Falling from what has seemed like pure "Heaven". Engulfed by the flames of "Hell", covering him in armor to protect his existence from fatal impact. The Stars around his ever accelerating body dancing with movement unlike before. Possibly approaching his final moment, with a deep and silent wish of external help, he knows that his cry for help won't be heard. The wish for the blessing of protection which he never earned. Within a second of reflection, realizing the past cannot be undone, however to continue fighting with a new resolve, there may be salvation even for the worst in the end. The flames are roaring thru the sky, becoming unbearable even tho he has spent the entirety of his existence ignited by them. Shortly his destination approaching.. a nearby Asteroid. In an instant with impact so powerful it cracks the majority of the visible surface on the giant rock. Shockwave released from the impact sending chunks of all shapes and sizes to scatter all around him. As many other objects of different values fly past him, he's left with a choice. Reaching his limit, he looks over in the infinity of the universe that once felt so small. His sight on the only entity in his lifetime which he may call a friend. Slowly floating in space, motionless and lifeless. Yet somehow he sees a glimpse of state in peace, which maybe one day he shall find for himself. The situation looking grim, the end of all seem so near. The destruction of Good and Evil, evolved over many eternities and yet holding by a thread in this crucial moment.
- Should I let it happen, destroy all evil, whilst sacrificing all that is good as the cost? However that would also mean, willing to give up "his" life as well. He's the only hope, my last chance to turn the tide of the decisions I have previously made, and bring back balance to the scales of life.
With a slow extension of his hand, he tries to reach his friends, who may as well be light years away. Finding the strength... no, better yet the will beyond his exhausted powers. He struggles to stand up, placing his palm on his chest plate armor. Each fingertip lights up brightly red as the bloody signs of the sacred and forbidden technique, taught to him by the one who's name shall not be mentioned. Can "Demons" hold anything sacred, I wonder. He pulls his hand away each sign pulling from his chest a red string. The time to seal their fate has come. Crouching into a stance, his wings draining him of whats left of his "Will" ready to launch him. Knowing he has this one shot, the power of his launch shattering the remaining surface of the rock beneath his feet, his trajectory is set. Once he approaches Vahaa, he grabs him by the arm activating the cursed strings as they wrap around both of them and cut them into pieces. Their remains evaporating into a purple fog and soon after in a flash of light, they both disappear...
Taking a dive into a wormhole, passing thru infinite amount of Galaxies and Universes. They are everywhere yet nowhere at the same time. Nothing but two spectacles of bright light, with size immeasurable, as there is nothing to compare to. Once they are thrown out into an unfamiliar Universe, into a dimension never reached before. Soaring thru space headed towards a somewhat distant planet. From their point of view its a massive and beautiful planet. Once they reach the atmosphere they head straight towards a forest. Calm and cloudless evening. They crash, shacking the ground around the small crater they have created. Now reborn into the closest species to them on this planet they call Earth. The forbidden technique has saved them, but at what cost. Stripped of their powers and original forms, nothing but mere children lost in a world unlike they have seen before. Phantom the once known "Angel" Slayer and most feared by "Them", who has traveled to many dimensions and obtained immense power thru fighting "The Other". Now shaken and afraid, foreign feelings rushing thru this new body of his, silent tears falling down his cheeks. Holding the unresponsive body of the only one reminding him of who he truly is, and that its real. Unsure of the state his closest friend is in. Heart pulsating so intensely, its like it will break its way out of his chest. Shadowy figure emerges from behind the trees on the outer edges of their destruction. Phantom's eyes open widely, terrified of the vulnerable position he is in. Clenching Vahaa's body in anticipation, has he failed once again. Afraid he cannot defend them, everything seems to be done in vain.. An elderly woman comes into focus, once she witnesses the scenery which seems too unreal to question. She drops her basket, the herbs she has been gathering scatter on the ground. Slowly walking towards them, recognizing the terror in the young man's eyes.
-My goodness, what has happened to you poor kids!?
Unsure of the sounds she's making and what they mean. He closes his eyes, assuming this is it... She gently reaches down and offers her hand.
- Come, let me take you with me, I mean no harm.
