sephiroth_king

Thank-you Xewleer, that means a lot to me... The next chapters coming up are in honor of him, and the death inspired me spiritually and mentally. I hope they are the best ones. Again, thank-you.

I'm sorry, everyone. It seems for me, the worst has come to the worst. This is no news post. This is an informal to those I've let down. I will only do this one something has happene to me or my family. When it comes down to it, my family is facing future problems. One of my friends has passed away, at age 17, one of my best friends. I attended the wake and funeral for this, and have not been able to post at all, yesterday or today. I'm sorry for letting my reader's down, but I had to pay my respects, and I promise you by tommorw (Don't know when) the last to chapters will be up. I'm sorry for the inconvienience. :cry:

Rage started to consume Fienrir. They wouldn't let me go...They don't know who they are facing! Fienrir knew; he remembered as if it were still eight years into the past, were Vad'Idlien fell to the Twilit master. Even still today, the world was affected by it. Now, Hylean and the other's marched into a trap that Fienrir thought would be the end of their lives. Fienrir quickly bandaged up his arms, so that the pain would not surge through his body at any of the wrong moments. He slowly put his sword in it's sheathe, as it went in smoothly and gently and clicked when it was in. He put his gear on, and even put his amulet on. "Were are you going?" Fienrir jumped in shock. Roald stood at the door, smiling with intensity. "You forgot something." Roald threw his leather coat over to him. "What? You are...Letting me go?" "Fienrir, of all of the year's I have known you, you have been a brave man whom protected the one's he loved. Even today, you fight for that one special person, Ranguvar." Fienrir smiled, and left the room. "Although you are leaving, Fienrir," Roald quietly said, "I've sent a message to Hylean. He can either help you or not. But I predict your actions; and I hope they will help." **************** "What?!" Hylean upheld the note. Written in clear ink, he read aloud: Dear Hylean, Fienrir has left. I did not stop him. But hear me out, as you will learn some of the things of his past that he may not have told you. You see, Fienrir was one of the bravest of brave we've ever had, whom would risk life itself to save the one's he loved. Ranguvar is the one. Now, he chases the man whom escaped his grasp before he could slay him. I'm not speaking of the dark king; I speak of a might warrior of Twilight, whom corrupted the minds of his loved one's and nearly obliterated him. Before that, he even had to slay one of his friends, whom had been corrupted by the forces of Twilight. His name was Vincent, as his name was written in history and will always be remembered as so. With all of this being said, don't think it is his testosterone level. No; it is mere courage. Courage to protect Alexis and Ranguvar and even you. Fienrir has always upheld frienship and love as a priority, and there is nothing you and I can do to stop that. Lastly, whom he is pursuing. He is a man of the Vad'Idlien war's whom we do not speak; and I will not reveal this to you. He can tell you. I am no man of telling his secrets. With all of this being explained, you can either help him, or keep pursuing the man in your own direction. For wither way, you will cross each other's destinies, and Fienrir will meet his destiny. Your's Truly, King Roald Hylean crumbled the letter within his grasp. "His courage sees no boundaries." "What should we do? I don't want him to be hurt any more than he already has been!" Ranguvar said. "Then we should pursue him?" Alexia's voice contained worry, too. "I don't know. But wherever Fienrir is..." He lifted his arm up, as a raven swooped down onto his arm. "Valevor will get my letter to him."

Everyone else says this is odd? Many authors have a dream that usually inspries them to write a story. It's what drives the author. I liked it. Good job as always, Issy.

Author's Notes 1/22: Next story coming up, the sequal to The_Advent, which I dub the title of "The_Corrupt." Yes, Fienrir will still be the main character, but more twists will be added for your convienience. 1/22: If you have any questions, feel free to PM me, instead of stringing more posts here. 1/23(JUST IN!): I just want to let all of my reader's know that The_Corrupt, the sequal, and The_Advent, and the last one (Which I don't want to spoil) are all one story. Although they are three parts to one story, they are all different concepts, as each one will take you three years later. I might just put the next one on here, but I might not. Just want to give my readers a heads up, because in reality, they are like three parts to one book. Also, every "Part" of the story will contain 19 or 20 chapters. Series/Story News 1/22: Since I didn't post a chapter today, I'll write three tommorow for reader's convienience. Not only that, but I'll spoil the name of the next two. _Despair Within Betrayal _Secession Lucky you. Be prepared; they will all be posted tommorow at 6:30 PM sharp. If it's posted earler, lucky me---Er, I mean you. You are probably wondering: What of the third chapter? Tell us that title! No; you can see for yourself. 1/23: The two I mentioned are posted, Depair within betrayal is long, but Secession is extremely short, but something bad happens, so I wouldn't be very angry. Besides, that's Secession; the next one is called: Execution. Spoiler! Oh Well. Enjoy. 1/23: Unfortunatley, I cannot make the last chapter I promised you. Instead, I've decided to post the last chapter's two day's from now, so you can visualize what happens next. 1/23(JUST IN!): Since Secession was short, I've decided to continue it to make it longer and more action filled. This WILL NOT affect the last two chapter's being posted. I REPEAT: WILL NOT! I plan to post the second part of Secession tommorow. Then, Chapter 18 will be called: The Dark King. The last chapter will be 19, but I feel I should not release the name. There will also be an Epilogue. Be prepared on Thursday for the conclusion, and the birth of the sequal: The_Corrupt. 1/24(JUST IN): It seems that I've accidently made two names for the next chapter, Execution, and The Dark King. I've changed it (Yet again.) This time, and the last time, it will be called: Rebirth (You'll see.) I've also posted Secession: Part 2. (READ IT, OR YOU WON'T UNDERTAND THE NEXT CHAPTER!) Enjoy. 1/24(JUST IN): The last to chapter's of this story will be posted by 6:30 PM sharp. I mean it. No delays. Nothing dumb like that. After I write them, I hope you are ready for the sequal: The_Corrupt. Funny thing about that is I've also found the name of the last part of the trilogy. But I'm not telling you. There's also a catch to The_Corrupt, but it's a suprise. Be prepared.

