The Outer World
(part one)
by Himitsu-san

The outer world, the world beyondthe pyramid of force keeping in the heroes of light, spanning as far as the eyes can see. In the norther part of this world lies a vast arctic desert that holds many secrets. Out of a glacier in this frozen land appears a strange figure, a figure older than many trees in this world. This tall, muscular being is dressed in armor forged from the hides of dragons, wielding blades of gem, a magical leather bag of holding and a cloak shrouding his long white hair and the rest of his appearance, one that could make even a dragon's blood run cold. He moves out of this frozen wasteland, searching. What this being searches for even he does not know, it could be for answers, for adventure, even for the end of the world, but no one really knows. He walks at a constant pace despite the load he carries or even the terrain, constantly moving forward. As the being moves the land changes, huge northern glaciers change to mountains, and the mountains change to dunes of sand. The wind blows hard, covering his trail as he moves through the arid land, yet he does not sweat, he does not even stop for water. Time passes fast, minutes into hours, hours into months, months into years, until finally he comes to a new terrain, civilization. The being first sees it in the distance, a huge cast made from stone, with huge wooden doors marking the passageway inward. The castle was impressive, thirty-foot stone walls with parapets and thirteen different towers in between the twenty-five mile courtyard filled with various shops and homes. There is a single human guarding this passage and he is terrified as he looks at the being that is dressed for battle. The human called to him at first, but the being did not answer. For you see this warrior came from the north a clean slate, knowing nothing, the instincts he can act upon are drawn from his past, the past he does not know. As the being approached the gate, the human panicked and started praying in a language the being did not recognize. When an attack came from the archer hidden on the parapet above the being did not even change expression. The being caught the flying arrow in the air with one hand, then flipped the arrow around and threw it through the archer's head. Just as the corpse fell, the guard blindly swung his sword at the being's head, only to have his sword scooped up and run through his body from the groin up. The guard's corpse hit the ground at the same times as the archer's. All of a sudden, a huge stone slab came down to black to the door. This was a difficult obstacle for a normal man, but the being was not a normal man with the guard's long sword in hand. The being looked at the wall for a few seconds, then sank into the earth bellow and reappeared in an instant on the other side. There were thirty armed knights with various weapons on the other side nerously waiting to fight with this mysterious being. The first knight dashed at the being with the courage of a lion it seemed, swinging his hand axe at the being. However, when the axe was caught in mid-swing and used to decapitate its wielder, the courage drained from the knight's face and onto the ground. After flipping the axe around to grab the handle, the being walked forward as the rest of the knights came at him. Spinning, swinging the weapons in front of him after every swing at him, after every step forward, another guard would fall, either from a stab to the stomach or by decapitation. As he progressed the being noticed his victim's bodies lying on the ground, yet he never changed stride or expression. The last guard saw his allies die before his eyes and suddenly dropped his sword as the shrouded being stood next to him, the man was frightened, but was amazed aswell, the being did not even look at him, he just walked away. As he walked fromt he gruesome battle, the being held the taken axe and sword with his left hand and continued across towards the other end of the courtyard, this would take a long time, but the being did not car, he just continued down the streets filled with people running for their lives. After about a mile the being encountered something else, a young girl in a white uniform with a pink trim and pentagrams in gems on the wrists and shoulders, houlding out her finger with a smiley face on it. She looked at the being and began to preform bizarre gestures and shouted in a language the being could not understand. The girl went on for a time, but the being didn't stop, even when the girl blocked his way, the being stepped aside. After a bit, the girl that the being had left behind him picked up a rock and threw it at the being, The being caught the rock in mid flight and promptly threw it on the ground and went on his way. Words he didn't understand followed and the being turned around to see the girl's fists surrounded by a ball of light, with the word, "justice" in the center of them. The girl went on ranting for a minute and then made a mad dash towards the being, with three great punches. At first the being did not move then quickly dodged all three, grabbed the girl's bust and tossed her over his shoulder. The being continued his path across the town until he came to an opening with a huge faceoff going on. On one side there is a foz in leathers, with an eye patch, along side a hige green humanoid beast with one scarred eye. The other end, however had more interesting players, a man in white trousers, white cape with a broadsword in his hands, blue skin covered by attached stones. Behind him stood a blond man in blue half plate and padded armor, wielding a huge two-handed sword. In the midst of the fray was a young woman in a pink dress under a white minicape, she seemed to be yelling at the fox in the same bizarre language. There also stood the girl in white from before, but abover her, sitting on the roof of a house was a min with a purple bowl cut head of hair, wearing black braies, yellow shirt and a black cape, this one was especially odd because not only did he never open his eyes, he did something never heard of in years, when he spoke , the being understood. "Oh you must be the one responsible for that slaughter back there." The man spoke almost telepathically across the great gap, the bowl cut man thought for a moment and turned to the womar in pink, "Hey Filia, I think that is someone you know!" The woman turned in anger to look towards the direction of the being and almost immediately, the colour drained from her face. After that, the woman stood in awe, almost fear, as she stared at the being in the tattered shroud, then someone new came to the group of people. Next to the woman in pink stood a young woman in a skintight crimson body suit, with a cape and a set of golden underwear over the bodysuit along with a dagger on her belt. The womar's figure wasn't must to look at, she was a stick. At that moment, the being looked at the woman in red and concentrated on the face, he knew he hadn't seen her before yet somehow he knew her. There was something about this woman that attracted the being, as he thought about it he concentrated more and more on her, until there was something new. The being was not seeing the current world anymore, he was traveling back to another time and place, far away, during which, the being stood looking at the face of the girl in red, for the body changed, but the face stayed the same. She was now in leather over chain mail, screaming an crying at the same time, as though she watched a loved on die before her eyes. The being was suddenly awakened by something he hadn't noticed, a smell very familiar to him, the smell of pray. His eyes now back in the real world looked for the source of the smell and found it, the woman in pink, with a golden tail wrapped in a pink bow going out the bottom of her dress. For a second the being analysed this target and then spoke a single word as he stepped forward and drew his gem blade, "Draco!"