Legends, stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past. Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful. But he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction. The creatures of Grimm set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man’s brief existence to the void. However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change and in time, man’s passion, resourcefulness and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named, “dust”. Nature’s wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness and in the shadow’s absence, came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life. Even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone… darkness will return. So, you may prepare your guardians… Build your monuments to a so-called free world, but take heed… There will be no victory in strength. Team Caramel (CRML) C - Clay Cassiel (Shadowy) R - Rococo Aoki (ERode) M - Marigold Patel (RareSecret) L - Lavand Gias (Zombehs) Team Midnight (MDNT) M - Magnolia Cadenza (Winter) D - Desire Indo (Expllo) N - Niyol Tate (Sairoh) T - Tabitha Carabas (CasketCase) Team Peach (PYCH) P - Prussian Gerhardt (Angelic Fusion) Y - Yeurquin Ki (NewKingofDrangleic) C - Connie Magenta (White Angel) H - Hazel Grimhilde (redlemonaide) And now... the story starts here. This is how it will be told... for centuries. "Do you know what they're calling us now? The Grimm Reapers." the soft voice of a woman carried to her husband's ears across the room. The clearing of a throat, a sigh... then he spoke. "Let them call us what they will. By the time they've decided on a fitting name... The deed will be done." the man said, turning to the woman and holding out a hand, palm upright. Hesitantly, she took it and stepped closer to him, allowing the man to wrap a comforting arm around her shoulders. They stood there, gazing at their sleeping daughter with sad looks on their faces. After a few moments, the man spoke again. "Leave it. We must go." The woman rose her head to look at the man, and he nodded, releasing her from his hold. With small steps she went to the bed, her hand reaching out to smooth down the curly, unruly hair of the sleeping girl. Absently, her fingers caressed the soft ears that stuck out of the girl's head, and one twitched under the touch, the ear stretching out and then flopping back down in a relaxed state. The woman's lower lip trembled as she reached to the bedside table and placed a small slip of paper, a note, next to the plethora of jewelry that was scattered across the surface. The woman's gaze drifted back to her daughter who shifted in her sleep and caused the blanket to fall down. Soft snorts of amusement came from the pair as the woman knelt and picked up the blanket, returning it to the place it once was. "Tawny, come. We need to leave now, before sunrise." the man said, though it was clear on his face, even in the dim light, that he didn't want to leave. "Yes, I know. Just... a moment longer." she whispered, the woman's eyes growing glossy as tears welled up there. The woman lowered herself, bending through the knees until she was at a good height. Then she leaned in and kissed the girl on the head. Softly, she whispered to her daughter's sleeping form, unsure of the next time she would be able to see the girl again. "Stay safe, my daughter." A breeze flew through the room then, and the man and woman dissapeared in a flurry of brown, dead leaves.