Intermission Part 2

The man continued to sit against the sword. The mumbling seemed to of stopped.

A faint red light began to shine on top of the man. A small tear in space was forming several meters in front of the man.

The man didn't move a muscle.

The tear got bigger. More light bled through. An eerie noise begun to over shadow the storm. The sound could only be described to be that of a cosmic horror finally escaping from its eternal hell.

The man remained still.

The tear continues to grow. It grew and grew until it appeared to be large enough to house several large men. Only 2 entities came through the rift.

One of the entities appeared to be a 24 to 25 year old male. He had a Black headband ever so slightly swaying in the wind. He was a Caucasian of about average height. His red shirt fluttered in the wind. The light glimmered off of something on his back, possibly the hilt of a sword.

The second entity looked maybe 16 years of age. His relationship with the Olderman was unknown, but the Teen looked like a younger version of the older man, or atleast he would if everything about him was inverted, from a color perspective that is. The teen wore a Black t-shirt. His right forearm was wrapped in a red piece of fabric, presumably a headband, or atleast what would be left of a tattered one.

The man remained still.

The light flashed across the mans face. The man appeared to look like a younger, more scarred version of the older man. He looked as if he was 19 or maybe 20 years old. His left arm appeared to be made out of a metallic alloy, possibly having silver within it, but he remained still.

The older man took a few strides in the man's direction and crouched down in front of him.

The rift had begun to quite down.

The older man began, "You, mah friend, have been through alot." His voice was soothing, yet raspy.

The Teen chimed in, "More than us!" The teens voice sounded as if 2 people were speaking at once, One of them sounded aggressive while the other sounded lost.

The older man continued, "We're going to take yuh to a new place. When we get there, we'll fix yuh up."

The man remained still.

The older man, "You'll probably want to go by something else where we're going. We all know the pain in our names."

The man began to utter, to the surprise of the 2, a noise. It sounded metallic. The man looked up with a hint of anger, anger at his own inability to speak properly.

He coughed a metallic cough and tried again. "Si-Lver." He barely uttered.

The older man let out a laugh and stated, "Well if your Silver then I'm Crimson." The older man began to laugh again.

The Teen added, "And that'd make me Shadow! Right?!" This time only the lost voice rang out.