Ace Venx, another Warrior of Light, travelled the difficult path of one who uses Light as his weapon. His darkness usually involved that of a family known by the Lokar, but recently, Ace finds himself in much different surroundings.

Night Springs, a town with strange occurrences. Ace awoke on a road outside of the town. Trees were all around. The dark forests loomed over him. His purple pupils gleamed in the moonlight as he scanned the forests.

“Where am I?” He asked out loud, his English accent breaking the cold air.

Ace decided to walk down the road. Each step brought a subtle cracking of tiny bits of the road. He ran his hand through his white spiky hair. He was only 22, but his white hair came with his burden of being a warrior of light.

After about half an hour, Ace saw a sign in the distance. It didn’t take long to see what it said.

“Night Springs…” Ace read aloud.

Just then he heard a crunch of twigs to his right. Immediately, Ace looked towards the noise. He readied himself with a surprise that his Element was working. His expression changed.

“What the?”

A bright light shined onto him. He assumed it was Benediction.

“You must keep moving, warrior of light. The Taken are not far behind.”

It wasn’t Benediction. It was a new voice. It was younger sounding, with a bit of an echo. While Ace was in thought, he didn’t even noticed a man running at him from behind. The light faded from the sky.

“You will die now!” The man yelled, sounding distorted.

Ace’s eyes widened as he quickly ducked out of the way of the oncoming swing from the man’s axe. “Oi, mate! What are you doing?!” Ace yelled.

The man continued to swing his axe towards Ace. Ace decided to run towards the town. He looked to the sky, hoping for that light to reappear. It gave him comfort.

“Why are you trying to attack me?” Ace shouted back to the man chasing him.

The man didn’t reply. Ace noticed that he had a shadowy aura about him, almost similar to a Lokar, the last family of Dark Elementalists. Ace didn’t want to ask. Without his Element, he wouldn’t stand a chance against a Lokar. They were ruthless when it came to Light Elementalists.

Ace was much faster than the man. He had managed to lose him as he reached the town. He wasn’t sure how to take in what was going on. The town was primitive compared to his home. The buildings were only two or three stories tall, and the street was wide.

The first street light he came to started to brighten. Ace was used to bright light. His eyes didn’t wince or struggle looking at it.

“Standing in the light will help you. It will give you the power you need to defend yourself from the Taken.”

“Who are you? What are the Taken?”

“They were once people. They are now just puppets of the Dark Presence.”

Ace stepped under the street light. The light warmed him from the cold air. He felt his fingers tingle as he knew his Element was back. His hands lit up with the power of Light.

“The light will ward them off and break the power of darkness. It will make them vulnerable.”

Ace felt weight around his neck again. It was his pendant from his father. It was called Penance. It was his weapon of choice. Ripping it from his neck, it quickly transformed into his blade. He had to defend himself until he knew how to get back home.

“The Dark Presence is coming. You must be ready.”

Ace looked behind him to see a storm of darkness approaching from the road he entered from. The street light flickered and busted. Ace looked up and then looked back to the storm. His left hand lit up with his Element and his tightened his grip on Penance.

“I’m always willing to fight the darkness,” He said with a smirk.