

The cold-inhuman eyes lit up as a wicked idea came to mind. Turning around slightly, a metal-plated arm appeared from within the flowing cloak. Seconds later, electric sparks came forth from his fingertips, only to crash violently on the stone floor, meters away from the hailing combatant.

Remaining ever-so-still, the loyal fighter watched in awe as two structures rose up from the stone. As they started to take shape, both cried out in pain at the sensation of being born. The leftmost creature stretched upwards, forming a lanky and extremely tall figure. A bundle of thick, messy hair draped down its backside. To its left, another being spewed forth from the ashes. It rose to half the size of its companion. Its body filled out, resembling something a bit chunkier and stubbier than of that of its counterpart. A pointed tip seemingly grew from its forehead.

Once they had finished growing and all detailing was complete, the duo fell to their knees next to the ninja in order to pay their creator his proper dues. Without a single word being said, they already knew what was to be asked of them, and their role in the grand scheme about to be played out before them.

Somewhat stunned and terrified by the sights before him, the servant went to ask his leader what had just transpired, only to be answered before he could even open his mouth.

"During their previous stay, the children had left their mark on our world. They fought, sweat, bled, and even loved while in our grasp. Because of this, their coding or "DNA" as they call it, can be easily recalled, recreated, and manipulated in any way I may desire…"

The two slightly raised their heads, each flashing a wicked smile. The small sign reassured their maker to where their loyalties lied.

"It is as I said before. We shall do nothing to stop them because they shall be the key to their own undoing!" He returned his attention to the ghastly sights outside of his balcony.

"Follow the plan exactly. Now, go!"

All three tilted their heads and pledged, "Yes, sire!" Simultaneously, the group leapt into the air and onwards towards their destination.

Finding himself alone once more, the tyrant's mind began to race as his greedy ambitions came closer and closer to reality. As if it was corresponding to his depraved emotions, the storm increased in velocity.

"…The time shall come…"

*KRAK!*

"When the gates leading into the next world are cast fully opened…"

*KRAK!*

"The bond that unites the guardians shall be broken apart…"

*KRAK!*"

"My armies will lead the way to my glorious second coming…"

*KRAK!*

"All in the physical and digital worlds shall kneel before me…"

*KRAK!*

"All shall hail me, the Emperor of Darkness, as their new master!"

The brute threw his head back and let out a haunting, echoing laugh, "HA, HA, HA, HA…." The horrific sound penetrated the constant thundering, and through every aspect of the fallen plane…