Imagining Destiny

"There is another world that is unknown to mankind. People are just people to them. They can see past the possible and into the impossible, and can live in the footsteps of mankind. They breathe in the actions and trace every word, living every moment in the shadows of the past. "The unknown people called themselves Crafters. A secret race that keeps the mankind's world in order, making sure that the people live in peace. That no wars will rage between them, or put out the light of every living soul. "Now at the beginning, mankind didn't exist. Mankind were called the Royals and they knew of the Crafters existence, but were not afraid. They used the Crafters gifts to get what they wanted, be it riches or power. The Royals then became greedy, wanting more and more until one day the Crafters snapped. They wiped mankind's memory, and those that still remembered were labelled as crazy, being put into mental wards of such like. "One Crafter took it too far and darkness swept into his heart. He then got into some of the Crafters' minds; making them think that what they where doing was right. Killing off mankind and who ever stepped a foot in their way. People began to fear and create stories to make them believe about the things that go bump in the night. "No body really knew what he looked like or what he was called. All that people knew was that if they saw him, to run. "It was then foreseen that Darkness will build an army of the corrupt to seek revenge. Their leader being able to mold the Darkness to his will. Scaring many people's hearts, even those who fight beside this leader." _________________________________________ I still remember the tales that my mother used to tell me. All stories about the Crafters and their gifts, how good triumphs over evil. I was seven when she died. She was murdered on the night of my seventh birthday within my bedroom. She woke me up and told me to hide. I ran to my wardrobe and slipped inside, not uttering a sound. From the first day I could walk she taught me and made me practise hiding. But this time it was real. I could tell from the urgency within her voice this was real. Within the wardrobe was a hatch big enough for me to fit into, but small enough to go unnoticed. I was then to sit (hiding) until no noises were heard. But footsteps told me to stay put. Through the c***k within the hatch I could see that my mother's face holding the emotion of pain as a tall dark man stepped towards her. "Where is she?" his rugged voice had shouted, sounding as if something was crawling at his throat. My mother not once fluttering an eye lash in his direction. She fought him off. Kicking, scratching, punching for her life. But he retaliated, throwing his own punches hitting her hard. She still stood her ground, not giving away my position. It made it hard for me not to go out there. Even if I was seven, I knew she wanted me safe. That and I was too afraid to protect her. The man then pulled out a knife from his pocket, and stabbed my mother's arms and legs. She didn't scream, but the hot tear streaming down her face gave away her pain. He stopped to let my mother's body slump to the floor. He looked at her, his smirk growing bigger. Bending down he then whispered lowly, "I'll ask you again: Where. Is. She?" My mother's replied by spitting in his face and letting out a chuckle, though it held no humour, only the last little bit of strength that she has left. "I'd rather die." Her voice came out with so much hatred, that it shocked even little me. This worsened the man's mood. He picked up his knife again and sent one last stab to her heart. Everything went in slow motion. From the way the man was smirking to the way my mother took her last breath. Even my breathing stopped as I watched her skin turn pale. Her final words were of a warning. "Don't let the darkness out." Her eyes fluttered shut and she was gone. The woman I loved gone. The most amazing person I knew taken away from me just like that. My seven year old self then screamed. Anger took over and I flew out of my hiding spot, surprising the man. My eyes landed on my mother again making a silent promise. I then turned to look at his smirking face. I remember how black his eyes were. It was like his soul was daring mine. Urging me to lash out. His skin was pale, almost translucent. "Oh there you are" He said in a sing song voice. My body made the first move before he could grab my small frame. Grabbing the knife out of his hands I sent him slamming through the wall and into the next room. I jumped on to his chest held the knife up and crashed it into his own heart."Oh here I am," I mocked, my voice coming out sickly sweet. I gave the knife a twist and watched his life force faded away. My body then collapsed on the floor. All energy gone. I let sleep take me over. The next day I woke up in hospital. From that day my Uncle then started to take care of me. We never talk about that day. We never once looked back. _________________________________________ "The leader will then have learn how to control their emotions. Making sure that the darkness doesn't take over them as even those close will be taken. Even as they watch the love ones die, they will live. "But with the soldiers of darkness willing to do anything to get who's rightfully theirs, everyone and anyone was at risks. Their darkness is the only way to bring the leader back. They must convince the darkness to not take hold of them. Even when they're about to give up. Somehow the darkness will always be there, but the light shall stay in the heart."