((Yay!! I finally got around to starting a new story that I'm writing on my own*smiles* I hope it turns out ok..=) but if not then at least I try...right?!))
It was in the fall of my fifteenth year. Piercing screams of agony were heard across the battle field in which you lay, Yet not a soul showed the slightest hint of pity towards your limp body as it lay in my badly shreded arms. My tears falling from my blood stained cheeks as you clung to your every breath. My worst fear coming true as your wounded heart finally gave out and you were lost to the darkness and my entire world taken with you. I stood as silently, as the others that looked upon you as dirt, and slowly whipped the tears from my cheeks. So there I was, staring into your once warm eyes with a blank stare. It was that fall day...that my first love died...
A cold hearted boy, not even 13 years of age stared death in the face with a forced grin. It was the end for him and he knew it too. There had been blood spilled by his hands in the amount of thousands, and so it was time he took his well deserved spot in hell....
Although...to his luck or yet misfortune the balance between Heaven and Hell was profosised to be in danger of breaking during the rise of the Pure One. The two gods of both worlds argued among each other in order to determine what the fate of Middle Earth would be...And they came to a darkly looked upon decision of one fate...The death of the Pure One.
It was the only way to keep the two worlds from clashing in a certin doom...And so they chose him...a murderer, a child, a wounded soul that went by the name of 'Bloody Raven'. Distantly waiting for his unforgiving death in the pits of hell when the Gods called out to him....First was the Heavenly god.
"To thou that kills for pure hatred and revenge, let thigh burden be placed upon thee, as a gift to life in thou heavenly skies...or a curse to the darkened flames of Hell. We, God of the underworld and God of the Heavens, send thee back to middle Earth in a quest to rid said world of The Pure One..."
The boys head swarmed with questions as he tried to make sense of the sudden quest that was placed upon him, but a single thought was placed above the rest 'another chance...a-a new life.' Although his thoughts were interrupted buy the breathtakingly dark voice of the god of Hell.
"Though thou was given this quest there are ways that thou might ...fail. If thou does not take the life of the Pure One before the second coming of Halo's Comet thou shall fail thee quest and therefore be sentenced to a life of Hell in the underworld!"
And with that the fate of the world was handed to that young boy, a hatred filled child that wished for only revenge. His soul drifting back to his former body on middle earth. Thoughts of his jurney burning in his mind as he became flesh and bone again, opening his dark topaz eyes.
Air rushed into his chest like a waterfall as he was brought back from the dead, his past wounds healed but a newly drawn tattoo carved into his shoulder blades of the opposite crosses to symbolize his meaning in this world. He stood and stared into the broken mirror at his new self and the blood covered blade in his hand, in which his mother had taken his own life with before her death. His eyes glanced over to the corpse of his fallen mother, braced up against a corners wall in a bloody heap. His eyes slanted as he looked at her in discust before looking back to the mirror with the same grin he died with.
"welcome back...." he smirked to himself before walking towards the door, throwing the bloody knife through his mothers skull and pinning her to the wall. The door opened with a deathly creak as he stepped out into the moonlit night. His grin grew wider as he stared up at the full moon "I won't rest until I find you...my dear, Pure One" he whispered a wicked promise into the night and set off...never looking back.
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