To The Side...

This Is Another Warrior Of The Light Story. It Should Tell You About The Anatomy Of How The Warriors Work...
How They Tick...
Oh And Aishwariya...
Has This One Gone A Little Off In Terms Of How Te Last Two Were Written...


In the dream I walked where a city once stood. It was dawn. I could feel the sun on me. Judging me as I walked to him. The Warrior sat there. His robe stained with evil. His sword was drenched in it.

“How?”

He did not look at me. Something I was used to. Not being cared for. Not have anyone want to look to me. Suddenly, I realized where his mind was. I turned. A figure stood in the distance. With a robe of light and skin as white as snow. He carried a sword of fire. Blazing, licking the outside of it’s hilt, it lay at his waist a sign of who he was. Though who he was was still unknown.

“Cride!”

The Warrior spoke first. He smiled a special smile for the figure. One of brotherhood. Of pure, simple love and not the superficial likings we face and give for so much of our lives.

“Neo. I see your child has joined you. Has prism passed?”

“Not yet. She’ll be around shortly. As for the child, he shall be at the side as soon as they arrive.”

“How many of them were there?”

“About fifty at the least. They walked with purpose. Evil is strong here.”

“T’was a scouting party. Nothing more, nothing less.”

A new figure walked towards us. I could not see it’s face though. The sun walked behind it. A Guardian..”

“Prism.”

Cride’s voice gave away who he was. He was a leader. A kind leader. The type we hear of in fairy tales.

“I see you made it before me Cride. You just keep dissolving those flaws don’t you?”

“Haha! I try, I try.”

Cride looked much older when he laughed. Too old to be able to walk or talk or lead.

“Prism, we do not have time to talk. We must prepare. They shall arrive soon.”

As Prism neared I realized that she was a woman. Though there was nothing to her that I could count as being special. I realized son enough though that it her Simplicity that made her so forgettable. Her sword was in a hilt that lay across her back. It was a lot wider than any sword I had ever seen.

“Yes. We must prepare. But first, the child must pick his side.”

And just like that, I was far away from where i once stood. I watched on as three Warriors prepared for battle.