The Dark Passenger - Beginning of the End.

Within the dark confines of what seemed to be a void, nothing would be seen, nothing would be heard. Alas, from the deep abyss rested a flame.
The flame would dance and dissipate multiple times, fading with each flicker.

The flames formed and danced around for many hours, flickered, faded, flickered again. The cycle repeated many times until from within the flames and the amber glow formed a man or at least the shape of one.

Out of the darkness a voice called out this being surrounded in flames. The voice sounded faded and very distorted as if an echo was present. It sounded as if a woman were speaking out to him.
“It is time to awaken.. you are not dead.. and perhaps you never will be.. but now..”

The voice would stop as the flames would only surge as it formed flesh and bone, a man with long black hair and glowing red eyes, deep as crimson ascended from the fires that burned.
“You may be lost to the darkness that had consumed you but your body is still among the living… you cannot linger here any longer.. it is time for you to return…” The voice had called out to him. The man would close his eyes before reopening them once more as his eye coloration was that old an icy blue, perhaps this was his natural eye color.

The abyss around him started to fade quickly, revealing a landscape that was barren and bleak but full of many ruins, the sky as dark as the abyss he resided within. The man quickly realized where he was as anger overcame his senses. He would scream out in rage as fire erupted from out of his bare body, The flames could be seen for miles as it raged on and on.
Soon he would calm himself as he became quite tired already.

Upon discovery he would stumble upon a few pieces of clothing that was left behind, these in fact were clothes that were very familiar to him. They should’ve been because these were his own clothes, he quickly put them on. The tears and tattered fabric were far and few between along with the cloak that seemed very familiar to him. He would use this cloak to shroud himself, covering himself from the hood down to the boots he was now wearing.

The cloaked man searched for any signs of life as he would see that not even a single tree or piece of grass was left alive here, all signs of life, gone.
He walked for hours within the ruins of what used to be a massive city, nothing but ashes and destroyed structures was seen for miles on end.

The silence was getting to him as he was already on edge, his mind racing trying to remember things clearly as they just weren’t coming to him. The only things he could remember was that he was here for sure and could’ve possibly had a hand in the destruction of this once utopian-like kingdom.
On and on he marched through the ashe heaps finding nothing, nothing at all until he reached the top of what seemed to be what remained of a castle.
He entered slowly as the inside was somewhat intact but very damaged in some parts like the main entrance. Burns, old bloodstains, skeletons, and deep craters would adorn the floors of the entirety of this palace.

The man stumbled upon the throne room where there was nothing quite left of it, In fact all that was here was a massive hole in the earth itself, seeming endless like the abyssal world he once lived in.
As he turned his head, he caught something very familiar, a sword. He would see this sword as it laid stuck inside a crack with the wall to his left, he pulled it out with ease as the wall in front of him collapsed as the blade was the only support it had left.

The sword was in decent condition as it looked to have been decorated with gold accents and engravings, the blade was a deep obsidian in color contrast but was slightly faded. It also seemed that a cross guard used to be present but no longer was it there, perhaps something happened to it in the past?

Sword in hand he wandered around this ruined palace as he reached the top corridors, he took his footing slow due to the poor conditions of the ruins as this place could fall apart any second.

Stumbling around the rooms he searched he finally reached a room, this room had sparked a memory fragment within his mind as he began to see a flame in front of him, forming that of an older man and a child, no less than seven. The older man was play fighting with the young boy, they seemed very happy.
After a few moments the flame faded along with the two aspects. The room consisted of a bed and a few burned dressers, shelves with ruined books, and a wardrobe. The walls looked as if they used to be white but were stained dark grey from burns and smoke no doubt.
He continued searching around as he stumbled upon a sheet of paper that was semi-intact. This showed a name “Kalos Talon” an award and promotion to head senior knight of operations. He would set the paper on the bed as he remembered in that moment, his name was Kalos. The clothes, the sword, this room, and the boy within the memory fragment, they all belonged to him, this was who he was.

Now remembering who he was essentially, Kalos would leave the palace shortly after gathering a few still intact items of use such as, a dark brown leather satchel for carrying things, a sheathe that was quite ruined but compatible for his blade, a broken down, beaten and burned shield along with a suit of armor that comprised all of the same material. The plates all consisted of black coloration, same with the sword itself with golden accents and engravings, all of the colors were faded and worn down.
The helmets visor was bent on the bottom plating but still was viable and parts of the chest plate, Although heavy, was still intact all but missing the left shoulder plate, The cloak in which he adorned would cover parts of the armor and the helm itself nicely.

He would look back at the ruins before turning away and walking off into the wastelands that surrounded him for miles. Kalos traversed this ashen lands for days, not even finding a soul in the process until he reached a burning forest that appeared to be burning endlessly. Was he truly the cause of this destruction? He thought to himself before accepting that this once beautiful forest is now the entrance to hell itself and so he would wonder endlessly through this hell he so created.
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Part two to be announced soon.