Lume I BOOK I KNIGHT OF THE KING OF TWILIGHT

Book One: The Wizard of War

By Thomas Rene'e Gilbert II

ART BY TRG II

Lume I The Failed Battle. A Wizard's lament

(while clocks tick with a pulse-pounding a resounding pain, vivid observation flames that consumed them rewinding through space and time, observing advanced, sophisticated structures reassembling their bodies exasperated, aware of their state undying),

Arkakus, pronounced (Ăŕk-æ-kus.)The meaning of which is "the stable mind.", "The seeker of knowledge and wisdom." The wizard capital of Argktsablis (unknown root origin) is pronounced: "Arg-k-Tsá-bles." The meaning is "the tears of hidden truth on a solid or protected ground." (See Book One of The Knight of the King of Twilights.)

As the day began, the sun erupted, bringing about the end and our final act, as a speckled flame burst from the void apparitions, leaving stardust in its wake. Bring the scourge of death. Silent destruction. It is the few that remain, witnessing everything in our imploding universe. Helpless, trapped in ethereal fields but unable to escape this realm of life. Their existence is only an echo, a mere specter of what they once were. However, one remains. A being capable of looking on in awe and terror, knowing full well that it can not leave. The world quickly passes without it, yet it can not help but stare, fascinated and terrified. They know death has finally arrived at its final breath, the last moment of the cycle, at this point. Their lives come to an abrupt close, and He seems to devour them all, as he appears to devour everything. And with one final look, they fall apart. Their souls are forever lost to a future where they do not have the right to exist. The world continues its path toward the next, ignorant of the last lingering echoes of existence ware of their existence.

A small village lies on the coast, nestled between towering cliffs. It is home to many creatures, beasts, and people of the sea, and although peaceful, it is not without danger or strife. It is known for its many storms, and there is no shortage of monsters, even when peace prevails. They are the relics of previous wars, monsters driven from their homelands hunted and killed by humans. Time has no sympathy for anyone. as He appears to devour everything. Shall we find solace at the end of our lives? In knowing we lived, loved, and in hope, we lived well. All the while, for this brief and perilous moment. We are burdening our children with this overwhelming, violent turbulence and upheaval. Tumultuous is our passion for the future. Created by those who so very much love them. To choose their fate. Such is (The Desire of a Destiny's Promise.). The future, our legacy. Would this delight people who have endured adversity, pain, and torture at the hands of an eternal loss?

Or will it only bring suffering? A painful reminder that we live only for ourselves. That we will never indeed die. In another world... Shall we find solace in this world's end?

Distant but sounding close, a voice calls to him.

"I am waiting"?

She sighed, taking in the beauty of her around him. A Celestial goddess pulls him back from the dark, distant fate."You won't have to wait long," he'd be relieved to hear. Abruptly crashing back into his mind and body. The man walked forward, his steps light and swift, "I'm ready." he said, stopping a meter away from her, staring directly into her eyes, "To go anywhere in particular. I don't care."

The woman smiled warmly, extending her hand, "It's my pleasure." Be ye warned now of (*TIME'S DELUGE AND HIS WAR*.)"

One of the stars glittered, reflecting back into the night sky. Creating the image of a woman, her face covered by darkness. She stood tall against the backdrop of stars, arms crossed over her chest, looking into the distance. The voice sounded again, "I am waiting." She sighed,

Chapter I: THE END OF OUR TIME.

He tried to calm himself, steady his breath until he heard the noise. The door creaked open, light spilling arrayed across his bedroom, and the sounds of footsteps coming closer. "Hey," Luna whispered, moving slowly toward him. He turned, curling into a ball, and buried his head deep into his sheets. "Come on, come on," she coaxed, sitting beside him. Her fingers curled around his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll be okay," he choked out, his voice barely audible, muffled under the sheets. His shoulders rose and fell as he continued sobbing and trembling, his body shuddering uncontrollably. She moved closer, laying her arm along the back of his neck. "Hey," she murmured gently, brushing some of the hair off his cheek, "it's alright." Her touch was comforting.

