Pingu Chippa
09 February 2008, 09:37 PM
Fear ~ The Lost Possession
Written And Made Up By Pingu Chippa
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This is a story entirely made up due to a Role-Playing event.
It turned out so popular, i decided to take it to the next level and make it a real story.
Please comment on your opinions, also, if you can, please give me some advice/improvements.
I am not that talented at this sort of stuff like you guys, so please don't take it too hard on me, much appreciated.
I have made the Summary in white text, for those of you who like to find out more as you read along, instead of reading the Blurb first.
I shall edit this post to add more chapters, but if it exceeds the 30,000 character rule, i shall post the chapter in a new post.
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Summary (Highlight below):
Many many years ago, there was a City Of Evil. It was dark, and mysterious, many brave warriors tried to invade it, but got eliminated...by fear. So many secrets were spilt, but none the less, harder and harder to get to. There was one secret, only the darkest creatures alive knew of. But the darkest creatures were eliminated too, by Death. Death was a true evil spirit, constantly rising and rising into the most powerful emperors of the City. Death found a secret that was worth more than any living creature could imagine of...
This secret was inside a box, full of emotions and powerful souls... The Spiritual Box. It could only be opened by chanting dark ancient magic, taught in The City Of Evil. Death had once found a very helpful emotion...fear. He cleverly got past the remaining obstacles, and alas, the box shined upon him. But before he could even touch the box, it simply vanished into thin air.
From that moment, Death became unusually power-hungry, even though he had enough power that anyone could imagine of...
From that moment, Death set hunt for the box, and for many years, has been using his cleverness to track the box down, and knows where to find it. According to his logic, it is located in the deep earths underneath a Humongous City, the biggest City in the world... The City Of Realms. As Death entered this populated City, many human beings looked scared. Death used fear against any obstacles, and as usual, used his logic to find where this mysterious box lyed under. He had a vague idea... The Realms Cemetery. And from that point, many other strange living souls, like Death, were on a hunt to find the box...
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--Chapter One--
‘Zektoria Aslyum!’ The darkness swirled, ghoulish screams, laughter’s and whispers swam across the room. The Spiritual Box creaked open, deep down it reflected Death’s lit up eyes. Death carefully craned his arm into the Box, he could feel the watery emotions, even the souls. He placed his hand around an unknown emotion, carefully pulled it up, the light almost touched it…
‘EMPEROR!’ Death woke up as if someone had poured ice cold water on him. One of his Entorium Demons was staring at Death nerviously, his fiery red-hot eyes lit up the dungeon. ‘What is it, Demon?’ asked Death, angrily. ‘Nothing sir, you were twitching and turning, muttering strange curses in your sleep’ replied the Demon, with a hint of concern on his face. ‘The Box haunts me…It teases me, for I am losing my soul, mirages happen from time to time, I even dream of The Spiritual Box, as you had just witnessed, my noble Demon’
Death slowly got up, his cloak swiftly floating, his face was hidden, although his emerald green eyes outstood the dungeons darkness. ‘Sir, we have spent enough time in the City of Evil’s ruins, should we not carry on our journey to the Realm?’ the Demon asked, with a look of hunger of his face. ‘Be patient, Demon. We shall hunt down the Box, and eliminate any obstacle that comes within our way. You cannot forget, I hold a powerful weapon, steadily balanced in my mind, ready to lift off… fear’
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--Chapter Two--
‘ROLLY! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU?’ yelled Jamie. ‘Not to use elf magic on your food…’ replied Rollinter. Jamie and Rollinter were hunters, they were powerful living beings. Jamie was a young parentless wizard, raised in Elementor, the village where magic was made. Rollintor was an elf and also was parentless, but he was the ruler of his elf kingdom, Grentoria.
One day, he found a strange crooked staff lying on the floor, in a strange park, he got hold of it and felt it heat up, and a flash of green light occurred. The next thing Jamie knew, he was spinning round and round until he landed feet-first into a huge green field. And that was when he met Rollinter, who also somehow landed there. From that moment, they swore they would be hunters, searching for gold and treasury, always as a pair.
A couple of years later, as they were walking on a never-ending path, a piece of glowing paper floated by. It had a strange map, with a cross somewhere.
