Silas opened his eyes but it made no difference. He lay in stark, unfeeling darkness - a cold, locationless place.

For a moment he believed himself to be blind. There was no way to refute such a thought. He could not even see his hand in front of his face.

He sighed. If he was blind, it mattered not. There was little for him to see anyway.

Whether he was blind or not, where was he?

His body was strewn straight on the cold smoothness of stone. He carefully felt around with his hand - the one remaining - and soon discovered he was simply encased in hard, immovable granite.

He sighed. If it could not get any worse.

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...The world had plunged into darkness. Everyone, everything, was dead.

And yet, he lived. Somehow, he and his most faithful companion had survived even as the earth had dissolved into acid rain and black mud.

Or were they dead? He could only think as much, a single rider wandering a lone ghost in this forsaken abyss...


Important Terms, Names, Spellings, ect

(The) Rider

Aura, also referred to as the
Witch of Faraway

Melanion, also referred to as the
Knight of Shadow or the
King of Darkness

Sword of Syv'Awendale or the
Sword of Silver Light

The Last Souls

updated Jul 14 '11 by ZillaGirl