Luna was his heart's desire, unspoken, yet her presence always did the trick. Even in his darkest moments, when his emotions ran high enough, she was the one person who could quell his fears and anger most slightly. He eventually composed himself, slowly rising to his feet to grab the blanket and wrap it around his frame. The cursed foresight had brought him to near madness, and it seemed he could never escape. Who's idea of foresight would be a blessing but not a curse to him. "You don't have to say anything you don't want to." She spoke gently, rubbing his back lightly and offering a soft smile. Luna knew it was challenging for him. She had seen many nights like these, each one worse than the previous. But she understood his need for answers. He eventually came to his senses. Luna stood up and said, "Well, it will be alright when you need to talk; I will." Retrieving his witt.After a moment, slowly rising. "How are you feeling?" she asked softly, reaching for her shirt and quickly slipping it on.

He shrugged noncommittally, pulling his knees to his chest and clutching the bedsheets in a vice grip. "Do you want me to stay?" She offered her patience, understanding him. Kindly place her hand on his shoulder. After a moment's pause, he uttered his latest visions and how they brought him to near madness. He could never escape. Without the goddess's intervention. Like that of an angel bringing him from chaos.

"You don't have to say anything you don't want to." She spoke gently, rightly so, offering a soft smile. Luna, I'll always be close by." Just call me, alright. I have work to be done. Lucretius told her not to leave just yet. Curious, he thought why and how she had snuck into his bed unclothed, innocently, realizing only now that she had put on her clothing and kept his silence on the matter. Believing it would only cause conflict.

He began under duress. His visions were of the destruction of the realm of the void, which had breached from the temporal plane. Unfortunate events would cascade, destroying everything; Luna waited. She needed to hear what he had to say. So they sat side by side, Luna facing him, his legs bent on each side of her body. Lucretius calmly combed her hair with his fingers. After a few minutes passed, He recounted what he had seen that day, the man-like creature that would war against their very lives:

The destruction and the devastation. Everything from the beginning to the end. Luna listened, mesmerized by the story without interruption, her eyes locked on his. She listened intently until the end, nodding occasionally and absorbing the information. "So, I assume you believe it?" He asked after a silence."Yes, I believe you." She responded honestly.

They both knew. Questioning who was the unknown entity. Lucretius finished with what he believed should be done and told her. It's time. I should be leaving for the gathering soon. All will be welcome; no ear will be hidden from his words. While posing at the door with a gleam in her eyes towards Lucretius, Luna said, "Alright, it is time I checked on our staff too."

"Afterwards, hopefully, you will join me on a journey to Tridelta City he responded." Luna gleefully, "Of course, I'd be delighted to travel with you."

Chapter II Minds Gathered thoughts scatter.

