The night was cold and unwelcoming, rain and high winds swept the land, the trees bent to their will. The violent dark storm overhead seemed to swirl over a tall ancient tower resting atop a mountain. On the top of the tower two darkened figures circled one another ominously. A flash of lightning revealed them, they stood tall on two feet, clad in metal armor.

The first wore full silver plating covering all but the head, long wet brown hair flailed in the wind, a fur-less face with cold piercing blue eyes shining with each flash of lightning. In its arms it held a beautiful blue sword of crystal, no longer then a broad sword.

The second figure bore dark, heavy armor that even the lightning failed to fully illuminate. Its head was covered by a dark helm, only a glowing crimson eye radiated through. In each hand it bore a grotesque weapon of flesh and steel in the form of sabers, these weapons had eyes of there own that blinked and stared at the circling other.

Slowly the figures slowed to a stop, tension build between them more fierce then the storm overhead, the dangerous and powerful winds failed to move them as the rain failed to avert there dead lock stares. A flash of lightning faded taking with it the two figures. Another flash of lightning was accompanied by the sound of metal striking with great force, the two had charged and began a relentless assault on each other. The impact of the blades knocked the rain aside, the wind itself screamed as the swords sliced through before the clash of metal more violent and terrifying then any lightning strike. All the while the two stared unblinking into each others eyes as they danced the dance of malice and death.

The assaults lasted but a moment. Suddenly the silver clad creature lunged forward, its body slammed and pushed the other back. As the dark figure recovered it looked up to see the silver figure had lifted its crystal blade high in the air before it brought it down strong and fast, the dark figure brought itself up and swung one of its blades in an attempted to counter the attack. The sound of tearing metal filled the night, neither figure moved, the storm itself quietened as if in anticipation of the next act.

The blade in the dark figures hand shattered in a spray of blood and metal. With a scream it charged the silver figure with a desperate swing of its remaining sword. The silver figure dodged it with ease before it brought a metal grieve up. It connected with the dark figures chest causing it to stagger back, the sound of rending metal froze it in place. Looking down it saw the crystal blade extending from its chest. The dark figure impaled the sword of flesh into the ground leaning on it for support. In its last breaths it lifted itself and stepped backwards before falling on to its back with a load thump and the sound of metal scraping stone. The storm, now as silent as a mouse watched as the silver clad creature walked to the dark figure and retrieved it sword. Turning on its heels it stared at the grotesque blade.

The silver figure swung its blade high above its head, the sword itself shone brilliantly as it drew power, the storm picked up more fiercely then ever as if in excitement.

It brought the crystal sword down striking the sword of flesh, for a moment time seem to stop as the two swords connected. Slowly time speed up as both shattered, the released power from both blades radiated across the land before it faded away. The silver clad figure stood over the shattered remains of the three swords and the lifeless corpse. Looking up it saw the storm had disappeared and a beautiful full moon with a blanket of stars covering the sky.

The silver figure staggered as the tower shifted, it looked up to the moon, its mouth curved into a small smile.

The mountain cracked and split in an attempted to swallow the tower it held. The tower twisted and turned as it collapsed into the open mouth of the mountain. When the night finally fell silent it was as if nothing had occurred. The tower forever lost and with it the two greatest weapons, relics and monsters.

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In the heart of the mountain a small red glow shone faintly in the darkness, soon another joined then another, until the cavern was illuminated. In the center an eye snapped open and slowly the glowing red lights began to move.

Uncounted years later the eye opened again only this time it was mounted on the guard of a small sword of flesh and steel. Slowly it closed its eye, drifting to a long sleep waiting for the day it would write the next chapter in its story. Next Chapter: Prologue II : Awakening Estimated time remaining: 25 Minutes