Author's Note: It's 4:30 in the morning and I decided to ramble off. Bear with me, this promises to be good by it's end. :D Please, review with any questions or comments.

The Legacy of a Dark Lord
Chapter 1 - Dream or Prophecy?

"This is the Creation. It is where all things are born."

"Who are you?"

"You may call me L-sama."

"Why am I here?"

"I have a favor to ask of you, Shabrinigdo."

I woke up in a panic, cold sweat dripping down my face as I panted from seeming exhaustion. Realizing I was still in my bed I laid back, trying to relax. I slowly closed my eyes, only to see her.

"Will you help me?"

"Of course, what do you need?"

"Balance."

"Balance?"

"The world is in turmoil, there are no absolutes. No good, no evil. The world needs balance."

"What am I to do?"

"I need you to be an Absolute."

"How?"

"You will know."

The sun was bright and the air was clean after the recent rain as I set out again the next morning. I had nowhere to go, but I had nothing keeping me, either. The dirt was cool and I walked without my shoes, enjoying the Spring to it's fullest. Morning was best. Daytime was the time when I was at peace, when I was not awoken by the dreams of the girl.

As I walked along under the aspen trees my mind peacefully drifted as memories and thoughts churned through my head like a slow but steady river of subconscious feeling.

I had begun traveling when I was very young, barely twelve years old. Orphaned at a very young age I had been taken in by a ranching family and felt I could not burden them longer than was necessary. I had set off to make a name for myself, something which I succeeded at quite easily.

A war had been brewing for quite some time in the north. Sensing the opportunity it brought I struck out for the battlefield where I carved my reputation out of the very enemy I fought. Flawless victory followed wherever I went, I was said to have the luck of the devil himself. Throughout the years I developed phenomenal skills in the areas of both physical combat and black magic.

As the war ended I once again was adrift and returned to my travels, which found me walking along this well-trodden trail in the foothills of a small mountain range. I had loved the war, a place where I could be primal and aggressive and was rewarded. I also, however, enjoyed the peace that my travels brought me.

After several hours the sun had nearly reached its zenith. My feet beginning to ache and my stomach beginning to pine for the contents of my knapsack I took refuge under a large shade tree at the edge of the path. It wasn't long before I fell once again into a troubled sleep.

"Your time is fast approaching."

"What am I to do?"

"You will know."

"Why me?"

"You have shown the greatest promise."

"When will I know?"

"Soon."