• Crystalline The First Jump




    Prologue

    The bellowing wind blew strong against his eardrums as he stood upon the very top of the dull black painted building. The windows reflecting the diluted moon light, looking over the old ruined battlefield flags billowing in the wind while snapped spears swing in the breeze, Swords and shields laying on the field, the bodies littering the already blood covered floor, fires still burning. A explosion goes off nearby as one of the infestructure buildings callapse from the destruction. As the time hits midnight the moon goes out and darkness reins once again. The wind picks up blowing the cloak to the right crumpling from the sound, the blood tainted black slowly drips from his arm again as the darkness begins to take host on the arm. The cuts on his forehead stop bleeding as the wind dyes down and his red hair returns to its old position covering the dark orange eyes.
    "Perhaps they knew......The reason why I...I had to wipe myself from their memories....forever" He whispered under his breath as the breeze catch the words and blows them away into the ever darkenning world.
    "To save them I had to do so please forgive me" Holding his hand up covering the one star that shined brightly illuminating the battlefield once more.
    Finally he began to move taking a step forward then another until he stands at the edge of the building the wind blowing up with extreme speed blowing his hair straight up into the air. The building structure exploded and began to collapse but nothing moved him from the edge of as he started to fall.
    Sudden and swift he ripped off his cloak revealing his gigantic katana sheath perched on his back and a bizzarre black box with bat wings attached to the side of his belt. Quickly he grabbed the box opening the top revealing the a sharp shard pointing upwards and two curves on either side. Without any consideration he grabbed the sharp edge as it cut his hand blood dripping upwards onto his face as he fell fast. Clutching tightly to the shard he threw it into the air but instead of just a shard a handle followed a long handle and then at the other end a gigantic curve. The spike was the end of a staff, Throwing it into the air as he fell to fast for it too come back down to him, with speed he walked up the edge as it began to tip downwards then crumple and dissapear as it hit the ground. Finally a gigantic explosion as the final brick hit the ground. But the mysterious person was nowhere to be found as he was presently standing on Earth somewhere in the West Midlands near a college where this story had began 2 years ago...
    Walking into the college nothing seemed to have changed from the last time he had come here, except the fact that noone remembered him offcourse, then he arrived at the door 'V-5'. As he touched the rectangular door memorys flooded back from the innocent days, all the way up to the time when .............. Standing there dully with his hand on the door he seemed confused as he tryed to remember the memory...It appeared to have left him after all of what had occured. Shrugging lightly as though the memory didnt count he slid the door open violantly.

    Standing in the doorway he looked into the classroom where the teacher-less class had been messing about, but now there lingered a silence, an ear piercing silence, the sort of silence that feels like you can hear the lightest bit of wind, a silence that asks you who you are in a violent way. A silence that says to you that you dont belong and your out of place.
    Looking around into other peoples eyes he stepped into the room. Everyone continued to stare at the weird man. one of these starers was called Elijah who had known the boy for all his life, but now there was no memory, nothing, no information in the vast knowledge of the brain. The brain of this person and 7 others in that room had memorys of the battle that he had been standing in. 7 of them had memorys of a adventure in another world but had kept it secret... 7 of these people were all missing great big holes in the canvas memory, 7 big holes that were impossible to fill in.

    As he looked into each of these 7's eyes he knew each one like a brother, due to the emotion of not being remembered, tears began to well in his eyes, turning violently he left the room, the silence followed him down the eery and empty hallways outside down the path and into the street.

    There he stood around the corner of an ally, crying, crying as he had realised what he had done, what he had lost to save his friends. He had lost himself in there eyes, to them he was nothing more than a queer boy with red hair and wacky orange eyes. Looking into the sky as the tears rolled down his cheeks, finally the cold begins to sting his skin... Remembering to how this had all begun, all that time ago at the beggining when he stood on that path facing the river.........