Prolog
The cries of yells of men rang through out the area. Red liquid splattered upwards into the air as bodies fell onto the dusty ground. The hoolves of horses shook the earth. Swords clashed against one another, sending sparks flying. A huge muscular black horse raced through the battle field with full force. Its sliver armor glimmered in the sunlight. Its hoolves slammed against the bloody dry dirt as it screamed like a demon. A figure rode on its back with its sword placed outwards. The figure was covered by a cloak and a mask. Soliders charged towards the masked swordsman.
In a matter of seconds they fell upon the ground soaked in their own blood. The smell of death filled the air. The horse rose on its hind legs, and screamed as his front legs moved up and down a bit. The figure raised its sword in the air pointed upwards. Soilders stared in horror as the horse went back on fours. The figure raised his hand and opened his palm. Suddenly soilders were pulled down as black tenticule wrapped around them. Almost in an instance the battle ground was bare.
"We...won." a voice cheered. A male with green earthly eyes, tan skin, and blue hair walked next to the masked figure. "I...guess.." The rider groaned. The man got in front of the horse. "Azul...." The figure sighed as it got off the horse.
"Yes what do you want Neo?" Suddenly Azul felt cold and a bit wet. He looked down to see a sword in his stomach. "You as a commander has been demoted..." The figure laughed a bit. Neo pulled down the sword letting Azul's blood explode outwards. "Neo you traitor!" Azul collasped into the ground as his words echoed through the wasteland. Slowly Neo took off his mask. Dark brown hair fluttered outwards as the mask was taken off. His icy clear blue eyes stared outwards at the dead land. THIS IS WHERE HIS STORY BEGINS....
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