A/N: Greetings everyone! It's been a while since I wrapped up Through Time and Twilight, and due to it's popularity, I decided to make a sequel. If you didn't read Through Time and Twilight, you won't understand much of what's happening. You can find a link to it under my list of stories in my profile.

The title is a little odd, so let me explain it a little.

Wyrd is an anglo-saxon belief that fate guides everything in the course of our lives. And considering TP's strong ties to fate, I thought that the title of something such as this would be appropriate.

This takes place five years after the events in Through Time and Twilight. The story isn't completly planned out, like my first fic, but I feel that I should give you the prologue, which has been done for some time. I find that so far, this fic has a much darker tone to it then my last fic, and will make you scratch your head a little more. Updates, I hate to admit, will also be much less frequent then last time.

But enough of my rambling. On with the story!

Prologue: Lost Treasures

Darkness. It covered everything in his path. The cold eerie silence of the night was like a shroud over his ears, muffling any suspicious sounds around him. He continued to cut through the underbrush like a madman.

"The ruins should be close," he thought.

He was walking through a thick forest, one that had been known for its dark and creepy secrets. No one had walked along it's path for quite some time with the recent troubles surrounding it. He was heading for the ruins of an old temple, abandoned long ago.

"Why he sent me here, I'll never know," the man thought again, darkness covering his identity.

He could feel he was getting close; his instincts told him so. He finally saw a small light from the trees in front of him. The light danced with an illuminating glow, beckoning the man to come over. He followed the light, stepping through the underbrush, his face exposed.

The light exposed the man to be a twili solider. The twili man had dark green eyes and wore standard issue solider gear. A plate of solid chain-mail armor, with metal greaves on his legs. He wielded no sword or battle axe, all he needed was his magic and a small dagger by his side just in case. He wore a metal helmet that had a long strand of metal come down the gap between his eyes.

The light marked the entrance to the ruins. The ruins, as suspected, looked like it had been abandoned for many centuries. Rectangular shaped blocks of stone made up the ruins outer appearance, the faded brown color on them showing the effects erosion had on nature's cinder blocks. All around the ruins grew various types of shrubbery. Vines and moss grew freely, giving the ruins of this once great temple an ancient appearance.

"He wants me to search this place?" the twili asked aloud, clearly unnerved by the frightening vibe of the ruins.

Seizing the nearby torch that held the light, he went into the dark and musty ruins, not knowing what waited before him.

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The twili could tell that there had been others who passed through here before him. Footprints could clearly be seen in the dirt trail with the light of his torch. Branches that stuck out between cracks in the stone walls were broken as well. It looked like what ever had passed through here last was in a hurry to get in to the temple.

"Or out of the temple…" the twili thought grimly.

The twili continued to press further into the temple unwillingly. He continued to use the footprints and other signs of life to guide him, hoping to not get lost in the temple's dark corridors. He needed to hurry; the fire from his torch was slowly dying out with the lack of fresh air.

Finally, it seemed that the twili solider had reached his destination. He stood in front of a big door, ancient twili writing on the front of it. It was written in an old and outdated form of the ancient twilit language, a testament to the ruins age. The twili solider studied the markings for some time. He could interpret some of the writing, but the main body of the message on the door was illegible to him. The only readable thing was an ominous message that read…

"The ancient spirits of Wyrd corrupts the mind of those who attempt to touch its dusty pages."

"Very nice," the twili solider thought sarcastically.

He knew he could not turn back now. His King told him that this mission was of the utmost importance. He remembered what he had told him two weeks ago in the royal court…

"I would go myself," he began, his deep blue eyes looking hard into his, "but I have to look after things while the queen is away on business."

"You will be given a considerable force to command. Twenty men to be exact. Find the source of the disappearances, destroy it if you can, and report back to me."

The twili nodded with satisfaction then. Twenty men seemed like more than enough to investigate the woodland area, where recent trouble had been stirring up.

