Two figures stand on a rock formation. Approaching them is a dark army, they move with those you-wont-beat-us strides. The two on the rock formation in front of me look at each other, then they both began to glow. They both turned to me and smiled a gentle don't-worry-young-one. Then they jumped off the formation; they went into the army fighting.

I heard cries of many a man dying. I moved to the edge of the rock formation. I collapse shortly after reaching the edge; my right leg was badly injured by one of the army. I watched my two comrades fight.

"You fought with them once my child and you shall fight with them again." A strong-gentle-father-figure's voice speaks as a warm feeling came over my right leg. I stood, turned to try and see who helped me. There was no one there. I quickly joined the others on the field. The two stood one on either side.

" My lord the trio…the trio has appeared." One of the soldiers cried. A dark figure appeared in the distance. The three moved as one towards the dark figure.

"My lord." Countless creature yelled as the trio of scorers slaughtered them.

The trio reached the rocky out crop. They looked between each other; each had a heartless, passive look on their faces.

I reached up and untied my heavy pure cotton cloak. It slides off my shoulders onto the ground. The base of my light purple gown fluttered as my cloak hit the ground. I looked about at all the carnage and deviation, then to my comrades. They had done the same. They stood staffs in hand and eyes locked on the dark figure in front of us. I called my staff to me as I seethe my sword. The staff flew through the air landing softly in my out stretched hand. I lowered my hand the second I felt the staff in it. My comrades looked towards me and I at them.

We all moved in three separate directions. One went left, one went right, and I charged straight towards the dark figure. The dark figure lifted his dark, black oak staff, and pointed it towards me.