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Prologue : Black and White

Blood. The ground was dyed with it. The sky was painted with it.

As a lone figure looked of a mountain, he knew by the flames in the city that much blood had been spilt since the last time he was here. He jumped of the cliff.

The ground zoomed up to meet him. But just as he was about to hit him, he stopped, and then dropped quietly to the ground.

Not a sound. On this mass of crimson, his white robes shone out, making him feel exposed on this vast area. His vision blurred.

Suddenly he was at the wall of the city. They stood far above him, but the gates, which had been higher than the wall, lay in front of him. He walked through.

Inside the walls, he felt the ground become slippery. He did not look down. He knew what it was. Strange crimson lumps lay on the floor. He stepped over them. He knew what they were. Again, his vision blurred.

He was now in a great hall. A throne, dead ahead, was broken. But that was not what he stared at. In front of it, a silhouette of a man stood. Shadows seemed to dance around him.

Slowly he turned. His face was almost visible. He says, still shrouded,
“Why have you come?”
The lone figure does not answer.
“Why have you come?” the shadow repeats.
The white figure stares at his black counterpart.
“To bring her back.” The words ring out of the bright ones mouth. The dark one sneers.
“You? You, fell so easily? You, who failed her when she needed you most?”
The white figure is silent.
“Pah! You…could not so much as bend my knee. What chance do you think you have against me? You wish to end your own life? So be it!”

Suddenly, the silhouette throws his arm forward. The white cannot move in time. A ball of dark energy hits his chest. He is sent sprawling to the floor.
“You are foolish. If the king could not stop me, if the soldiers could not stop me… what chance do you think you have?”
The white one feels anger. This is the one responsible for it all.
“I am not sorry…” the white whispers, standing up.
“Sorry? What could you be sorry for what?” retorts the black one sneering
“For this…”
Suddenly the white one is right next to black. Black and white aura glows of both, blending. The white places his hand on the black ones chest.
The black one suddenly shows fear.
“Y-Y-You! When did you learn this?!?”
“Just now. You came too late..”
“H-H-How did you …?”
“Become so powerful? I don’t know. But enough.”

By now, a white sphere appears in his right hand, his free hand.
“Here you die, you monster!” the white cried.
“N-N-N-No! “
The white one smiles, sadly.
“I’m afraid you’ve done enough.” He whispers. The white sphere is pushed into the dark figures stomach.

“Way of Destruction, path of light: …”The white robed figure whispered quickly. “Requiem spell number 100: Death Spell of Ancients.”

Description
Prologue : Black and White

Blood. The ground was dyed with it. The sky was painted with it.

As a lone figure looked of a mountain, he knew by the flames in the city that much blood had been spilt since the last time he was here. He jumped of the cliff.

The ground zoomed up to meet him. But just as he was about to hit him, he stopped, and then dropped quietly to the ground.

Not a sound. On this mass of crimson, his white robes shone out, making him feel exposed on this vast area. His vision blurred.

Suddenly he was at the wall of the city. They stood far above him, but the gates, which had been higher than the wall, lay in front of him. He walked through.

Inside the walls, he felt the ground become slippery. He did not look down. He knew what it was. Strange crimson lumps lay on the floor. He stepped over them. He knew what they were. Again, his vision blurred.

He was now in a great hall. A throne, dead ahead, was broken. But that was not what he stared at. In front of it, a silhouette of a man stood. Shadows seemed to dance around him.

Slowly he turned. His face was almost visible. He says, still shrouded,
“Why have you come?”
The lone figure does not answer.
“Why have you come?” the shadow repeats.
The white figure stares at his black counterpart.
“To bring her back.” The words ring out of the bright ones mouth. The dark one sneers.
“You? You, fell so easily? You, who failed her when she needed you most?”
The white figure is silent.
“Pah! You…could not so much as bend my knee. What chance do you think you have against me? You wish to end your own life? So be it!”

Suddenly, the silhouette throws his arm forward. The white cannot move in time. A ball of dark energy hits his chest. He is sent sprawling to the floor.
“You are foolish. If the king could not stop me, if the soldiers could not stop me… what chance do you think you have?”
The white one feels anger. This is the one responsible for it all.
“I am not sorry…” the white whispers, standing up.
“Sorry? What could you be sorry for what?” retorts the black one sneering
“For this…”
Suddenly the white one is right next to black. Black and white aura glows of both, blending. The white places his hand on the black ones chest.
The black one suddenly shows fear.
“Y-Y-You! When did you learn this?!?”
“Just now. You came too late..”
“H-H-How did you …?”
“Become so powerful? I don’t know. But enough.”

By now, a white sphere appears in his right hand, his free hand.
“Here you die, you monster!” the white cried.
“N-N-N-No! “
The white one smiles, sadly.
“I’m afraid you’ve done enough.” He whispers. The white sphere is pushed into the dark figures stomach.

“Way of Destruction, path of light: …”The white robed figure whispered quickly. “Requiem spell number 100: Death Spell of Ancients.”