It read:
The City of Realms: Go forth to the ghastly cemetery, where ancient gravestones lie, and curses await, spirits swim around the treasure, along with light beams, glistening in every direction, but one shall lead you to the Spiritual Box. Follow it, but beware, you may lose your soul on the way…
~ Death
Jamie and Rollinter swore to each other, that no matter what came in their way, they would find this ‘Death’ and get to the Box, although they had no clue what was inside it…
‘Argh, where is my backpack?’ Jamie asked. They were in an ancient unknown camp, looking for signs or clues that would lead them to the City of Realms. Every now and then, they would look at the clouds, and see if they would turn into a shape that was a clue, but luck wasn’t on their side. Once or twice, Rollinter could have sworn that the clouds were a hand touching a Box, but Jamie always disagreed. ‘Look, I doubt there would be any clues here, I mean, just look at this place, it’s just a bunch of ruins with no life whatsoever’ commented Rollinter, starting to get irritated. ‘Rolly, you always say that, though you are always wrong, now hurry up and summon my backpack’
Rollinter looked at Jamie bitterly, and then muttered some elf curses…
WHAM! The backpack hit Jamie right on the back of his head. ‘ROLLY! STOP BEING SO GRUMPY! We MUST find the path to the City of Realms, or we are just stuck on a piece of land that is nowhere near anything nor life!’
‘Oh, don’t be too sure about that…’ echoed an unfamiliar, deep cold voice.
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--Chapter Three--
‘Sir, we should move faster, or else the other hunters shall cease the Box!’ said the Demon, worryingly. ‘Fear not, my noble Demon, for the hunters do not know, that only I can open the box, simply by chanting dark ancient magic. Should they open it, their soul will be ripped apart.’ Replied Death, calmly.
They were flying slowly, towards the City of Realm, now and then, they would have to move under a cloud, because Death felt weak under the dazzling sunlight.
All of a sudden, in the blink of an eye, a light beam appeared, blocking Death, but the Demon didn’t react and kept on flying. ‘Demon! Stay here at once! It appears this light beam has crossed my powers, acting like a wall.’
The Demon immediately flew back to Death, but looked confused. ‘Sir? There is no light beam, are you daydreaming again?’ asked the Demon, worryingly. Death got impatient. ‘My noble Demon, I am not daydreaming, I can feel it. My logic is telling me that this light beam isn’t just a normal ray of light. Perhaps it is only visible to spirits…
I wonder, could this same beam be spread out in the City of Realms graveyard? There must be some way to get past this…’
The Demon’s eyes lit up, as if a light bulb appeared over his head. ‘My lord, perhaps darkness can extinguish the beam?’
Death grinned. ‘Excellent thinking, my noble Demon…Cantoria Trivium!’
A swirl of darkness appeared, spinning round and round like a hurricane, slowly fading the light away, until at last, the light was no longer visible. ‘Come now, I must find that box, it is my destiny’ Death and the Demon flew away instantly, and staying under the clouds as usual.
After what seemed like a whole day, Death had sight of land. ‘I do not feel the energy, I am certain that this is not the City, however, we shall rest there, I must have energy within me, in order for my powers to work’ suggested Death. Death swiftly glided downwards, but suddenly shuddered and was rooted to the spot. He couldn’t move, and neither could the Demon. ‘My lord, some enchantments have seemed to immobilised us’ muttered the Demon, bitterly. ‘Hmm, I am unfamiliar with this sort of magic, I cannot break free of this force, perhaps you are familiar with it?’ asked Death, calmly. ‘Erm, sir, I am very sorry, but even my logic doesn’t appear to recognize this magic’
Death felt anger boil inside him. ‘NO! This cannot be happening!’
Death looked down at the land, and could have sworn he saw 2 little figures moving fast. ‘I think there is life down there, we must somehow tell them to break this curse, perhaps my lightening can catch their attention…’
The Demon grinned and smirked. ‘Good idea my lord, if these living beings try to curse us again, I shall bring fire upon them…’
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--Chapter Four--
‘Who was that? Hello? Rolly, where are you? If this is one of your elf tricks, I’m going to curse you so bad, that you’ll turn pink!’
It was pitch black and Jamie was on his own. After that strange voice occurred, the sky darkened, and lit up again, but by that time, Rollinter had disappeared. Jamie was holding his staff, ready for any sign of movement, once or twice he heard some rustles, but that was just the willow tree’s blowing in the wind. Then all of a sudden…BANG!
A streak of green light flew up in the air, like a firework, and glittered. It read: I’m ok, come below here, in elf language. It was a sign, made by Rollinter. Jamie saw it, and immediately ran there, slowly and slowly a blurred figure was appearing, until Jamie was about 10 yards away from Rollinter. ‘JAMIE! YOU’RE OK! I WAS SO WOR-AAAAAAAH!’ Rollinter got hit by fire, but didn’t get burnt. ‘Who dares wonder across our territory’ echoed the same cold, deep voice. Jamie and Rollinter quickly ran to each other and carefully looked around. ‘We are Jamie and Rollinter, I, Jamie, am a wizard, and Rollinter is the ruler of Grentoria! And who are you?’
Everything started to shake, Jamie and Rollinter held onto each other to prevent them falling down. ‘ROOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!!!!’
