Legends. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past.Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness - creatures of destruction - the creatures of Grimm - set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void.However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named "Dust".Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life.But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone... darkness will return.
In a dark alley, under the shattered moon of the planet called remnant, lay a boy covered head to toe in blue armor. The boy, standing at a little over three feet tall, opened his eyes.
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He looked around at his surroundings then at himself
A look of curiosity came across the boys eyes. Quickly standing up he started to walk down the alley looking at all the papers and trash littering the walls and floors
As he walked down the alley he heard the distinct sounds of explosions and gun shots from the other end
Intrigued by the sounds of combat he quickly ran towards the assumed battle
the sound of his metal boots thumping on the concrete floor following him as he made it out the alley only to bare Witness to an ongoing battle
A single girl, in a mostly black outfit with a red cape, against a group of men
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He watched in wonder as the girl zoomed back and fourth, using what appeared to by a scythe, to easily despatch of the men until there was only one left
The man, in a mostly black and white out fit, said "You were worth every cent. Truly, you were."
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