Hallucinations

It had been a long time. Since the days of battle with demons, since the days of his free wanderings of the land. Sylus sits alone in the observatory of his ship. He looks out the large skylight at the stars above. He wonders, what the hell have I been fighting for? I have battled Demons, evil wizards, dragons and above all... The Demon within. And for what? Was the world any different? Had he made a difference? Children still starved in the street, slaves still suffered under the whips of their cruel masters, and evil still lurked in every dark place. What the hell has he been fighting for? *Snap* Once again his mind began to reel, his sanity collapsing in on itself. He watched as the stars began their dance and moved across the sky of their own accord. The walls of the room seemed to breath. He stood and ran from the room, but the floor and hallway began to twist and he found himself falling through an endless darkness. Finally the darkness receeded... He could feel he was not right, the world around him was fake... The voices came then... " Your such a failure.... I cant beleive your my father... You always fail! "Oh stop feeling sorry for yourself... Suck it up and accept life..." " You will give in to me... You must... Its your destiny... Your far too weak to stand against me!" "Father.... I was afraid ye would never return to me.... That my prayers were in vain" So many failures... The walls closed in around him and he panics ... Thrashing about madly, calling upon his divine power and finding none to call upon against these... Phantasms.. And then.... In the darkness... He sees a light. The soft glow of red and green... In his mind he hears one voice... The voice of a single unknown person. A Rose Knight Stands against evil, in all its forms... In any place. Then more voices join in reciting the code of the Rose Knights. No matter the odds, no matter the danger, the Knights stand true and united against the forces of darkness. They protect the weak, and the helpless. They redeem those who can be saved, and those who are lost to evil... Find peace on their blades. Compassion is their weapon, Courage their armor, and they draw their strength from the love and purity of the innocent. when he came to he was in the library, the crest of the rose knights burned into his palms. He knew what he must do. Gathering himself he moves to the desc... and begins writing the call to arms for the last hope. He writes a calling... to the hearts and minds of those who will be.... The Knights of the Rose