Ever since my old Laptop's motherboard died at the hands of December 25th, I've been kind of disconnected from SK, and some things have changed: Nick left the dev team, Radiants are back and the Tortodrone has risen from the grave. In the time that I've been gone I've written a fanfic, and for the kind of person I am that's kinda surprising. From the lore that I've read in the game, I've find of gotten this picture of cradle where the surface is similar to the clockworks (i.e. the surface changes and sinks back into the clockworks at random intervals). If I've got that wrong yell at me all you like. :P
I've gone through and edited a few times, and I've found errors every time I did, so I won't be going over the nit-picky stuffs.

TL;DR: I've been away for a while and I've come back with a fanfic.

BUT ANYWAYZ, ON TO THE FANFIC also stuff in parentheses are little notes (but there's only one lol).

They chose me. Why would they do that when I haven’t even been promoted to the highest rank? They were congratulating me, telling me that I should be proud to go on this adventure. I’m a great fighter, but I was worried about what I would find. Feron saw me off,

“Well Dermog, be safe out there, we still have no idea what you might encounter…”

I gave a salute.

“Investigate the newly discovered immobile area on cradle’s surface, and report back. I’ll get this done ASAP Commander”

I said as I turned to go, he chuckled quietly, most likely proud of his soldiers.
A few knights saw me off, but the majority had more important things to do. As I walked I thought about many different things. Why did they send me alone? What was I going to find? How far was this place?

“As they say, only time will tell.” I said to myself. The path I took lead me back to the rescue camp, and it was far from deserted, as I entered, the Warden looked at me, obviously wondering what I was doing back at the rescue camp, but he didn’t stop me.
Some of the knights who were still at the rescue camp were here to find more survivors of the Skylark crash. I was surprised, because the Isora came to Cradle almost three years ago, yet there are still survivors who haven’t been found, and some of the knights that were still here were quite young. As I came to my old escape pod I checked it to see if I had left anything inside.

There was a small wooden box that I didn’t remember leaving there, and inside was some sort of blueprint for a weapon.
As I continued on my journey, I saw a small wooden sign on the side of the road with many intricate symbols and patterns. I can recognize many different languages, but this one stumped me. Cradle is made up of many different worlds, but down in the Clockworks it’s all the same, hardly any variety, though on the surface there’s so much more to it, hundreds of different animals and monsters. That’s something you won’t see in the Clockworks.

Days passed, and rations depleted, I had no idea if I would make it. I passed through scorching deserts and icy tundras, and after every day of traveling through such harsh conditions, I started to write descriptions of what happened:
Week 3, day 4: I have no idea how large this arctic plain is, and I only have about a week’s worth of food and water. If I do not survive, and you are somehow reading this, take the small wooden box that I have and create the weapon from the blueprints inside. I found it inside my old escape pod, and it might be of use.

After a few more days of traveling I came across a large building. It looked nothing like Haven, and it was similar to a modern human structure.

“Did I survive?” I thought as I approached the building.

I saw that the building was similar to a military base, and it had the works: Turrets, security cameras, barbed wire on top of huge stone wall. Getting over the wall was easy, but it was somewhat difficult to sneak past the cameras. When I got to the front door I noticed that there wasn’t any security in the entrance
"Who’s the idiot who thought that was a good idea?” I thought, walking inside.

No one was in the main entrance, but there were voices from a room down the hall.
“You can’t expect us to find more info on his current location if he hasn’t been in our presence for over a decade,” said the voice of an elderly man,

“I know that professor, but I am positive that he has been residing on this planet for quite some time. He must return to Earth, the rest of the gods need him.”

“Gods? What are they talking about?” I thought as I moved on.

After sneaking around for a bit I came to a work station with guns on a shelf. But these guns weren’t the kind that the Spiral Order used; they were Human weapons, many different automatic guns that I didn’t recognize, but I knew what they were. Humans haven’t found any alien life, but the rest of the universe still considers them a threat. Grabbing two handguns, I continued walking.
I came to a dark room, and walked into the middle. I knew that there were enemies in the shadows, then the lights turned on, and I was surrounded by Humans.

“So when did you acquire the technology for space travel?” I asked, “Last time I checked, it was 2014.”

A tall and very gruff looking human stepped out from between two other people.

“That’s none of your business freak; we have orders to capture any intelligent life we find. And it looks like you’ll be our first test subject,”
He said, as they all pointed their guns at me, and that’s when I activated my gauntlets. Electricity sparked from my hands, and I commanded it to the humans with their guns to my back; they fired in all sorts of directions due to the electricity, but none of the bullets hit me. I jumped up and shot electricity down at them. As I landed I charged the leader, fired a few shots at the other Humans, swung my leg up to disarm the leader, and spun back around to put my guns in his face.