All of a sudden, balls of fire were hurled across, hitting trees. Jamie rubbed his eyes. ‘Is t-that a d-dragon?’ A magnificent figure slowly came into sight, with a small figure sitting on it. ‘I am Drentor, the founder of dragons’
Jamie and Rollinter looked awestruck, as they saw the dragon. It was red hot, and very scaly. Its tail was amazingly long, covered in spikes. Its face was scarred; its eyes were crystal clear orange, with swirls of red. A puff of smoke came out of its incredibly huge nose; it’s razor sharp teeth shined upon Jamie and Rollinter. Sat on top of it, was an elderly man, wearing ragged clothing, with a long white beard, and long messy hair. He wore lots of strange necklaces and bracelets, with ancient writing embedded on them. He was very wrinkled, and wore glasses. He looked sharp, and confident, staring at Jamie and Rollinter with his eagle hazel eyes.
‘What brings you to my ancient island Saphonir?’ asked Drentor, still staring at Jamie and Rollinter with his eagle eyes. ‘Erm, we are searching for clues to help us find some treasure’ replied Jamie, wondering if Drentor would know about it. ‘What treasure? If it is gold and Jewellery, you fools can leave immediately’ muttered Drentor, impatiently. ‘No…sir, we are looking for a Box, a special one, wait a second I have a map somewhere in my robe’ Drentor raised his eyebrows confusingly, whilst Jamie was rummaging around his robes searching for the map that was drawn by someone called Death. Rollinter nudged him, telling him to hurry up, he didn’t want to cross with the dragon, whom was lying down, still breathing puffs of smoke out of it’s nose. After about a minute, Jamie finally found the map and carefully trotted around the dragon. Drentor summoned the map, and read it: The City of Realms: Go forth to the ghastly cemetery, where ancient gravestones lie, and curses await, spirits swim around the treasure, along with light beams, glistening in every direction, but one shall lead you to the Spiritual Box. Follow it, but beware, you may lose your soul on the way…
~ Death
After Drentor had read it, his eyes widened. ‘Death, that wretched spirit…’ muttered Drentor, bitterly. ‘You know him?’ asked Rollinter, eager to hear more. ‘Know him? That evil emperor slayed all of my dragons! Which is why I moved to this island, to get away from that filthy thing, the only dragon I have left is Alomorn’ Drentor nodded his head towards the dragon he was sitting on. Both Jamie and Rollinter paused for a moment, wondering if he would explode if they talked anymore about Death. Trying to get off the subject about Death, Jamie asked: ‘Erm…do you have any ideas or clues of where the City of Realms might be?’ Drentor looked interested. ‘Be you hunters?’ asked Drentor. ‘Yes…sir, we have been a pair since we were 10 years of age’ replied Jamie. ‘Interesting…and yes, I do know of the City, but it is not the most pleasant of land, especially for hunters like you. You must prove to me how brave and strong you are, and especially your logic and emotion control’ said Drentor, grinning as he spoke. ‘Erm, how are we supposed to prove that on an empty piece of land?’ asked Rollinter, worryingly. ‘The answer is simple’ replied Drentor, and then he jumped off Alomorn. ‘Arise, Alomorn, dinner awaits you’ commanded Drentor, smirking. Jamie and Rollinter looked startled, and quickly got ready. ‘You must be jok-WOAH!’
Lightening had hit the ground tremendously hard, only a couple of yards away from Jamie, Rollinter, Drentor and Alomorn. BANG! More lightening kept on crashing upon the ground, everyone kept dodging, and Alomorn roared and tried to shoot fire at the cloud. Drentor looked at the sky, and could only just make out two figures, one very dark, and his cloak was gliding, and the other, big and red. Drentor looked fierce.
‘Death…you are going to regret this’
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--Chapter Five--
BANG! Drentor had broken the curse that immobilised Death and the Demon. ‘Sweet revenge’ growled Drentor. ‘Ah, my good old friend Drentor, we meet again. Have you been taking care of your dragons lately, because it’s about to be a waste of time.’ Said Death, whilst smirking. Drentor looked as if he was about to explode, steam came out of his ears. He chanted some strange curses, and the embedded writing on his jewellery, had lit up, and started spinning. At the same time, Alomorns fierce eyes had lit up too, a swirl of orange and red began to spin. The enormous scaly wings, had started to rise, the dragon roared immensely loud. ‘Alomorn, eliminate the Entorium Demon!’
