The Principal Schellhous was always a very buissy man, which was why when Mr. Slavinois requested his presence IMEADIATLY, he Showed up several Hours later. at which point Mr. Slavinois already knew all he could know about the Dimensional Gateway in Quantogenics lab 13. Mr. Slavinois had already quarentined the area to other staff members, though there where not any risks. school had also been cancled on the grounds that the student's could no longer get to their classes, this was because the space time feild distortion emitters where now out side of their universe...of course the students didn't know that, Mr Slavinois inwardly smiled at this. he hated the students for their contant system hacking, all so they could sluff.
Principal Schellhous entered the room slightly out of breath. "has it finaly happened?" he gasped alludeing to their slightly covert operation, "yes, but what shocks me is the probability that it would happen in our life time was almost zero." "i take that as you came up with a break through then?" Mr. Slavinois smiled and shook his head, "No suprizeingly it happend completely on it's own. which is a little odd." "why?" Principal schellhous finished leaning on the door frame and ploped himself into the hovering chair on the other side of Mr. Slavinois's desk. the door closed and locked imidiately. "Quantum fluxuations never occur at this magnetude, i suspected at first a small malfunction in the space time feild distortion emitters but i ran a full diagnostic on the systems there was no malfunction, the only reason we noticed it was because the emitters stopped emitting, well in this universe at least." Principal schellhous was nodding, a good indication to continue. "this happend on it's own and to be blunt i have no idea how." Prinipal Shellhous finished nodding, "Does the Rift behave as we theorized?"
Mr. Slavinois tilted his head to one side, "not, exactly...first of all, i haven't been able to send anything through it. there is a feild of some unknown force proventing that. our theories predicted constant instantanious transfer from one side to the other and vice versa, but something seems to be stopping it. the transportation side doesn't seem t be feasable. it also seems to be Stably unstable." principal schellhous blinked "Stably Unstable! do you know what this means?" "besides stumbleing upon sciences' first observable paradox, it means that this Gateway isn't stable and it isn't unstable..." the principle jumped in "... stable rifts don't radiate energy! unstalbe rifts do, however they close eventualy. this will exist infefinately as well as radiate it's energy into our universe! we have the power of twenty billion suns sitting right in our back yard, not only that but it's safe it's clean and doesn't have any ill effects! i'd say our little tinkering has done man kind well." Mr. Slavinois tried to force a smile "there is a catch." the principle stopped danceing around the room "what?!" "when it opened someone fell through...."
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Amorak's Secret
Amorak was pulling two long bits of wood he was able to salvage from the remains of his shack. Almost all the other wood was either lost or too damaged to use. He would have to go later to the forest to get more supplies. The problem was the forest was two miles away, and he didn't look forward to dragging the wood all the way back to the island.
He sighed and walked to the water's edge, prepared to dive into the salty water. One way or another, he needed that wood.
He was halfway across the lake when a shot of pain streaked through his body, arcing from the soles of his feet to the tips of his outstretched fingers as he swam. His back convulsed and he inhaled a mouthful of water. In seconds, Amorak was unconscious.
He awoke a moment later in a giant circular room dimly lit by candlelight. There were columns ringing a chamber in the center of the room, which was like a massive amphitheater. At the center of the chamber was a raised platform with a single figure strapped to a table. Around the platform, numerous hooded figures were swaying and chanting loud enough to be easily heard, but too low to make any sense of what was being said. Around the room, seemingly random marks of red, purple, and black lined the walls and columns with eerie symbols, and the symbols were pulsing with an ethereal light.
What is this? Amorak thought to himself as he edged closer to the platform. As he neared the figures, he feared they would discover him, but they seemed not to notice him. Rather, they kept their heads down underneath their hoods and chanted with single-minded vigor.
He climbed the few yet steep stairs that lead to the platform and the table. The figure was also hooded, the edge of a chin barely protruding out from the darkness within the garment. It did not move. Out of unconscious curiosity, he reached for the hood and pulled it back to reveal the face of the person underneath.
