Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec . . . Rushing waves beat back at the sands of a desolate seashore, the seemingly endless gold appeared to be sparkling due to the light of the morning sun, creating a beautiful scenery with the calm ocean. I'll be here . . . Then the vision suddenly moves forward, in a swift speed, leaving the golden sands of the seashore, filling the entire scene with the turquoise blue of the ocean, then becoming the light brown of a vast, dry desert. Why . . . ? A rainbow of colors quickly filled the scenery as the desert was replaced by a vast flower field, with the flash of a vague shadow of the face of someone with a scar between his eyes . . . Fithos . . . I'll be 'waiting' . . . here . . . A girl with shoulder-length black hair wearing a blue outfit with a long tail of cloth behind it stood amongst the flowers, her back turned . . . Lusec . . . For what? Wecos . . . I'll be waiting . . . for you . . . so . . . Vinosec . . . If you come here . . . Fithos . . . A flash of the girl in blue, raising her left arm slowly as if reaching for something . . . You'll find me . . . Lusec . . . The vision of the flower field was at once switched with that of the azure sky, the petals of the flowers blown by the wind flying through the air like birds in the sky, then changed to the flower field once again.... I promise. Wecos . . . A hand reached out to grasp a stray petal from the air, covering it entirely with its fingers. When the hand opened, what had been a red petal awhile ago was now a single, white, glowing feather. Vinosec . . . The girl in blue turned around to stare at the feather, as it was blown high in the air by the wind, her hand reaching over to push back her hair. Excitate vos e somno liberi mei Cunae sunt non . . . The petal was blown high above the azure sky, now turning into an angry shade of gray, as it disappeared within the dark clouds, with a flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali Somnus est non . . . Suddenly, a shining weapon shot through the haze from where the feather disappeared into, leaving a huge, gaping hole on the clouds. It slammed into the ground, blade first, revealing it to be a sword with a handle and guard like that of a revolver's, and a glowing mark shaped like a lion on its blade. The mist that suddenly appeared when the feather disappeared abruptly faded away, revealing the tall, modern buildings, a view from a modern city, surrounding the small crater the weapon had created. Rain started to pour down, as the sky rumbled once more, the clouds seemingly taking the shape of the face of a beautiful woman with a haunting look in her eyes, fading into an equally beautiful girl with long, wavy, honey-colored hair and bouncing curls. A black-gloved hand reached out and held the handle of the weapon, lifting it from the ground. The owner of the hand, a hauntingly handsome young man with a scar between his eyes garbed in black all over, gazed at the weapon as he slowly faded away and was replaced by another young man with the same scar, wearing a simple, white, long-sleeved shirt, folded at the elbows and tucked out of the khaki slacks he was wearing. He stared into the insignia of the weapon, his brown eyes filled with courage and yet, also with fear. With apprehension and acceptance. With love and hate . . . Surgite! Invenite! Raising the weapon towards the sky, the young man shielded his eyes as its insignia suddenly flared brightly, covering everything in a bright, white light that became a multitude of white feathers, with a glimpse of the girl in blue turning around beneath all the masses of white . . . Veni hortus veritatis . . . Then everything was suddenly plunged into darkness, except for a pair of red, glaring eyes, which blazed like fire, as a shadow of a woman with horns and black wings was clearly seen within them. Horti verna veritatis . . . The girl in blue turned towards her back, gazing at the distance, as if someone was calling out to her. A set of white wings sprouted from her back, scattering snow-white feathers in the air, as she fingered the ring that hung on a thin cord around her neck . . . Ardente veritate urite mala mundi . . . A view of modern Tokyo in nighttime, surrounded by dark, mysterious storm clouds that seemed to hover almost too closely to the tall skyscrapers in the busy city. Then, without warning, jagged bolts of white lightning danced across the sky and shot down on the earth, creating huge earthquakes. More followed as the city was rocked by multitudes of tremors, the mass of clouds suddenly beginning to swirl like an enormous whirlpool in the sky. Above the massive swirling of clouds, 4 pairs of long, aura-like golden wings suddenly sprouted from the eye of the storm. Deep within the source of the wings, a pair of golden, cat-like eyes glowed as a bolt of lightning streaked nearby, outlining a seemingly purple visage like that of a lion . . . Ardente veritate incendite tenebras mundi . . . Amidst the chaos of the burning buildings and collapsing roads and bridges, only one structure still stood . . .Tokyo Tower. As another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky near the tower, two shadows were seen standing on the observation deck. One of them was the young man wearing white and brown, carrying the gunblade in a ready stance, while the other one, was a taller, young man wearing a gray trench coat with a red, distinctive cross on the left sleeve, his face covered by the darkness of the night, his right hand carrying a weapon similar to the other boy held. Without warning, they suddenly charged towards each other, as the taller boy made a diagonal slash at his opponent, which was parried by a quick swing by the other, who then counterattacked with a low slice, which the taller one easily evaded. Valete, liberi . . . The fight continued intensely, both combatants fighting savagely, neither one getting the upper hand due to their well-balanced skills. Diebus fatalibus . . . Then, the taller one, having the advantage of strength and reach, suddenly made a strong sideward swipe with his weapon, catching the other young man off guard, who raised his weapon in a feeble attempt to block the attack and was thrown off towards the edge of the observation deck due to his opponent's strength. Only quick thinking and using his weapon for friction against the metal floor prevented him from a hundred-story drop, as the tall young man approached him, the blade of his weapon glowing in a strange, eerie, flame-like, red aura. Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec . . . Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec . . . The young man in white narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing in deep concentration as the blade of his own weapon also began to emit an eerie aura, a white, flowing light in contrast to his opponent's raging red. Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec . . . Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec . . . With a loud cry, the young man lowered his weapon and charged at his adversary, swinging the gunblade in a large upward slash, while the taller young man raised his weapon and brought it downward in a crescent-shaped arc. Seconds seemed to pass like an eternity, as both weapons slowly approached each other in a graceful, yet deadly motion. As the blades made contact, a fierce, blinding light seemed to grow from the impact, covering everything in a white, glaring blanket . . . A single, golden feather floated in a swaying motion downwards, leaving a trail of golden dust in its wake and came to rest on the white ground, a vague silhouette of the girl in blue was seen on a reflection on the feather, rushing towards the silhouette of the young man in white, arms outstretched, as the feather faded within the ivory background . . .