15 figures stood horizontally, facing the horizon, looking down on a beachhead. They stood on top of a hill, interrupting the beautiful blue skyline, with white streaks zipped across the canvas of the sky. The sun was red, and slowly climbing up the horizon. of figures, easily recognized as Cell-3, began to walk in front of the group. He turned to face the group, his back facing the beach below. “We’ve escaped Zhul-Gamma’s wrath, but at a close call. I’ve injured him heavily, and Alphos shouldn’t be too bothersome now, but we need to hurry to the other dragons. There’s still one apprentice left.” “Don’t forget that we lost an ally. We gotta be more careful!” Diana’s voice rung out like a bell. Phoenix’s gruff voice came directly after... “Careful? Bah! If I was careful I wouldn’t have killed shit.” “I agree...” Deatheater whispered, his voice barely grazing the sound of the sea breeze. Diana eyed the two with eyes of uneasiness, and the crowd fell silent again. Cell-3 began to talk again, his voice a crude interruption to the sound of the breeze... “Daigon is heading for Lake Myst. Lucky for us, we’re nearly there. I also know of someone who dwells along the banks if the lake. He’s an interesting character, one that I like. We should meet up with him. He’s been studying Myst for years now, and he can provide us with good advice.” “Anything that helps us hunt our prey better is good in my book.” Artemis’ voice had a hint of pleasure to it. The rest agreed, except for Phoenix, who groaned and let out more words as he rolled his eyes... “Oh please. I don’t need no guide to kill some stupid dragon.” Snowy turned its helmet towards the Hellraiser, and their odd voice began to rise into the air. “Well then. Why don’t you try? I like the idea of meeting new people, so, what are we waiting for! Let’s go!” With Snowy’s enthusiastic voice, everyone forgot about Phoenix’s sentence and began to run down towards the huge bank of water. Artemis and deatheater strolled behind, pacing theirselves, trying to not lose sight of the group. “Be careful this time. Don’t want you ending up mind controlled.” She said, her voice echoing into deatheater’s ears. He laughed a bit and responded with a somewhat happy tone. “Don’t you worry. At the end of all this, we’ll get ourselves a mug of Dark Brew before we part ways.” “Don’t get any ideas.... yet....” says Artemis as she followed the group, swiftly flooding down the hill. • A dark figure began to approach the infamous DarkSpire tower, ascending the spiraling stair-steps towards the top, unwavering in his motions and even more in his gaze. He reached the top in no more than a minute, only to see a robed figure, its shoulders moving up and down slowly with the sound of its raspy breathing. The sky above it was red, black, and wispy as always. Over here, the sun didn’t dare show its face, cowering away in other parts of DarkSpire. The unwavering Figure began to speak in an echoing voice, its voice booming around the tower... “I have awoken Myst. What must I do next?” The robed figure’s breathing hovered in the air for a few seconds. Then, it begins to talk.... in an otherworldly voice... “You know what to do next Daigon. Erase the warriors. Awaken the other dragons. Kill Ebony and Zen.” The robed figure turned to Daigon, its face a black abyss under a black hood. Two blue eyes stared out of the abyss, burning their gaze into Daigon. Daigon shuffled uncomfortably before speaking again... “Next time, I prefer that you address me by my actual name...” The robed figure began to laugh, its horrid voice booming around it, sending birds flying into the air, and interrupting a brief silence. As its laughter died down, it spoke.... “Saitonia? What sort of name is that?” Daigon growled a bit as he clenched his fist. “You’re lucky that I have a contract with you old man...” The robed figure responded in his raspy otherworldly voice...” “You’re lucky that I haven’t killed you yet....” Daigon growled once again, much deeper this time, and he ran down the stairs again, walking into the darkness below. The robed figure turned to face the sky, its blue eyes motionless. • The team found itself crammed in a small wooden shack, which smelled of wet wood and a peculiar scent. The shack was fairly wide, and open as well. The roof above the team was covered with wood from pine trees, laid in a conical fashion. A few flickering candles were laid across the shack, on top of wooden tables. The team sat around a figure, squatting under the dim lighting of the room, a hunched shadow. Cell-3 was exchanging greetings with the figure. The odd figure seemed to have somewhat of a joyful voice, filled with hope. He almost spoke like a guitar of some sort, his voice blotting out the sounds of seagulls flying overhead. Eventually the figure stood up, and a dim light shone on is face, revealing a somewhat old face. A stubble of gray hair could be seen all across its chin and face. Blue eyes rolled around in their sockets, filled with a hidden joy. His hair was uncombed and long, and a few gray hairs hung low at his neck. Ben10howard was the first to speak... “Well.... hello!” The figure’s blue eyes joyfully flashed at Ben, and the figure produced some words as well... “Ah! Greetings peculiar ones! My name is MillionBlue, former warrior of DarkSpire, one of the original eleven of the prophecy.”