Luna walked down the corridor to the lower floor, stopping at the dining hall for a basket of fruit. hearing the commotion in the cook's quarters. They try to stop her and ask for assistance, as Luna explained. "Don't worry; it's almost morning now." "now "Go ya, goober." "Maybe; I'm exhausted." thought May. May, Liza, and Michel, who has the rare power to duplicate herself, are known as the living reflection. things are easy for her when she can work in a team. She can control it or not. giving herself the title maiden servant" the middle and last names, thereby making herself the chief maiden servant. Frequently ideal for use as a decoy. Finally, Lucia was sent home after only two hours. leaving her post exhausted. She made it to 3343 Aurora St., the house assigned to her by her uncle Reese. She noticed next to the end a man in humble wizard's clothing who looked rather handsome to her. He was pacing back and forth, appearing to leave his house. Lucia stopped, wondering if she should speak to the man, who was obviously lost in thought. Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared behind the man, causing Lucia to yelp. The man spun around, and Lucia gasped at the sight of a creature that resembled a wolf or a bear: the color of the fur was dark, black, and grayish brown; the large ears stood straight up; the eyes were wide and glowing green; the teeth were sharp and white; and the snout was flat. It was as if it were not alive, yet its form took on a completely human shape. It wore a black leather coat that reached halfway down the creature's body and looked like a leather jacket. Its paws were massive, claws longer than a normal human could achieve, and the tips were razor-sharp like daggers. The thing raised its head, viewing Lucia in its sight as it dashed at her, the light shining brightly, almost blinding her. A bright flash of light erupted from the beast. The sound echoed around the area, deafening Lucia as it faded. Lucretius had used a long-range spell to see her in danger; she nodded at him in thanks as he walked onward. Perplexed, she wondered if that was what he was waiting for or if she was the target. She rushed into her home and sealed herself in using an elemental stone to lighten and make herself some calming tea before she went to sleep. Lucretius, who was now officially 461 years old. Hesitant to leave his domicile, standing nearby and gazing at the last of the light, he takes his Staff and bag nearly full of books, walking the slick path mostly silent. prepared himself for an uncomfortable speech and has never written his statements, all of which have come from his mind and heart. bearing his love of literature passionate for life. It's a never-ending lesson. Every so often, a wizard, mage, or sage will have the full ear of the entire academy: "This may be the right time to seek counsel to build a more massive spire of all knowledge and wisdom from all who have a mind for it." "For future reference, knowing the past has always been fickle with books, resources of knowledge, and wisdom," thought Lucretius. The eldest knows far more than anyone could dream. He remains unquestionably unquenched with a thirst for more knowledge and never learning enough. Nearing the next solstice of spring, Lucretius is 460 years old, stands 5'10, has long ice blonde hair, white and pale white skin, glowing blue eyes, and purple shades of orange-red flickering as hue glazes over his massive arcane power of 188 pounds. His blood type is A. Equipped with a staff of hard rock oak, stuffed within are crystallized phoenix and lion bones. sealed with griffin hide. Lucretius wears a white cloak and dagger, with an extra hidden dagger in his belt, blue trousers with leather gorges, and a side pouch for gold laid next to his infinity bag. He never leaves his books lying around; he carries them and wears long boots made of setrimial steel with shock absorbers of his design. With enhanced comfort and stealth using inner fire fox furs and wool lining, hands are equipped with PearlStar and a sapphire ring imbued with elemental embers that is magic-proof. A headband of red and blue blended to a light purple with anti-sweat properties, Staff can produce fire peaches meant for consumption for mana control due to his having a tremendous amount of magic aura. as they gathered. Lucretius took a moment to devour his fear of public speaking as if it were a dragon eaten by a carnivorous lamb. Rushing his words, he began speaking. "As the first founder of the Magus Order known today, I am the most prominent and renowned member of the Circle of Magi." He cleared his throat, his heart racing as the audience applauded, clapping and shouting. Lucretius waited for the applause to die before continuing, his face flushed with embarrassment. "To understand myself and this world better, I must be a part of it." This is why I have left the comfort of my home and ventured out into these dangerous lands. I want you all to learn about the magic of life and how this world works. "I want us all to learn." The people shouted their agreement. A