Chapter 17: Secession, Part two: Valiance Fienrir stood among the rubble of the crumbled citadel, which smashed onto the mighty ground of the Eastern and Western provinces of the mighty, burned battle fields. Fienrir stood among the archer's and mages, as the warriors saught out refuge in the Western province near the Zamorakian's temporary refuge. The war was over, but now everyone saught the capture and true secession of the Zamorakian's, wheres Fienrir would gain entry to the castle of Twilight in the province of darkness. He knew what he had to do; he commanded the warriors to create a diversion of the West entrance, as the would not pay any attention to the Southern entrance if they were attacked. Then, he would split the mages to the Eastern side, as they would use spells to crumble their medical tents and their makeshift underground bases. Lastly, the archers would volley fire arrows when the would not expect it, forcing the Zamorakian's to either escape into the underground, or secede. If it was means of escape, Fienrir would block them from going into an escape route, hopefully. "Roald..." Fienrir looked down on the mourning prince, who's tears trickled down his red cheeks, "I understand that your father is gone...I saw Reldo weeping before he went to remove the boulders off of their bodies. But would he want to see you weep for him, or would he want you to suck it up and fight?" Roald, wiping the tears off of his face, replied: "He would want me to fight...But to remember him during the battle." "Then stop the tears. I don't know if this is worse than...Losing your mother. I remember that day, as you cried for weeks. But you kept yourself strong, and you never let go of the good memories with her. You carried on, and always looked up to me as a big brother." Roald, at this point, grinned. "Now, here you stand, thinking you are alone, but you aren't. Your father and your mother are with you, as your brother and I will always be with you." Roalds' tears stopped falling from his cheeks, as he rose, a ferocious look upon his face. "You are right. They will always be with me, through life or death. I should not cry." "Wrong. You should mourn when time benifits you, but now, I don't think he gives a damn if you mourn. I think e wants you to show your bravery, and kill those who killed him." "Yes!" Roald climbed upon the rubble. "For the two kings! Hail the two kings!" The last of the soldiers were enkindled with hope, as the archer's dipped their arrows into fire, and the warriors began to attack. The clashed of blades and the screams of those who attempted to escape were heard. Fienrir ran up, himself: Let me have fun, too! The horizon of the small, crumblinng town came into view as the mages began to burn the tents and shelters down. He entered the small place; it seems they have been here for a while. Fienrir witnessed the horror that these men inflicted upon other's, and he wanted to end the lives of those who wanted to end his life. Seeing his chance, he saw a wounded Zamorakian, attempting to open his spell book. Too late! Fienrir thought, as he sliced the man's neck open. He began to run through the village, cutting down the Zamorakian's that blocked his path. Finally, he reached his final destination: an opening in the ground! He jumped inside, not knowing what awaited him, as the trap door shut coldly behind him. **************** "Your majesty?" "What do you want?" "Fienrir has fallen for the trap." "That fool!" The king exitedly said. "I expect my gaurds to kill him." "Didn't you want to kill him, sire?" "That was before..." He paused, as he clenched his fists, angrily growling. "That was before...When I didn't know he was the Avent. Now get out." The Zamorakian bowed. "I heard that." The king through a knife into the man's neck. "You should all know by now," The king bitterly declared, "that I hear more than words. No one calls me a coward." **************** Fienrir landed on his feet. The dampness of the ground made him shiver, as he slowly walked down the halls of the underground pass. Fienrir jumped, as the flames of the lanterns on the walls ignited. He was greeted by the sight of dead bodies, clearly Zamorakian's, all the way down the hall. As the last torches lit, two figures were revealed. Fienrir was shocked. "Fienrir," the gentle voice said, "if you cannot defeat us...Then the fate of the land is sealed. If you cannot defeat us...Then you are not ready for the dark king. If you cannot defeat us...Then your fate as The Advent will end, and the world will be doomed to everlasting Twilight." The voice echoed in the halls, as Fienrir agonized over whom he had to fight. TO BE CONCLUDED

Hi! I understand that you read my old version of my story. If you want to read the new version, then click the link below. It is long, so I don't expect you to print it! :D I am nearly done with it, and soon I will release a sequal. If you don't get this, I will send you a PM, too. The_Advent

