Rebuild

My eyes fluttered open as I saw the bright lights of the infirmary again. I began ripping out the tubes and needles that were stuck in my arms.

Emma must have been sitting next to my bed because I heard her voice scream, "Nurse!"

Seconds later three nurses rushed in and began to hold me down,

"Get off!" I screamed, blasting them into the walls.

I was panting, my mind was blurry, I could barely tell what I was doing anymore. I raced out of the infirmary and straight into the arena, the only thing clear on my mind was the death of my mother and my desire to gain power. I drew my blade and began to swing at the air, imagining the enemies surrounding me. I hacked, slashed and stabbed until I couldn't feel my sword arm, then I channeled my darkness into my blade, which caused it to burn a black flame.

"Dark Style: Black Flame of Judgment!" I screamed.

I slashed my sword across my body, launching an arch of black flames across the arena. I collapsed to my knees when the flame blasted the stone wall at the other side of the arena, it left a larsh burn mark. I realized I'd have to fight a lot more strong people like him, if I wanted to make this world a peaceful place. It was right then and there that I decided to rebuild my whole attack and defense fighting style so that it would suit me better. I felt like I needed to be rebuilt from the ground up.

I decided to focus solely on my swordsmanship and enhancing my physical body with my darkness. I also felt like adding magical attacks that would physically harm the opponent would be the best thing for me. I began to walk to my cabin and decided to write down my moves so I could memorize them and use them to be honed into perfection. I was so in my own head that I barely noticed Emma trying to talk to me as I walked out of the arena.

I opened my cabin door, picked up my notepad and pen, and began to write. I made a huge list of all of the moves i wanted to make for myself, the list was in number order,

Dark Style: Physical Enhancements

Enhances the users physical body, depending on the level of power the user can take the limit is 10x (For Myself, i don't know the actual limit yet)

Dark Style: Object Manipulation

Manipulates the user's darkness into anything that the user can imagine. EX: A sword

Dark Style: Dancing Swords

The user uses darkness to make as many swords as he can control, and he manipulates the freely and can chose to attack or defend with them

Dark Style: Dark Clones

User makes clones of himself , also used for attack and defense

Dark Style: Secret Technique: Death Slice

A single strike where the user puts all his power into his sword and attacks, a last resort move or the user will be out of power and open to attack.

I looked at these notes that I had written down, my mind flashing back to the memories of my mother dying and her final words to me. I was certain that these would make me stronger so I would never lose anyone I care about again. I felt myself drift into sleep, I laid the notepad down and closed my eyes, embracing the sadness I felt. I could see the images of my mother bleeding out in front of me, I watched it in pain, but I didn't look away. I knew in order to move past it I had to embrace it, I had to watch it again and again, as many times as it takes to grow past it.

"Well done my boy.." A deep voice boomed in my head

I snapped my eyes open, "Who said that?" I asked

It was as if I could feel who it was, I felt as if darkness I had inside me was talking to me.

"Father.." I said, looking down.

"Hello my son.." He said, his voice a deep calm.

"Why.. You let her die.. WHY!!" I screamed, my emotions surging.

"I couldn't help her, even if I wanted to. Gods and deities aren't allowed to interfere with mortal affairs. But believe me, it hurt me just as much as you. Your mother was one of the only people who knew about my true nature and never ran away. I couldn't believe she died… she was strong, ``he said.

"Tsk.. You're supposed to be the king of darkness. Yet you can't even save a simple mortal life." I replied.

"Even deities have to listen to the gods' rule.." He replied, his voice low and calm.

"But that's not why I'm here… I came here on your mothers last request to me. She once asked me, in any event of her death, to give you something…" He said.

"Tsk… What is that?" I asked.

"The mark of Erebus…." He said, an image shimmering before me.

The image was of a black circle with a T shape coming from the top, and two crescent moons from either side of the T shape.

"It's a way for us to communicate, and transfer my power from me to you…" He said.

"I don't want to communicate or share power with you! I refuse! I'll take down the bastard who killed mom all on my own with my own power! I don't need your help!!!" I screamed.

I instantly sat up and realized it was morning, it must have been a dream. Then I felt a burning pain in my right palm. I looked at it and saw the mark. It was burned into my right palm, I could feel something seeping into my skin from the mark, I couldn't stop it or control it. But by the time the effects had stopped i felt much stronger than i had yesterday, but i was also panting and sweating profusely. I got up, grabbed my note-pad and walked into the arena, surprisingly with a light skip in my step, as if my physical body had gotten stronger.

As I walked into the arena, I saw Emma training with a sword on the other side from where the entrance was. I didn't know what to say to her, or even if she'd want to talk to me again, so I decided to keep to myself. I looked down at my notepad, and decided I'd master the list backwards rather than forwards. I'd master my secret technique first. I drew my sword, channeled all of my power into my arms and my blade,I closed my eyes, raised my sword above my head and swung.

"Dark Style: Secret move: Death Slice" I said, my voice an icy calm.

"Hypno's Reflection!!" A voice said, it was Emma's.

I opened my eyes and saw what had happened, she reflected the power of my strike into the sky, away from the camp. I opened my mouth to tell her thank you but before any words could escape me she pointed behind me, as I turned my mouth dropped. I couldn't believe what i was seeing, i rubbed my eyes and looked again. I wasn't dreaming.

I split the sky in two.