few others joined in, but the majority remained silent as the rest cheered. The Circle members bowed towards the crowd as they continued to cheer. Lucretius paused, letting the noise settle as he scanned the sea of adoration and admiration. He smiled at everyone. "I have come here prepared to speak the true meaning of what a wise teacher teaches." He said, "You're only here to give a lecture; don't expect us to understand." They spoke together. "We are the masters of learning and history and the teachers of history." You do realize that, even if what you say is true. "That there aren't two teachers teaching in one school, correct?" Lucretius said as he turned to face them. "And how would you know that we're teaching in two schools?" asked Lucrezia, the most powerful sorceress in the kingdom. "You may call yourselves a high and mighty council of wizards, but we have a tradition and are the leaders in a world of learning." "What exactly do you think the difference is between wizards teaching in the academy system and teaching the students?" Asked Claudi, "I believe the difference is the same." "But that's something to consider later." Lucretius replied with a hint of bitterness in his voice—a bitter tone he does not allow anyone to hear unless it's important to him. "For the good of the student's education." Claudia argued, "For the betterment of the world?" Lucretius retorted, "It wouldn't be much of a world if all wizards taught the same way." Lucrezia countered, "That depends on the teacher, right?" "I'll let you choose." Lucretius said as he turned to stare back into the audience. "The teacher chooses his pupil," and I would choose my own pupil. Lucrezia, his obstinate sister, looked away, and Lucretius continued. "You must realize we are trying to teach you a valuable lesson today." It isn't that I doubt either of you, but the fact is that we are trying to teach you." Lucretius pointed out the obvious. Lucrezia and Lucretius's argument was interrupted when the doors opened as Lucia's parents entered the hall along with the others. Claudia glared at Lucretius as the other three followed suit. "Good evening, Lucretius." They greeted him in unison. Lucretius turned his attention to Claudia, who still glared at him. Lucretius' boldy continues, "Shall we seek comfort?" more so than any other who suffered in their existence; Na'Nay, not just children, building upon the wise sages of old. Their ways were left in novels, tomes, scrolls, and ancient books. a spire to be held far beneath the ground. reaching high and wide, large enough to see hundreds of miles away. a splendid wonder To behold. "To fathom such a great and enormous challenge, we need a dedicated place filled with old and new compendiums updated frequently." Though Destiny cried loudly, no mortal could quench her. Time left them (Faded Yet Not Dead.) As with time, volumes slowed for the new sources of knowledge. "We must seek them out, preserve them, and learn from them to be a beacon of light in a dark and cruel world." He spoke passionately. He paused to take a breath. He felt slightly embarrassed at his outburst in front of the crowd. "To ensure our survival, we must protect them." "And that means protecting the library." His voice was serious. "I ask that you please lend me your support." He said, pleading his case and praying silently that he would win. While passing through the cult (Legion of Lilith), known as LOL, with her wickedly mischievous worshipers, the Underworld Women United (UwU), Lucretius paused to delay his mind rushing with a desired expression of approval. His fellow dreamers, too, took hold with a passion to his statement. Brother Gregory noticed LOL and UWU and interrupted, saying, "Behold, I agree, yet look out upon them who are leading astray with the promised lies." She speaks like a seductive viper. tempting them with progress, change, and a new age of power never before seen. Increasing in number and dimming the minds of the young, they leave themselves to their own devices, which snare and glue like traps to their aid. young men and women would say. "We heard it all; we learned everything." "Sorrow, for pity's sake." Exclaimed Tolman, "And then they left." "They went away to find new prey and left us to rot." "They left the world to rot." "It is the fate of us all that we are left alone with our sorrow." But we should try to enjoy those last days with hope- a sense of peace with ourselves. They torment our brothers and sisters in mass for labor, and under duress, they force obedience. "Truly, I, too, am distraught," said Luca. "Hear ye the lament under the whips of our brothers down there stripped of every title and honor sisters begging for scraps even for work lest their bones weaken," said Thaddeus, provoking Seymour's rant. "Thieving liars the lot, they have earned their due!" exclaimed Seymour, angering Lucretius, saying, "How can they be thieves?" if they asked for money and people willingly gave it to them. Even if it is, will it still be theft to ask for a coin? Is asking for assistance to correct a mistake a crime? Who