Night,seemed Forever.

He trudged forward,towards the light that never came any closer;whose warmth always appeared cold,rejecting.Towards the sole gleam of hope that resided within a heart inundated by the shadows of Death and Fear.

It held him above the pits that led to Hell,above the jagged cliffs of Oblivion.

The toils of a prolonged,arduous journey began to tell upon his battered body:his muscles ached,silently crying for a rest;his determination was stretched nigh to the brink of shredding.He wished to halt,desperately so,yet he knew that a once he stopped,he would never begin again.

He would become part of the Shadows.

He glanced up,attempting to descry the slight radiance that was a beacon to his sinking galley.Sweat trickled down upon eyelids half-closed from fatigue,obscured his sight.Hands that felt forged of lead rose up to rub his watery orbs.

A darkness blacker tan even the murkiness than that surrounding drew soundless towards him.A stench more nauseous than the reek of a carcass assaulted his dessicated nostrils.

The Black Lord.

He knew about the abomination,learned of its kind from the Seer who had sent him ,knew that only one had stood before the Demon and survived.

Maintaining his pace as best as he could,he drew forth his blade,held it high with hands steadied by Courage.

He hoped he would be the second.

"Prophecy"
When all Hope dies
When all Light dims
The Strong shall rise
To fulfill their Dreams

When Night befall
When darkness crawls
The brave stand tall
Answering Fate's calls

When the soul fails
And the spirit collapse
The evil sharpen sharp nails
The cunning set their traps

Then One shall rise
While others fall
Amidst the Devil's cries
Standing above all



The heroes who have fallen,have died a second Death.

The legends who have fought and sacrificed all against the Evil armoured by distorted Justice.

The brave who have battled to preserve our sanctity,prevent its desecration at the hands of the Dark.

The strong who continue to wage war against the Shadows.

All of them died at the hand of those they have redeemed.

"Righteous"
When the Darkness came
And Man will they tame
If not for the Chosen
Who then had risen
To combat the Anarchy

When the Shadows deep
Invaded and all Lands would rip
If not for the Legends
Singing their anthems
To war with the Anarchy

When the Devil rose
And Man fled in droves
The Heroes stood tall
And before them the Darkest fall
And so shall the Anarchy