DEATH KNIGHT

WRITER: TIME GUARDIAN

Chapter one Return

Prologue black tide

All in eyes is an endless prairie. Spring come quietliy to the land which is blessed to the goddess of Lucy Davis. The green which is eyes catching spread to the end of what we can see. The beautifull color must be have life. It is spreading and stretching with the spring wind’s caress. Even the cold air becomes tender with the grass’s hands.

The raging rivers is running to the far away fuzzy horizon. Its sky blue trunk is tortuous which takes all the sky to his chest.

All this is looking like the beauty of the painting.

“beautifull Irazya(the land of the world) !” the watcher standing at the cliff whispers, whose water eyes projects the whole prairie.

“finally, I am coming back !” heavy tone suppresses the tremble which can’t be fade away. More than that, his handsome face removes the mark of indifference.

The speaker is an knight, a death knight !

Every time the hot wind blowing from his hair must takes off many brilliant ice crystals. The black cloak is flying up and down, looks like a banner symbolizes the death. His armor reflecting the light spreads the air of the Colorth(cold north). The knight’s mount, nightmare, covers with the armor the same. Under the horseshoe of the nightmare, the power of the ice is reaving the green symbolizes the life and extracting all the vitality of the earth. The cold wave spreads around.

Death knight, the living calls, the berserker live base on the firm will as revenge, hanker of power etc. They have a fire soul and cold water eyes.

“A decade passed, Wen dam. But the day occurreds the disaster which alway brands in my heart likes it beacoming at yesterday .” The death knight’eyes burning the water color’s fire as the magma must will be overflow. “Maybe every one forget it but not I ! An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, you will get soon the despair which can burn the soul, as the past I was.” The words in the cold wind likes a sword, roaring and shreding the wind looks like it is his enemy.

“Come on, the knight of the Exiutory(the goddess of the dead)!” the death knight pulling reins and turning back with a big shout.

2.500 high death knights are waiting behind him wordless. The same image of the cloak, the same eyes and flying white hair, the same silver armor and closed bloodless lips. Tyrannical wind comes from colorth blowing violently in the air, the variety dead which be attracted with the power of the soul are rotating round all the knight even forgets the light what they fear about.

“Look, that is the field of the god, shineing dream born and grow on the part. Finally become a lighting palace of the dream. But the light is base on many of the ruins. And we are the owner of the debris of the ruins.” The young leader is wandering the phalanx “But every thing change now. Fate gives we a chance, catch or lost it, depending on the power in the sword griping in our hands. ”

The young leader is lifting the heavy and wide sword in his hand to the sun. Momently the cold blade is cutting the gold light to many filaments.

“there is the place ended our dreams. right now, it is the place of begin and the new calendar borns. ” The leader is pointing his weapons to the far away horizon “we will destroy all the defend of the union of Lucy Davis, open up the way from here to the mountains of yahill. To achieve the dream of Exiutory becomes to be the new god !”

“I can hear your holp in your heart.” The words of death knight become small and more clearly “like you can feel my burning soul too. It is not only our holp but the requirement of the world. Nobody but Exiutroy can make the world breaking the bound of the Lucy Davis,return it to the progress.”

All the knight receiving lecture likes the stone which are all motionless. But the heavry silver armor and the cold body can’t also suppress the shout from the soul. Those firm will as fire is burning their heart. Let the pain of memories flow in their vas. The whole phalanx likes a burning ice-blue sea, the dead are crying and running away in the sea, but at last they have the only way to become the ashes and debris flying away with the wind.

“Can you remember it ? those brand can’t be forgeted.” The speaker shouts “charging! The knight of Exiutory, for the dream of my goddess. ……Also for our shattered memories……”

The leader watches the prairie again. The golden light of the sun describes the black earth and blue sky. The horizon between them hides what he wants to get.

“right, juenir……”the death knight calls the beautifull syllables full with miss. “Can you hear it? Can you see?” The revenge replaces with the lonely, sad and remorse.

The tender and familiar feel flows in his chest. The knight let his left hand on the heart. Although the heart stopped long ago. “I come back now……”

Long silence, the death knight looks up as startled. The action makes many ice crystal flying away form his white hair.

“Everyone follow me.” Leader commands loudly. The nightmare break the silence, shouting and jumping out of the cliff.

The black shadow gets rid of the gravity completely. Running at the surface of the steep cliff. The quickly movement takes strong wind, making the cloak stretching. What makes him as a eagle with a black wings and cold light eyes.

The still phalanx accelerate suddently. Following the leader jump out of the cliff. These skilled riders are flowing over the surface of the cliff. Because of they are too many, the black replaces the color of cliff. Which likes the black waterfall.

A waterfall full of dead and revenge.