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** Warning. The next passage may contain violent images not suitable for people with vivid imaginations. **

Dragons of Time
Part 2: The Meeting

Darkness. Complete, still, choking. The feeling of falling into infinity, as well as rising into hell. The ballads of Sirens, and screeches of Harpies. The smell of fresh corpses and taste of dry blood. The pain of all living, and joys of all dead. This is how I was greeted when I arrived to the appointed place. This is how it started.

I saw myself a mere child. No more than four years old. Standing over a dead dog and looking at it with eyes of hunger. Then, I was nine. Twisting necks of pigeons flying past me, as Master remarked at my lack of speed. Then, I was twelve. Beating to the brink of death, a man who tried to rob me on the street. Then, I saw her face. I heard her voice. I smelled her blood. I was thirteen.

The horrors continued until I’ve seen every creature I’ve ever hurt. Images culminating in a collage of horror where every last one of them looked at me and laid their curse. Then, there was darkness, and They appeared before me. Six giant forms, whose bounds stretched beyond imagination, consuming what little sanity I had left.

They spoke as one, yet, each saying different things, in a language I never knew but understood. Their words became pictures flowing through my mind, showing sights I could not even imagine. I was alone, among the stars. I was freezing, yet my skin burned. I could not breathe, but it did not matter. I was looking in at what I wanted all my life to escape: this wretched existence. It was so beautiful. The galaxies spinning around me, in a dance of eternal despair. Suns going nova, destroying everything their power can reach. Black holes moving through space, devouring any hope they meet. This was life, as seen by eyes of madmen.

Then, I saw it. Darkness. First, as a minor dot obscuring a small part of my view, then, as a beast that killed everything it touched while growing. Stars went dark. Galaxies stopped their dance of madness, as they were eaten from inside by utter darkness. And then, the screams…the screams of every living thing begging for mercy as silence overcame all.

“This is a future. A future we must stop from happening. The Dragons of Time have chosen sides in the upcoming battle, your pearl of oceans as the battle ground. You shall be our keeper.”

I can't believe that with so many RPers on the forums there are no SGs where they "do their thing". I'm sure that I won't be the only one benefitting from a list. So, let's follow the official format:

<ul type="square">[*]Group Name: [*]Server: [*]Contact Info: [*]Description:[/list]

I've been trying to find one that RPs and would fit my character. So far, I found the simians, the felines and the actors. None of them fit my character, for I am not a monkey, nor a cat, nor an actor.

If you run / know of other RPing SGs, please post them here, prefferably with contact info. I am on the Infinity server, but I am sure there are plenty of RPers who would appreciate a list.

Thanks.

Dragons of Time

Part 1: Introduction

Have you ever wondered how it all began? I don’t mean the misery and suffering that accompanies life with every turn, or the pain and loss of life and sanity… though, They are responsible for that as well. Eternal beings of infinite power. The Dragons of Time.

I’ve recently learned of their existence. *chuckle* I still have trouble believing I was actually awake to witness nightmares they showed me. All my past victims, as one, tormenting me for years, or at least that’s what it seemed. I suppose I should introduce myself, and tell my story from the beginning, or from where I think it begins.

My name is BlackDragon. That is not my birth name, but it is the name I was called all my life. I was born somewhere in Japan, though I still do not know exactly where, nor do I care. I was raised by one man, whom I called Master. He taught me how to survive in this wretched world. How to hunt. How to kill. When I turned thirteen, he sent me on my first assignment. I still remember the look of horror on the woman’s face as my blade plunged into her chest.

It continued like that until I turned 19. That is when my last test came before me. Master came to me on my birthday and requested a final sparring match. I was confused, but could not refuse. We fought with our real blades, for I was no longer a child. During the first series of attacks, I could sense that Master was more violent than usual. I almost missed a block, and received the reward of a deep cut on my left arm. He remarked that I was better than this, and pressed on. Our match continued for almost an hour. I was tired, my breathing, heavy. He sheathed his blade, took a step back and commended me, which surprised me because he has never done so in the past. Then, he vanished.

I was on guard immediately. I knew this technique. I’ve used it often. I closed my eyes and listened. I heard the air move to my right, and faced that way. I’ve felt a tremor on the ground behind me, marking the pressure of landing from a jump. I turned to face Master once more. I’ve heard the sound of the blade being drawn to my left, and vanished as well. What happened in the next couple of moments surprised me more than my speed at that time. I felt myself moving faster than light that bent around me, as I found myself behind where Master hid. I struck thinking he would block. He appeared with his back to me, a deep wound between his shoulders. “I’ve taught you well. The art now belongs to you.” I stepped back, unsure as to what he meant by that, and surprised to see Master hurt from my attack. He stood there for a few moments. Then, his lifeless body fell to the ground.

After his death, I was immediately contacted by a person claiming to be my “guide.” In the business that I am in, a guide is someone who finds you jobs, and makes sure you don’t have to do another job to get the payment from the client… if you know what I mean.

I continued doing what I grew up training for. I’ve killed. Oh, did I kill. You’d be surprised how many people hate someone enough to pay a few mil to remove them forever. I’ve stole. Probably enough to make Solomon blush, for greed of people knows no boundaries. All for money, the system which humanity itself put in place to separate each other into hated groups.

And, thus, it continued for years. Six, to be exact. Until I got a message from my guide about a group called “Dragons of Time.” I did not think much of that. Many groups give themselves names to hide their true identity. It is a common practice in my line of work. What was not common about that message was their request to meet in me person.

At first, I was tempted to turn down the job. It has been six years since my “customers” have physically seen me, especially since that last “customer” died by my hands. Then, I looked at the pay. Five million dollars, which was standard pay for my skills, and a scroll of an ancient technique from my style of “art”, which was not standard in any way. I was very curious, and accepted.

To this day, I still do not know if it was a wise choice or a foolish act, but I do know that my life has changed in many ways.


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Part 2: The Meeting

If you liked it, gimme a yell, and I'll write more. If it's as bad as I think it is, I won't waste my time on trying to better my skills as a writer-wannabe.

There was definitely more than 8... I counted 11 when I started seeing them. Don't know how long it lasted before I noticed. It lasted for about 4 minutes, and then stopped. The last "meteor" fell somewhere near the Train station. My flying friend went to check out the source of the "meteors". He told me that he saw a large object at the highest point he could get to, but it disappeared before he could get a better view.

on Infinity: I was running through Skyway and I saw meteors fall from the sky. They all originated from one spot, but went in random directions. When I got to where one of them fell, there was nothing there.

Is this a prelude? do_0b