Alomorn blasted up in the air, and immediately flew straight at the Demon. ‘You know what to do, Demon’ said Death, calmly. The Demon nodded, and clenched his fists together, and warmed up. Fire started to cover the Demon, and flew into his ball of fists, and the Demon opened his hands out. Spinning balls of fire were in both of the Demons hand. Just as Alomorn was about to crash into the Demon, he blew the fire out of his hand, and hit Alomorn right on the chest, sending him crashing downwards. Death laughed sneakily. ‘Fool, your dragon is nothing against my Entorium Demon’
Drentor looked furious. ‘Fine then, we shall have to face eachother, to decide who’s strongest’ yelled Drentor. Death grinned, and flew at Drentor, his arms spread out, whilst Drentor muttered some strange curses. Once again, the embedded writing on Drentors jewellery had lit up. Death was inches away from Drentor, when all of a sudden; a bubble of light shot out of Drentors hand, and wrapped itself around Death.
‘Death, you underestimate my ancient power. I know your weaknesses’ said Drentor, who was smirking. Death clapped his hands. ‘Clever little soul, aren’t you? Pity that your soul isn’t in the Box…’ muttered Death, quietly. ‘Is that all you care about? The stupid wooden Box, just so you can have emotions and powerful souls. You only care about yourself, that’s one of your weaknesses. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some work t-AAAAAH!’
Drentor had been hit squarely in the chest, by a streak of green light. ‘I don’t think your going ANYWHERE’ said a voice coming from the bushes. Drentor struggled to get up, he carefully checked that his glasses were ok, and slotted them back onto his eyes. He could see a clearly, 2 figures trotting towards him. ‘You wretched fools, think you can stop me?’ growled Drentor. Jamie and Rollinter were looking fiercer than ever, and had come face to face with Drentor. ‘It’s not only Death that underestimates people, I think you are forgetting about yourself as well’ said Jamie, focusing on Drentor. Rollinter quietly muttered elf curses, and in the blink of an eye, Drentors jewellery flew straight to Rollinters scaly hands. ‘Why you wretched elf, GIVE IT TO ME NOW!’ screamed Drentor, who’s face had become scarlet. ‘I don’t think so, now if you please excuse US, while we have a little chat with De-WOAH!’
Alomorn had struck the ground, sending Jamie, Rollinter and Drentor flying. Death grinned. ‘Come on Alomorn, breathe that magical fire out…’ muttered Death. Jamie quickly went to grab his staff, but Drentor stood on it, and it broke in half. Jamie stared at the staff, rooted to the spot. ‘M-my S-staff…’ trembled Jamie. Drentor chuckled. ‘You thought you could stop me, well now you shall pay your price’ Drentor pointed at Alomorn. Rollinter was dodging the fire and shooting green lights at Alomorn, but it caused no effect. Alomorn was an inch away from the bubble Death was trapped in, he took one deep breath and spat fireballs everywhere. Death quickly held his hand out, and summoned all the fireballs to him. WHACK!
The fireballs collided with the bubble, and got extinguished. The bubble tore apart into silver dust. ‘Do not underestimate my logic, Drentor’ commanded Death. Meanwhile, Jamie, Rollinter and Drentor looked awestruck. Death pushed at his hand, and sent lightening zooming away at Alomorn, and covered him. Alomorn roared painfully, and twitched around, until the swirl of red and orange, had faded away from his crystal eyes. THUD! Alomorn hit the ground, his wings were sprawled out, and no longer moved. ‘N-no…He can’t be g-gone…I’m n-nothing, MY JEWELLERY!’ screamed Drentor. Lying in front of him, was his jewellery, but it was in pieces, the embedded writing no longer lit up, it was worthless now.
Jamie and Rollinter didn’t know what to do or say. Inside Jamie, there was some pity for Drentor, but he dared not show it. ‘Alas, Demon, we must move on! I do not need any rest, I am full with energy, from the bubbles magic’ commanded Death, emotionless. The Demon nodded, and started to rise up to the clouds with Death. ‘WAIT!’ yelled Jamie, his heart pumping fast. Death stopped, and turned around. ‘What is it now, wizard, or should I say powerless human’ Death sneered. ‘STOP WITH THE CHEEKINESS!’ Jamie was furious, out of control. ‘WE READ THAT MAP OF YOURS, DEATH! YES, THE CITY OF REALMS! WE KNOW WHAT YOU’RE AFTER! WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS WHAT IS INSIDE THAT BOX!’ Jamie yelled. ‘You’re an impatient little human, aren’t you? For your information, the Box is worthless to you, therefore, for your own safety, I am warning you not to find out any more information about it, and certainly not try to find it. I shall say no more’
And Death swiftly glided away, next to the Demon who was looking determined.
Jamie and Rollinter were left on the empty, lifeless land, watching their last hope fly away…
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I know the first chapter may seem a little too short, but it is like an opening scene. The next chapters will be bigger. ;)
I am currently planning out my 6th chapter, i should release it in 3/4 days ;)
Please be patient, and I hope you enjoy the story. ;)
Written And Made Up By Pingu Chippa
http://aycu26.webshots.com/image/43025/2004088172506811641_rs.jpg
(Avenged Sevenfold Logo Used For Image)
This is a story entirely made up due to a Role-Playing event.