Now, in the desolate ruins all alone, without any of his forces remaining, the solider was wondering what truly was behind the door in front of him. His forces were decimated by the treacherous terrain and strange beings of the forest that guards these ruins. He knew now in his heart, that these ruins had to be the source of the evil pervading the woodlands. He must not let his King down, especially considering how celebrated a warrior his King was. He had to answer a question for him, and for his people's safety.

What secret did these walls hold?

He was about to find out. Timidly, he moved his hand against the small runic symbol in the middle of the door. It was shaped like a key, almost calling him to touch it. As he did, the door lit up, blood red in color.

Suddenly, small spirits appeared everywhere around him. They were multi colored, transparent and lit up periodically.

The twili man didn't know what was going on. Suddenly everything in the ruins was reacting to this symbol, the appearance of the walls changing even.

"What sorcery is this?" cried out two men at the same time.

The twili solider gasped, fear creeping into his heart as he saw the image ahead of him. As soon as the twili solider had shouted, a spirit appeared, saying the exact same words. The spirit was not like the other ones. It resembled another twili man, one that was noticeably older than then him. He had grey eyes and wore a cloak of the ancient twili ages long passed by.

The spirit couldn't see the living solider it seemed. It completely ignored him, his eyes only focused on the door in front of him. The spectral image touched the door again in a panic to get away from the spirits about to surround him. The solider was too shocked to move.

Suddenly, the door made a sound. It creaked on it's rusty hinges, swinging open to reveal a big room, the direct center of the ruins. Both the spirit and the solider ran through the door, both ignoring each other, trying to get away from the glowing spirits in the hallway.

As soon as they entered the central chamber, the door slammed shut, causing a sigh of relief from both the ghostly twili and the solider.

The room was dark, the only light coming from an opening in the ceiling and the twili solider's torch. The light from the ceiling proved to be the more interesting of the two. It was shining a bright light on some sort of alter. On the alter was a book, with strange and alien markings on the cover.

The twili solider and spectral image looked curiously at the book from a distance, both of them slowly approaching it.

"I'm sorry, but that's off limits."

Both the twili solider and spirit turned to where the voice had come from. Standing in the shadows was another spirit wearing a cloak of the ancient twili. However, this man's robe was much more decorated and colorful. It was mostly purple, with orange and black symbols of power on it's front. His sleeves had small little feathers of various colors on it. But most intimidating about this man, was his eyes. Huge orange, beady eyes, his pupils green and black. The twili solider was shocked at this man's appearance.

"You," said the twili spirit, in it's ghostly voice, "What are you doing here?"

"Don't you remember?" the man asked, "After all, the king sent me into even further exile."

"For good reason! If it weren't for your roguish acts, the twili wouldn't be banished like this!"

The twili solider looked closer at the purple robed man. His pale skin certainly didn't make him look like a twili. Captivated by the spirit's conversation, he continued to listen.

"I would think that my acts were for the greater good," he said, an evil smile on the purple robed man's face. "Otherwise, we would never have amounted to anything."

"Those fused shadows of yours only gave us exile from the goddesses, and nothing more!"

"The fused shadows are hardly my greatest creation."

The twili solider was amazed. "This guy created the fused shadows?" he thought.

The purple robed man went on. "No, the book right there… that is my ultimate work."

The old twili spirit was starting to get angry. "Well I'm here for it! The King demands it!"

The evil spirit laughed mocking the man, "Oh dear, it appears that he'll have to be disappointed. You see, your not leaving here alive."

"What! You wouldn't dare!"

"You've seen Wyrd and it's pages… your fate has been sealed."

A blinding light went over the room, a beam of power hitting the elder twili spirit, destroying it on the spot, sending his spirit into tiny pieces.

"Wyrd hands me your life…"

The twili solider turned around to face the mysterious voice and found himself suddenly face to face with another twili, his pale, crazed yellow eyes looking into his green eyes. The twili solider tried to draw his dagger on the nemesis, but another blinding light came forth from yellow eyed twili's hands, sending the twili solider flying across the room, the cold shroud of death grasping him.

A/N: So that's the prologue. Don't know when Chapter 1 will be up. Reviews are welcome and appreiciated!