Author's Notes 1/22: Next story coming up, the sequal to The_Advent, which I dub the title of "The_Corrupt." Yes, Fienrir will still be the main character, but more twists will be added for your convienience. 1/22: If you have any questions, feel free to PM me, instead of stringing more posts here. 1/23(JUST IN!): I just want to let all of my reader's know that The_Corrupt, the sequal, and The_Advent, and the last one (Which I don't want to spoil) are all one story. Although they are three parts to one story, they are all different concepts, as each one will take you three years later. I might just put the next one on here, but I might not. Just want to give my readers a heads up, because in reality, they are like three parts to one book. Also, every "Part" of the story will contain 19 or 20 chapters. Series/Story News 1/22: Since I didn't post a chapter today, I'll write three tommorow for reader's convienience. Not only that, but I'll spoil the name of the next two. _Despair Within Betrayal _Secession Lucky you. Be prepared; they will all be posted tommorow at 6:30 PM sharp. If it's posted earler, lucky me---Er, I mean you. You are probably wondering: What of the third chapter? Tell us that title! No; you can see for yourself. 1/23: The two I mentioned are posted, Depair within betrayal is long, but Secession is extremely short, but something bad happens, so I wouldn't be very angry. Besides, that's Secession; the next one is called: Execution. Spoiler! Oh Well. Enjoy. 1/23: Unfortunatley, I cannot make the last chapter I promised you. Instead, I've decided to post the last chapter's two day's from now, so you can visualize what happens next. 1/23(JUST IN!): Since Secession was short, I've decided to continue it to make it longer and more action filled. This WILL NOT affect the last two chapter's being posted. I REPEAT: WILL NOT! I plan to post the second part of Secession tommorow. Then, Chapter 18 will be called: The Dark King. The last chapter will be 19, but I feel I should not release the name. There will also be an Epilogue. Be prepared on Thursday for the conclusion, and the birth of the sequal: The_Corrupt.

Fienrir rejected counel with Roald. Instead, he decided to head to one of the gates, as he warned the townsfolk of the calamity that approaches. The gaurds were panting with fear; but he knew that no man was as strong as he. "Retreat to the bar in the West, I'll take it from here." Fienrir relieved the gaurds of their duty, as they ran off in satisfaction. The gate began to rumble. slowly, he walked over to the gaurd tower, knocking it down, completely blocking entry. That should hold 'em. He walked over to the next gate, which wasn't closed yet. This is were I expect them to invade. "What are you doing!" Roald and Hylean ran towards Fienrir, "Idiot! What are you waiting for?" "They come this way; I await them, so you both must take refuge!" "This can't possibly be testosterone!" Hylean said. "I'm going to get Alexis and the others!" Fienrir stood by the man gates, not moving a muscle. "Look, the gate is open!" Fienrir heard at the south gate. He ran towards it. Damn! Hylean came out with some warriors and Alexis, who strung her bow. "Wait up!" Fienrir didn't listen. They chased him. "Look, it's Fienrir!" One of the warriors said, "And his faithful canine compainions." Fienrir glanced to see Hylean and the other's behind him. "Hello, Fienrir. Hylean." A man in a red overcoat walked into the road. "I suppose you are here to kill us, blah, blah, blah. Hylean..." "What do you want?" Hylean gripped a couple of runes, just in case. "Give us the girl." "What? No!" Hylean began to race in, but Fienrir prevented him. "I'l take care of him." Fienrir jumped into the battle. "By the way, her name is Alexis." Fienrir declared. "Like I care." The man said bitterly. The fight was near an end, as the man yelled: "Fhuytius!" The spell created a mighty fireball, and he lunged it towards Alexis. No! He knows Zamorakian spells? Impossible! "No!" Fienrir jumped in front of Hylean, who shielded Alexis. Fienrir collapsed. "No!" Hylean loked up. The army was gone. Was there target...Fienrir? Immediatley, everyone tended to Fienrir's wounds.

oops...Ya, I wasn't being careful among my spelling, because my finger's became tired and I got a headache. Thanks, I'll fix right away, and I'll go right to posting the RPG thingy.

Actually, all grammer is correct. Yes, that was Fenrir and Argarok talking in himself. I'll just say this: When there are italicized words, then you know he is speaking within himself. But when you say Sephiroth...FF character's aren't in this story, so please don't confuse me. Oh, and I made the last chapter longer, but no need to read. You can see for yourself later. Also read the news section, so you know when the next chapters come. RPG story, here I come!

