Part 1: Awakening
A dark and looming castle. Shadowed boundaries, coated in fire. A giant figure rising above the flames. Then, blackness.
He awoke with a shock, jolting up in bed. I…I’m not who I thought I was… he pondered, staring at his hand, which, before was a dark grey and green, now shone a sinister dark and light blue. Swiftly jumping from his bed over to his desk, his arm brushed the lamp on his desk, and instantly turned on. Jumping, he stared at it, then at the mirror, his usual swab of dark grey and green now a dark and light blue in its place. I look like…no…I am… he thought, gazing into his now red-orange eyes.
A flashback to a former time. Where Vyryy could roam free. Until, of course, the Shade appeared. A dark being with a wicked past, his shadow was cast upon the far reaches of Vyroez. The world where small creatures, humanoid but unfamiliar, could live, but with the shadow cast, all that could exist was death. A brave Vyryz stood above those remaining, declaring that they stand up, and put an end to the Shade. The brave Vyryz was a slick looking one, glaring red-orange eyes, with dark and light blue skin marking, whose significance represented the characters of “Protector”, “Vanquisher”, and “Hope”. Arming themselves tooth and nail, the brave warrior took his allies to their Central, where a dark tower hung, resonating with sin.
Upon approaching the tower, ½ a mile away from it, black fire erupted, scorching everyone within distance. The fire went on 10 feet from its source in all directions, creating a black ring from above to bar any intruders. But the brave warrior was not so easily impressed, amused, or taken aback. He plunged into the flames, and cried back to the frightened soldiers that the fire was merely an illusion, kept alive with malice. Only one who could head through the flames and truly believe he could not burn, would not burn. The second you accept the fire can be dangerous is when it becomes dangerous. Proudly, the soldiers followed suit and suffered no ill effect.
But also the Shade was not so easily amused. With a wave of his mighty hand, from within the shadow of himself rose hundreds-thousands-of warriors brandishing dark weaponry. In anger, the warrior, stopped, and jumped high, higher, higher, until he came down with a sickening explosion. His liquid skin painted the ground and dark warrior dark and light blue in an eerie camouflage pattern. Then, when the shadow warriors stepped forward to attack the remaining soldiers, they stopped, and for a moment it seemed they would collapse. But they did not, but turned on the tower and began swiftly heading towards the entrance. The shadow warriors’ eyes now shone with a red-orange gleam. The other soldiers joined in, and advanced. The Shade was intolerant, so much so that he struck his hand down, killing the newly born shadows with one foul swoop. Amidst the dead rose a giant rippling sphere of dark and light blue. With a heavenly echo, it formed a massive version of their savior.
Glowing orange runes lit up all along his body, and with a shout he ordered the soldiers to enter the tower, climb to the top, and decap the Shade’s hold on the tower, his one weak point. Following orders they advanced. The Shade became furious and struck out, but was stopped by the hand of the savior.
“Not so easy. I am your true opponent.” He said, swiftly landing a blow on the Shade’s torso. Raging, the Shade and savior began a duel, each conjuring weapons from their dark bodies. With terrifying clashes their weapons met, each falling short of the other. When the soldiers finally reached the tower’s peak, they met an awesome sight: a great shadow rising from the darkened tower towards the sky, forming the body of the Shade, and their equally large savior, pit in combat. As they rushed with weapons raised towards the rising shadow, the Shade turned and shot lighting from his dark palm at the men. With a fluid motion, the savior reached out, stopped the lightning, even forming it into a thundering orb.
Thrusting it forward towards the spine of the Shade, it roared, and attacked the savior with all its might. The savior was stricken, and the Shade slowly began to disappear, as its black spine vanished lazily upwards. With a grunt, the Shade yelled, “I may go, but with me I shall take your precious hero. And when you cannot cure this tower, your world shall rot, and you will rue the day you crossed me, Vyryz.”
As the two began to disappear, one soldier down below, although he did not declare it, saw at the last moment the savior break free and become a glowing sphere of light, racing in the opposite direction, but ultimately vanishing.
No one would believe that man, except his great-granchild, the one now standing before the mirror.