Heta Survivors

One born of human flesh...

Man is now a race of some power.

You, son of man,

Must face that power that you hold

And you must face your destiny as well...

In a little closed area with unclean dirty cemented stairs, it lead down to a tunnel, where many, and thousand of peolpe where standing and walking as a train pulled into  stop, letting passengers on and off. A young boy was humming a sweet tune as his short auburn hair glistened in the light, his curl at the bottom bounce lightly as he begin to take his steps softly. He had a smile on his skin as his eyes looked closed. He was wearing a dark blue V shirt with a dark blue jacket, it was cuffed at the bottom of it sleeves. His pants were a long, the style of plaid was on the pants a three blind or white, black, and gray as his boots were shiny black. He suddenly stopped walking as he opened his eyes to reaveal a amber color, looking down he heard a slight 'buzz' noise as he put his hand in his pant's pocket and pulled out a phone with the cover of the Italian flag. He opened the phone and smiled as he clicked answer as he put the phone to his ear.

"Ciao!"

"Herro Feli. I just got an emair from Berwald. He wants to know if we can hang out tomorrow." a soft monotone voice said as it had a hint of japanese in it.

"Berwald? Isn't that a Ivan's cousin? I should a be free tomorrow." Feli or known as Feliciano Vargas said as he smiled happliy, chatting the way on the phone with his friend.

Through your days be peaceful,

The fated tine draws near.

I am your judgement.

I sundered the tongue of your fathers

And shattered their ingroant power.

In town a there where two men. One looked as though he was a rock star. He had blond hair as he face had a sad look, his eye brows had four stripes into it the top on, on both sides of his face, seemed to he a half of the other full three. He wore a orange hankerchief around his neck as he wear a green T-Shirt with an england signed on it, along his his brown jacket. His pants were as brown as his jacket as he wear brown boots. Around him he had a red guitar witha blck stripe. Facing towards him was a man with blond hair.  His blues eye looked around the area as he seemed to be just watching and listening. He wear a brown vest with a white shirt and a black tie, his pants were brown, and wore brown boots. The other blond looked down as he sighed, his green eyes looking towards the pavement.

"Bloody hell...I can't do this.." he said, his voice rang in with the voice of a britain.

"What was my brother thinking when he gave me this song?"

The other blonde man smiled slightly as he pat his back. "

"HonHonHon. Do not frete my england friend!" said the blue eyed man, his voice had a hint of french in it.

"Just take your time, 'The language of song is boundless' Do what your heart tells you." he said as the englandmen just kept looking towards the ground, nodding softly.

So long as the lords does not live in you,

All human beings hold darkness

In their hearts.

Else where in a uknown place hanged green thin viens circling around a giant blue crsytal. THe mixture of red, green, and white were place around the gem. A young boy with blond hair with blue eyes, fixed his glasses as as his curl moved slightly. He wore a long black jacket as his red and white shirt had a small maple leaf on it. He ore black pants, on each side was another maple leaf, along with his red and white shoes that, at the tip of the shoes, had another maple leaf on it. In his arms was a small doll like polar bear. With the young boy was a man with blond hair, he had blue eyes as well as glasses. He wore a long blue jacket that reached to his knees. His shirt was black as wore blank pants with black boots, his hands wore covered by black gloves as he looked at the small boy before.

"The 'Summoning Vessel' is complete. Will you continue to lenf your strength?" the young boy with the maple leaf said, his voice was really low and shy, but yet sweet.

The other blond man just looked at him. "I've done nothing. The primal common tongue summoned them." he said, his very was somehwhat deep.

"Besides..I followno god." he said as he nodded to the young boy who nodded back and began to walk out of the room to a deep dark tunnel.

If you truly wish to be yourself,

Then rise and fight the darkness within...

The demon inside.

If you have the will to challenge

Your destiny of battle, son of man,

State your name.

There was silent in the world of darkness, the voice of the strange man only utter the name, the name of the son of man.

Ivan Braginsky

As he proclaims...this world,

Created by seven days, shall be destoryed

By the sounding seven trumpets.

You who have a will

Fear the numbers your eyes shall see.

Fear the time left....