do you want to benefit from leisure? Do you call people who sign and are bound by indentures to work for another for a specified time, especially in return for payment of travel expenses and maintenance, the employer's thieves? What defines a slave? taking time from one another for benefit. thief, slave, unless their gain is not but at no cost of labor and time for service rendered. Well, what say you? Have you any ill will against those who toil under servitude or duress by the whip? Seymour was regretfully filled with remorse as he exchanged his retractions. "Nay," I say. "I was woe whence I uttered wrongfully," said Seymour. "In err irked I sought to justify them, to satisfy and subdue a hatred that was bellowing up." to store in my contempt and wrath against them to dash them, they mean "LOL AND UWU." "You must realize we are trying to teach you a valuable lesson today." It isn't that I doubt either of you, but the fact is that we are trying to teach you." Lucretius pointed out the obvious. "Shall we seek comfort?" more so than any other who suffered in their existence. Nay, not just children, Building upon the wise sages of old, there are ways left in novels, tomes, scrolls, and ancient books. a spire to be held far beneath the ground. reaching high and wide, large enough to see hundreds of miles away. a splendid wonder. "To behold and fathom such a great and enormous challenge, a dedicated place filled with old and new compendiums updated frequently is needed." Though Destiny cried loudly, no mortal could quench her. Time left them (Faded Yet Not Dead.) As with time, volumes slowed for the new sources of knowledge. "We must seek them out, preserve them, and learn from them to be a beacon of light in a dark and cruel world." While passing through the cult (Legion of Lilith), known as LOL, with her wickedly mischievous worshipers, the Underworld Women United (UwU), Lucretius paused to delay his mind rushing with a desired expression of approval. His fellow dreamers, too, took hold with a passion to his statement. Brother Gregory noticed LOL and UWU. He interrupted, saying, "Behold, I agree, yet look out upon those leading astray with the promised lies." She speaks like a seductive viper. tempting them with progress, change, and a new age of power never before seen. Increasing in number and dimming the minds of the young, they leave themselves to their own devices, which snare and glue like traps to their aid. young men and women would say. "We heard it all; we learned everything." "Sorrow, for pity's sake." Exclaimed Tolman, "As cruelty and unjustifiable punishment irk my will for whatever reason, having said this, I assume I may be disapproved." Shall I be a hindrance? error suffering banishment? To do harm as a sage mage would sorely wound our purpose. Lucretius said, surprisingly, "to vote to have Seymour banished for hate crimes." What is reasonable? "Should we tolerate the brutality of the wicked and their eagerness for corruption?" "All say yeah; voting begins now," and all standing judging was held swiftly. agreed, "Nay Nay! " It would seem we all feel the same, lest we vote yes and become Hippocrates. It matters not what emotion swells in you. So long as control is maintained, actions that have consequences painfully imbued within the heart are not crimes. (The Lament of the Elder Sages) could be held as if it were hardened by their agony! As the day continued, their screams grew louder, for hearing them was a message from LOL and UwU, a declaration of war against those who would think to rebel. leaving their hard work undone and incomplete. "What for their sake?" asked Lucia Davies. The Keeper of the Dark Scrolls and Toma softly and swiftly said, "My learned brothers and sisters, the wise, I am pleased to have you here." Joy is in my heart for you; I surely am not alone. "Thanks to Lucretius, yea, even Seymour, I see we have a goal in mind: to begin stirring up a justifiable rebellion in this crisis." "Yes,'' agreed All sages, magi, wizards, mankind, elf kind, and the like. Even the ones called "elementals" know my troubles. More than any, they would see no end to the stupidity in the hearts and actions of all kinds. "With all the elements we have obtained, still we know nothing," cried Lucretius. after a long pause. In agreement, "There is a problem with the new generation." ranting furiously. Said Adria Lucretius spoke "I am in wonder." My speech on it has indeed given flight to our cause. "Wisdom and knowledge." "Life is a never-ending battle against the ignorant, the foolish, and the greedy swine." "They who care not for anyone or anything yet only themselves." They would see the very (Pearl of Wisdom) cast before they burned and tread upon it to dust. "As if it were worthless," said Luca. "All such would fade from the mind of the enemy." Intercepted Gregory "Cowardly fools. They destroy as they claim they are the victims." Luna cried softly. Should they rise to rule without mercy? "They are the enemies of the weak." They are the servants of the evil ones. "They should be destroyed." "If only