This is a story of a Weapon Master who lived his last four years of his life within the shadows. This story told the tale of how the Weapon Master was forced to move to another world. Not a second world but a third. Forced by a traitor within the group. Many battle, many trials and the choices he made, may change him over time. This is the tale of Asarirn Nightlyis, The Weapon Master.

Asarirn Nightlyis stood there, what appeared to be a dark void. Asarirn wore a black coat that covered the whole body with a hood that covered his face. The coat had some dark red trim, the bottom of the coat, the edge of the sleeves, the edge of his hood, and along the middle of the coat. He looked around of his surroundings. He noticed, from a distance, about four girls on the black ground. One of them, struggled to get up, while the rest seemed to be unconscious. Asarirn's immediate reaction was to run toward them in order to help them.

Asarirn sprinted toward the group, with great speed. As he approached the group of girls, Asarirn saw the girl, that was struggling, was wearing a black blouse and a black skirt with red trims. It appeared that she wore a red cloak with a hood. She looked a couple years younger than the rest of the group. Her hair was black with red streaks towards the tip. The fear in her silver eyes, as Asarirn approached her, told that she doesn't want to die today.

Asarirn looked at her, behind his hood, into her eyes, as he stood there. Before he could say anything, he sensed a sword swung toward him. He, in an instant, summoned his ice sword, Ice Weaver, blocked the incoming swing, and seemed like it happened in a flash. The moment, Asarirn saw his opponent; he was surprised to see another member of his group. The mysterious person was wearing the exact same coat as Asarirn. Asarirn knew better, it's one of the same ranks as him, one of the eleven members. But the weapon, the person was wielding was some kind of black demonic blade. Asarirn felt he had seen that blade before and questioned. Who is he and why am I fighting my own member and who are these girls.

Asarirn must know who's the mysterious person was, he attempted to ask that question but, to his surprise, he said a totally different thing. "You should know by now, how strong I am."

That cause Asarirn to be surprise of what he said, still holding back against the attacker. That's not what I'm going to say. What is the hell is going on?

"You know very well that you will die doing so," responded the mysterious attacker.

"Well I guess you don't know me well enough," Asarirn said jokingly without thinking. "I will protect them, no matter the cost and even it will cause me my own life."

"I guess, you have changed."

By that respond, Asarirn managed to knock the attacker's blade away, enough for him to perform as series of combos at the attacker. But the attacker managed to recovered quickly and blocked and parried all of his attacks. Asarirn finished his barrage with a powerful swing of his blade. Powerful enough to knock the blade away, once more, to cause an opening which he immediately kicked straight into the mysterious person's chest. That kick was powerful enough to cause the attacker to be thrown back at a good amount of distance onto the ground. Asarirn assumed that the mysterious person was defeated.

Asarirn was still confuse as ever. Not matter, how much he struggled for control. His body turned on its own toward the frighten girl. He reached out his hand toward the girl. What the hell am I doing, I don't even know her. The only he said to her was, "Don't worry, I will make sure you are safe."

Asarirn knew that something was wrong as the mysterious girl's silver eyes widen in shock. In that moment, the demonic sword was plunged into Asarirn's back and out through his chest. Asarirn couldn't sense the attacker presence at all. What the hell just happen…? He said as the blade pulled and then he felt his body fell to the ground. Asarirn mind slowly fade, just wondering how could this happened and why. The last thing and the only thing that ended was a scream, a scream from the mysterious girl.

The instant of the scream, cause Asarirn to jump from his dream; more like his nightmare. He immediately sat up and clenched his chest, followed by heavy breathing from him. He knew better, it was the same dream again, but not just the same dream, but fate's dream.

Fate's dream acts like a vision into the future but it can only foretell your death. The dream will happened multiples times, sometimes you remembered them and sometimes you don't. The dream can change. However, you will not know when or how, exactly you die but know the events will lead up to that point. Your Death…

Asarirn just sat there wondering, what could have happened that led up to that point, the mysterious four girls, the Mysterious traitor, and his death. He continued to sit upon his bed, pondering about the events. He wore only his pants that he slept in. Asarirn looked young, seventeen to be exact, have sort of long messing black hair. He has brown eyes which have some strange writing over his right eye and some on his cheeks. He clenched his fist and slammed it on the bed and muttered something, which was, "Fate is not on my side…"

Author's notes: First fanfiction that I ever written. So, expect many changes. I can't really tell if this chapter was short or long. Well, I can't tell. But, anyway, the first few chapter is going to be slow. I hope many enjoy this.