In a dimly lit cell, the air is damp and hazy. The steel walls were outgrown with weed, plants and tree roots. Through a small opening in a corner of the cell, moonlight entered and shone upon the interior. There were sand sacks ,kept in a corner, arranged to make a bed. The bars of the prison were ice cold as if devoid of heat.

In a cold night, there was an eerie silence in the world.

Then as if to instill the sound, heavy and fast footsteps approached. Steadily they reached with the clattering of armor and weapons. In the numbing cold, several balls of fire emerged. Beneath them there were many soldiers armed in full metal armor with different deadly weapons in each hand. In front of the group was a man dressed in fine white shirt and black jeans complemented with a red jacket over his shoulders.

His black hairs were disheveled and his golden eyes looked cold and merciless. He had an air of nobility to him accompanying his arrogant poise. He looked handsome like no other person in the world was more attractive than him.

The group continued its march, down the corridor and towards the only cell at the floor.

Soon the group reached its destination. Dense fog made it hard for them to see what was inside the cell.

Then the man in lead said, " Are you gonna sulk there forever? "

There was no response. But it seemed that the man was prepared for that. He continued, " Just die already then. What's the point of giving others hope if you are already a living corpse? "

The man became a bit annoyed and frustrated then he said raising his voice, " You are pathetic. A disgrace to Saints. The former Saint, Moonstar. "

Then as his voice echoed, the fog dispersed. The empty cell came into view. Facing the bars, layed a disheveled figure with its head down, in the darkness. Two tiny golden balls burned in that darkness as his eyes stared at the the man in front.

Both sides continued the confrontation. Then the man behind the bars closed his eyes again, announcing his silence. The man outside the cell, said in a monotonous voice, " Take him for the execution. "

The man then turned around and was about to leave. But he stopped in his tracks and said, " You know, I hoped somewhere in my heart that the Saint I once knew would return and put an end to it. But I was wrong... Annhilator of the past, The former Moonstar Saint has now become just a tale of a fallen star. Farewell my friend. I hope you find peace after your death... ".

The voice almost broke at the end. But he maintained his composer and left silently.

After the man left, the soldiers opened the cell and hurriedly went to take the man for his death. But just as they approached him, moonlight fell on the disheveled and ragged figure. The guards... stopped in their tracks.

"""AHHHHHHHHHH"""

Many screams and terror filled shouts echoed. The sight that they witnessed to had left those battle-hardened soldiers horrified. They began to panic and frantically tried to forget what they saw. Alas it was too late. They fainted. It was hard to say that they would remain sane after beholding the horror...

The man was chained with many different organs of animals. Many eyes squirmed in the gaps as if alive. Only his face was left untouched.

Some of the guards who had already witnessed the abomination before sighed and got to work. They felt relieved on the thought that they just had to carry the man to the execution grounds. On the other hand, they also felt a headache as they now had to send more soldiers to pick up the soldiers which had fainted.

They knew it would happen... As they were victims to that outcome as well when they first sensed that. But they had to do something. They had to follow the orders. Even if they used gloves and blindfolds they could not prevent the tragedy.

As the knights sighed, they kept the man in a box. The box was then carried away.

In a large colosseum.

Crowd filled the place with its chatters and noise. They had gathered, gathered to first-hand witness the fall of a Saint. It would go down in history as one of the most iconic events which ever took place. The execution of a fallen Saint! And they were thrilled and excited to become a part of that moment.

Soon a large wooden box was carried to the stage. The soldiers which escorted it were covered with sweat and had a terrified look in their eyes. They were just one step away from running away and hiding in a corner to bawl out their fear.

As the audience watched the scene unfold, they were left puzzled. They voiced their questions to the soldiers on the stage. The soldiers which were already about to cry, ran away when faced with anger of the crowd.

The situation was getting out of control. But then a general came up with a heavy aura. It quietened the crowd. He explained that it was inappropriate to dishonour the Saint like that before his execution. So they had arranged to do it like that.

The crowd was left speechless. But they could nothing.

Then all of it proceeded like that behind the curtains. On the midnight of new moon, a sycthe descended reaping the life of a Saint. The reaper was called Saint Reaper. The sycthe which bathed in the blood of Saint was called Death Star. But that is something which would be told to coming generations as a bed night story.

With the end of a Saint, the world entered a new era.

On a certain night, in the middle of a vast forest, there was a huge lake. The lake water was clear and reflected the stars in the night sky.

Out of nowhere a ripple was spread on the calm lake. Then it turned into a tide as the water flew towards the moonless night sky. The water glittered with star light, flying towards the stars.

Amidst that, an echo spread in the world. The people were in a commotion. They were overjoyed, terrified and anxious as they knew what it meant. They hoped to be ignorant but the fate was playing a game.

Soon the echo subsided. But everyone knew it was just a beginning.

Meanwhile, in the forest, the lake had returned to its initial calm. It looked to be a still mirror at the moment rather than a raging beast. But if one had keen senses and observation, they would find something was different.

There was an... extra star on the lake surface!

Then golden characters formed in the sky, shining with their noble majesty. Alerting every individual on the planet. That a new star had been born.

< SAINT > !!!

It was the same moonless night which had put an end to the breath of a Saint. Now again it is the same new moon night which declared the birth of a Saint. The wheel of fate is truly unfathomable.