"Dr. Jones, over here! I believe we've found something," said a young intern to a lady who was studying a rock. She ran over to the site and bent down to see what they had found. It was a small ceramic bottle. It was black in color, on it were five symbols. One was a stylized lightning bolt in a circle. One held a crescent moon and a star. One held a yin-yang with no dots. One held four squares. One had a triangle with three lines.

   "I've never seen these markings before. Open it," said Dr. Jones. She was handed a small saw and she began to cut off the top. No sooner did she make the first cut, did the bottle begin to shake. It exploded in a burst of black light. Dr. Jones stood there, stunned, as did every person at the site. The black light flew between the people. As it past them, it took in their energy, causing the person to drop dead. After collecting the energy of everyone there, the light began to mutate. It grew long, slender, pale legs and delicate, pale arms. Long black hair fell down its back, to the waist. Its black eyes glistened in the sun. Its lips curled back into a smile, revealing small fangs. It laughed high and shrill. It brought its hands up and admired its delicacy, twirling the fingers with long, blood red nails. It brought the hand up in front of its face. The nails grew into claws as it said,

     "Stigma's back, and this time, she won't fail." She looked around her surroundings.  "I must find the new wearers of those blasted armors and destroy them. Hariel and his friends may have resisted me, but I doubt these new ones will be able to stop me." With this she let out an evil laugh. Her body began to shrink down to the size of a small bird. She raised her wings and flew off.

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     Blake sat up in his bed with a start. His aquamarine hair was stuck to his head with sweat. He looked over at his desktop. A small silver orb sat there. He laid back on his pillow.

    "Dad, you said that this was important. That I should always be reliable and never lose this thing. I think you were right. Something's coming and I am going to have to find the Ronins and help them. I hope that I won't be too late," he said to himself in the darkness. He closed his eyes, but opened them again. He reached up and grabbed his orb in his hand. Still holding it, he fell back asleep.