(( Before I start, I need to remind you that this is a media for me to learn, thus will not be as good as others writing. Feel free to criticize it. So thats that, let's get to the story. ))

The blood red eyes
And the pitch black lies
Here I am breathing
Surrounded by twisted cries

My life has been a hourglass
With little grains to last
Should I have fought?
But I'm all but tough

They are the symphony of death
The orchestra of wrath
Even worse than a bloodbath
Never let it echo in your head

It's almost funny my fate
Fighting againts the undefeated
I have become a prey for it to slay
I have played the role I need to play
So today marks the end of my journey

I closed my notebook. Most knights have a journal- not for me. This list of poem is my pride and joy, even when death is waiting. Speak of the devil, Death is already here. My gaze turned into a solid jet black mass, the creatures of the nightmare– the so called swarm. Like a snake it slithered, waiting to swallow me whole in total darkness. But why? It hasn't reached me, yet why does my heart feels so empty?

Figures of knights leaped from inside the dark clouds. I can feel tears in my eyes, their face is really familliar, they are the very same person who shared tears and laugh with me– used to be. With all strength I had left, I found myself crawling to the edge of the massive level platform. I feel like screaming, tearing my own guts out, or even going insane. How could anyone not be? To have everyone they care about masscared infront of your eyes.

Sad and confused, I pulled a nitronome out of my vog cub coat, thingking to end my life here. The alpha squad maybe felt this despair too once– but at least they still got each other. "Why must you be so cruel to a fragile creature like me.." Words spewed out of my lips, barely audible. I charged the bomb.

A good death, one might even say heroic I thought to myself, over and over again.

Just as the charge is compleated, a brilliant blue light carved its way up, and it reached my broken soul. The core is open! And it is not pleasing the swarm. All of the black 'corpse' leaped for me. They grabed, bit, and even clawed my limbs. Crap. The nitronome is ejected from my grip.

And it exploded. Boy, it does explode. Everything in a 5 meter radius is knocked back– Including the desperate knight. But it doesn't kill me. I felt realived and disapointed at once. The explosion knocked me back into the abyss. It seems I am about to meet the alpha squad. Breeze of mistic wind greeted my skin, and mist energy is overflowing my armor. As crimson blood poured as i was falling, beneath is a sea of sapphire.

Maybe my journey isn't meant to end yet. Maybe I still have to carve my story. The Notebook I have been holding all these time was throwed to the air. I lost my consciousness, and my body is swallowed not by shadow, but by light.

(( And that ends the prolog. ))