Chapter 17: Secession His rage continued to surge within him, as he killed his next victim, trying to cast a spell on Fienrir. He didn't care if they pleaded for mercy; he struck them down, whatever they were doing, and whatever they pleaded. The soldiers around him began to drop, as none of Vad'Idliens troops fell. The two kings were cutting down the Zamorakian's with ease, each next to each other and defending one another. Fienrir started to make his way towards them, killing any whom stepped in his way. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Bad news, mylord." The Zamorakian warrior said cowardly to the king. "What has happened?" The king bitterly asked. "It seems Fienrir, mylord, killed Vincent and saved the children." "What?!" The king slammed his fists onto his throan. "This cannot be!" "Sir...He seemed to have been double powered by an inner demon..." "But only the Advent has---" The king stopped. "No...He cannot be the Advent..." "He must be, mylord." The Zamorakian declared. The king glared at the cowardly man. "Well," The king said, "Leave me to my bidding. Get out!" The man rushed out, as the king plopped himself onto his throne. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "What are they doing?" King Syrese asked. "it looks like a retreat!" King Vad'Idlien happily said. "No..." Fienrir said. "The stomping...Can you not feel it? Giants are approaching. They released..." "Giants! Warriors, retreat!" King Syrese, yelled out. "Re---" A crash of a rock impacted the King. A giant picked up another boulder in the distance. Blood seeped from under the rock. "No!" Fienrir yelled. "There's no time! Come on!" King Vad'Idlien grabbed Fienrir's arm, running back towards the citadel. "Fine, 'Mylord', then what next?" Fienrir asked Vad'Idlien angrily. "I don't know, but---" Vad'Idlien was struck by an arrow, as he collapsed. Flaming arrows started to sear through the air! Swiftly, Fienrir made his way back to the annhiallated citadel, as the last of the warriors were shot down my arrows. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "They were what?" Roald and Reldo said in unicen. "Killed...I'm sorry...Your father is dead." Roald sat on a rock in nearby rubble. "We must secede..." Fienrir couldn't believe those words left his lips. "No," Roald rose, his face red with rage, "My father would never give up, even in the worst of times. We must fight back." He picked up his staff and stood upon rubble. "If we don't, then we will all be executed anyway! We must take up arms, and fight back, or this citadel will collapse upon us, and we will be left here for rotting. Instead, we must defeat them, and avenge the two kings that died to protect this kingdom..." He paused, as the warriors were enkindled with hope. "Isn't protecting this place what we were trying to accomplish? Then we must fight back; with heart, mind, strenth...And soul!" The men held their blades up, cheering for victory. "True words of a king." Fienrir bowed to Roald, as he procalaimed, "King Roald." "That's enough, Fienrir. Now, you know your job, Field general." "Yessir! Alright, all archers stay within the citadel, spread out in different areas so they don't know were to shoot. Warriors, exit out of the other side and make your way around. Mages, stand upon the rubble and kill the giants." Fienrir glanced at everyone, as he raised his sword: "For the kings!" The ferocious battle cries boomed as they went to their positions. "Good luck, melee warriors. And to you, Fienrir." "May Saradmoin protect you." "And he you." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The fields were raging with fire. The warriors succesfully attacked from both sides, boxing the Zamorakians in. The mages killed the giants. The battle was nearly over. "Sire, what now?" They were hidden under blasted rubble that came off of the castle walls,which sheltered them completely. "We rage an all out attack. When the other's see me come out, make sure you follow, got it? This was, they will be confused, and we can strike." Fienrir rose. "Don't be a fool! They'll kill you!" A warrior said. "You think a mere Zamorakian can strike me down?" Fienrir ran out into the fields. The Zamorakian's were on the ground. "We secede!" One said. The warriors screamed victory, as Fienrir walked up to the Zamorakian's. "We surrender all right..." One jumped up, as h screamed: "Gorehyzek!" A blast of power was released from his hand, hitting the kingdom walls and knocking Fienrir back. He quickly jumped to his feet for defense. "Hey, look at this one!" One of the Zamorakians said. "That's Fienrir!" Another said. "You better believe it, and I hope you know I'm not the one going down!" He jumped and cut one down. "Gyu--" One began to sound a spell, but was struck in the neck by an arrow. What? They're alive? Fienrir watched as the Zamorakian's were felled, and the archers and warriors jumped from their own spaces, the mages slowly trodding down the field. Among them was Roald. Fienrir, happy that everyone survived, began to speak: "Well, we all made it out...They were claiming that they secede, and now the citadel is gone. Clearly, we see that the remaining one's, the cowards, have taken refuge. Now, I want all of you to charge in their, and I'm going to tell you how."

