All things truly wicked start from an innocence.
- Ernest Hemingway
"We could save the world you know, change it for the better. Awaken the dragons' hidden power and show them that the earth is theirs to rule."
A lean and muscular man mumbled, a toothpick dangling from the unsmiling corner of his mouth. Moonlight shone through the leaves of the trees and illuminated the forest floor. The man's eyes shone with ill intent as a thin smile plastered itself onto his face.
A boy of 18 nodded his head, awe evident in his gaze. "We can make a change for the better?" He sounded rather excited. "Are you serious master?" He mumbled as he looked at the head rider with so much respect in his eyes.
"Yes, we can do good." He smiled, a kind smile that hid the innermost desires of his ink-black heart. "You guys with me? All it would take is fire, cleanse the world with fire, burn the impurity and start a new." He laughed in a derisive sort of manner. "It's an honor, the fact that we're given an opportunity to alter history." He smoothed back his dark hair which was damp with sweat. "Alter history ... and change this rotten world."
Aerith stared at the man with her expression unchanging, but excitement was building inside the girl, and a new resolve had been etched into her mind. She and her fellow riders would follow this man to the grave, change the world for the better.
"Awesome, I'll die for a cause like that." The boy of 18 mumbled with a broad grin. "But..." His eyes flitted to the ground and he sucked in a breath of air. "We'll have to kill won't we?" He was whispering in a frightened tone now.
"It's for the better, child." The head rider smiled paternally. "Think of it as Neos." He stared at the five trainees before him. "A time for renewing, we will be the bringers of Neos." He tilted his head and gave them all a lopsided grin brimming with confidence.
"Besides, even if we kill it's for a good cause. We're saving this vile world."
- Ernest Hemingway
"We could save the world you know, change it for the better. Awaken the dragons' hidden power and show them that the earth is theirs to rule."
A lean and muscular man mumbled, a toothpick dangling from the unsmiling corner of his mouth. Moonlight shone through the leaves of the trees and illuminated the forest floor. The man's eyes shone with ill intent as a thin smile plastered itself onto his face.
A boy of 18 nodded his head, awe evident in his gaze. "We can make a change for the better?" He sounded rather excited. "Are you serious master?" He mumbled as he looked at the head rider with so much respect in his eyes.
"Yes, we can do good." He smiled, a kind smile that hid the innermost desires of his ink-black heart. "You guys with me? All it would take is fire, cleanse the world with fire, burn the impurity and start a new." He laughed in a derisive sort of manner. "It's an honor, the fact that we're given an opportunity to alter history." He smoothed back his dark hair which was damp with sweat. "Alter history ... and change this rotten world."
Aerith stared at the man with her expression unchanging, but excitement was building inside the girl, and a new resolve had been etched into her mind. She and her fellow riders would follow this man to the grave, change the world for the better.
"Awesome, I'll die for a cause like that." The boy of 18 mumbled with a broad grin. "But..." His eyes flitted to the ground and he sucked in a breath of air. "We'll have to kill won't we?" He was whispering in a frightened tone now.
"It's for the better, child." The head rider smiled paternally. "Think of it as Neos." He stared at the five trainees before him. "A time for renewing, we will be the bringers of Neos." He tilted his head and gave them all a lopsided grin brimming with confidence.
"Besides, even if we kill it's for a good cause. We're saving this vile world."