It was him.
With a yell, he thrust himself backwards, away from ... himself. His foot caught the edge of the stair, and he fell back off the platform. He jumped up with a fright, poised to fight off the hooded men if need be, for surely they were alerted to his presence now. But no, they were as devoted to their task as ever. He straightened up and looked at the figure again, certain he had hallucinated, but the unmistakable face was still there, lying on the table in a comatose state.
then he noticed something he hadn't before. From underneath the robes of the chanting figures emanated a soft fog, colored a shade of deep red. When he had first descended to the chamber, it was unnoticeable, but now it almost filled the while lower part of the room, with the platform solely standing above, and growing all the while.
It was when the fog reached the table and his other self upon it that all the forces of chaos broke loose. Lightning of every evil color imaginable filled the room, bouncing off walls and wrapping around the columns. Mysterious floating glowing orbs of light flew out from underneath the chanters' shawls. And the fog started to coalesce around the table and...boil?
The lightning struck the orbs, which grew in size and luminosity. The orbs then began to home in on the bubbling mass of fog. When one of them touched it, the fog flashed the same color of the orb it absorbed.
Just before the final orb was drawn in, a blinding flash of white light filled the room. The chanting figures were thrown back across the room, their incantation interrupted. Their hoods were forced back by the momentum, revealing their features to be rough and mildly scaled with a hint of red.
From the origin of the light came a horde of robed beings wielding rods which shined with the light that was filling the room. They rushed at the platform and blew away the fog, destroying the final orb. His other on the table convulsed and let out an unearthly scream of terror and pain. His shriek alerted the chanters, who leaped back to the platform with catlike speed and dexterity, poised on all fours. they were baring their teeth, which were pointed and uneven, giving them the appearance of deranged beasts.
What happened afterward threw Amorak's head in circles. The chanters threw themselves into the mass of lighted beings, whose light was now flickering in the room, mixing and swirling with the darkness of before; it was as if the light itse;f was warring with the darkness. Explosions rocked the floor, several columns collapsed, and all the while his other was still howling and convulsing on the table...
When Amorak regained conscoiusness, he saw the swimming images of Elsteba and Jacob hovering above him. He was lying on the beach of the lake. He coughed violently, and a lungfull of water sprayed out of his mouth.
"Are you alright?" Elsteba asked him worriedly. In response, he coughed out more water.
"We heard you shouting, and Elsteba saw you in the lake first. It took a while before we could get past your fists in order to get you to shore, " Jacob said, a little too smugly. Indeed, he had a few scratches on his face that he had apparently recieved from Amorak's flailing limbs.
Amorak pushed Elsteba off of him and got up from where he was laying on the ground. He straightened himself up and walked off, intending to get back to his task of rebuilding his shack.
"Who were the hooded figures?"
Amorak froze. It was unmistakably Jacob who spoke, but his mind was suddenly reeling. How did he know?
He turned around. Jacob was looking him straight in the eye. Elsteba was looking away shyly, which told him she also knew about his vision.
"After we pulled you to shore, Jacob's wrist thing went haywire and threw us into another holographic vision," Elsteba said hesitantly, "We...we saw the whole thing."
Amorak glared at the two of them for a moment longer, then turned on his heel and started back to his island, all desire of rebuilding his home lost. He just wanted to be alone.
"Wait," Jacob called after him, "What exactly was that whole bit about?"
"Long live the Umbering," Amorak responded with a mix of irony and sarcasm. He then swam to his island and sat on the shore, watching the sunset. He didn't once look back.
He sighed and walked to the water's edge, prepared to dive into the salty water. One way or another, he needed that wood.
He was halfway across the lake when a shot of pain streaked through his body, arcing from the soles of his feet to the tips of his outstretched fingers as he swam. His back convulsed and he inhaled a mouthful of water. In seconds, Amorak was unconscious.
