"I know how dangerous I am, do you really think I'll allow that sort of power go unchecked?" Celestia just stared at Cillen in complete utter shock.

Here before her now was the man who killed the man responsible for the monsters that had attacked her now destroyed home.

"Why..." It wasn't a question but a plead, "Why did you do all this?"

"..." Cillen sighed, "I'm not to blame for all this Celestia..." He paused for moment, "But I did kill the person who did, all I'm doing is cleaning up his mess."

"..." Celestia just gave him a hard glare.

"I didn't have a choice." He explained, "If I didn't you or anyone else wouldn't be here right now."

Celestia just remained silent, contemplating his words.

"Can you imagine it, Celestia?" He looked directly at her,making sure she could read every word that came from his mouth. "To be the very last one standing - the only living thing on a dying world, that could do anything and everything you could to stop those monsters getting through into your world and this one...and nothing you could do worked." Cillen paused for a moment, "They would have used that mirror...I believe you know which one. So I had to destroy it, I did it after Luna went through."

"...You did all that just to save my sister?" Cillen nodded.

"I took the last remaining weapon I had..." As if on cue a black spear appeared in his hands. "And I fought every last one of them, killing as many as I could. Some of the monsters I had killed had been friends and family once, with each one killed I forgot them, until there was nothing left of a shell of a man who was fighting an impossible war single handed."

"It was too late though wasn't it?" Celestia had asked.

"The planet had already began to be devoured by that false moon." He answered, "That's when I saw him...the one had caused all this."

"The original Memories Sentiment..." Celestia muttered to herself.

"You've been quite a pest to me boy!" A hooded shadow snarled out in a low deep tone, giving Cillen a glare with it's cold crimson eyes. "But I commend you for lasting as long as you have, I guess my thesis held some truth after all. Although not quite what I had expected."

"Fuck you!" Cillen roared, the Memoria that had surrounded him had given him and the hooded shadow a huge distance between them. "Fuck you and your thesis! I'll kill every last one of you bastards if I have to!"

Cillen rushed in and stabbed the hooded monster through the chest, only for him to be thrown aside as if it was nothing. The hooded shadow just laughed.

"It's useless, that pathetic element of yours wouldn't be enough to stop me even if you had the other five." The Shadow boasted. Cillen however was having none of it, and launched into another attack. Only this time the Shadow had brought out his own weapon - a vapor like scythe, and countered sending Cillen flying away into the ground. "Are you ready to race the reaper boy?"

Cillen got back up refusing to give up, regardless if one of his arms was torn off from that last counter.

"Time is running out boy, and soon this world will be truly mine!" The shadow hissed, "And soon so shall every other world out there. Think about it boy everything that ever was erased."

Something washed over Cillen, an emotion that had bubbling up from deep inside since the very beginning of this entire mess.

"I...won't..." He seethed quietly, "I won't..." he repeated over and over, "I WON'T LET YOU DESTROY I HOLD DEAR!!!" Cillen's roar echoed through out the vanishing valley. The winds howled, the storms raged, the earth shook and the sky began to crack and shatter with Cillen's rage.

"What?" The shadow hissed out.

The shadow and Cillen charged, scythe and spear clashed as the entire world around them fell apart. Blow after blow they rained down upon each other, each should have killed a mortal man a hundred times over.

"Tch..." The shadow cursed, "I guess the theory of being the last one of your species was correct after all, no ordinary human should be this powerful."

The shadow was cut short in his thoughts as Cillen threw him into the ground. The Shadow let out a howl of rage that blew Cillen away, he received a glare through the dust cloud.

"What!?" The Shadow screamed in outrage, "Boy what is the meaning of this."

As the dust cloud cleared, the Shadow could see Cillen was glaring right back. Slowly being encased in what looked like armor, but in the process Cillen was seemingly fading away and the armor was taking his place.

"Didn't I tell you?" Cillen said through quiet fury, "I said I would be putting everything that I am into killing you. Even if it means I won't exist anymore!"