they would be taught otherwise," Adria said. "For all the good it does," said Lucretius. "Yet they are our allies." "They are traitors!" Toma yelled, "Aye, and they would take away freedom from us," Luna spoke up. "Freedom?" "I will never submit to them!" Toma shouted, "Nor will I," Lucretius and Adria chimed in unison with Theo, who spoke last. "But we cannot ignore what they have been doing." "They have not done a thing!" exclaimed Margaret as she stood from her seat, anger rising quickly in her voice and body. She had always believed her duty was to stand up to these arrogant bastards. They treated all creatures with cruelty. And they did not even try to understand any desire for correction? least of all is the willingness to, at best, heed the warnings of the prophetic sounds resonating through the history of ages past. Said Seymour, "History does interestingly repeat itself ceaselessly." Lucia Interjected, "Ever wonder why they destroy the city's statues?" holding mass book burnings? This is the way they kill. "With indulgence in the evil of destruction," Luna said, questioning the integrity of the argument. how best to preserve their work. the evidence of their labor, the remaining essence of their very existence. "A history lesson always taught but never heard; there is nothing new under our sun," said Lucia. With a loud voice, Lucretius cried out to anyone who would give an ear. "We are old and nearly forgotten, abused, and too, our lives end." What shall we mortals do? If we lose what little we have gained, shall we lay low? In the mud, they groaned in toil. This must be a lie. Desolation shall be the wonder of middle earth. Woe, I say. The loss of mankind Even so shall Elvin's kind be but a speck of dust. Or, er, may I say even so, the elementals: "To whom may we implore to spare us these unjust indignities and save us?" Surely the gods have an ear. "Let us plead with those before us; surely they know our grief," said Tolman and Toma, who had been silent so far, patiently listening. "For our children's sake shall we endure." Luna and Lucia cried together, pleading as one. "Help us, please, Great One, our Creator!" "lost in thought as the life of our efforts leave us while they give themselves to madness." "Oh!" Lucretius Kimiko said softly to herself, "What have you started?" All the mostly silent listeners agreed with a "yea." Levi, Valerie, Morton, Lucretius, Luna, Lucia, Gregory, Kimiko, Tolman, Toma, Adria, Auron, Thaddeus, Ophelia Moriyama, and Ursula Matsuyama Ophelia Moriyama and Ursula Matsuyama are known as the twin forest protectors of the forest creatures and their natural habitat. They are both 245 years old and look 40 years old. Standing at 5"11, Ursula weighs 148 pounds, while Ophelia is 159 pounds; their blood type is unknown. They are equipped with common armor and earthen boots. But there is a story for another time, as history has yet to begin again. while passing through in shock and awe at such pain and hearing sorrowful pleas. echo through space, Enola Newton, and the celestial seven: Ryna, Phoenix, Diane, Mar, Robin, Zelda, and Namair. Having one mind for mercy and compassion and a hatred for those abusing the elder, they decided to give Lucretius in secrecy and understanding. "A Celestial Blessing." also to the keepers, all of whom rendered service to them. that they may live without the sense of pain and, with careful thought, extend their life span just long enough. for such as they desire. why they all wondered, as for so long they lived only because they were heard and blessed with joy and delight. for eight thousand years. Fighting in the covert wars of shadow, the devil's bane is known as the wise sages. By chronicling, organizing, and recording every battle in written manuscripts, every resource is diligently compared and made to last by studying methods and materials. The material is stronger and longer lasting, extending the duration of their achievement as it is worth every effort. Indeed, they felt it was short-lived. time jealousy of those who come near to thwart his power, devouring those who remain with understanding. steadily in decline. only to become dusted and worn down enough to lose their way, lacking the same skill to read their fading sight. a sadness only the last of the wise would know. having books, they would never be able to teach. They were nearly finished. Left with the wish to have the obstinate young educated more readily, to read with words unknown to them, to hear their arcane language read to them as they pass to the next world, they leave a limited blood legacy to continue where they left off. As they started the foundation with hope, so it shall be in the hope their children will finally finish the perfectly named "Immortals Spire," as it would take one to study nearly all its contents to discover the secrets of how it works and what use its purpose would be when combined with other elements. As it is, The Immortal is but an echo in stone now. Since the beginning of time, there have been those who sought to conquer the universe, to destroy it.