He awoke a moment later in a giant circular room dimly lit by candlelight. There were columns ringing a chamber in the center of the room, which was like a massive amphitheater. At the center of the chamber was a raised platform with a single figure strapped to a table. Around the platform, numerous hooded figures were swaying and chanting loud enough to be easily heard, but too low to make any sense of what was being said. Around the room, seemingly random marks of red, purple, and black lined the walls and columns with eerie symbols, and the symbols were pulsing with an ethereal light.
What is this? Amorak thought to himself as he edged closer to the platform. As he neared the figures, he feared they would discover him, but they seemed not to notice him. Rather, they kept their heads down underneath their hoods and chanted with single-minded vigor.
He climbed the few yet steep stairs that lead to the platform and the table. The figure was also hooded, the edge of a chin barely protruding out from the darkness within the garment. It did not move. Out of unconscious curiosity, he reached for the hood and pulled it back to reveal the face of the person underneath.
It was him.
With a yell, he thrust himself backwards, away from ... himself. His foot caught the edge of the stair, and he fell back off the platform. He jumped up with a fright, poised to fight off the hooded men if need be, for surely they were alerted to his presence now. But no, they were as devoted to their task as ever. He straightened up and looked at the figure again, certain he had hallucinated, but the unmistakable face was still there, lying on the table in a comatose state.
then he noticed something he hadn't before. From underneath the robes of the chanting figures emanated a soft fog, colored a shade of deep red. When he had first descended to the chamber, it was unnoticeable, but now it almost filled the while lower part of the room, with the platform solely standing above, and growing all the while.
It was when the fog reached the table and his other self upon it that all the forces of chaos broke loose. Lightning of every evil color imaginable filled the room, bouncing off walls and wrapping around the columns. Mysterious floating glowing orbs of light flew out from underneath the chanters' shawls. And the fog started to coalesce around the table and...boil?
The lightning struck the orbs, which grew in size and luminosity. The orbs then began to home in on the bubbling mass of fog. When one of them touched it, the fog flashed the same color of the orb it absorbed.
Just before the final orb was drawn in, a blinding flash of white light filled the room. The chanting figures were thrown back across the room, their incantation interrupted. Their hoods were forced back by the momentum, revealing their features to be rough and mildly scaled with a hint of red.
From the origin of the light came a horde of robed beings wielding rods which shined with the light that was filling the room. They rushed at the platform and blew away the fog, destroying the final orb. His other on the table convulsed and let out an unearthly scream of terror and pain. His shriek alerted the chanters, who leaped back to the platform with catlike speed and dexterity, poised on all fours. they were baring their teeth, which were pointed and uneven, giving them the appearance of deranged beasts.
What happened afterward threw Amorak's head in circles. The chanters threw themselves into the mass of lighted beings, whose light was now flickering in the room, mixing and swirling with the darkness of before; it was as if the light itse;f was warring with the darkness. Explosions rocked the floor, several columns collapsed, and all the while his other was still howling and convulsing on the table...
When Amorak regained conscoiusness, he saw the swimming images of Elsteba and Jacob hovering above him. He was lying on the beach of the lake. He coughed violently, and a lungfull of water sprayed out of his mouth.
"Are you alright?" Elsteba asked him worriedly. In response, he coughed out more water.
"We heard you shouting, and Elsteba saw you in the lake first. It took a while before we could get past your fists in order to get you to shore, " Jacob said, a little too smugly. Indeed, he had a few scratches on his face that he had apparently recieved from Amorak's flailing limbs.
Amorak pushed Elsteba off of him and got up from where he was laying on the ground. He straightened himself up and walked off, intending to get back to his task of rebuilding his shack.
"Who were the hooded figures?"
Amorak froze. It was unmistakably Jacob who spoke, but his mind was suddenly reeling. How did he know?
He turned around. Jacob was looking him straight in the eye. Elsteba was looking away shyly, which told him she also knew about his vision.
"After we pulled you to shore, Jacob's wrist thing went haywire and threw us into another holographic vision," Elsteba said hesitantly, "We...we saw the whole thing."