"A vain effort." The Shadow mocked, and charged in once again.

The met each other blow for blow, neither could get the edge over the other for very long. Each clash of their weapons ruining the dying world around them even further.

Cillen was fading faster and faster with each passing second, and very soon there would be nothing left of him, but an armored husk.

In an almighty roar the Shadow clashed his scythe with Cillens Spear and broke it, throwing Cillen back from the sheer force and in one deft movement it was over as the Shadow had impaled Cillen with the broken spear.

Cillen fell to the ground lifeless, the Memoria howled in triumph and the Shadow just glared at Cillen's lifeless corpse and walked forward to his goal. A flash of life flicked before Cillen's lifeless eyes, a memory of woman, a locket, and a promise replaying endlessly as Cillen finally faded away.

A lone armored figure rose up from the ground, his very presence alone shattering the sky leaving nothing but a endless white void. The Shadow turned to face his now armor clad enemy, and let out a howl of frustration.

The armored figure walked forward without a word, his gaze never leaving the shadow once. The Memoria attacked intending to rip their victim to shreds, only to be erased from existence for the mere attempt to get close.

The broken spear that lay in pieces began to vanish and reform in the armored man's hands, the once brilliant blue spear became jet black and radiated nothing but malice and betrayal.

With a single swing the surrounding Memoria had vanished from sight. Bit by bit the world had faded away into nothing but a white void, leaving nothing but the Shadow and the living suit of armor.

"What are you?" The Shadow demanded.

The armored man stopped in his tracks and answered.

"The last wishes and will of a man now forgotten." The armor charged forward towards the shadow, grabbing him by the throat and tearing it out.

"No more of your lies..."

In another blink of the eye the armor had tore off both the shadows arms.

"Never again will you hurt another with those hands..."

Blow after blow rained down upon the shadow, each one for every person he killed, for every monster he created. The armor had no intention of stopping with the sheer brutality he was inflicting.

There was no weapons, no magic, and no word between them throughout the beating, only the sound of metal meeting shadowy flesh and pleads for mercy. What must have been hours or perhaps even days, months or even years flew by; who could tell in the endless white void they were both in.

All that was left was a single armored figure standing vigilant over a lifeless human body that was once the shadow. Left only to rot and fade away into nothing as the years countless years flew by.

An emerald armor clad woman walked into the white void, looking to stop her sentiment counterpart. Only to find a suit of armor that lay dormant, standing over what seemed to be the remains of someone if the blood stains were any indication.

"What drove you to this...?" She briefly wondered looking at the lifeless armor, "I see you killed the Memories Sentiment, but in doing so..."

The armor let out a loud creak as it began to slowly move little by little...

"L...L-L...L-Lu...Luna." A broken voice spoke from the armor. The armor turned towards the woman. "Y-y...y-you're...n-not...Luna!"

The rusted armor jerked forward slowly step by step, ignoring the woman.

The armor walked onwards into the distance and faded into the void, the woman knew this wouldn't be the last time she would see of the armor.

Each step the armor took the more life seemed to return to it, and a part of it's armor fell off it's body and faded away, revealing what was underneath bit by bit. More and more of the armor fell off and faded until there was nothing more but a hooded man who collapsed and fell into an unfamiliar world.

"That's pretty much all I can remember, anything before that is gone." Cillen explained, "I think you know the rest by now."

"I think there's more to this story..." Celestia stated, "I think the truth lies with your missing memories." Cillen agreed, but even then he knew Luna didn't have all of his memories, only her side of what had happened.

"My guess would be the time witch." Cillen shrugged, "But she isn't telling anyone anything anytime soon."

"I see." Was all Celestia had to say.

Author's Note

Well here you go the first part of Cillen's back story, or rather how he became the Memories Sentiment. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and a quick bit of trivia for you all to ponder.

"Have you figured out what the Betrayal Spear really is?"

• Silent out.