Part 1

[center] [b]The Past[/b] [/center] 

[center][i]"There was once an ocean of stars
So beautiful and full of light,
But the only thing we had were tears
For we only saw the night,
And in that night where we walked
There were no stars that shone,
Only the coldness of being shocked
To know that we would all die alone."[/i][/center]

[center][i]~An old poem found scribbled on the wall of an ancient dwelling[/i][/center]

"Long strides ran over the parched earth, each step making the warrior clang, as metal touched metal. All around there was the sign of decay, death had touched the land too quickly, before it was ready and a mockery of life could only be seen of what remained. The warrior looked at the sword in hand, glowing softly. It was long, sharp, deadly and upon their helmet, a grim visage could be seen."

"With quick precision the warrior swung their long sword in the direction of three lowly clad demons, catching them by surprise and decapitating two, while cutting into the neck of the third. With a loud gurgle of black blood, the lowly demon was executed outright, by a quick twist of the warrior as they used their momentum to get behind it. The warrior then continued on, the sounds of battle more evident now then ever before. It was like a drum beating in the very heart of those that could hear it, calling on them to fight or be destroyed. Demonic bodies littered the ground as the warrior began to run up the hill that would show the way forward."

"The warrior crested the hill to see the chaos for their self. Hoards of demons and other foul creatures swarmed over the armies of the light, only wanting to fill themselves up on agony and pain. Yet, light seldom gives into dark without wrestling for control and so those brave soldiers displayed no fear in the face of certain doom. They fought for freedom, survival and above all else, a world free from the dominion of evil. And so, with a heart inspired by what she saw, The Lady of the Blade tore down the hillside and made battle with her foes. Well that was until he arrived, but that is another tale for another night."

The little boy sitting at the edge of anticipation gleamed with large eyes up at his mother. "But what happens next? Who arrives mother? What's going to happen to lady Yarielle?"

She smiled and the boy knew his attempts were in vain. "Now now, you know the rules. One story a night, you'll just have to wait till tomorrow, my love." She bent over, kissing him on the forehead and then tucked him under the covers of the bed. 

"Ughh, yes mother."

"Now goodnight Ti, I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight mama." His door was then shut and the darkness of the room swept over him. It did not take long for his heavy eyelids to close and he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the adventures of Lady Yarielle and what would happen next.

What would come next, would only haunt him forever...