“That was exciting,” I said. “But I was expecting a more-“

Something moved behind me, pain shot up my spine, and everything went black.

“You mean to tell me that you KILLED him?” says a voice, “I thought you knew who he was.”

“Sorry Ma’am, I had to, he disabled an entire unit, and he was about to kill the General-“

“You think that the life of one man matters more than a God’s!?” I hear a gunshot, something falls to the floor. “Professor! How is he!?”

”I need quiet to be able to do this Ma’am, so refrain from shooting our soldiers. Please.”

I recognize the voice. I overheard his conversation earlier. I hear him sigh, “Well it seems that he IS alive, and that you did NOT have to shoot an innocent man. But now all we need to do is wait for him to regain consciousness. Then we can help him remember who he is.”

I do not need any help remembering. From the days I have spent recovering, I hear souls pestering me.

“Will you release Him? Can He go free?”

There are many souls wishing for another’s release, many are loyal soldiers and generals who wish for their king or lord to be freed from the Underworld. Many of them are despicable creatures, who ordered thousands murdered. No soul will stay in the Underworld forever, and those who are evil stay and learn their lesson.

“Ah, it seems that he is awake.” I hear as I step down from the doctors table. “Are you all right my lord?”

“Yes.” I say. And at that moment I understand what the sign on the side of the road said. ‘Ichor, King of gods. The representation of good and evil. The Unspoken, the God without lore. We welcome you back to the world and we are happy to know that you will return to earth soon. When you read this you will most likely not understand it. But when you reawaken you will remember the language.’

My new form is similar to that of an angel’s but as I represent good and evil, my left side is divine, and my right is hellish. I have bandages covering all of my face but my eyes. My left eye is a blinding white, and my right eye is a blood red (I don’t really have any idea what his clothing would look like, so you people can have your own ideas about it).

I am no longer an Isorian, so I now have no place among them.
“I must tell them what happened,” I say to the professor,

“Are you sure that is a good idea my lord?” he replies.

I say nothing as I leave the base, starting on the long journey for the second time. As I approach the entrance to Haven, I disguise myself as I once was. Some knights look at me as I walk past them, some ask me what happened, I ignore them as I walk straight to Commander Feron.

“So,” I say, “You intended to kill me. I honestly find that amusing,”

“Do not think that we do not know who you are,” he says, “You have been a very large threat to us, Ichor.”

I let out a small chuckle as I take my true form
“I simply wish to show you who is stronger, so I shall not kill anyone.”

As I say it, Feron pushes a button that sets off a siren. Knights file into the arcade, bearing arms.
I let out a sigh as I summon my weapons. You will never grasp the true form of them, they are both holy and unholy, opposites existing in harmony, Yin and Yang. Three knights charge me, as I calmly bat them aside and advance toward the crowd.

“I am Life, I am Death," I say as I spread my wings, knocking unconscious as many knights as possible. Gunfire and explosives fly toward me, yet few projectiles find their mark, then I come to a knight with a Divine Avenger.

“It seems that this will be an actual sword fight,” I say, as I command my weapons into a sword and charge at him. He holds his shield to block my attacks, and I give him a small opening, as he swings his blade I put mine against it, quickly sliding it forward to rest my blade at his throat. Everything is still, nothing moves, nobody says anything,

“We are done here. I do not wish to kill any of you. So I take my leave.” As I walk toward the exit, I stop at the door.

“Be warned. The Morai are among you, and they have been since the Skylark crashed.” With that, I spread my wings and fly back to the military base.

Cradle, 100 years later

In the one hundred years that I have waited with the Humans, I have decided to help the Isora. All they want is to return to their homeland, and take back what they lost.

“Sir, the ship is here.” says a soldier,

“I know child,” I say, “But I shall not be coming with you,” As I say it, the soldier looks surprised,

“You mean to say that you are staying here? But what will the other gods think?”

I let out a sigh “They will manage without me, as they have for over a century. I wish to stay with the Isora, to help them reclaim their home planet, to see them to victory.”
“You have your own life to think about, do not worry about me,” I say as I hand him a small wooden box.

“Give this to Zeus, and tell him that it shall make every human and god forget about me. It is for the best that no one remembers anything of my existence if I am not there.” I turn away and fly to Haven, leaving the Earth behind.

The end and stuff.