Rain fell as violent thunderbolts raged in the skies, with darkness blanketing the tranquil sea of day. Water poured all over numerous regions of Terra: Talam, Meruda, Kain and even Aurora were all victims of these heavy storms. Numerous people stayed in their homes as the rain would keep falling for days to come, another thunderbolt raged in the sky.

In another area the sound of thunder could be heard, echoing crashes that rang throughout numerous trees followed by heavy breathing. The sound of an object cutting through air repeatedly interrupted the silence that was in a thunderstorm, lightning flashed as it’s light reflected off metal. This metal kept ripping through the air as two arms held onto the opposite end of the metal, the figure that these arms belonged to continued to swipe at air. Thunder roared as lightning lit up to reveal the figure as a man who was wielding a sword, he stopped swinging and ran through the forest he was training by.

Darting and swerving past numerous trees the man neared his goal as he saw something in the distance, he placed his sword up before he neared a wooden dummy. In one swift motion he leapt up into the air with a somersault over the target then twisted so he was facing down at the dummy and he bore his sword through it to cut the target in two. Two wooden halves fell to the ground as the man sheathed his sword and ran onwards, he dashed through more trees before halting abruptly.

Lightning flashed as the man walked towards a small secluded spot, water raged down a waterfall that fed a small river that lead out to near Talam. The man slowly raised his head up to the overcast and closed his eyes as he placed his arms out.

He stood in the rain as water pelted furiously; each drop fell into the folds of his clothing and soaked through to his already wet skin. The winds blew his black trenchcoat around as it flapped against his black jeans hard. Lightning flashed once more as everything was illuminated, rain poured down his face as he felt his mind being cleared of all thoughts. He slowly adjusted his blue bandanna as he felt it loosening with the whiplash of his long black hair, he slipped on a pair of black sunglasses before letting out a deep breath. He walked on towards the waterfall trudging through the river, like many times before the water embraced him like a child as he walked through it. The feel of its raw power felt most comforting as his muscles eased up from all strain they had from before.

The man walked along a narrow tunnel with dim lighting as a lead for his darkened eyes, after a few moments of instinct guiding him the man walked into an open area of this hidden cavern.

The size of this cove was comparable to a living area to that of an average home, numerous candles were placed in many areas as faint golden light brightened the dark room. In one area there was a pile of straw, leaves and cloth constructed as a bed for rest, another corner had a small wooden table with a stuffed pillow of straw in front of it. On this desk was a tattered book that was open and a small quill with an ink jar near, the man let out a small sigh while stretching. He took off his glasses to place on another desk and undid his bandanna so he could wring out all the water from it, he tossed it onto the table before slipping out of his trenchcoat to wring as well. After all that he sat down on his bed and took off his white muscle shirt that was over his black t-shirt.

It is quite wet out there, he thought before dropping his head a little bit towards the ground, What the!?

From all the water that had dripped form his body there was a puddle at his feet with his reflection in it, or so he thought. Same skin, shoulder length black hair, a black goatee but there was also a pair of icy blue eyes that gave him a shudder.

I don’t remember having those eyes… he thought before walking over and kneeling down onto the pillow at his table.

He placed his sword by the book as he took the quill to write down notes of how his training went, Master Reed always said "You never know when you will end up regretting not writing down things that happen from your battles, one should always keep a pen ready." How true, he thought before standing up. He walked over to one of the walls to lean on and crossed his arms with the intent of taking a brief nap, he closed his eyes as everything went black…

Everything became white, the man saw himself being bathed in the white as it shifted blue, a bright flash within the light had him standing in the arena of a large stadium staring down a man wrapped in shadow.

Now he saw himself standing at the base of a small cliff with the same man standing at the top, the winds were blowing their cloaks against their bodies as the one man pulled out a large sword covered in green flames.

"A soul…" an echoing voice said.

He saw himself being stared down by a single blood red eye of some beast; it stared back into him, as he could not move.

"A soul born of both dragon and man will save us from the darkness…"

The man snapped awake and nearly fell to the ground; he looked around to find himself back in his cavern behind the waterfall.

A dream… he thought to himself before noticing how melted down his candles were, they was nothing more than mere stumps compared to before. He kept silent as the rain had evidentially stopped, "It appears that now would be the best time for me to leave for the ferry."

He grabbed his short sword and a handgun with nearly a hundred rounds of bullets to strap onto his waist. He slipped his white muscle shirt back on then stuffed his blue bandanna and sunglasses into his pockets before whipping his trenchcoat around his back. He slipped his arms into the sleeves while blowing out the remaining candles and walked the long tunnel out to the riverbank, past the waterfall and around the cavern he came up to what he was looking for-a parked motorcycle.

This it, the day at last, he thought to himself as he sat on and started the ignition, he let the bike purr for a moment before revving up and tearing off leaving the dream behind in his dust. There were far more important tasks at hand, The tournament begins soon, I’d better hurry.

He increased his speed as the winds blew through his hair and the rain slapped his face endlessly, all was fine except for one thing. That red eye still was on his mind, he was not afraid of it, far from it. It was the fact that it seemed to welcome him and he in fact felt comfortable near it. He brushed these thoughts from his mind before speeding onwards to Talam, to catch a ferry…