Well, this is actually sort of a redo of Darkfire: Kanto. Due to unfortunate circumstances, I lost over half of the fiction, and now I can't find the first half, so here is my recreation of a decent fanfiction... turned hideous! Ah! ... >.> Anyway...

EDIT: I got bored and made a picture/banner.


The Legacy of Darkfire
Prologue : Dark Rising

The sky overhead was black, the ground below was black. All of this darkness, where only the faint twinkle of stars give any hint that there was hope beyond the bleak oblivion. It was an amazing sight to behold, to wonder over, to marvel about. Because the stars were also in the blackness of the ground, pooled in water. One young woman bore witness to the earth and sky merging into one. It was all one thing, a vast, endless existence.

“Is this what life is?” she asked the heavens above. She bowed her head to the earth and sighed. “Eternity is before my eyes,” she whispered to herself. She loved the darkness, though it sent chills through her body. Her heart pounded as if she were being stalked. She could see nothing and it made her feel helpless. It bared her heart and soul, making her feel weak with life, trembling with the knowledge that no one else but the darkness could see the black of her existence. She was one with this bleak night. And it soothed her.

No one answered her soft call, so she turned her face skyward. Of course no one would answer. There was no one to answer. She was different, everyone could see it. It was on her color. The color of her eyes, the color of her hair, the color of her skin. All different. Her father had once said that women would envy her. Her mother had once said men would fear her beauty as much as admire it. They were both dead.

Then, the light came. She watched the rise of the sun, slow and a miracle of life. It separated the heavens from the terra firma, and a red hue that reminded her of fire mixed with blood poured into the sky above. She peeled her lips back in a snarl as she watched the sun rise. The light cast over her flesh, marking her. The sun, the light, were terrible, ugly things. There was no purity, there was no oneness. Everything was horrible and ugly and different.

She turned her back away from the sun and walked away as if to follow the retreating night. The earth and sky still blended together beyond her vision, and when night fell the peace would come again. Until then she would suffer as she did every day. But this day she would bring suffering as well. There was always a give to her take, just to make things equal and fair. She had been given to the darkness when she had been a young child. Now she was a young woman, and she was visible.

She was not very tall at all, and she almost looked fragile. She didn’t look like a toothpick most women her age appeared to be. In fact, she was very strong, but it did not show very well. Her shoulders were broad and filled out from working instead of being slender and slight. Her chest was filled with power with every breath she took, and she took no notice of her cleavage. She rarely dressed to show her breasts, and this morning was no exception.

Her waist was slender, but that was from her constant, hard work. Very little suggested she had any fat on her as all. Training for ten years had compacted her sides, making them slim, and gave her a powerfully fit stomach. She had decent hips, and her thighs were powerful, slim from being toned, but her legs all together were incredible. Her back was arched proudly and her once long hair was now chopped so it descended just past her shoulders. As she neared her first of many destinations, she pulled her hair back and bound it in a ponytail.

‘Even eternity isn’t eternal,’ the woman knew. Now began her reign, this day, January 13, 2006, a Friday, marked the decline of mankind. And the rise of Darkfire Storm.