Amorak glared at the two of them for a moment longer, then turned on his heel and started back to his island, all desire of rebuilding his home lost. He just wanted to be alone.
"Wait," Jacob called after him, "What exactly was that whole bit about?"
"Long live the Umbering," Amorak responded with a mix of irony and sarcasm. He then swam to his island and sat on the shore, watching the sunset. He didn't once look back.
Friday, September 19, 2008
A Story Explained
When Amorak departed, he left Jacob and Elsteba on the shore of the small island. As Amorak swam toward the main land and what was left of his shack, tensions between those who remained grew.
"Well…" said Jacob as he stood and stretched his arms toward the sky "I need some time to think, I will not be far away." And with that he dropped his hover sail turning on its sun charged battery and bringing it to life, jumped on it and sailed a few meters away, to a small cove on the Island, still in sight of Elsteba but far enough away that she could not hear him.
As he came to a stop the two blue figures shimmered back to life. "So… tell me why did my father send me hear? Why did he send me hear when… when we where so close to finally having victory over the Thunder birds? Why, when we where so close to perfecting the Pathogen and final victory, did he sentence me to this Hellish seclusion?"
"First your father wanted us to tell you that he loved you, and that he did this for your own good," said the armor-encased hologram standing arm in arm with the teacher dressed in ancient robes.
"Understood. Now tell me WHY!?!" he yelled, getting upset.
The two figures looked down sympathetically at him. "He discovered that if you would have stayed in your existence, you would have been killed or enslaved. He never told us what," said Athelia, "He just mentioned that you where the only one who could leave our dying world. The solsages of our planet created a powerful weapon this you know, but you don't even comprehend how powerful. It was on a level that the second it was discovered it sent the whole of infinite existence into a downward spiral, and not even your father couldn't predict where it would end up. Some of the affects we saw on our world. The two suns merging into one dying red star, the mutation of your people, and the loss of countless lives - while these things were travesties, they are nothing compared to what was coming."
Jacob was in a state of shock. Yellow SUN!! "If all of these things have already happened, what, then, has happened to my father?"
"No one can say, we don't know if our home has been destroyed or enslaved yet by the force that your father detected, or if home is still waiting there for us to return when the time is right."
"How did my father know of this impending attack on our world?"said Jacob sarcastically.
"He found some artifacts that supposedly dated back to before the big bang. Ten years ago, when you were still pretty young, the artifact gave him dreams about a darkness that enveloped everything. There was nothing specific about the dreams, just that single impression about a dark force, as well as one additional dream about the location of other artifacts. Your father went out in search of them, and they all did the same thing - gave him dreams about an impending doom, a darkness that would swallow our home whole, and then continue onward, devouring world after world after world, meanwhile becoming stronger all of the time."
"So my father sent me to a different dimension because he thinks that some cosmic force that has tried before to destroy all of existence is coming back, and he thinks this because he found some odd artifacts that gave him dreams filled with a dark presence?" The two floating figures in front of him couldn't answer at first. They just looked at each other, then back at him and nodded. "Great. Well better get back to the others, and see if we can find some food," said Jacob dismissively, "I am hungry."
"Well…" said Jacob as he stood and stretched his arms toward the sky "I need some time to think, I will not be far away." And with that he dropped his hover sail turning on its sun charged battery and bringing it to life, jumped on it and sailed a few meters away, to a small cove on the Island, still in sight of Elsteba but far enough away that she could not hear him.
As he came to a stop the two blue figures shimmered back to life. "So… tell me why did my father send me hear? Why did he send me hear when… when we where so close to finally having victory over the Thunder birds? Why, when we where so close to perfecting the Pathogen and final victory, did he sentence me to this Hellish seclusion?"
"First your father wanted us to tell you that he loved you, and that he did this for your own good," said the armor-encased hologram standing arm in arm with the teacher dressed in ancient robes.
"Understood. Now tell me WHY!?!" he yelled, getting upset.
