In a cavern deep below the surface of the earth in the Andes mountain range we find a woman of evil and unimaginable power levitates, her mind focused straight ahead, her eyes narrowed to a point as gazes upon the glowing orb before her. The woman is tale with pale skin that seems to suggest that she has not seen the light for a long time. Her eyes are a frightening feature as they are pupilless orbs of darkness that seem to stare into a very being’s soul. The black dress she wears is tattered in many places and flows in the wind created by the energy she is putting forth. Her jet-black hair flies in individual strands around her head in a near halo-like appearance. This however is not the type of being that would wear such a halo. A magenta aura of energy issues forth from her body encasing her and the orb in its envelope of power, linking the two beings minds together as one. We could delve into her mind to learn more as well as her name but if we were delve into this mind...it may well drive us mad.

Is it yet time, my love? She asks in her own language. To a mortal ear, it would sound like the sick cackling of some strange breed of demented rooster, but this is the language of the dead, the unformed, made before men walked the planet and used by those who wish man‘s destruction.

The orb pulses, its light illuminating the otherwise dark, moss coated cavern with a glow that suggests great power lie just behind its barriers. From it shoot off a series of sparks that could singe the skin off of the most powerful golem, yet the dark woman does not flinch.

... Yes... it is right. The bearer of the daggers has returned to this world. It is their power that you seek, my love?

Floating towards her, it begins to make soft chirping noises similar to a cricket in ecstasy. The witch leans forward into the light of the orb in order to caress it with one pale wrinkled hand. The sharp and extended fingernails of her hand scratch lovingly across the orb’s surface causing it to chirp once more in response.

From far away, village folk heard inhuman screaming and believed it to be another earthquake in the works, the type of which had plagued them so in the last few years. If they had only known what we now know... they may well have killed themselves where they stood.

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Perhaps it is time we left this disturbing scene and made our way to a much more secluded place. We should make acquaintances with a man that will have much to do with what is to come. It is a bit of a trip but we need not to travel by the conventional means of man and we are there with a mere thought. Greenland this place was once called long ago and the particular place we are currently was known as Barbados.

Before us is what appears to be some type of small fortress constructed of stone and wood. Rather simple but with closer inspection we can see why no one has yet to breach its barriers. Crisscrossed across the surfaces of the structure are ancient runes. These in particular are the runes of protection. A powerful spell indeed, but who could possibly wield such power in days such as these? Sliding through a small crack in between stones like the mist that we are we can finally greet the man we came to see.

From a portal deep within, a figure emerges. A dark-haired, Latin woman of whom we have already made acquaintance greets him as he exits. At the mere site of the man we can see that our lady friend's smile has broadened to absorb her entire face. With the smoking residue of the portal still rising off of his skin and into the air above him the man rises from his half kneeling position. He is of a tall and muscular build and obviously of African decent by the dark skin tone of his body and jet black hair. His eyes are a dark black that still manage to shine with a brilliance that suggests a man who has lived long and hard despite his appearance of being a possible twenty-five. He wears a navy blue shirt covered by a black jacket that sheaths two daggers, one on each side. On his belt sheaths a third. We must remember to learn more about these weapons in the future as we continue our examination. The said belt holds up a pair of loose fitting navy blue gi that hang slightly over a pair of jet black boots.

"Tryangle! You're back!" Analisa’s voice echoes throughout the large complex as Tryangle simply smiles back thinking of just how long it has been since he last saw home. Tryangle steps forward to hug Analisa but soon finds himself tackled to the ground by a small shape we also recognize.

"Oof!... Rosa...I can’t breath...let go...eyesight...fading.....” Rosa seems oblivious with the innocence only a child of six could produce to the fact she has nearly choked her friend to death in her happiness of seeing him again. She eventually lets go confused at why Tryangle’s face has turned an unusual shade of blue.

Tryangle finally regains his composure as well as his breath and offers the pair a bright smile. "Analisa, your daughter is as lively as ever." Analisa can only smile in response as she tries her hardest not to laugh at the fact that Tryangle, one of the greatest fighters the world has ever seen, has just been bested by a six year old girl.

The pair now turned trio walks out of the large castle doors uninhibited as the runes glow with acceptance at their passage. Entering the bright sunlight of the outside world Tryangle has to smile once again as he breaths in the fresh air of his homeland once more. It is times like these he will have to remember as we well know things will not be peaceful for much longer.

Author’s Note: So the circle closes. Well, not completely we still have a few other characters to be introduced but they will make their respective appearances throughout the story. As always please feel free to read and review. In the next chapter you can catch some notes on the characters and the origin of The Legend Keystone. So until next time, Momentai.