It turned out so popular, i decided to take it to the next level and make it a real story.
Please comment on your opinions, also, if you can, please give me some advice/improvements.
I am not that talented at this sort of stuff like you guys, so please don't take it too hard on me, much appreciated.
I have made the Summary in white text, for those of you who like to find out more as you read along, instead of reading the Blurb first.
I shall edit this post to add more chapters, but if it exceeds the 30,000 character rule, i shall post the chapter in a new post.
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Summary (Highlight below):
Many many years ago, there was a City Of Evil. It was dark, and mysterious, many brave warriors tried to invade it, but got eliminated...by fear. So many secrets were spilt, but none the less, harder and harder to get to. There was one secret, only the darkest creatures alive knew of. But the darkest creatures were eliminated too, by Death. Death was a true evil spirit, constantly rising and rising into the most powerful emperors of the City. Death found a secret that was worth more than any living creature could imagine of...
This secret was inside a box, full of emotions and powerful souls... The Spiritual Box. It could only be opened by chanting dark ancient magic, taught in The City Of Evil. Death had once found a very helpful emotion...fear. He cleverly got past the remaining obstacles, and alas, the box shined upon him. But before he could even touch the box, it simply vanished into thin air.
From that moment, Death became unusually power-hungry, even though he had enough power that anyone could imagine of...
From that moment, Death set hunt for the box, and for many years, has been using his cleverness to track the box down, and knows where to find it. According to his logic, it is located in the deep earths underneath a Humongous City, the biggest City in the world... The City Of Realms. As Death entered this populated City, many human beings looked scared. Death used fear against any obstacles, and as usual, used his logic to find where this mysterious box lyed under. He had a vague idea... The Realms Cemetery. And from that point, many other strange living souls, like Death, were on a hunt to find the box...
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--Chapter One--
‘Zektoria Aslyum!’ The darkness swirled, ghoulish screams, laughter’s and whispers swam across the room. The Spiritual Box creaked open, deep down it reflected Death’s lit up eyes. Death carefully craned his arm into the Box, he could feel the watery emotions, even the souls. He placed his hand around an unknown emotion, carefully pulled it up, the light almost touched it…
‘EMPEROR!’ Death woke up as if someone had poured ice cold water on him. One of his Entorium Demons was staring at Death nerviously, his fiery red-hot eyes lit up the dungeon. ‘What is it, Demon?’ asked Death, angrily. ‘Nothing sir, you were twitching and turning, muttering strange curses in your sleep’ replied the Demon, with a hint of concern on his face. ‘The Box haunts me…It teases me, for I am losing my soul, mirages happen from time to time, I even dream of The Spiritual Box, as you had just witnessed, my noble Demon’
Death slowly got up, his cloak swiftly floating, his face was hidden, although his emerald green eyes outstood the dungeons darkness. ‘Sir, we have spent enough time in the City of Evil’s ruins, should we not carry on our journey to the Realm?’ the Demon asked, with a look of hunger of his face. ‘Be patient, Demon. We shall hunt down the Box, and eliminate any obstacle that comes within our way. You cannot forget, I hold a powerful weapon, steadily balanced in my mind, ready to lift off… fear’
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--Chapter Two--
‘ROLLY! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU?’ yelled Jamie. ‘Not to use elf magic on your food…’ replied Rollinter. Jamie and Rollinter were hunters, they were powerful living beings. Jamie was a young parentless wizard, raised in Elementor, the village where magic was made. Rollintor was an elf and also was parentless, but he was the ruler of his elf kingdom, Grentoria.
One day, he found a strange crooked staff lying on the floor, in a strange park, he got hold of it and felt it heat up, and a flash of green light occurred. The next thing Jamie knew, he was spinning round and round until he landed feet-first into a huge green field. And that was when he met Rollinter, who also somehow landed there. From that moment, they swore they would be hunters, searching for gold and treasury, always as a pair.
A couple of years later, as they were walking on a never-ending path, a piece of glowing paper floated by. It had a strange map, with a cross somewhere.