The two figures looked down sympathetically at him. "He discovered that if you would have stayed in your existence, you would have been killed or enslaved. He never told us what," said Athelia, "He just mentioned that you where the only one who could leave our dying world. The solsages of our planet created a powerful weapon this you know, but you don't even comprehend how powerful. It was on a level that the second it was discovered it sent the whole of infinite existence into a downward spiral, and not even your father couldn't predict where it would end up. Some of the affects we saw on our world. The two suns merging into one dying red star, the mutation of your people, and the loss of countless lives - while these things were travesties, they are nothing compared to what was coming."
Jacob was in a state of shock. Yellow SUN!! "If all of these things have already happened, what, then, has happened to my father?"
"No one can say, we don't know if our home has been destroyed or enslaved yet by the force that your father detected, or if home is still waiting there for us to return when the time is right."
"How did my father know of this impending attack on our world?"said Jacob sarcastically.
"He found some artifacts that supposedly dated back to before the big bang. Ten years ago, when you were still pretty young, the artifact gave him dreams about a darkness that enveloped everything. There was nothing specific about the dreams, just that single impression about a dark force, as well as one additional dream about the location of other artifacts. Your father went out in search of them, and they all did the same thing - gave him dreams about an impending doom, a darkness that would swallow our home whole, and then continue onward, devouring world after world after world, meanwhile becoming stronger all of the time."
"So my father sent me to a different dimension because he thinks that some cosmic force that has tried before to destroy all of existence is coming back, and he thinks this because he found some odd artifacts that gave him dreams filled with a dark presence?" The two floating figures in front of him couldn't answer at first. They just looked at each other, then back at him and nodded. "Great. Well better get back to the others, and see if we can find some food," said Jacob dismissively, "I am hungry."
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
An Untold Past
"...and that's how I got here," Elsteba concluded. Emerging of of her memory, she had the satisfaction of seeing the awe on Jacob's face. Amorak, however, though unmistakeably listening intently, looked as if he could care less.
"Wow. Amazing," Jacob finally managed to get out, "Your world must be quite the spectacle for everything to shine like the great Yellow Sun."
"It looks kind of cool, I guess," Elsteba said, "Though it gets very boring. There's nothing like this...nature." She gestured to the grass they were sitting on - which was not grass that Amorak harvested - and then to the cliff they were sitting on which overlooked the gigantic lake, as well as Amorak's late shack.
"Really?" Athelia asked, astonished, "How do you get your exercise - or air for that matter."
"The machines take care of everything." Silence filled the group for a few minutes. "So anyway, what about you, Jacob?"
Athelia and Gammon shied sideways glances at each other while Jacob's demeanor immediately fell into melancholy. For a moment, Elsteba regretted asking the question.
"You told me your story...I suppose it's only fair I tell you mine."
Ignoring Elsteba's protests of how he didn't have to share if he didn't want to, he stood up, pressed a few buttons on the watch-machine he was wearing, and before they could think twice, they were thrust into a holographic world - one that seemed a little too real for Elsteba's taste.
They were standing in the middle of a vast city. Apart from the many colors and lack of a metallic biodome, it wasn't that different from Elsteba's home city. There were many hovercrafts soaring through the air in every direction, none going in exactly the same route, but none interfering with the flights of the others. It was perfect symphony of cooperation.
But Elsteba's attention was not on the city. She was too focused on the sky, where two great suns resided. the brighter of the suns was a great vivid yellow, and the other, oddly enough, was a deep reddish purple. The combined lights made the world look almost bruised.
"Here is my legacy."
Elsteba looked at Jacob and was very surprised when he saw the discomfort and pain etched in every pore on his face. He made a few adjustments on his wristwatch, and soon they were flying through the city, weaving in and out of skyscrapers, until they came to a tall box-like building with a giant circular piece of glass fixed to the roof. Elsteba could discern mo purpose for this building.
Until Jacob showed what happened next. He pressed another button, and the glass raised out of the building, revealing itself to be an odd looking lens. One side of the underside had a shallow droop, and the other was an elongated pyramid shape, ending in a fine point.
