Prologue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Through Darkness there is light...Through death, there is hope...Through Imperfection, there is purity...But through twlight, there is dawn...And dawn is nothingness, only a mere illusion that unbalances the power of Twilight...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A young boy sits in a corner, scared and alone, and believes nothing that is said to him, only knowing that truth is an illusion as twilight produces an illusion...He thinks he is nothing, and then believes those that have criticized him through his life, and so evil is produced...Darkness runs through his body, and the power of Twilight overtakes him; but is there good inside of him?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dawn is the only good, but if it is an illusion, then is it only a thought that blankets our minds? If it is truly an illusion, then what is our true purpose if we become an entity? If there is no good inside of us, and only hatred and rage runs through our body...Than hope does not exist, and the only thing that endures is evil. But were is the light that we are all said to have, good or evil?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Dawn is the only good..." A man in a hooded man in a trenchcoat asked himself. "But dawn does not exist...But if it did..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Xavier." The man in the trenchcoat glanced at the door, seeing a man in a red overcoat walking towards him. "Get out of it. This place still needs purification. We are planning to demolish this place, anyway. Come."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No." Xavier turned away, still staring at the wall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Xavier...I said let's go!" The man smashed the wall with his steel hand. "I'm your field commander, and you will do what I say." The wall started to crack, and slowly declined. "Either you come, or you can let this blasted wall crumble onto you." The man flipped his hood off, revealing black hair that reached down to his shoulders, and a grim smile that struck fear in Xavier. His eyes were of a dark red glint, as they could be easily penetrable into any man's eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fine, let it collapse on me." Xavier flipped his hood off, revealing golden hair with turqouise eyes. "It's not like I care. Just go, Viktor." Xavier gripped his sword that rested on his lower back. It was an unusually long in width and hight, the hight reaching six feet and the width being three. It was pure gold, with jems of every kind set on the hilt. Viktor only smiled, gripping his katand by his side.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You dissapoint me," he said in a deepened tone, "but alas, I guess that those who are blind need to die quickly!" He wipped out his katana, but upon the drawing, dropped it; Xavier had stabbed him with his blade, swifter than light itself. Blood began to gush onto the ground, and instantaneously, Viktor died. Xavier pushed him off the blade, only withdrawing it into the large, leather sheathe on his back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With anger growing intensly inside of him, he walked outside the palace. Bodies upon bodies lay on the round, and the bloodstained ground made the place appaling to look at. This was the fifth place they were forced to destroy under their leader, killing anyone who stood in their way. He never questioned himself before, though, until he looked upon the wall of the palace...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dawn is the only good...

not bad... Xavier was mentioned in The Corrupt wasn't he? anyway... small note here... Katand is really spelled Katana...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not bad indeed... (settles down in chair and waits)

Erm, this is a different Xavier, I just like the name because it sounds cool, lol. Looks like it's my turn to take a small break, need a little time to develop this story.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edit: Oh, I'll change ASAP ty, and this is only the beginning, anyway...See ya in a while!