(( I decided to come back. I hope you guys don't mind. Oh and thanks for the idea Zenith-. ))<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Glaive's Second Prologue/Flashback One Day Ago (This part can be skipped)</span><br/>The door swung shut, but a cold wind had blown into the tavern. Several of the locals looked up a Glaive who was draped in a dark cloak, but they didn't stare for long. A wide variety of people of different sorts came through here all the time, and to them Glaive seemed about as common as anyone. Glaive purchased some basic supplies and made himself a fixture of the room for a time, waiting until nobody knew or cared what he was doing. Then he slipped into the backroom and down the staircase.<br/><br/>Though he had never been in this place before, he had heard from others where to seek the one who would teach him what he wanted to know. There, in the dark storage room under the tavern, he found barrels of aging whisky and ale. The place smelled dry and bit stale, but there was something else hovering in the air; an almost imperceptible hint of intensity.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" a voice queried from the darkness. The voice struck him as odd because he couldn't distinguish whether the voice was female or male, yet at the same time it contained traces of both genders.<br/><br/>"I come as someone who wishes to learn," Glaive said to the shadowy figure near the wall. "I have already begun my journey, but there is much still that I do not understand. Others have said that you are a person who can help me."<br/><br/>"We must all help ourselves," the other said while stepping slightly forward. "Yet," it added, "I can guide you toward greater things."<br/><br/>The stairs above them creaked for a moment, sounding as if someone was about to descend. Glaive reached behind his back and pulled out his sword. Nothing approached; it was merely some buffoon upstairs who had wandered too heavily on the floor.<br/><br/>Glaive smiled as he put his sword away. "I am ready."<br/><br/>"Good. Now if I may see your sword?" Without waiting for a reply there was a snap of the fingers and Glaive's sword suddenly appeared in the hands of the stranger. Whispers and murmurs were then heard and the floorboards began to creak and shake beneath Glaive's feet. Glaive stared at his sword in wonderment as it began to glow and twist into shapes. Then everything went silent. "I have enchanted your blade to better suit you. The blade is more slender and light and has a different design, but it's true power lies within. Use your electric abilities and you'll see what I mean." With another snap of the fingers Glaive's sword was returned to its original position.<br/><br/>"How did you know about my abilities?"<br/><br/>"That is not important as of now. There is someone I would like you to find. His name is Zen, and like you he is also new to our group. I'm afraid he has strayed a bit from the path I put him on and so someone needs to go and remind him. Use physical force if necessary, Glaive. Yes, I know your name." Then the stranger stepped back deeper into the shadows. "We'll keep in touch."<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Present Day</span><br/>Hidden by the shadow of a great stone statue at the peak of a skyscraper, a lone figure prowled. His hooded cloak blended so completely into the darkness, he seemed just a layer of black upon black, no more visible than a raven against a starless sky.<br/>Except for his eyes.<br/>Pale blue, they shone vibrantly against his dark surroundings. They were lifeless and stale with no pupil to be seen. The figure grasped his cloak at its neck, holding down the hood, whenever a fierce gust of wind whipped across the land, piercing even the slim cracks in the statue.<br/>As the cloaked figure looked out from the shadows, he peered down at an enormous naga that seemed to have an interest in a dark figure with a sword at his side. Though it couldn't be seen, Glaive grinned in triumph.<br/><br/>"At last I found you Zen."