Long ago, there lived a civilisation now known only as the Ancients. Where they once stood and lived grew an empire built on the foundation of passion and values. But this was eventually put out by darkness that spread over the world. In the days that followed, anarchy reigned and the people of this earth strove only for themselves. Strife and destruction plagued this land, and wars broke out ever too often. What the Ancients had built were brought to the ground, with generations of history and culture ceasing to exist. There were some who tried to turn things around, who tried to change the bleak future, who tried to bring order and peace to this planet that humanity had forsaken. They tried, again and again, countless times, but they all eventually fell to the corruption and evil of these savages - “humanity” was no more, and the world began to crumble. In a small village that was almost secluded from all of the outside world, lived a group of children. Of unknown origin and heritage, they lived each day exploring their surroundings and living life like a pleasant game, with all worries thrown to the wind. These children were humans of great untapped potential and were untainted by the despair and evils of the outside. The Ancients were aware of these children, and recognised their potential to save the world, but they were running out of time. Their power was directly linked to the strength of the values that humanity had once held, but with the fervour of values diminishing, so too were their strengths. Their only hope was to pass on what little strengths and gifts they had left to these children, in the belief that they would one day vanquish the evil that plagued the world and restore peace. With their passing breath, the Ancients nurtured these children. Though they were neither as knowledgeable nor as powerful as the Ancients themselves, in them burned the desire to free humanity from the darkness. Granted with special gifts, they roamed the then-dying earth, putting a stop to the destruction and wars with ancient relics. These allowed them to revive and protect the world that reeked of strife and despair. But when the children came to the final stand, they had to face Darkness itself. The battle waged on for days without end, with many falling and nearly all of them being corrupted by Darkness. When Darkness was finally defeated, it was not a joyous day. Many of the children had fallen and nearly all of the relics were destroyed in the process, with the few that were left having been blown to the four corners of the world. At the end of it all, only three children remained, barely standing. They had defeated Darkness, but in that battle, something had stirred within them, and they knew that Darkness was not truly gone. They bickered for what seemed like years, over everything little thing that they could have a semblance of a dispute over, and eventually they parted ways. They established their own order and a system of values in great civilisations before they disappeared, never to be seen of or heard from again. It is said that only in times of great trouble, they would appear together to protect that which they had once protected, and to defeat Darkness once more. But no one had seen their eyes, eyes that had once experienced true Darkness. The eyes that would never again glisten as they once had in their youth.

• published: 04 Feb 2015
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