The Beginning...

[Hannibal King]

His boots made a loud thumping sound with each step he took. He had decided to take a nice long walk, to just get his mind off Nailana's funeral. She was gone but not forgotten. He was unsure of how long it would take him to move on, but at the present time part of him didnt want to. He sighed and walked past the shaft, it was the same as when he and Fenrir had entered and returned from it. He was about to make a turn, when something pulled him back. He was unsure of what but whatever it was it was strong. He looked inside mometarily, and then he heard it. It was a voice and it was coming from deep in the shaft. He blinked wondering if anyone was in trouble. He sighed inwardly and hurried inside. He took one of the lit torches and started maneuvering himself inside. He had made much deeper into the cave than he had before he and Fenrir entered back in time. It felt like he was going in circles. He could still hear the voice but it was changing tones so many times hewas unsure of what was calling out. Something was much different in this trek into the Shaft. There was a completely different sense and aura. He was tired from his little journey and turned to start back out of the shaft, when he saw a light. He turned, and right behind him a doorway had opened. There was so much green in the scenery, and it was somewhat serene. He blinked, but shook his head, he knew he couldnt enter. Not now, not when his children needed him. He turned to start back, but the path was no longer there. There was no way to return, there was no way to go back. He turned around and looked at the scenery. He couldnt understand what was going on, but it soon dawned on him, that this somehow was a part of his destiny. He sighed, and looked down. He really had wished to be there for his children, and now, eventhough he wanted to be there was no way back. He sighed, and stood infront of the light. Fog started to appear from it. He looked back, still no path. In the back of his mind he knew that from this trip there would be no exit back. He sighed. "Let it be how it's meant to be then." He set a foot inside and soon disappeared within the light. He was about to begin his journey 3,000 years in the making, 3,000 years in the past.

[Tyr "Ripper" King]

He followed Hannibal and lost track of him several times and frowned. He worried for the man who had pretty much started raising him as his own son and could hear several noises, but felt a draft of bitter cold wind. By all means, he knew he had to avoid it and started up another way, and sighed, he was lost in this horrible place, and then he heard a woman's voice and closed his eyes."Please...just let me find Hannibal..." He walked blindly for several seconds and found himself deep in a fog and what felt like hours, he walked and walked and finally, he saw Hannibal and called out to him, but there was no answer. The scene of Hannibal entering the green filled doorway replayed, and he realized he was watching a splice in time, a repetition and wondered what it meant. He walked forward, but was stopped, he wanted to go to where Hannibal was, he pounded against the fog, and screamed in rage, and then finally, a heavy pushing began behind him and he found himself up against the wall of fog and watched again and again as Hannibal walked through and then his body was pushed through the barrier and he felt himself fly out as Hannibal walked in and disappeared. Getting up, his lips bleeding, he edged closer and looked into the doorway that was still open. As he did so, he felt the strangest thing, it was as if someone's foot had kicked him in the back and the next thing he knew, he was sent forward and enveloped in darkness, hoping and praying he would go somewhere safe, somewhere nice, not back to the horrible place he knew, and that wherever this place was, that he would be beside Hannibal, and they would be together, facing whatever was about to happen.