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A quick flutter of his fingers and the light was back in his right hand upon being questioned.His eyes flared behind the mask but his posture remained steady.Like some he hated to be thought of alligning himself with one thing.His frustration was showing all too much as his dark blade rattled uncontrollably in the earth, a sure sign he was frustrated.His thoughts caught up to him as the light vanished inside of his hand.Stupid old fool, they do not know who you are at all.His thoughts were true, none of these people knew him at all.

It was always some ignorant b*****d trying to attack him everywhere he went.This time an elf was stupid enough to try to attack Sarkhon.Then he attracts these people he doesn't even know like moths to a street light.True the glow was bright but he was planning all of this, just not this much.Maybe they shared the same culture as his world, maybe not.Things back in his world were vastly changing.Economy for the humans was collapsing and the world was on the brink on yet another World War.It took him years, endless turmoiling years to learn how to planeswalk.Many people were met because of it and many people had allowed him to earn his vastly altered abilities.Everything he held was practically paper weight but was tough beyond no grand comparison.Swords had dented before his armor and that was the day he wasn't even using a weapon, only him and his abilities.

He stepped closer inspecting the crowd of spectators he had attracted and held out the hand of light and threw it on the ground causing a tiny impact crater that in turn allowed a every broken lamp post and street light to reignite for a minimum of at least thirty minutes.Weapons were being toyed with in anticipation for an attack.Thoughts were running through each and every mind.The question was always the same,"is he friend or foe?".He could be friend or the wrong mistakes could make him foe.He wished to not attract the attention of the whole damn wrecked town though.

A quick shelter would be made to protect them all or doom them all.His right hand shot out along with his left as his fist clenched tightly until four cars were held in the air.They stayed there only swaying for a bit.His targets were to close up one of the still intact buildings.His left hand dropped to his side making it the tiniest bit more strain to hold up the cars.The strain wasn't even enough to change his hold though, he still held his steely glare behind the mask as he directed everyone to go into the building he was walking to at his left."Come inside, once everyone is in I will board it up.Any left behind just tell me who they are and I will let them in."He was intending to attract some possibly unwanted attention, but the light was mainly to make sure everyone saw him and where he was heading.

midori nods to luce..."for now we shall,so go a head inside i'll survey the area".midori turns to walk away as he addjust the sword case on his back.

Alice said nothing but listened and watched. She still did not know this people that will and she did not know if she could trust them or not. 'Father' she thought for he would know the answer to help her. Sighing she followed them inside, keeping a hand close to one of the daggers on her hips.

The landscape around him was bleak and seemingly lifeless.The roads were cracked and falling apart allowing mother nature to take her course and grow over the creation of mankind.Vines were trailing up the wrecked building and trees were growing in the most odd of places.Noises that could be mistaken for someone moving were all around them.His concentration was on the noises to check what it was.After all his concentration he figured it was a building falling apart leaving its rocky debris to fall on the open ground.The cars, as weird as it was,were still floating in midair waiting for the others to go inside.

Tensions were high and mounted with his short newcoming and the meeting of two new indivuals for the group.Every one of them seemed to be in somewhat bad shape.Beaten up perhaps by some random creatures or maybe by some hysterical humans turned cannibal.The girl, the one who had showed up after his attack, seemed to be the most antsy for mistrust and deceit amongst her new peers.Her fingers were fiddling with one of her daggers and she seemed to be tensed up and prepared for anything.Perhaps she had lost trust for other people after something in her past or she just hated other people.He noted old coffee shops and some destroyed grocery stores that seemed at maybe one time they were teeming and bustling with life.

The world around him was bleak and the air was pugent with the smell of charred flesh and the smell of decaying organisms.This was much like his world but what it would possibly be in the future.His head was swiveling back and forth like a security camera surveying the area it was meant to watch.He was traking it all in, the city, the air, the earth, all of it was for his understanding.They eyes behind the mask were set on surveying every person here like a laser guided missle dead set on hitting its target.Sarkhon was one to learn quick and he had to to keep himself from getting into some really deep s**t, like perhaps getting the all of the nights ordered to attack him because they thought he did something because he was new.

The mind of people was simple.If something happened and there was a new face in the town all attentioan and blame turned directly towards the newcomer.All in all that always added up to Sarkhon being the one to blame.His head stopped among one of the boys that had asked him a question.In response he sighed and looked up.Boy, I am new here.My name is Sarkhon Vangri, do any of you care?No I didn't think so.Let me just quickly summarize everything for you.I am not from your world at all.I am aligned with no one here.I am not a knight and I am no ones ally,keep up the cooperation and the understandings and I believe we will all get along just fine."He smiled back sarcastically to the boy and turned his attention to the girl fiddling with her dagger."Mi'lady I believe no one here means to harm you of any way shape or form here.We are all civilized are we not?Listen I believe your city here is need of all the knights it can get and knights fighting against knights would be a pointless mean of destroying the very foundation and structure of the force your leader seems to be amassing.All in all I just want you to feel safe and not feel like you are being lured into a trap."His voice was sweet and rather deep holding a kind of soothing tone to it.He had one more question for all of them.This time his voice was completely altered and transformed into a general like quality,serious and commanding was its tone."I have spoken my name! Now if you please, what is your names and rank?"His gaze was set on the boy walking away who seemed to play the part of the lone wolf but the question was completely and utterly directed to the group he had attracted.