Chapter III Shadows of War / Workings in Progress

chapter III shadows of war / workings in progress

PRE-BATTLE WIZARDS' BINDING-START OF WAR

Rattles, cracking eggs, the warlord leads his troops into the brightening sun! Blood pours from storm-swollen wounds clearing out the hellish parasites, stomping onto the dust, watching the mountain erupting in flame while his legion trudges through sharp spines and griffins. Thunder, shrieking, they observe it inspirational he wondered at it, making its way to the surface compel pyroclastic blasts through the earth—they see it, attack raging through the mountain encounter all this, force erupting through the ground—blood pours from storm-swollen wounds and trampled like the worms, Thunder rumbles while a youngster sobs! Battle-wracked and sickly ghosts float among them, beginning and cursing the living; the necropolis gate must have been tampered with. The youngsters scatter into the dungeons near the city, not far, staying quiet. The youngsters are sucked into the vapor-like tentacles after drawing the veil together. The doors then shatter, and the men and horses, still on the ground, vanish. Bane. Exits a chamber, splashing and stabbing - He roars in a rage, like his fallen brother Ludwig (V.O.) They've arrived, the land's curse. The undead devils are on their way to take over the world. The voices of a warlord lead his army as the devils blackened the sun undead rise. They hear the voices of the forest - howls of terror as twisted spirits ambush. The throngs of light emerge from the woods, a mass of dark shapes coming around a bend and marching past. One is man-sized, grinning inhumanly; the other is larger. A large man approaches the middle of the bridge: a warrior. Bane. He smashes the ground with his ax, dragging it, pulling it down towards him. The warrior swings down into the middle of the bridge, and Bane jumps, leaps, and misses: he falls, smashes Bane smashes backward, deflecting the ax back into the middle of the bridge! Bane crouches with his legs crossed, standing and striking the wall behind him, dropping into the bridge. BANE shouted my people!

Let's show them the fear of those of us whose people face the ruins. Our way of life is in danger of being reduced to madness, to destruction! Our laws of strong, uncorrupted unity are threatened by monstrous violence! Fouling shadows dance across the dirt. Time passes, night breaks, and an empty field is seen. Bane approaches a green log of a man's face: silver teeth. He sits, rises, and carefully walks towards the record--clicking sheaths his sword. As he picks up his sword, we know what's there. Thor's weapon. Above it were a lace of billowing air and a slight, shadow-like smirk. Bane turns as Loki strides forward and bows low (He leans on his sword for balance). What have I done? You have tried to return. Whoever enters the area is filled with dread at the horror of battle. Suddenly, whoosh! A wolf rushes out of the woods-its fur ripples. Shining as silver and gold snap in a frenzy. Bane stops when Loki and the other warriors brandish their swords. They quickly take a stance. Bane slowly raises the blade in fear of the wolves, then moves slowly toward the trees-- The shadow of the man's face seems to radiate from Loki's weapon.

Loki whispers to Thor, who eases his way close- As Loki raises the sword, breathing deeply, we hear a strange and piercing sound. Rushing the saber into Loki, feeling betrayed by his brother, Kris sobs, it had to be done, you traitor, riled out to Loki, Loki, weeping. Do not let her go-not like that-dead and gone by the time you did. Nebulous girl, Nooo! Not anymore. She's right. My home was never here. My heart had failed to love you, for it had stopped long ago. Wake up; it is time to go on and find the one you searched for. She is waiting. Don't fail her this time; with that, he was perplexed and geared to understand the meaning of this. Walked away and relaxed as tears stopped flowing from his chest. The pain had stopped. He opened his eyes one last time and saw her standing at a distance by a fountain dressed in blue and emerald, calling to a man named Jasper, her father, looking at a brother she may never meet. His final thought, how, if I'm dying, do I find her