"This is the greatest invention of the solsages, the priests who lead us in our worship of the two great suns, Yellow and Blood. This is a diverser. It collects the light given by the suns and splits them according to the origin. The result is two separate collections of pure solar energy, or Solacaden. This Solacaden had many uses due to its powerful nature, but one corrupt solsage had different intents for it."
They closed in on a relatively calm looking man wearing a bright yellow robe that was embellished with red-purple lining. He held in one hand a vial of swirling yellow liquid-like substance, and in the other a vial of deep purple contents.
As if in slow motion, the man opened the vials and poured the liquid into his open mouth. Or at least, he tried to. His mouth was open and his hands were nearly to his face when a loud flash of light appeared, accompanied with a sound similar to a thunderclap a meter away. The substances flew out of their vials and engulfed the man, the lens-topped building, and most of the surrounding area. A bright swirl of color flashed through their eyes, and, as sudden as it had come, the light disappeared along with another thunderclap. When it was gone, it left destruction and ruin in its wake. Everywhere the light had touched, it looked like the city had been in a state of decay for a hundred years.
"You would imagine that this kind of power would be realized and quickly put down and discouraged, but other solsages started to get the same idea. It wasn't long before they implemented their idea across the world, destroying every other city that dared stand up to them. It wasn't long before every city looked like this.
"The energy started to spread from ruin to ruin, corrupting minds and mutating bodies wherever it went. One particular fierce mutation was-"
An enormous shadow passed overhead in the shape of a large tattered crow.
"-the Thunderbirds."
The shadow burst into shape and color, and Elsteba could see it for what it was - a giant bird colored the deepest purple, with a single jagged line of yellow crawling its way down the birds back.
"Not only were these creatures mean and powerful; they were also intelligent. Evil and twisted, but very smart. My people had no choice but to wage war on them. And we were losing.
"My father was an ingenious scientist, and invented a massive shield that would keep out the destructive energies, as well as those altered by it. However, a side effect of this was whenever the shield was up, it blocked the powerful energies from the suns, and we could not get power. This wasn't a problem most of the time, but when we needed to refill our energy stocks, it meant shutting the shields down.
"My job, therefore, was to patrol around the surrounding area and scout for any approaching creatures. That's what was happening on my last day there."
The hologram flickered, then centered on a second Jacob, speeding along on his hoversail across the now wasted ruins of the city. A shadow approached him, and Elsteba recognized the shadow as a Thunderbird. They followed Jacob's progress back to the hanger, through his home, and into the room where he was transported into another dimension.
A few more buttons, and they were back on the grassy cliff overlooking the lake.
"...Woah..." Elsteba managed to get out. And I thought I had it rough...
Whether there was an unspoken signal not to discuss this voyage through Jacob's history or they were to winded to be able to, they instead looked expectantly at Amorak.
"My story is my own," he said, and promptly stood up, dove off the cliff into the water, swam to his island, and began to repair his shack.
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Woah, now I'm a little winded after writing this post...
"Wow. Amazing," Jacob finally managed to get out, "Your world must be quite the spectacle for everything to shine like the great Yellow Sun."
"It looks kind of cool, I guess," Elsteba said, "Though it gets very boring. There's nothing like this...nature." She gestured to the grass they were sitting on - which was not grass that Amorak harvested - and then to the cliff they were sitting on which overlooked the gigantic lake, as well as Amorak's late shack.
"Really?" Athelia asked, astonished, "How do you get your exercise - or air for that matter."
"The machines take care of everything." Silence filled the group for a few minutes. "So anyway, what about you, Jacob?"
Athelia and Gammon shied sideways glances at each other while Jacob's demeanor immediately fell into melancholy. For a moment, Elsteba regretted asking the question.
"You told me your story...I suppose it's only fair I tell you mine."
Ignoring Elsteba's protests of how he didn't have to share if he didn't want to, he stood up, pressed a few buttons on the watch-machine he was wearing, and before they could think twice, they were thrust into a holographic world - one that seemed a little too real for Elsteba's taste.
