A voice speaks to him within his mind. He knows of these beings. He had seen them in the past, but never had communicated with them. "You are the chosen one" the alien voice boomed within his mind. He looks to the robed figure in front of him seeking to know if it was he who 'spoke' and is blinded by a flash of lightning and deafened by thunder. As his vision clears his pistols are no longer floating in front of him. His hands discover that they now rest in his holsters. The lightning and thunder continue to recur more frequently, their unnatural energies disorienting the warrior. Through the haze he now sees hovering before him two swords, each in a metal sheath. "Two swords, two possible futures; One leads to damnation, the other to redemption." Thunders the voice in his head. Lightning strikes and thunder roars again trying to disrupt the voices in his head. His head aches. His ears are deafened. He strives to hear the voices. The figures surrounding the two fallen are suddenly standing in two groups, each group bearing aloft one of the fallen warriors. They begin to carry them away in different directions. Blinding light, deafening noise! The groups have disappeared. The figure who was standing before the man is now in the center of the chamber. "Take both swords, but you must choose only one! Once chosen, it will remain at your side until the day of destiny. Do not unsheath it till that day!" The figure moves away in to the shimmering haze. The man tentatively grasps both swords in his hands. Blinding light, deafening noise! The figure turns and the voice speaks in his head. "You will face many ordeals that lie ahead of you. Know that whatever path you choose, you must walk it alone. Both will lead to the same end but by different paths. The difference is the pain that must be endured and the sacrifice that must be sustained during the journey." Blinding light, deafening noise! "Forget your past! Forget the present. The future of mankind is at stake." The voice booms. Dark energies swirl around him. Whispered suggestions enter his mind. "Take the black sword" they cooed. "Why endure pain?" they clacked. He feels the tremendous psychic pressure to drop the broken sword and cling to the black one. He winces and struggles. He remembers his master, his comrades and then his father. With a scream of anger and determination he forces his hand open, dropping one sword and clutches the other with all his might. "You are the bearer of the sword! The voice of the robed figure cuts through the swirling black energies. "You have chosen and you must endure!" "Take your new name and make your journey" He looked around him through the dark clouds now engulfing the ruins. His auto-sensors indicated that the left shoulder pad was scorched. Looking at the plate he noticed that his old name had been burned off and a new one etched. "CYPHER" Then there was a blinding light and deafening noise and then nothingThe journey had begun! |
ANGEL IN THE SHADOWS By ( Lucius2 ) Edited by ( Shadow Guard ) |
SAGAS OF THE FALLEN ANGELS |