Chapter 16: Despair Within Betrayal "They have returned!" The gaurd shouted to the people that waited anxiously at the grand gates. King Vad'Idlien jumped, too; a sudden grin came upon his face, as the warriors he was lecturing ran towards the gates to see their own kin. The gates slowly opened, revealing the grinning faces of the children, followed by the two tired men, Vincent and Fienrir. Sighing, Fienrir entered to await praise of the people, as Vincent was praised for his valiance, too. "Well, Vincent...Thank you." Fienrir held out a hand, as Vincent slowly shook it, laughing in the process. "Well, Fienrir, good luck." "Vincent...Were are you going?" "Battle preparations. You don't expect me to go to war without a little bit edge, do you? Best that you rest; I'll rest too, so don't worry." "Can I come with you to battle---" "Rest, Fienrir." Vincent interupted, "You are weak from that battle. I don't want any excuses, because you aren't strong. With Fenrir's power's, and rest, you will be ready." Fienrir smiled, as Vincent departed, entering a nearby building. Fienrir looked around; the night was still young, as the moon's sheen lit up the area. Spotting a nearby gaurd tower, Fienrir decidied to look there. I'll wait there until dawn. So he climbed the tower, as the climate became colder, it became lighter. Fienrir was amazed at the field; the luster of the moon reflected upon the fields of green, making a silverly light upon the ground.knew this would only last so long; the war would destroy it. So he enjoyed the scenary while he still could. Within his own concentration became his slumber. Within his slumber, the echoes of darkness impaled the beauty of the night. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "He is deep within slumber, mylord." A dark voice made the dark castle's throne room sound eerie, as a man in a red Zamorakian overcoat (Meaning he is a field tactics general) stood near, chuckling as the bright moonlight entered the room. "That fool." The king let out a small chuckle. "The light of the moon made him fall into his downfall; as Zamorak prodicted. Fusing the everlasting Twilight with the brightness of the moon was brilliant." The king rose from his throan, as he slowly walked towards the window, an aura of Twilight surrounding him. "Yes...The Liberi Fatali, whom were infused with invisble Twilight...Was brilliant." "Yes, but they weren't the only source of power." The King laughed grimly, as the warrior joined with him in the laughter. "Well, I'll prepare the troops. I'll remove the traps that blasted fool, Fienrir set; and I will lead the troops to Verquazan. The poor fool; he even thinks he killed half of our army." "Your anticipations were correct. With your quick thinking, Vad'Idlien will be no more; nor will Fienrir." The warrior bowed to the king. "Now, get the warriors ready. I expect a victory." The man in red opened the throan room doors, ready to depart. "Wait." The king stopped the warrior. "Yes, mylord?" "Show Fienrir no mercy." The warrior departed from the room, an evil laugh broke the silence of the night. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * An explosion. Fienrir jumped awake, as the tower he sat on seemed to already fallen to it's untimely end; the flames of the fires were massive, as bodies were litered everywere in Fienrir's eye sight. How could I have slept through this? Anger heated Fienrir's heart, as he drew his blade, running towards the tower that was not yet destroyed. "Show them no mercy!" Fienrir heard, as he carrived at the top. Fienrir's eyes widened; a massive army of Zamorak awaited the warriors of Verquazan across the vast battlefields. Fienrir noticed the structure of the kingdom was obliterated, the towers upon towers were felled, and the entrance to the throne had collapsed. Relief surged through him, as he saw King Vad'Idlien and King Syrese were in front of the army, waiting for the Zamorakian's next move. Fienrir stuck his sword gently into the side of the building. He put pressure on the blade when he jumped, holding onto it's handle, as it screeched down the tower as he elevated to the ground. This drew attention to the Zamorakians'. He heard a roar of a cannon in the distance, dodging the cannon's blow before he elegantly fall onto the ground. The structure fell, though, everyone evading it's collapse. "Glad you could join us." King Vad'Idlien walked towards him. "It seem's that not is all well, for the army is big. You said you destroyed half of them!" "I did. Soemone must have realized that we infiltrated." Fienrir pushed the king aside. "Do not defy me!" He drew his blade at Fienrir. "If I didn't, would I be able to lead our armies? You would have been talking." "Listen to me, you idiot." He grabbed Fienrir's arm, gripping his arm until a crack of his bone was heard. "The children are gone again! The Zamorakian's infiltrated the city while you were sleeping!" Fienrir became enraged. He bitterly jerked his arm away, now gripping the king's arm harder than he did his. "You listen to me!" He bitterly declared. "You weren't the one out there trying to save them. Foolishly, I looked into the mesmorizing light of the silver moon, and fell asleep. It was hypnotizing." Fienrir grpped harder, as the king was on his knees. "It seems Twilight had come into the area and fused with the moon's rays. I thought the moon was brighter than usual; it made the ground silver. Despite this, you couldn't even stop a ransack without me." He began to let loose the king's arm. "Pitiful. Now, I must see what they want, so keep the army here until I signal it." He threw the king's arm away from him, sending the king into the ground. "Fienrir...Look." He arrived in the front of the army, as Roald pointed to a man in red a robe, waiting for him. "Roald...Whatever you do...Protect your brother, and don't get involved in hand to hand combat." Fienrir marched to the center of the soon-to-be battle-field. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Is all well?" The king paced around his throne, speaking to a Zamorak warrior. "Yes, mylord." He removed his hood. A red scar ran down his hideously burned face. "It seems that the general wants to strike a deal with Fienrir." "The deal being?" The king glanced at the warrior. "Either surrender, or kill the Liberi Fatali himself." "Excellent." The king grimly replied. "When he surrenders, tell the general he has the privalage to bring Fienrir here." "Yes, mylord." The man walked out of the dark room, grimly smiling to himself. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Welcome, Fienrir," The man in red grimly said, "to your demise..." "I've only come for the kids." Fienrir exclaimed. "Really? Well, I have them behind me...But it seems all of your efforts were for naught; but I am giving you two choices." "I'm giving you two, also. Either give me the kids, or die and I'll take them." "Well, here are your choices: Surrender or die. Which do you choose?" "I would choose death over surrender, but that's too extreme; how about you die in my stead." "Such insolence will lead to your obliteration; now then, let us begin." The cloaked man held out a hand. Fienrir ran towards him, raising his blade to strike his arm off. "I don't think so..." Fienrir nearly struck his hand, but stopped, throwing his blade away. A child was trying to defend the man! The child grabbed Fienrir's arm, and threw him towards the blade, plowing him into the ground. Stunned, he rose with his blade: "What have you done to the kids?" "The Liberi Fatali? They are defending me; so is the power of Twilight. Funny, what Twilight does to people. It can control them, or even merely lure them into an everlasting sleep. The effects on you were as exactly as we intended them to be." The man laughed, picking the child up by his hand and throwing him out of the way. "You..." Fienrir's rage heated up inside of him, "You hide behind small children in order to gain control over me? Despite the children being the fated one's, I will do anything I can to take the Twilight out of them and kill you!" "Such noble words...But can you live up to your promise? The children are consumed by the Twilight, giving them as much power as you...And as much speed. Trying to strike me is inevitable. Go ahead, call upon your Fenrir...Will it really help? Either way, killing me will just mean nothing; kill me and the children die. Kill me, and you die, too." He spat on the ground, stepping towards Fienrir. "Such is the power of Zamorakian spells." Fienrir raised his sword. "You put the Enteise Gornutyi upon them...The double edge spell..." "So, which is it? You can kill me, resulting in this land covering in Twilight, or you can surrender, and you can save this last kingdom from distruction." "I pity you. You just don't get it do you?" He was now face to face with the man; the Zamorakian's face was covered in darkness. "Their will is stronger than your's. Either way, you lose." "Really?" The man punched Fienrir into the ground. "Look's like you've chosen death." He charged in, sword in hand, swinging his sword at him. Get up! Do you not remember the prophecy? Fienrir doged the attack, landing on his feet. Fenrir? Listen to me, Fienrir. Tiresias once told you of the prophecy. Do you not remember? Fienrir doged two more blows. Yes! I think it was..."The Advent's soul will be blessed with purity...But if Fenrir meet's Fenrir, then the world will turn to fury." He parryed a couple of slahes, and Fienrir succesfully landed an attack without a child protecting him. Now think...The amulet recieved is the only evidence of my return of power. Fenrir has met Fenrir; now figure out the rest; it is up to you. The cloaked man panted, now walking towards him slowly. The world will turn to fury... Fienrir began to step away from the man, thinking of fury. Wait---That's it! My fury---My greatest fury---Hides within my amulet...With Argarok! Fienrir's rage became greater, as the cloaked man hit one of the children away. A jolt of pain surged through him. You...Called? Argarok's peircing voice surged through Fienrir's mind. You...Cannot control me. Listen to me. I need to borrow your strenth. Ha! No human controls me! Then does a beast? Fenrir grimly asked. You! Listen to me. We must borrow your strenth, if not by borrowing, then I will control you by force! With my demonic strenth, you could never control me! My powers...Are far greater than your's! Fienrir awoke from his trance, as a sword was held to his neck. "It looks like this is the end. Good bye, pitiful human." He raised his blade, ready to decaptitate him. Fienrir! Fienrir swiftly dodged the blow, landing gracefully on his feet. "What?" The man yelled angrily. Fienrir's head slwoly rose, as his hands were closed tight, he began to feel pain in his back. With a scream, a demonic wing ripped out of his back. He then opened his eyes, one being red and the other being blue. "I...Am...At full strength." "What is happening?" The man stepped back in cowardice. "Look closely, for you see my demonic form, fused within my soul; I am Fienrir, the One winged demon..." "Your demon...It can't be. You are the Advent!" The man stepped back, now almost shaking. "Children, listen to me...Awaken, I rid you of the Twilight!" A sudden rush of Lunebris rushed out of him, infusing within the children, as all of them collapsed. "No!" The man rushed forward, attempting to kill a little girl. "No?" Fienrir jumped in front of the child, swifter than a jaguar, holding out his blade. "Lay a finger upon them, and you will die!" Angered, the man jumped back, holding his weapon in a fighting stance. "Make my day, one winged demon!" Fienrir took a step closer, as the children regained consiousness. "Listen to me," The children glanced at Fienrir, "Return to the kingdom. Everyone awaits you." "If they leave, they die!" He threw his blade at them. Fienrir, reacting quickly, hit the blade back at the man, striking his heart. The children gasped, running back in horror. Fienrir walked up to him, the man gasping for air, as he ripped the blade out of his hearts. Fienrir's demon wing folded into his body, as he could feel Argarok receding. Fienrir was calm again. "I...Might not have stopped the kids from returing...But you won't return!" Fienrir's blade quickly met with his, parrying it with ease. The shock of the two blades meeting knocked the man back, also kncking his hood off. Fienrir's heart felt as though it had been stabbed. For the man was Vincent. Fienrir was in disbelief. "No...It can't be..." "It is. Fienrir, you fool. I thought when I said I'm attracted to darkness, you would get it. It was I who removed the booby traps and told the men to evacuate their camps; it was too easy. killing you...Will be too!" He slid his blade off of Fienrir's, and rapidly threw slashes at Fienrir. Parrying them wasn't easy, but each one was knocked away by his blade. Fienrir's chance to strike: he threw many blows at Vincent, each almost meeting his chest, but each parryed by his swords edge. Fienrir jumped back, as Vincent did, now each awaiting the other to attack. Vincent moved; Fienrir retaliated and struck his chest, hitting Vincent into the ground. Vincent flipped back unto his legs, charging Fienrir, stabbing his stomach. He quickly released the blade, jumping away from the agonizing Fienrir. "So, this is the end of the Advent. I don't care if the king wants to kill you or not; this an exeption!" He charged Fienrir. He regained his sanctity, as he saw the blade nearly meeting his chest. Fienrir miraculously rose, flipping away from the stab, and landing on his feet. He's oblivious! Fienrir thought, charging in on his friend. With a swing of his blade, he sliced Vincent's exposed arm off; then stabbed his defensless ex-friend. Vincent screamed, as blood streamed from his mouth. Slowly, he eyed Fienrir, and his face became stiff, as he died on Fienrir's blade. He tore the blade out of Vincent's chest, as he sat on the ground, despair over shadowing him, along with hatred towards the Zamorakians. Fienrir's heart beat wildly, s he stood up, seeing the armies charge at eachother. Fienrir charged the Zamorakian's; rage was burning inside of him, and he wanted to relieve it.

