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Hi there, I'm Allysér and I write stories. I love to read books and such and that's why this idea came up into my head. I wanted to share it whit you guys, but I don't know id it's good enough. It's just a beginning. Note: It's a pre-chapter. Note 2: HUGE WALL OF TEXT ALERT Note 3: Sorry for grammar failings, but I translated it on Google Translate .
Oh and listen to this when you read this: [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0kGAz6HYM8][/url]
But anyways, here it comes:

[b]Soul Conquer[/b]
Silently he walked in the direction of the hearing screams, laughter and entertainment of the people. It was there where he should perform his duty. Although the wind blew, and it was cutting, he walked by, pensive but be wary, for the next setback.

Where he was? We do not know. We are normal people who try to explain life by mechanisms that we shoot into space, while we come a discovery that we are alone.
We as humans, do not know better than that this is the way it is. The dog that barks when he is scared, the cat, the neighbor, it all fits in the contemporary image of our standards.
But there is something which is wholly unknowable and beyond our idea is. That there are multiple worlds, beyond our vision. Those worlds where we know nothing of it, are incredibly close, yet invisible. Nobody can see them, because we are indeed different than people, creatures or whatever in those worlds.
But they do exist. And they come dangerously close.

He was engaged to his plans to plot on a conquest. Not that he had brought nothing, his whole plan was all death and destruction. No, he had prepared. He knew what he wanted. He would get it.

The sounds of the castle came closer. Joy and love filled the dark summer night. No feeling of sadness was in sight. In the run he went up the stairs, which joined the castle on the outside world. Still here, and it would have happened.
He stood at the door. With a flash he made him open, he stepped inside and with a psychopathic smile he went inside.

Screams. How quickly she could walk she did not know, but she knew what awaited her if she would run any faster. They walked past the castle walls, where death her dress had not lowered. She had the child with her. Each footstep by her count. Of herself, but also of someone else. If there still were.
No trace was in sight of the loving summer night. As if her nightly smile was lost to what was played. She could not keep them from screaming. The night had swallowed her.

Where was she? Not the night itself, which was again merged into dawn. She walked quickly.
'Arian, you hear me? "
Arian was shocked. She did not know there was someone.
"Stay away from her, I .. '
"You will protect her, that is your assignment." said the voice
Vague contours were replaced by a gray face, with a floating body. A spirit, Colder than Kelvin has ever measured, was her face. She looked at Arian.
"Where do they go?" Early Arian, who still chills tried to disappear by heat glow around her to make.
"She needs to Earth, she is safe."
"But they can not go there, you know .."
"Do what I say!" said the spirit.
"Marlinde ..."
Weepy eyes jumped against each other.
"You are no longer with me. How can I ever live without you? "
Marlinde looked at her, and her aura rose to a higher grade.
"I want you to bring her there. But they know you. You must also hide. And they ... "
Arian craved the answer, but it would never come.
Sound. Marlinde turned her head. "Bring her to the source, since they will have to go."
Arian nodded, and ran away.
Just before she turned the corner, she saw who had made the noise.
The lamp against the kasteelwan, began to fade, and making sounds that were inaudible to the human ear. But Arian knew what they said:

[i]Hear me, oh refugee.
I will protect you, you neglected.
Come into my arms, I'll release locks.
And if I have you
then I'll never let you go.[/i]

"Never in my life." Arian said, and ran in towards the dungeons. She knew if she turned around, she would never come back. Fallen forever.
The lamp began to deform. He stretched out his light on the dead who began to give light. From the darkness, he came, and cried to.