It read:
The City of Realms: Go forth to the ghastly cemetery, where ancient gravestones lie, and curses await, spirits swim around the treasure, along with light beams, glistening in every direction, but one shall lead you to the Spiritual Box. Follow it, but beware, you may lose your soul on the way…
~ Death
Jamie and Rollinter swore to each other, that no matter what came in their way, they would find this ‘Death’ and get to the Box, although they had no clue what was inside it…
‘Argh, where is my backpack?’ Jamie asked. They were in an ancient unknown camp, looking for signs or clues that would lead them to the City of Realms. Every now and then, they would look at the clouds, and see if they would turn into a shape that was a clue, but luck wasn’t on their side. Once or twice, Rollinter could have sworn that the clouds were a hand touching a Box, but Jamie always disagreed. ‘Look, I doubt there would be any clues here, I mean, just look at this place, it’s just a bunch of ruins with no life whatsoever’ commented Rollinter, starting to get irritated. ‘Rolly, you always say that, though you are always wrong, now hurry up and summon my backpack’
Rollinter looked at Jamie bitterly, and then muttered some elf curses…
WHAM! The backpack hit Jamie right on the back of his head. ‘ROLLY! STOP BEING SO GRUMPY! We MUST find the path to the City of Realms, or we are just stuck on a piece of land that is nowhere near anything nor life!’
‘Oh, don’t be too sure about that…’ echoed an unfamiliar, deep cold voice.
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--Chapter Three--
‘Sir, we should move faster, or else the other hunters shall cease the Box!’ said the Demon, worryingly. ‘Fear not, my noble Demon, for the hunters do not know, that only I can open the box, simply by chanting dark ancient magic. Should they open it, their soul will be ripped apart.’ Replied Death, calmly.
They were flying slowly, towards the City of Realm, now and then, they would have to move under a cloud, because Death felt weak under the dazzling sunlight.
All of a sudden, in the blink of an eye, a light beam appeared, blocking Death, but the Demon didn’t react and kept on flying. ‘Demon! Stay here at once! It appears this light beam has crossed my powers, acting like a wall.’
The Demon immediately flew back to Death, but looked confused. ‘Sir? There is no light beam, are you daydreaming again?’ asked the Demon, worryingly. Death got impatient. ‘My noble Demon, I am not daydreaming, I can feel it. My logic is telling me that this light beam isn’t just a normal ray of light. Perhaps it is only visible to spirits…
I wonder, could this same beam be spread out in the City of Realms graveyard? There must be some way to get past this…’
The Demon’s eyes lit up, as if a light bulb appeared over his head. ‘My lord, perhaps darkness can extinguish the beam?’
Death grinned. ‘Excellent thinking, my noble Demon…Cantoria Trivium!’
A swirl of darkness appeared, spinning round and round like a hurricane, slowly fading the light away, until at last, the light was no longer visible. ‘Come now, I must find that box, it is my destiny’ Death and the Demon flew away instantly, and staying under the clouds as usual.
After what seemed like a whole day, Death had sight of land. ‘I do not feel the energy, I am certain that this is not the City, however, we shall rest there, I must have energy within me, in order for my powers to work’ suggested Death. Death swiftly glided downwards, but suddenly shuddered and was rooted to the spot. He couldn’t move, and neither could the Demon. ‘My lord, some enchantments have seemed to immobilised us’ muttered the Demon, bitterly. ‘Hmm, I am unfamiliar with this sort of magic, I cannot break free of this force, perhaps you are familiar with it?’ asked Death, calmly. ‘Erm, sir, I am very sorry, but even my logic doesn’t appear to recognize this magic’
Death felt anger boil inside him. ‘NO! This cannot be happening!’
Death looked down at the land, and could have sworn he saw 2 little figures moving fast. ‘I think there is life down there, we must somehow tell them to break this curse, perhaps my lightening can catch their attention…’
The Demon grinned and smirked. ‘Good idea my lord, if these living beings try to curse us again, I shall bring fire upon them…’
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--Chapter Four--
‘Who was that? Hello? Rolly, where are you? If this is one of your elf tricks, I’m going to curse you so bad, that you’ll turn pink!’
It was pitch black and Jamie was on his own. After that strange voice occurred, the sky darkened, and lit up again, but by that time, Rollinter had disappeared. Jamie was holding his staff, ready for any sign of movement, once or twice he heard some rustles, but that was just the willow tree’s blowing in the wind. Then all of a sudden…BANG!
A streak of green light flew up in the air, like a firework, and glittered. It read: I’m ok, come below here, in elf language. It was a sign, made by Rollinter. Jamie saw it, and immediately ran there, slowly and slowly a blurred figure was appearing, until Jamie was about 10 yards away from Rollinter. ‘JAMIE! YOU’RE OK! I WAS SO WOR-AAAAAAAH!’ Rollinter got hit by fire, but didn’t get burnt. ‘Who dares wonder across our territory’ echoed the same cold, deep voice. Jamie and Rollinter quickly ran to each other and carefully looked around. ‘We are Jamie and Rollinter, I, Jamie, am a wizard, and Rollinter is the ruler of Grentoria! And who are you?’
Everything started to shake, Jamie and Rollinter held onto each other to prevent them falling down. ‘ROOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!!!!’
