It's been long...way to long.

A mysterious dark warrior confronts a great goddess before him. He removes a thick layered cloak concealing his body. Flocks of green purple hair flowing by his face. His red glowing eyes glared back as she began to pass judgment.

“Are you ready to accept your fate? All you have done will be lost through history and time. Your struggles, feats, and memories all erased. You’ll cease to exist.”

“Then so be it. Eternal sleep I accept. As long I sleep, you can never see the light ever again.”

He points his blade towards her. A seven-branched sword emits a negative aura.

“Our holy blade Shichishito. It’s tainted! But how can it be? How are you worthy to wield it? It makes no sense.” She muttered.

“There’s no need for gods. In fact, gods do not exist. It’s just a mere class to express ones measure of power. It only shows how weak you are.”

“You went this far allowing the Hundred Hands Emperor to surface. You killed our members, slayed our guardians, and even desecrated our symbol. You have betrayed us.”

“The Hundred Hands Emperor is the least you should worry about. It’s the human race you should be fearing.”

“Why do you care for them so much? They’re a pathetic race. Answer me!”

“True, the human race is pathetic, but I have already foreseen a future. When the Sun leaves the Moon shall rise. The great Moon will be the one who’ll make this change. For the greater good.”

She gives back a dirty look to him.

“You were always a fool and forever will be.”

“Heroism was always overrated anyway.” He merely shrugged. “Let’s get this over with, I’m tired of the long wait.”

He slams the Shichishito deep into the ground. A shroud of darkness begins entrapping everything around them. A massive earth shattering quake commences as huge walls begin to form all around. Vines and serpents wrap across the entire scene.

“A labyrinth? You intend to spend eternity here?” She hesitantly asked.

The dark warrior begins to fade away. His eyes closed as he muttered his last words.

“And so my final mission comes to an end. Moon…the rest is up to you. The future is yours to shape. Out of the light and into the night we shall be eternally.”

“Then so be it, may none ever speak of your name. Forever taboo HAVOK.”

Decades later…

The great Moon is in the middle of his final battle against the One Hundred Demon tribe. A relentless demon tribe freed from the Devils Gate to take revenge on humanity.

“I have no need for such fickle weapons of legend. My power alone is enough.”

He tossed the Moon Sword aside.

“You fool! If that’s how you feel, then you can perish along with her. The Moon blade is the only thing capable of hurting me.” The emperor explained.

Moon faced head to head against the Hundred Hands Emperor.

“Enough messing around, I want to face you at full strength. No holding back.” Moon pointed out.

“So cocky, yet if you wish to invite death early then so be it.”

The Emperor begins transforming. A hundred times as many hands burst into scene.

“So…this is your true form. Nice make over!”

“Now feel the wrath of my ten thousand hands.”

The emperor dives in for his final attack as Moon calmly stood by. His eyes close into a deep trance focusing his thoughts together.

“Celestial bodies and stars. The Moon is high and the sky is blue. This night is ours, so let our oceans cross as one. Be eternal and allow me to end this now.”

The emperor impacts Moon with his entire body. A smirk on his face as he saw blood rushing down from him. Suddenly a great crack split on his face. Parts of the emperor’s body begin breaking apart.

“What? Impossible, you’ve bested me? How!”

Moon casually walks away picking up the sword he tossed aside.

“True, this blade was only capable of hurting you. But there was never a rule stating you couldn’t hurt yourself. A simple after image in fact. You ran right into your own attack.”

The both of them were down for the count. He then shatters the Moon Sword in half confusing the emperor.

“You break your own people’s regalia? I don’t understand? Whose side are you really on? Tell me! Who do you think you are?” The emperor demanded.

Moon dramatically turns around one last time.

“I’m the Great Moon.”

The scene ends from there. To the present time in the year of 79. A young boy is interrupted in the middle of his reading.

“Still daydreaming again? Come on, you’ve been obsessing over these old stories for the last couple weeks. It’s time to get out more.”

“Katty! Give those back.”

Alistor, age 14. A student currently attending Emerald Jr. High. Past history, birth record and parents currently unknown. He was taken under the care of Sairori at the very young age. Raised by an infamous swordsman, he recently left to explore what the educational life had to offer.

“So how have this school life been treating ya?” He asked.

His long time best friend Katty, age 15, current roommate across his door. Has trouble getting dates and often left behind.

“I don’t think it will work out for me.” Alistor nodded.

He so far attempts to go to school, like a normal person fitting in society. He favored this over being with the old man.

