I've been working on starting this for a while. This is the origin of Anison. Not the version of Anison in WCQ though. The original Anison.
Twilight's Origins
"I've been waiting."
"How long?"
"Too long."
"Is it really that bad?"
"Yes."
"You have what lots of people want."
"Who would want this?"
"He would."
"Oh, him..."
"How did it start?"
"With pain."
"How will it end?"
"With joy."
"Why?"
"Because He's waiting for me..."
Prologue
Cold stone was all the mysterious cloaked figure could see and feel in this dark passage, there wasn't a doorway and yet...
'Maybe on the other side...' He stepped through a rippling wall that was once cold stone.
* * * *
More dark, cold passages; more rippling, stone walls; then light. Torches in sconces lined the walls in the domed, round room the now more illuminated figure had stepped into. A small stone bench sat alone in the middle of the room, and on it sat an old woman.
"It's been a long time," the old woman began. Her voice held an ancient power to it of more years then it appeared she could possibly live. She coughed.
"Aye," said the figure,"long enough for me to redeem myself." He stepped forward throwing back the hood of his cloak, reveiling a head of silver hair and silver eyes.
"You have a lot that still needs redeeming," the old woman said.
"How much?"
"More than you're willing to admit."
The figure was silent as the old woman looked him over. "You still retain your youth," she said," but you seem tired."
"I'm only tired because of what I am," the young man said,"I'm older than you think."
"How much older?"
"How many lives have you?"
"Oh..."
"Yes, but I'd be older if I aged while time stopped."
The old woman looked at him with sypathy as she said,"You know as well as I do that-"
But the young man cut her off. "I might not physically, but my spirit is but a shadow." They sat in silence for a while until a bolt of lightning shattered it.
"Something's coming Anison, we both know it," the old woman started.
"Yes, but I would have to be the one to deal with it," Anison said.
"Not just you," the old woman started.
" Then who else?" Anison asked haughtily,"You, the people of this world, of this generation? They can't combat such power. You and I both know it." Anison's cloak billowed and a feather floated to the floor.
"Only you believe that Anison," the old woman replied calmly.
"These people can't keep from hurting themselves, what makes you think that they can stop the menace that bears down on this rock?" Anison yelled.
The old woman looked up at him. "Faith."
"Faith?" asked Anison," What is faith when there's nothing to believe in?"
"Who says I don't believe in something?"
"What can you believe in? Nothing not even you or me."
The old woman just sat there and stared at the cold, stone wall.
"You know why I'm here," Anison began.
"Yes, but the answer is no," the old woman said,"You'll not desert this planet in it's hour of need."
"Haven't I waited long enough?" Anison roared,"Isn't this enough for you?"
"We've both waited long enough Anison," the old woman said,"But I won't let this planet die."
"What about your faith?" Anison yelled. The old woman just sat there. "What do I need to do?" Anison asked. Again, she just sat there. "WHAT DO I NEED TO DO?!?" Another feather fell to the ground, this time it was on fire. The old woman followed it to the ground with her eyes. Moments later she picked up the its charred remains. She covered the feather in her hands. A bright light shone from underneath. She removed her hand to produce a small crystal.
"This will help you repent," she said as she handed the crystal to Anison.
As he took it Anison asked," What do I do with it?"
"You will know when the time comes."
Anison put the crystal away and they stood in silence again. Another bolt flashed.
"I'm dieing Anison,"
"You can't I might not be able to find you next time."
The old woman coughed.
"I'm sorry," With that she slumped and fell to the floor. A yell could be heard miles away as a ball of light consumed the tower the lightning danced around.