It is tall, strong looking, and has a sword with a blade as thick as a door, and as long as a car. It has a blade that is at least as big as 32 4×4 tiles put together long ways, plus a diagonal half of one at the tip. The person, or thing, is suited in armor that is completely black. There is no light except from a small candle, located at the center of the room. We all wait for the final step to complete, for the “Black Knight” to make its move, and kill us all… It’s been two hours since the darkness invaded the room. Everything is in ruins, tattered and destroyed. Bits and pieces of furniture are scattered all over the floor. Blood is everywhere; two of the five friends I brought with me to a gaming party are dead, bleeding on the Maple wood floor. Me and the other three friends sit, bleeding badly, waiting for the 911 dispatcher to finally say that the paramedics are on there way.

An hour later the paramedics show up, we hang up the phone with the 911 dispatcher. Tom has three slashes on his arm, and a stab wound in his chest where his heart is; Carlos is laying on the floor with a bad cut in his head, and five cuts scattered throughout his body, they are both dead. Sara has a cut on her chest, and three cuts on her feet, as well as a deep cut on her arm, she survived; Ben has been cut in the arm, as well as stabbed in the stomach, and chest, he also survived; Bill has been cut deeply on his forearm, and has also managed to survive; I was the target, cut fifteen times throughout my body, most of the cuts only shallow enough the bleed for a few seconds, but two of the cuts are deep, and located two inches from my backbone. Sara was lucky to be the least injured person that survived. Bill was second, and Ben was third, I was lucky to survive.

The CSI’s find a note written with a feather, it reads: “Wait in fear of the next attack, two more will die. You will be surprised who it is. Let it be known the female will not survive. Nor will she be found after the next attack.” We all wait at my house with my parents, waiting for the letter to become a reality. As we wait, we grow older, we are all the same age. On our 24th birthday, around the end of the party, the sky gets dark, as if infested with dark, black clouds, we all start to remember the gaming party that happened 13 years ago, and we immediately call the police, we tell the dispatcher what is going on, we tell them what happened at the party that happened 13 years ago to us all, the dispatcher says that it is not possible, then goes silent for awhile, we ask what’s wrong, she says that the entire police station and surrounding areas law enforcement and S.W.A.T. teams will be there momentarily. After five minutes pass, the teams are there, and so is the Black Knight. Accompanying the Black Knight are 500 people, that do not look normal, we soon found out is was like a castle war against us, the future engineers of military and war-specific weapons.

The S.W.A.T. teams and the squad cars are lined up in front of us. All guns and launchers aimed at the opposing side or the new war, properly known know as WWIII. The Black Knight makes the first move as he did at the gaming party. Then his barrage of soldiers run blades first at us, the SWAT teams fire the first set of gun fire. The leading 75 people fall to the ground from either being dead or too injured to continue. The war goes on for 2 years. Eventually, we win. 438 opposing people died, and 600 law enforcers died. WWIII was remembered for 15 generations. Soon, the same war will erupt. As it has for 2000 years. There have been over 5000 wars, most of them between the current day law enforcers, and the Black knight and his garrison of 500 people.