“How come? Why is this not working?”

“Dunno, what I’m looking for was more for an adventure. I never knew where I came from and my parents are believed to be long gone.”

“Well you can always return back to Sairori.”

“What are you kidding me? No! He’s completely crazy, and no one likes him. He’s always bragging on about being ready for a monster attack. Everyone thinks he’s nuts. That’s the first reason why I had to leave.”

The two took a moment to look at the clouds as a small breeze pass by.

“What I think you need is a break. Come on let’s get some lunch or something.”

A moment later at the cafeteria…

“Yeah I’ll have the usual.” Katty replied.

The two are served their meals. From a ladle pouring some food into their bowl, they make their way to a table.

“Thanks Bamboo.”

The cafeteria cook Bamboo, age currently unknown. Has a deep passion for cooking and dreams of one day opening his own restaurant.

“So why have you been attached to these old folk tales? I know it’s entertaining but it can’t be true. They are long gone.”

“Well, that’s what I’m looking for.” Alistor admits. “Just to imagine what it was like during their time. The experience from their tales.”

“Are you serious?” Katty laughed. “Well I’m sure anyone would love an adventure, but nothing ever happens in Mathias.”

The two continue to talk on. Bamboo had the urge to listen in on their conversation.

“To just one time know what it was like before. If I could stand by their side maybe for just one day.”

They continue looking over the illustrations from the old stories.

“I’m just still wondering about the other missing half of Moon’s tale. I can only wonder how it really ended.”

Katty merely shrugged.

“All we know is the remainder of Moon’s tale was lost through time. Whether it was ever finished or not, no one knows.”

Bamboo creeps up on them interrupting their conversation.

“I’ve heard a rumor it was something bad. The way it ends is not what you think.” He briefly mentioned. “If the school life is not working you can always help out in the kitchen.”

“I think we’ll pass.” Alistor nodded.

The two went back outside. Katty immediately parts his way with him.

“I have something I need to do. Catch you later.”

With one wave he was gone. Alone, Alistor walks through the barren road mumbling to himself. A mysterious robed figure watches him through a screen.

“Yeah, I wish I knew how it was all like. I need some answers damn it. Anything will help, I just need a start.”

The robed figure continues to watch for a brief moment.

“Enough time has passed. The time is now and ready.”

As Alistor continue his walk down the road, he suddenly comes across a fortune teller stand. The robed figure kindly greets him.

“Seeking answers? I’ll see if I can help. Come close and gaze into my crystal ball. Take a seat Alistor boy.”

He cautiously approached the table to take a seat.

“Who are you? And how do you know my name?”

“The names Rare. Mr. Rare, and I make one of a kind items. Allow me to read you.”

The robed figure begins fiddling with his crystal ball. He takes a moment to look into his eyes.

“Yes, you are troubled. Indeed seeking answers to your origin. A desire for adventure. The thrill to relive those legends. I see all.”

“Are you serious? Tell me more. I must know.”

The ball begins to emit a glow.

“I see a potential future. Opportunities perhaps. Through a Labyrinth, you will rise up to a mechanized force. You shall cross paths with a silver maiden. On the way to the pillar, a great conqueror will stand in your path. All to end at Devil’s Gate.”

Mr. Rare’s words continue to mesmerize him.

“And my past? Tell me! I must know.” He demanded.

The crystal ball dims out.

“That is only half of it. The rest you must uncover for yourself. All will be revealed in due time.”

“But wait!”

Alistor grabs onto his robe.

“The reading doesn’t make any sense. What does this all mean?”

Mr. Rare pulls a mirror out from his pockets. A stylized mirror with serpents wrapping across. Five colored gems fixed inside.

“What’s this? A mirror?” Alistor asked.

“Ae you ready to accept your journey? The adventure, the danger, the romance. This is where it will all begin.”

He stares fixed at the mirror for a brief moment. Without hesitation, he reaches for the mirror in Rare’s hands.

“I accept!”

The moment he touched the mirror, a great light emits blinding him. He takes cover as it immediately shatters into five pieces. He opened his eyes.

“Mr. Rare! Where are you? Hey wait!”

Mr. Rare was nowhere to be seen. He suddenly feels a massive shake as the sky turns pitch dark. Thunder roars down as a great labyrinth slowly materializes in the air.

“What the heck is that?”

Somewhere high above, within a dark room... The Snake Emperor awakens from his deep sleep. A company full of demons in the shadows behind.