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[h1][color=Crimson]?Xerxes?[/color][/h1][/center]

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[*]Conomi Islands
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Xerxes faded in and out of consciousness as he was dragged to the brig of the ship, well on his way to prison. The pain of the bullet in his chest was now only a dull ache in the back of his head, unable to comprehend the days events. The world around him was blurry, framed by a shadow of darkness. His emotions were incomprehensible, rage, excitement, fury. Marxo would get his soon, so would the gorilla, Johnny, and even the Captain. He could care less about the Marine guy who dragged him there.

His world become a blur, colors meshing with other colors, and objects blurring together. His eyelids went heavy as medics begrudgingly worked on him, and then, there was nothing. Silent darkness without thought or imagining, it was as if the world no longer existed. Or so he thought.

Instantly, he fell into a seemingly unending blanket of darkness, as dark as the bleak loneliness of depression's gloom. He was blanketed in it, suffocated in it for what seemed like hours before breaking the surface of what seemed to be another world. The very sky that he broke through was just as dark, as if someone had thrown a moth-eaten blanket over the earth, and the stars were the little holes that had been eaten away by the insects.

He had little time to gaze at the sky before he smashed into the ground. Expecting to feel pain though, he was greeted with the cracking and breaking of glass. The ground he soon stood on was actually glass in which spread out for miles in all directions. Its mirror like appearance reflecting the smeared charcoal of the sky, small splashes of gold glittering here and there as if an artist had brazenly attempted to light it without aim; smoky grey clouds deteriorated under the fluorescent silver beams of the moon, as if they were shadows to be banished in its reflection.

A few feet away from him was an ornate mahogany table, with a checkered board and chess pieces to match. Two cushioned seats flanked it, and a young man with raven hair, who looked eerile similar to him, sat on the white end of the board.

[color=LightBlue]"I've been expecting you."[/color]