All of a sudden, balls of fire were hurled across, hitting trees. Jamie rubbed his eyes. ‘Is t-that a d-dragon?’ A magnificent figure slowly came into sight, with a small figure sitting on it. ‘I am Drentor, the founder of dragons’
Jamie and Rollinter looked awestruck, as they saw the dragon. It was red hot, and very scaly. Its tail was amazingly long, covered in spikes. Its face was scarred; its eyes were crystal clear orange, with swirls of red. A puff of smoke came out of its incredibly huge nose; it’s razor sharp teeth shined upon Jamie and Rollinter. Sat on top of it, was an elderly man, wearing ragged clothing, with a long white beard, and long messy hair. He wore lots of strange necklaces and bracelets, with ancient writing embedded on them. He was very wrinkled, and wore glasses. He looked sharp, and confident, staring at Jamie and Rollinter with his eagle hazel eyes.
‘What brings you to my ancient island Saphonir?’ asked Drentor, still staring at Jamie and Rollinter with his eagle eyes. ‘Erm, we are searching for clues to help us find some treasure’ replied Jamie, wondering if Drentor would know about it. ‘What treasure? If it is gold and Jewellery, you fools can leave immediately’ muttered Drentor, impatiently. ‘No…sir, we are looking for a Box, a special one, wait a second I have a map somewhere in my robe’ Drentor raised his eyebrows confusingly, whilst Jamie was rummaging around his robes searching for the map that was drawn by someone called Death. Rollinter nudged him, telling him to hurry up, he didn’t want to cross with the dragon, whom was lying down, still breathing puffs of smoke out of it’s nose. After about a minute, Jamie finally found the map and carefully trotted around the dragon. Drentor summoned the map, and read it: The City of Realms: Go forth to the ghastly cemetery, where ancient gravestones lie, and curses await, spirits swim around the treasure, along with light beams, glistening in every direction, but one shall lead you to the Spiritual Box. Follow it, but beware, you may lose your soul on the way…
~ Death
After Drentor had read it, his eyes widened. ‘Death, that wretched spirit…’ muttered Drentor, bitterly. ‘You know him?’ asked Rollinter, eager to hear more. ‘Know him? That evil emperor slayed all of my dragons! Which is why I moved to this island, to get away from that filthy thing, the only dragon I have left is Alomorn’ Drentor nodded his head towards the dragon he was sitting on. Both Jamie and Rollinter paused for a moment, wondering if he would explode if they talked anymore about Death. Trying to get off the subject about Death, Jamie asked: ‘Erm…do you have any ideas or clues of where the City of Realms might be?’ Drentor looked interested. ‘Be you hunters?’ asked Drentor. ‘Yes…sir, we have been a pair since we were 10 years of age’ replied Jamie. ‘Interesting…and yes, I do know of the City, but it is not the most pleasant of land, especially for hunters like you. You must prove to me how brave and strong you are, and especially your logic and emotion control’ said Drentor, grinning as he spoke. ‘Erm, how are we supposed to prove that on an empty piece of land?’ asked Rollinter, worryingly. ‘The answer is simple’ replied Drentor, and then he jumped off Alomorn. ‘Arise, Alomorn, dinner awaits you’ commanded Drentor, smirking. Jamie and Rollinter looked startled, and quickly got ready. ‘You must be jok-WOAH!’
Lightening had hit the ground tremendously hard, only a couple of yards away from Jamie, Rollinter, Drentor and Alomorn. BANG! More lightening kept on crashing upon the ground, everyone kept dodging, and Alomorn roared and tried to shoot fire at the cloud. Drentor looked at the sky, and could only just make out two figures, one very dark, and his cloak was gliding, and the other, big and red. Drentor looked fierce.
‘Death…you are going to regret this’
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--Chapter Five--
BANG! Drentor had broken the curse that immobilised Death and the Demon. ‘Sweet revenge’ growled Drentor. ‘Ah, my good old friend Drentor, we meet again. Have you been taking care of your dragons lately, because it’s about to be a waste of time.’ Said Death, whilst smirking. Drentor looked as if he was about to explode, steam came out of his ears. He chanted some strange curses, and the embedded writing on his jewellery, had lit up, and started spinning. At the same time, Alomorns fierce eyes had lit up too, a swirl of orange and red began to spin. The enormous scaly wings, had started to rise, the dragon roared immensely loud. ‘Alomorn, eliminate the Entorium Demon!’
