[Darc Crusada]

Raxion lay down on the floor and stared at the ceiling until he fell asleep. "Well welcome back Raxion." A wicked voice said. Raxion was having the dream again. He looked at the mirrior that housed the dark Raxion.

"Who are you?" Raxion asked looking in the mirrior.

The man laughed, "Still havent figured that one out?" He asked while shaking his head. "You will know soon enough Raxion," The man smiled wickedly.

Raxion sighed, "You are nothing but a dream so whats the point." He said.

"Wrong again... well i guess your right for now I am just a dream right now... But that will soon change my foolish friend," The man said again laughing.

And for the rest of the night that Raxion was asleep thats all he could hear in his dream was that maniacle laughter. It sent shivers down his spine and caused him to have a cold sweat.