The Legend of the White Warrior

               In the Gorose Galaxy, on a Planet called Rayne, lived a warrior race, the Raynians. The Raynians were ruled by their King, King Rayne, and their Queen, Queen Moine. The two of them were beloved by their people, each of them respectively known as elite Warriors throughout the universe.  The only person more loved was their son, Prince Laraniss. Laraniss was born with unusually high energy readings, a genius of sorts. He easily made his way through the elite ranks by the age of 7, winning battles became second nature to him, and he had never known defeat, not even from his father.

               On the Prince’s 10^th birthday, a man in a black cloak attacked the Raynian Palace, easily shredding through the guards and blowing down doors as he approached the throne room. The royal family sensing his presence awaited his arrival, each one smiling, preparing for battle. The Raynians live for battle, nothing satisfies them more. With a loud “CRASH!!” the doors flew open, in came charging the man in the cloak, his face completely covered, all you could see were his orange eyes. An orange aura surrounded his body as he made his way directly for the King of the Raynians himself. The cloaked man reached back to unleash a blow directly to the kings jaw, but with a loud “CLAP” he was stopped, and unable to move. Before he could reach the King with his attack, the young prince had grabbed the man by his wrist, and with his tight grip the stranger was on his knees. A red Aura surrounded the Prince’s body as the stranger writhed in pain, just from the Prince’s grip.

               “Please, Release me, I mean you no harm!” yelled the stranger as the Prince held onto him. The king stepped towards the dark stranger, and reached for his hood, as his fingertips touched the cloth he was shocked to find that he could not touch it. The man suddenly became transparent, and calmly stood up, King Rayne suddenly noticed that Laraniss no longer had a grip on him. In all of his battles, he had never laid witness to such strange power.

               “Who are you?” bellowed the King.

               “At this point in time, my name is of no importance; the only information about my being, that you may currently know is that I am a prophet.” Said the prophet, as he rubbed his wrist trying to forget the pain that the 10 year old Prince just inflicted on him, by his grip alone.

               “Ok then Mr. Prophet, explain to me how you mean us no harm, after cutting down my palace guards, and attempting to challenge  me in my own throne room. Because at this moment, I’m having trouble believing you.” Said the king in a condescending voice.

               “My apologies your highness. I needed to confirm the strength of the boy. You see, I have had a vision, and in order for that vision to come to light, a certain chain of events must come to be. ” Answered the Prophet.

               “Of what events do you speak?” Laraniss replied.

               “Your power, for starters. I needed to see your strength, the other was that you would stop me, and no one else in this room.” The Prophet answered with a coy smirk. He had finally garnered the Royal family’s attention.

               “Okay, you’ve got our attention, Mr. Prophet.” Spoke Queen Moine as she sat in her throne.

               “You honor me with your words my queen.” The Prophet said with a bow.

               “You are no Raynian, therefore she is not your queen.” Interrupted Laraniss, pointing his finger at his mother as the Prophet bowed.

               “Hmm, are you sure about that Prince?” The prophet quickly answered, as if he knew the Prince would say those words exactly. The Prince stood dumbfounded; no one had ever interrupted him in that way, especially not after they were begging for mercy just moments ago. “But that explanation is for another time, as I said before, I have come to warn you of a vision that I have had, that involves you Prince.” Said the Prophet to cut the tension.

               “Well then speak, I still haven’t decided whether or not to kill you, and I’m leaning towards the latter at the current moment.” King Rayne bellowed.

               “As you wish. The vision that I speak of is one of great strength, and turmoil. There is a great threat coming to Planet Rayne, and if all events happen according to plan, you will no longer rule this Planet.” Spoke the prophet.

               “In case you hadn't heard, we welcome all challenges Prophet.” The Prince interrupted, with a smile. He had been waiting to interrupt him since his earlier interruption of him.

               “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear.” Said the Prophet. Again Laraniss was dumbfounded; he had hoped that his interruption would upset the Prophet as his did he. “In 3 years time, a young man will be sent here to destroy you Prince, and take your home from you. Before hence, you will fight many battles, because after today, you will be known as the most powerful warrior in the universe.  If all events unfold accordingly you will defend the universe from a great evil. This evil will threaten to place the entire cosmos in darkness and despair. You will glow an Angelic white glow and carry the only two God made swords as one. That is the vision that I spoke of.”

               “So all I have to do is beat this guy who is coming to destroy me? That sounds easy enough.” The Prince replied with a laugh. “So father, what do you suggest we do with him now that he has explained why he came here?”

               “We fight him…if we lose, he may leave freely. That is our way.” The King Answered.

               “I’m afraid…that won’t be happening.” The Prophet replied. He then began to fade away with a black fog; in a matter of seconds….he was gone. The Royal Raynians stood in awe as to what they had just witnessed. They had never seen powers such as these before…who was he? Was he really a prophet…or is there something else happening? Perhaps…that is the question that lies with the Legend of the White Warrior.