Welcome to the sadly twisted and monstrously poetic world of Verve’s Twilight. I’m sure that no one cares that this is my first fan-fic and I’ve never been partial to long authors note’s in the beginning of a fic’ so I’ll just let you dive right into…

The Symmetry of Good and Evil

by Verve’s Twilight

Part 1: As Time Goes By…

A golden sun set below the waves of the sea. The sky became painted with the color of cherry blossoms in the spring. A chilled wind raced through the cemetery, chasing the last of falls leaves from the graves. On the hill, over looking the sea, a group of mourners stood silently over the empty grave of a lost friend. Mia set her hand on the cold stone of the tablet.

“Sleep well Anubis.” She withdrew her now shaking hand to a fist at her heart, but after a second glance at the headstone of the man who had saved her life Mia’s tears lost their containment. She fell, sobbing, against Ryo. He wrapped one arm around her firmly and kissed the top of her head.

“He will be with us. We will always feel this loss.” He placed an understanding hand on the sobbing Sekmet kneeling in front of him. The other eight warriors nodded at his words in silent agreement. Not only would they miss the man they knew as Anubis, but also, they felt emptiness in their souls that was a lingering smoky veil. Ryo swept his gazed across the mourning company. His eyes rested on the sight of four former warlords who knelt at the head of the grave. They were changed; their souls now clean of the evil they once knew. Next to Sekmet, rested Kayura. Her lips moved silently, Ryo caught a few words of silent apology. Her brow creased, as her eyes became stormy and clouded, she continued to talk to herself with at a quicker pace. The warlord next to her took no notice of her strange actions; instead Dias rested his head on his knee and serenely considered the stone before him. Cale seemed more interested in his surroundings. He looked from trees to tree, and fingered the blades of grass that grew around him. He looked at each Ronin and gave a weak smile that shadowed his grief filled eyes.

Cye stood next to Ryo, in still repose. Nothing played across his face as he steadily stared at the grave. Then, with a loud sniff, Ryo saw Kento clumsily wipe his sleeve across his face. Stationed slightly behind Cye, Kento stood noisily crying. The big guy had a soft side. He’s like a big, deformed, teddy bear, Ryo thought. Sage was in front of the other Ronins with his eyes towards the sky, he seemed to be consulting the clouds in quiet agony. His hair feel back over his eye as he looked toward Rowen. The boy had placed a hand on Sage’s shoulder and gave him an understanding nod when Sage had looked at him. Finally, Ryo looked down towards the earth and watched a confused Yuli and a noble Whiteblaze consulting the tomb in front of them. Poor Yuli, Ryo thought, He doesn’t understand death yet. For him, Anubis is just on vacation somewhere. Ryo gave a final look at Anubis’s, no, his friend’s grave. He dried his eyes and let go of a now steadier Mia.

“It’s time to go.” White blaze took a bouquet of marigolds from Yuli’s hands with his mouth. He carefully set them in front of the tomb, and with a respectful huff looked up to Ryo then lead the group off the hill. As the party left the last brilliant flashes of day light threw their brilliance, and then light was gone. In the night a figure approached the grave and stood straight, hands crossed infront of him. A bitter night’s wind arose and traced itself through his long hair and bite harshly at his ears. He slowly reached into the top buttonhole of his immaculately tailored suit jacket and withdrew a red flower. He tossed it into the pile of other flowers that shifted slightly at the sudden addition. He looked up to the newly risen moon, and the light met an empty and emotionless face. After all, how was one supposed to feel when paying respects to yourself?

The golden walls of shimmering light exploded in her senses. The peaceful silence was destroyed as she felt the wonderful vertigo of freedom. She stretched each of her limbs out to their threshold as she felt the beauty of movement, once again. Her chains had been freed and her bonds broken.

The prophecy had been true, she had no doubt of that, but the millions of years locked in the deepest smallest space of the nether realm had wore at her hope, leaving room for the chilled fingers of speculation and doubt to creep into her mind’s cervices.

Her spine straightened and her eyes opened slowly. Two irises shown a bright gold then they flashed to brilliant silver. Finally greens and blues washed themselves over the colors only stopping after she had blinked once. Her powers where awake again.

Talpa and his minions are fallen; her thoughts blended with sudden realization, the foretold ones have returned! This wrapped warmly around her and heated her very soul. She was free again! Her legend would live on.

What happened here? Could five warriors caused so much destruction? She landed lightly on the gray; empty planes of the desolate neither world. Cold wind that wasn’t there began to dace around her and bite at her fingertips. She frowned heavily and her eyebrows knotted together. She had been asleep for so many years, but had never dreamt of such final end and utter apocalypse to fall over this plane.

But, she reminded herself; there is always a beginning in the shadows of the endings.

Crouching to the ground, her fingers grazed the colorless land. One diamond edged tear feel from her face, shattering on the ground. Where in landed there was a brief flash of green that the empty realm quickly consumed by the life hungry grayness. A smile painted itself across her face. Green, she stood and looked to the black and white sky, The color of hope. An immediate flash of muscle and strike of dark cloth bolted into the air as she sent herself twisting into the sky. As feathers and glittering energy flew around her body she became static, and faded into another dimension.