They were standing in the middle of a vast city. Apart from the many colors and lack of a metallic biodome, it wasn't that different from Elsteba's home city. There were many hovercrafts soaring through the air in every direction, none going in exactly the same route, but none interfering with the flights of the others. It was perfect symphony of cooperation.
But Elsteba's attention was not on the city. She was too focused on the sky, where two great suns resided. the brighter of the suns was a great vivid yellow, and the other, oddly enough, was a deep reddish purple. The combined lights made the world look almost bruised.
"Here is my legacy."
Elsteba looked at Jacob and was very surprised when he saw the discomfort and pain etched in every pore on his face. He made a few adjustments on his wristwatch, and soon they were flying through the city, weaving in and out of skyscrapers, until they came to a tall box-like building with a giant circular piece of glass fixed to the roof. Elsteba could discern mo purpose for this building.
Until Jacob showed what happened next. He pressed another button, and the glass raised out of the building, revealing itself to be an odd looking lens. One side of the underside had a shallow droop, and the other was an elongated pyramid shape, ending in a fine point.
"This is the greatest invention of the solsages, the priests who lead us in our worship of the two great suns, Yellow and Blood. This is a diverser. It collects the light given by the suns and splits them according to the origin. The result is two separate collections of pure solar energy, or Solacaden. This Solacaden had many uses due to its powerful nature, but one corrupt solsage had different intents for it."
They closed in on a relatively calm looking man wearing a bright yellow robe that was embellished with red-purple lining. He held in one hand a vial of swirling yellow liquid-like substance, and in the other a vial of deep purple contents.
As if in slow motion, the man opened the vials and poured the liquid into his open mouth. Or at least, he tried to. His mouth was open and his hands were nearly to his face when a loud flash of light appeared, accompanied with a sound similar to a thunderclap a meter away. The substances flew out of their vials and engulfed the man, the lens-topped building, and most of the surrounding area. A bright swirl of color flashed through their eyes, and, as sudden as it had come, the light disappeared along with another thunderclap. When it was gone, it left destruction and ruin in its wake. Everywhere the light had touched, it looked like the city had been in a state of decay for a hundred years.
"You would imagine that this kind of power would be realized and quickly put down and discouraged, but other solsages started to get the same idea. It wasn't long before they implemented their idea across the world, destroying every other city that dared stand up to them. It wasn't long before every city looked like this.
"The energy started to spread from ruin to ruin, corrupting minds and mutating bodies wherever it went. One particular fierce mutation was-"
An enormous shadow passed overhead in the shape of a large tattered crow.
"-the Thunderbirds."
The shadow burst into shape and color, and Elsteba could see it for what it was - a giant bird colored the deepest purple, with a single jagged line of yellow crawling its way down the birds back.
"Not only were these creatures mean and powerful; they were also intelligent. Evil and twisted, but very smart. My people had no choice but to wage war on them. And we were losing.
"My father was an ingenious scientist, and invented a massive shield that would keep out the destructive energies, as well as those altered by it. However, a side effect of this was whenever the shield was up, it blocked the powerful energies from the suns, and we could not get power. This wasn't a problem most of the time, but when we needed to refill our energy stocks, it meant shutting the shields down.
"My job, therefore, was to patrol around the surrounding area and scout for any approaching creatures. That's what was happening on my last day there."
The hologram flickered, then centered on a second Jacob, speeding along on his hoversail across the now wasted ruins of the city. A shadow approached him, and Elsteba recognized the shadow as a Thunderbird. They followed Jacob's progress back to the hanger, through his home, and into the room where he was transported into another dimension.
A few more buttons, and they were back on the grassy cliff overlooking the lake.
"...Woah..." Elsteba managed to get out. And I thought I had it rough...
Whether there was an unspoken signal not to discuss this voyage through Jacob's history or they were to winded to be able to, they instead looked expectantly at Amorak.
