User:Nextoy/Dissidia Alto/Forces of Discord

The infinite cycle of war. Many are caught in it, in one form or another, as it devastates the universe. Conflict and strife rage throughout, unfettered by those who stand to end it. As the physical manifestation of that cycle I would know better than all else. That fool may not understand the situation he and I are caught in, but I know better than anyone else that such a war cannot be escaped.

However, even though we chased each other through the world, it all came back to where it first began.

As I got up and looked around, at first I thought that this was merely the shrine from my home world. However, something was amiss. It looked more decrepit and fragile than I remembered. Then I saw the others lying upon the floor, and I knew that the Dissidia was not yet done with us.

“It seems someone else has awoken.” I heard a feminine voice call out. Looking over I saw a robed figure leaning against the wall, her hood covering her face.

“Usually I’m the first to arise, and yet here you are.” I called back, walking towards her.

“I’m used to the dark. Sleep does not keep me for long, and neither will this cage I’ve been put in.” She explained, a black cloud floating beneath her robes.

“So you are aware, then.” I speculated, looking back to the others.

“As a marionette bred for war I know a gathering of soldiers when I see it. And yet something about you gives me the feeling that you are the same way.” She replied, her eyes shining at a soft amber glow as she gazed to me from beneath her hood.

“You are a good judge of character. However I think we both know what may happen if the full truth was known to the others.” I explained, worry growing under my helm. If she could see right through me, even after having just woken up, then what else could she find out?

She nodded in response, following with; “Agreed. There’s no need to make the other peons panic just yet.” I took my place back on the throne of the old shrine, scanning across my new allies. I didn’t expect any of my former companions to return, nor did I want them to. That said, I could already tell that some members of this group would be trouble if left on their own for too long.

Out of them I noticed a wolfman, a swordsman, some kind of barbarian, and two other mages. I was thankful that we were not as filled with magic-dependant warriors this time around, but instead a bit worried that we may have a lack of them. I hadn’t a way of knowing what kind of magic they used, just that they emitted a power that most others could not see.

Finally, however, they started to awaken. One by one each of them climbed up onto their feet, groggy and confused. Save, of course, for one.

“Where has that witch Destiny brought me now?” One of the mages asked. Like the lady in the back he too was robbed, but his was browned and embroidered by an emblem upon both his chest and back and had silver trimming along his sleeves and bottom; unlike her flat, black cloth.

“Like it matters.” The wolfman spoke, “All I care about is getting the fuck out of here.” He looked around, balling up his hands in a way so that his claws wouldn’t pierce his skin.

“Well returning to your homes will be quite easy.” I spoke, standing up from the throne. “All we need to do is just take out the one holding you here.”

“Tell me where he is and I’ll crunch his face off!” The wolfman replied, stepping forward.

“Cosmos, Goddess of Harmony. When you leave this place and enter the main world you’ll see a tower. She resides there.” I explain, with the wolfman starting to walk off. “However, it will not be that easy. She has summoned soldiers, all of equal power to us, to hinder our paths.”

“The more I get to kill the better!” The barbarian spoke, gripping onto his axe.

“That is not all. There are also manikins, crystallized version of every warrior who have crossed these lands, that stand between us and them.”

“And how are they an issue?” The robbed man spoke, looking over to me.

“Simple: they also possess the powers of those they mimic, as well as a mindset centered around using those powers in pure, unadulterated brutality.” I reply.

“Like I said, the more for me to kill the better! Barbarus cannot be copied by some overgrown shards of glass!” The barbarian spoke, laughing as he and the wolfman walked out of the shrine.

“There’s no need for a tool to sit idly in it’s box.” The girl mentioned as she left, followed by most of the others. However, one of them remained. A swordsman dressed in leather armor and decorative cloth seemed to murmur to himself.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, walking past him.

“A sign, sir. A sign as to why I was caught up with this lot.” He replied, walking alongside me.

“You needn’t worry about them.” I assured. “Just do what needs to be done.” As I walked off I could feel him glaring at me. Soon he’d see his sign, though. After all, it is to be a long and bloody war.