OOOO... :anxious: Mysterious...Can't...Wait...For...Next...Chapter...Must...Keep...Myself...Occupied...UGH! OW! OW! :wall:

Hi people. I've decided to post here a schedule and authors notes so you know what chapters will be posted and when, and what upcoming stories I'm writing. Adopted from Skill_Caster, whom I thank. Author's Notes 1/22: Next story coming up, the sequal to The_Advent, which I dub the title of "The_Corrupt." Yes, Fienrir will still be the main character, but more twists will be added for your convienience. 1/22: If you have any questions, feel free to PM me, instead of stringing more posts here. Series/Story News 1/22: Since I didn't post a chapter today, I'll write three tommorow for reader's convienience. Not only that, but I'll spoil the name of the next two. _Despair Within Betrayal _Secession Lucky you. Be prepared; they will all be posted tommorow at 6:30 PM sharp. If it's posted earler, lucky me---Er, I mean you. You are probably wondering: What of the third chapter? Tell us that title! No; you can see for yourself. 1/23: The two I mentioned are posted, Depair within betrayal is long, but Secession is extremely short, but something bad happens, so I wouldn't be very angry. Besides, that's Secession; the next one is called: Execution. Spoiler! Oh Well. Enjoy. 1/23: Unfortunatley, I cannot make the last chapter I promised you. Instead, I've decided to post the last chapter's two day's from now, so you can visualize what happens next. Hope you use this at your own convienience. I will post it at the beginning page tommorow, and update it often so you may see it there as well. Enjoy.

Thanks. Feel free to read any of my written works, or adopt any structure. Can't wait for the next installment! \

Keep em' coming...It was short, but the beginning's should be short, just so the reader can get a sense of what the character is into, and the author can develop the story from the plot to the resolution. Can I adopt the series news/Author news? That way, people know what's next on my story, or when they want to know when I sechedule the next chapter. Respond soon. Thanks!

