Hi there!

I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank all of those people who took the time and patience to read my story. I also want to thank you for all of the reviews you have all submitted for Battle of the Sacred Essences. My story would not be as successful if it were not for the readers. Thank you! I will be continue to work on this story to iron out any errors, typos and the rest but consider this fanfic complete. Please feel free to get in contact with me if you so wish via email, IM, PM etc.

I 've already had numerous emails and PMs about writing a sequel and tying up the loose ends I've left in the story...I won't say anything just yet, but I'll leave you with this little snippet below...

Thanks again to all readers. I truly hope you enjoyed my first ever fanfic piece



Teaser (work in progress; subject to alteration)

The city streets were deserted. Vehicles lay buckled and destroyed, scattered all over the place. The tall buildings, cracked and damaged, loomed over the ground like sinister giants in the dark night as the rain poured mercilessly from the heavens. There, in the darkness of this forsaken scene was a figure draped in a black hooded cloak, his face swallowed by the hood's depth and the poor light. His entire body was masked by the flowing cloak as he walked silently through the storm…alone.

Suddenly, the figure stopped. Something was wrong; he could sense it. A blinding flash of lightning tore from the blackened sky and struck the ground before him. Unphased, the figure watched as the ground rippled with a dark mist. Then, without warning, ghostly creatures began rising up out if the mist. Human in form but with glowing yellow eyes and wrapped in a swampy black fog. More and more of these bizarre creatures rose from the murky fog, surrounding the cloaked figure who remained calmly stood in the centre of the chaos emerging around him. He didn't seem to care as the creatures multiplied exponentially from the mist.

Within seconds, hundreds of these evil beings stood, encasing the figure in a tight ring. Escape was impossible. As the creatures eyes their target menacingly, wavering around unsteadily yet determined to seize their captive. The figure still stood unmoving although it was clear from the stance that fear was not the emotion on show. The first row of creatures hissed and threw themselves directly at him, launching their attack. With that, the figure finally responded. With a quick spin, he reached inside his cloak and drew his swords………