Somehow the calmness of her voice feels so comforting. Calculating the situation, the options for their survival are minimal, maybe she can help. His heart slowing down, looking at her genuine smile that's expressing worry, which brings unknown warmth. Nothing unlike that he has ever felt. He gets up with Vahaa in his hands, slowly walking along side her silently. Confusion on his face whilst she continues to ask questions. "Do you understand?" she asks. Wondering if they have never learned how to speak, however that may seem odd for their age. She slowly kneels down and fills the basket of her herbs, then sets foot deep into the forest. Eventually reaching a decent size house, which is set on top of a very steep hill. By which there is a small body of water running, dropping off the hill causing a waterfall. The trees covered in green, as the running water is reflecting the mesmerizing colors of the setting sun. Everything seems beautiful, all tho its reminiscing of the loneliness Phantom has always endured. Why would this gentle creature be covered by the pain of being alone, in a place where nothing but nature is found. Flowers of many different colors surrounding the house as they walk on the walkway placed on the edges of the outside walls on the wooden house. Lanterns dimly lit to show them the way. She slides the screen door and guides them inside where he can finally lay him down and rest himself. She leaves them into the bedroom as she walks into another room, shortly to return with clothes for them. Helping them dress up, with the slightly oversized clothing. Thinking they may be starved she goes off again, this time into the kitchen to prepare dinner, unusually this time for more than just herself. Washing the herbs and boiling some water for her traditional recipe of tea. In the meantime she makes a mixture of what she has, hoping to be able to awaken the younger one. The batch of tea spreading an aroma thru out the house. Surprised by his sense of smell, he wonders to where she is, peeking around the corner of the doorway. The rumble of his growling stomach gives away his position. She turns around to catch the little spy who's fixated on the pot of tea. With a gesture of her hand she signals him to come closer, whilst she pours some of the hot liquid into a small cup. She sits down by the lowly placed table on the floor, and he follows her actions. Placing the cup of tea in front of him. The smell is so appetizing, eagerly he grabs the cup and takes a sip. The freshly brewed tea burning his lips and tongue he swiftly puts it back on the table. Face red with expression of surprise. The woman giggles a bit and shows him how to blow on the tea to cool its temperature. Once prepared, the meal set for them on the table. He quickly chows down and leaves the room at once. She grabs the mixture of herbs she has prepared and finds him sitting in the room close to his friend, or is he a brother? Propping his head up as she places the bowl of herbs right under his nose, hoping the intense smell and effect of the herbs to bring him back to consciousness. Sadly no reaction from Vahaa, his mind must be in an extremely deep dream. Phantom evaluating the next steps of actions, however feeling so powerless and weak in this new vessel of his. Knowing nothing about this world nor how this body works, or even if there is a way to regenerate their powers to their fullest extent. First thing is knowing how to get by in this world to obtain more power, surely she isn't the only entity. Understanding she has attempted to communicate, is surely a sign that other beings like her must reside within this planet. Contemplating how long do they have before all dimensions are no more, better yet how relative is the time in this dimension to where they are from. Will they be too late even if they find a way to go back. Surely stressing over hypothetical questions, wont do him any good. Vahaa must awake for them to proceed with a solid plan. Meanwhile he knows he must learn from her everything he can, Phantom's muscles aching from carrying Vahaa all the way here, the feeling of exhausting creeping up, as he begins to feel so limited for once. The once brutally powerful soldier he was. Looking down at his hands wondering how much suffering can this body take. For the sake of power he must find out. The moon is setting in its place, the time for them to rest has come. The new day will maybe bring out a new resolution. He lays down next to him, closing his eyes.
The next early morning approaches, bright sun rays start lighting up the room with beautiful orange and yellow color variations. Opening his eyes hoping for a reaction out of Vahaa. Sleepily he props himself up, sitting up by his side and looking down, wishing there was something he could do. His body sore but yet he feels a little rested, with more energy feeling a sign of hope with the new day. The time to explore has come, walking around the house he notices several different rooms covered by sliding doors. One of the room's doors are covered in paintings of a white and black dragons. The Yin and Yang, balance of all things can be found even on this planet he thinks to himself. Slowly sliding the door he discovers possibly the biggest room in the house. Giant room with several steps downward, the middle of the room is a massive floor with no furniture or anything in the way. It almost seems like a ring of some sort. He looks around the walls as they are covered in Katana's of different colors and with different markings. Each corner of the room has a long and thin metal rod with a height greater than his. On top of each one there is a candle placed, none of which lit. He walks to the end of the room and approaches the sword that seems to spark his interest the most. Black Katana with a painting of a red dragon on its cover. He picks it up off the stand, such a perfect craft or so it seems. Unsheathing the sword slowly, he notices red lettering on the blade. Once fully out of its cover his eyes fixated on the blade, almost as all other blades in the room have disappeared from his vision. Dropping down the cover he turns around and with such precise and smooth movement he slices the air in in front of him. From another perspective it would have seemed like he was cutting down an enemy, and he has done it countless times before. His feet positioned and ready for battle, moving around the room, counting the foes he is slaying before his eyes. In a trance of a slow motion battle he moves around the whole space of the room. Standing by, the old lady observing him. Now understanding that these are no ordinary children. In awe of the way he wields the sword. Even her late husband would be incredibly impressed, as she has seen him train many gifted warriors for years in this room. It feels like she is witnessing the fruit of his labor, the amount of practice and battle he has fought. Oh how dearly she misses the sight of him. Long consumed in war his soul now is elsewhere, all tho she can still feel his presence. Before her are two young warriors who seem to have no choice but walk the same path. With a tear in her eye she walks up to him with a warm hug. Knocking him out of his battle trance. She takes the special sword out of his hand, sheaths it and puts it back in its original place. Extending her arms to the rest of the swords in the room openly, however that one seems to be off limits.
-"It isn't time for this sword young one, however I am afraid that the time will inevitably come."
She walks into the other room to check up on Vahaa. Placing her hand on his forehead, temperature seems normal. Afterwards on his chest, his heartbeat not irregular. What could she do, his body will grow weaker by lack of nutrition and hydration. For now, maybe hope is all that she can do. Feeling helpless is always so dreadful. Such unique situation to be placed in. To bring them up on peace, but should she hide them from war. Is the decision even hers to make, however her guidance seems to be so key. Without any children of her own, nor the experience to raise them, a widow of the eternal conflict of two sides. Only if she knew that both of those sides are right before her very eyes, would that change the way she feels. I wonder would it show her how alike they both are. One coin with two sides..
In the following hours she takes Phantom for a trip into the forest. Walking deep into a place where there is no longer a path. Each step they make is their own to create, and to follow back home. Surrounded by so much nature, bushes covered in luscious berries. She knows what is deadly and what is not, slapping the mouth watering berry out of his hand. She giggles at his expression "Poison." she says. Yet another sound with no attached meaning reaches his ears. Her basket slowly but surely filling up with all the right things that she is seeking. As the environment around them dims down, its a clear sign for her that its time to head back.
To be continued...
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