Alomorn blasted up in the air, and immediately flew straight at the Demon. ‘You know what to do, Demon’ said Death, calmly. The Demon nodded, and clenched his fists together, and warmed up. Fire started to cover the Demon, and flew into his ball of fists, and the Demon opened his hands out. Spinning balls of fire were in both of the Demons hand. Just as Alomorn was about to crash into the Demon, he blew the fire out of his hand, and hit Alomorn right on the chest, sending him crashing downwards. Death laughed sneakily. ‘Fool, your dragon is nothing against my Entorium Demon’
Drentor looked furious. ‘Fine then, we shall have to face eachother, to decide who’s strongest’ yelled Drentor. Death grinned, and flew at Drentor, his arms spread out, whilst Drentor muttered some strange curses. Once again, the embedded writing on Drentors jewellery had lit up. Death was inches away from Drentor, when all of a sudden; a bubble of light shot out of Drentors hand, and wrapped itself around Death.
‘Death, you underestimate my ancient power. I know your weaknesses’ said Drentor, who was smirking. Death clapped his hands. ‘Clever little soul, aren’t you? Pity that your soul isn’t in the Box…’ muttered Death, quietly. ‘Is that all you care about? The stupid wooden Box, just so you can have emotions and powerful souls. You only care about yourself, that’s one of your weaknesses. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some work t-AAAAAH!’
Drentor had been hit squarely in the chest, by a streak of green light. ‘I don’t think your going ANYWHERE’ said a voice coming from the bushes. Drentor struggled to get up, he carefully checked that his glasses were ok, and slotted them back onto his eyes. He could see a clearly, 2 figures trotting towards him. ‘You wretched fools, think you can stop me?’ growled Drentor. Jamie and Rollinter were looking fiercer than ever, and had come face to face with Drentor. ‘It’s not only Death that underestimates people, I think you are forgetting about yourself as well’ said Jamie, focusing on Drentor. Rollinter quietly muttered elf curses, and in the blink of an eye, Drentors jewellery flew straight to Rollinters scaly hands. ‘Why you wretched elf, GIVE IT TO ME NOW!’ screamed Drentor, who’s face had become scarlet. ‘I don’t think so, now if you please excuse US, while we have a little chat with De-WOAH!’
Alomorn had struck the ground, sending Jamie, Rollinter and Drentor flying. Death grinned. ‘Come on Alomorn, breathe that magical fire out…’ muttered Death. Jamie quickly went to grab his staff, but Drentor stood on it, and it broke in half. Jamie stared at the staff, rooted to the spot. ‘M-my S-staff…’ trembled Jamie. Drentor chuckled. ‘You thought you could stop me, well now you shall pay your price’ Drentor pointed at Alomorn. Rollinter was dodging the fire and shooting green lights at Alomorn, but it caused no effect. Alomorn was an inch away from the bubble Death was trapped in, he took one deep breath and spat fireballs everywhere. Death quickly held his hand out, and summoned all the fireballs to him. WHACK!
The fireballs collided with the bubble, and got extinguished. The bubble tore apart into silver dust. ‘Do not underestimate my logic, Drentor’ commanded Death. Meanwhile, Jamie, Rollinter and Drentor looked awestruck. Death pushed at his hand, and sent lightening zooming away at Alomorn, and covered him. Alomorn roared painfully, and twitched around, until the swirl of red and orange, had faded away from his crystal eyes. THUD! Alomorn hit the ground, his wings were sprawled out, and no longer moved. ‘N-no…He can’t be g-gone…I’m n-nothing, MY JEWELLERY!’ screamed Drentor. Lying in front of him, was his jewellery, but it was in pieces, the embedded writing no longer lit up, it was worthless now.
Jamie and Rollinter didn’t know what to do or say. Inside Jamie, there was some pity for Drentor, but he dared not show it. ‘Alas, Demon, we must move on! I do not need any rest, I am full with energy, from the bubbles magic’ commanded Death, emotionless. The Demon nodded, and started to rise up to the clouds with Death. ‘WAIT!’ yelled Jamie, his heart pumping fast. Death stopped, and turned around. ‘What is it now, wizard, or should I say powerless human’ Death sneered. ‘STOP WITH THE CHEEKINESS!’ Jamie was furious, out of control. ‘WE READ THAT MAP OF YOURS, DEATH! YES, THE CITY OF REALMS! WE KNOW WHAT YOU’RE AFTER! WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS WHAT IS INSIDE THAT BOX!’ Jamie yelled. ‘You’re an impatient little human, aren’t you? For your information, the Box is worthless to you, therefore, for your own safety, I am warning you not to find out any more information about it, and certainly not try to find it. I shall say no more’
And Death swiftly glided away, next to the Demon who was looking determined.
Jamie and Rollinter were left on the empty, lifeless land, watching their last hope fly away…
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I know the first chapter may seem a little too short, but it is like an opening scene. The next chapters will be bigger. ;)
I am currently planning out my 6th chapter, i should release it in 3/4 days ;)
Please be patient, and I hope you enjoy the story. ;)