"My story is my own," he said, and promptly stood up, dove off the cliff into the water, swam to his island, and began to repair his shack.
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Woah, now I'm a little winded after writing this post...
Fufilling the Prophesy
Far Far away Two intense Silver eyes Watched the Gigantic Crystal Shpere they had been charged to watch since the Current Aeon Had Begun. Alsifar had been entrusted with watching over a very well guarded unknown secret. one which governed the fate of many universes. this amazeing crystal sphere before him monitered and recorded nearly all of Recorded Space time. no event could be over looked, for any could mean something either very bad or very good, for many countless years he had watched and reviewed hundreds of space frames, looking for indications of either the good or the bad. in all the that time he had neither seen, the good or bad he was looking for. then it happened, a slight shift in space time, an indication of change...in this case the good change alsifar was looking for he watched it manifest. he sat back for a moment and smiled as he watched it grow, and then another shift started and converged with the other and was made manifest. then Unexpectadly several other changes began, these made him frown...though they where small and had not made themselves manifest it was the beguinning of the bad. Finaly thought alsifar, my time to act is here. i must make haste and return to Real Spacetime. Alsifar sighed, the entire Station would Have to Become Unreachable for A long time, the power requred to launch him into Reality would take time to aquire, and surely would eclipse his dwelling place into nothing, but it must be done, he conviced himself for the final time. They must know all he knew if they where to survive the comming storm that all realitys would have to endure, they being the Carefuly selected Protectors of All Space Time. as they had already entered into one Singular space time he needed to Beguin prepairations for his depature, it would take time, but it would give them time to get to know one another.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Converging of Fates
Elsteba was hanging on to the boy's neck for dear life. He was swimming on the surface of the water at speeds she didn't think possible, and as a result she had difficulties in staying on his back. The freezing morning water didn't help matters at all.
They were about halfway to the shack when the boy suddenly stopped. Grateful as she was to regain her grip around his shoulders, still she was a little worried at his sudden halt.
"What's going on?" she asked hesitantly.
For an answer, he stuck his head under the water, almost submerging them both. He was looking for something.
Just then, there was a shaking tremor almost directly beneath them. The boy brought his head out of the water with a scared look on his face. that, more than the tremors, scared Elsteba. If this wasn't something the boy was accustomed to, it apparently wasn't supposed to happen.
The water began to bulge, with them at the crest of the mound. Higher and higher the water rose, until they could easily see the top of the hill they had come from, as well as the shack they were going to. If Elsteba had chosen to look over the edge, she would have seen the mound's sides were almost vertical.
When they were almost willing to jump off, the mound burst, spraying water in every direction. A wave crashed town onto the island and the shore alike, destroying everything in its path. Elsteba and the boy fell sideways into the salty lake, landing with a crash into the wakes.
When the mound had completely fallen, there was a floating figure in the air where it was, standing on a board, with two luminescent partners standing on either side of him.
They were about halfway to the shack when the boy suddenly stopped. Grateful as she was to regain her grip around his shoulders, still she was a little worried at his sudden halt.
"What's going on?" she asked hesitantly.
For an answer, he stuck his head under the water, almost submerging them both. He was looking for something.
Just then, there was a shaking tremor almost directly beneath them. The boy brought his head out of the water with a scared look on his face. that, more than the tremors, scared Elsteba. If this wasn't something the boy was accustomed to, it apparently wasn't supposed to happen.
The water began to bulge, with them at the crest of the mound. Higher and higher the water rose, until they could easily see the top of the hill they had come from, as well as the shack they were going to. If Elsteba had chosen to look over the edge, she would have seen the mound's sides were almost vertical.
When they were almost willing to jump off, the mound burst, spraying water in every direction. A wave crashed town onto the island and the shore alike, destroying everything in its path. Elsteba and the boy fell sideways into the salty lake, landing with a crash into the wakes.
When the mound had completely fallen, there was a floating figure in the air where it was, standing on a board, with two luminescent partners standing on either side of him.
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