Intermission 1

A man with long dark hair sat alone in the rain. He leaned against a sword, one so dark it appeared to contain the void itself. The man appeared to be battered, but his breath remained.

He was alone. No one else around. Not a soul in sight.

In the light a piece of purple fabric could be seen hanging from the swords handle.

The man seemed to be muttering something to himself. It was too loud to hear, but you could see his lips moving.

The man brushed the hair out of his face revealing his eyes. One seemed to be a neon red...and the other was simply the most silver of silvers the eye could imagine.