Midas nodded as the man spoke and answered back promptly "Midas, white knight in training" he looked over to Luce and when the mans attention was elsewhere he slipped over to her "crazy isn't it?" he looked back at the two new comers staring at each other. he could sense that any tension in the group was probably gonna come from him and her or him and midori. for the girls sake he hoped it was the later but for the sarkhon's sake the former was definitely a better option he patted luce on the shoulder and the went into the building together.

Slowly life was stirring from this place, a foul life trounced with the dark and dreary.Sarkhon's senses were very sensitive to movements on the earth and the actions of others.These people weren't imposing, in fact his own aura drenched over all of theirs.It gave a powerful scent off that smelled conveniently like fresh wildflowers, something that happened in the presence of good after a successful excorsism.The smell was pleasant but ironic at the same time.It completely went against his whole choice of outfit.Completely opposite was his choices.The smell of wildflowers clashing with the dark ruinic armor was a cliche moment that some seemed to relish in most of the time.

The other boy who had walked off disappeared in the distance after a while as the buildings diminished his size.Stepping forward he had crushed all four cars into flat shapes to fit the doorways and holes in the buildings.He had made slight indentions in the earthwork in the building to slide the flattened cars into.Once in the indentions he closed up the gaps left over in the indentions by mending together some debris from the building itself.Once mended he brewed a powerful fire in his hands that would allow him to go to each different car he had placed and melt the metal and the building as one to create a makeshift refuge.The fire was something he could use only in close quarter combat not something he was well interpreted to use at a distance.That was a skill he would have to hone over time.Once the buildings were done and barred off he would have to make doors, simple items to make.

With a flick of his right and left hand he targeted one of the automobiles in the lower level of the building used for the barring.His right and left hand would flit out quickly as he began to create the door in the vehicle.Upon doing so the cars screeched and moaned as metal was bent and twisted into the shape of thick metal doors.He would need to reinforce these barriers to withstand a lot more pressure than alotted at the moment.Grabbing four more cars from down the road he flattened them allowing the glass to spread across the ground as they reached their destination.Once set in place he would slowly push the metals together allowing a slight swirling noise and that all familiar grinding and screeching noise to start over.He was causing a ruckus but it was at the price of protection and better skill acquisition for the others.The barrier with the newly created door was also reinforced in the process.

Now standing in front of them all was four foot thick metal reinforced walls.With a smile of self-accomplishment he lead the way inside.He always felt a little glee about making a damn near impentrable fortress,except this was a building that was in slightly good condition.For the meantime this would have to serve as the base of operations.Standing back from the rest of them to be a lookout for a moment he held the doors open to allow them to go inside."Ah, so there is a knight in training here? Prove yourself and I will grant you your knighthood early."He was looking at Midas when he said this,but no one would really be that sure because his face was almost always hidden behind the veil of his mask.Keeping his senses open he awaited the others to go inside and hunker down for the night.

A gleeful smile slid across his face as he wasked asked the question.These things about his past always got him a little over-anticipated.Much like an old human asked about a scar on some part of his body.The question would generally end up in a long drawn out explanation that seemed to go on for hours with no end in sight.Mainly because old humans were boring and held no energy to tell the whole story in vivid high-tailed emotions.In time those kids told the story would come to respect the detailed blissfulness besides the undetailed story of the scar.Detail always mattered no matter the situation.You could just say that a plane crashed then someone would want to know how.The lights that Sarkhon had sparked were beginning to flicker on and off, a sheer sign their time limit was expiring.

There was a time where all planets that could sustain life went through a Dark Age, or to sum it up, Medieval times.He had seen his fair share and was to be held a legend amongst the tales of other planets scattered across the universe.A legend because he had helped the ones that would their people the furthest than the others could.A legend because he helped the technology race begin quicker than expected.Losing the smile he looked back up at the boy with a solemn look playing across the lower half of his face.The boy was short or so it seemed.Young, Sarkhon's estimate was between fifteen to sixteen due to the way he acted.Curiosity always followed the younger ones,and ventually curiosity would kill the proverbial cat.Clutching his blade tighter he finally spoke,"I have dubbed knights longer than your family has existed.I have fought off horde after horde of powerful knights and created only the best.I am not a knight because I cannot follow the full code of chivalry.I am not a knight because I do not stick around long enough to be one.I offer no shortcut and only wish to see you in pure combat.I know more than any white knights here which makes me a higher up than them.Sure I may not know their rules or the code they follow or the way they act, but I know the holiness better than most."With that he ushered the group inside and slammed the makeshift doors shut and shot a powerful burst of electricity in the very center of the building sending the whole building to be ignited in electric fury as the wires throughout the building ignited with a new flourishing light.The building was on and fully functional,just the repairs were left.

With a light grace of his left index finger upon one of the walls of the three story building his finger gave a new life to this place as the old broken down building's structure began to change rapidly.The moment his finger touched the wall was the moment the metamorphosis of elements began.The molecular structure of the stone used to create this building would drastically change into adimantium which would also affect the makeshift doors and barriers for the building.All in all he was creating a building that at night would be shrouded in darkblack metal and in day would sheen a bright silver that would gleam across the city.This was simplistic,no one would be seen inside and the walls would be impentrable.Adimantium was strong and could cut through anything and could withstand any metal thrown at it.Next was the floors that were changing into a darkred diamond texture that would force a large throne from the earthworks of the buildings.With all said and done Sarkhon would place his blade with its bright golden hilt and pitch black blade on the side of the throne and sit in the very back center of the room and sit tight.