Alpharag

Nothing Surrounded by a dark void, a young prince floats, his shirt burned with two holds in the back where his shoulder blades are, and a sword sheathed at his side and a book in a leather pouch attached to the same leather belt on the other side.  As he's floating there two large looming hands surround him In a dark and deep voice that penetrates dimensions, the figure speaks "Rise my son...surely you will not let it end this way?  Your Ragnarok Flame and Dark Angel form was not enough...Give into Nothing, and i shall grant you the power to save your loved one!" The young prince, in a rather weak voice "Aren't you after her for something

Once again i travel the meadow of my home.  The land where i was raised.  I can feel my memories in the ground i walk, through my bare feet.  The ground is far richer than before, teeming with more green life then it has seen for centuries.  I guess fire has its uses after all.  That night, over 15 years ago, in which this meadow was cleansed under white flames.  That night, where i tasted blood for the first time.  The silver of the brilliant moon above me is almost blinding.  It was a full moon then, too. My home was burned to the ground, cleansed with silver fire that seemed as if the moon itself were bringing it's wrath upon us.  There