I think you'll be shocked and change your mind in the next chapter or two... \

Chapter 15: The Sabotage Liberation Fienrir arrived at the cave. Torches were lit in front of it, as more torches were placed throuout the cave. The darkness was still in patches in area's, and realized keeping a lookout for gaurds is very important. "Fienrir." Fienrir shifted his attention to a shadow, creeping towards him slowly. "Look's like great minds think alike." The shadow became lighter, revealing the ever mysterious Vincent. His sword was sheathed at his side, as his red eyes glinted in the light of the moon. "Vincent? I haven't seen you since we departed for the Twilight gates. What are you doing here, exactly?" "You can say...My shadow is drawn to darkness." Vincent grinned. "You aren't the only one who's afraid of the dark. " "Well, at least I have a friend near me." "Indeed. Let us proceed; the kin await us deep within." Fienrir, a grin stretched across his face, as he lead Vincent into the cave. Vincent took out his lantern. "Just in case." He turned it out, as they treaded deeper into the confines of the cave. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * As they walked deeper into the depths of the cave, it becamse colder and damp, and darker, too. How do the Zamorakian's survive here? They need heat. As if they were to walk to a hot crater deep within the ground. "I agree." Fienrir jumped, as Vincent chuckled. "You cannot hide things from me; I know more spells of Zamorak then you will ever know in your own lifetime." "Well, how?" "I do many undercover missions as a Zamorakian. Actually, I even met the king himself within his own lair, posing as one of the Zamorakians. He told the other fools of Zamorak and I the plans of attack, wereas the information was passed to you. But they must have reformulated a plan, to only attack Edge, and to attack Vad'Idlien instead. That king is one man with an intullect to know how to quickly reformulate a plan. Makes me sick." Fienrir silently chuckled, but then a heat wave went through his body. Vincent shivered, too. "Looks like we were right." Vincent only noded, turning off his lantern as he studied the massive crater, bridges built around it and massive, diamonds stuck into the walls. "Perfect," Fienrir exclaimed, "Looks like there are storage rooms containing armor and weapons. If they cannot have these things, they cannot hope to win." Fienrir quietly trodded to one of the three nearby rooms. "Looks like down this hallway is a jail cell. Liberate the children, Vincent. I feel the need of Sabotage." Vincent immediatley ran down the hall withput question, as he began to pick lock the door. Fienrir drew his blade, quietly opening the armory, sword overhead, awaiting a booby-trap. Nothing. "You think they would anticipate our actions...Wait. Speaking of booby-traps..." Fienrir grimly smiled. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "You have the kids?" Fienrir closed the final room, the spell book storage, behind him. "They are behind me. But they said for us not to proceed without caution; they want you to kill the gaurd that comes around. Silence him, and we are home free." "A gaurd, huh? Anything else we have to worry about?" "No." A deep voice behind him said. Fienrir jumped, evading a blow that could have killed him; the armored gaurd pulled back the giant flail, [bleep]es upon it aith other scraps of metal and ahrp jewels, nearly half the size of the man. Fienrir's blade was knocked away from him, as the gaurd picked it up. "With a blade like this, you can't even defeat me. Take it. I want a fight that will last." The blade made a sharp screech as it struck the ground. "That's a mistake." Fienrir picked up the blade. "But it would have been a mistake either way, sword or no." "We'll see!" The man released the flail, Fienrir barely evading it again. As the gaurd pulled the flail back, the screech was louder, making a small magnitude. Fienrir wuickly formulated a plan: It may be risky, but I'm sure I can stab my blade into that flail. Maybe he'll be rid of it, throwing it into the crater. I'll take it out then, and fight him sword by sword. He thought, as he glanced at the handle of the gaurds blade, resting on his back. "Say your prayers!" The man released the flail at full force, as Fienrir held his blade out--- Missed! Fienrir was smashed into the wall, as blood gushed from his mouth and stomach. The gaurd released it, turning his attention over to Vincent, who gaurded the children. "You're next. All of you." Grimly smiling, he attempted to release the flail, as Fienrir stabbed his sword into the flail, blood still coming out fast. "What?!" He started to wildy throw around his flail, Fienrir holding onto the handle weakly. "Arrogant worm!" He let go of the flail---Right into the crater, Fienrir withdrawing his blade out of the flail, landing on the ground with a thud. "Fienrir!" Vincent yelled. The gaurd ripped his sword out of his sheathe. "You are skilled, but without perfect evasion, you cannot win You can't even land right!" Fienrir knew he was right---His blade was enormous. [bleep]es ran down the sides of the blade, even scraps of old metal ran down them, too. If he were to win, evasion and pulling himself together was needed. "I'm...Weak right ow, so you have the advantage. But I...Heal very fast. No man...Heals as fast...As I." The gaurd whatched, wide eyed, as the wounds dissapeared, and Fienrir regained stamina. "What kind of wizardry...Be this?" The gaurd angrily asked. "No wizardry...Just skill!" Fienrir jumped into the air, grabbing a stalsgmite from the ceiling, as he threw it into the man for direct impact. Succesful! The gaurd shrieked, as the blood trickled down his head. His grip on his sword was still tight, though---He was far from death! "I...Cannot...Die!" The gaurd struck the ground, sending a shockwave of pure energy towards Fienrir. Skillfully, he parryed it with his own wave of energy---The impact blew Fienrir and the gaurd onto their backs. "What?! So you even know Zamorak spells...I'm impressed." The stalagmite cracked, as it crumbled onto the ground. Blood rushed onto the ground, as the man screamed in pain. "You cannot die, you hate us, and you treat us with repect. Nice." Fienrir nimbly jumped, landing gracefully on the ground, creating a pothole. "Although you have all of these 'Qualities' you will die all of the same." He raised his sword, attempting to finish him off. The gaurd rose. He parryed Fienrir's blow swiftly, grabbing his own blade off of the ground. I can't beat him with startegy alone, either! Fienrir quickly scanned the room. Looking at one of the doors, his idea sparked. Fienrir jumped at the gaurd, slashing, as the gaurd evaded all of his blows, until his blade was knocvked out. Infuriated and frustrated, the gaurd madly swung his blade at Fienrir. Evading, either by flipping or jumping off of his blade, he stopped at one of the storage rooms--specifically the weaponry---awaiting the man. Fienrir picked up his, withdrawing it within his sheate. "Out of options, little man? I'll make your death fast!" He held his blade in a chets slace position, then charged. Perfect. Fienrir jumped out of the way, as the gaurd rammed the door. "What the?!" He stood in the room, as he turned around, looking at Fienrir. "Why you---" The booby-trap was triggered, as the man began to step out of the room. Two swords from both sides of the cieling came down---Stabbing his temple. As they fell, the rocks Fienrir stacked upon the cieling fell---Blocking all entry. Fienrir gasped for air---He did it! "Well done, Fienrir," Vincent admirably replied, "I hope all of these doors are booby-trapped." "I also made a trip to the entrance and started a fire at one side of the field of tents. Not only that, but whatch your step---The entrance is booby-trapped for the people that come for there things." Vincent grinned, as the two men guided the children out. The liberation was a sucess, now we must wait and see of the next booby-traps." They walked out of the cave into the broad moonlit fields. Fienrir's burn plan worked; half of the field of tents were destroyed, leaving nothing but ashes. Better yet, the smock didn't trigger any effects to the Zamorakians. They walked onwards to the path back to the kingdom, away from the twilit area. The memories of the dead Zamorakian's rushed through Fienrir's mind, pain pulsing through. At least...I'm stronger... He thought. "Amen to that," Vncent glanced at Fienrir, "Amen to that."

I'm back! Been working on my story...Yes, agreement of attacking Varrok later...I'm in. Fienrir must go rebellious, or we will simply create something like, Varrok turning evil and we must return it back to normal, or something. Once-a-day writing? I can deal with that. Here's mine! Fienrir effortlessly escorted Ranguvar wherever she wanted to go; wether it was a womanly shop, or a food shop, Fienrir followed her, carrying her things, as he talked about the current things that have been going on. Suprisingly, even emotional talk was laid out, and Fienrir listened to all of her words. "Well, what about you? Have any emotions you need to talk about?" Fienrir thought. Either I lie, or I ttalk about Argarok...Which one? "Well, no. I'm happy being around you---My only emotion that runs through my mind all day." With a grin, she gingerly hugged him, as he saw Hylean walk around with Alexis. I better not bother them, he though. "So, let's go, hey?" Fienrir picked up her bags. "Where to next?" "I wanna stop back at the inn; best not stretch your muscles out." "Stretchh em' out?" "C'mon." She tugged his hand (Which held a bag) as she lead him back to the room. "Love is driving you, Fienrir." Ed held out an ale. "So, To you...For being a fool in love." He chugged own the beer. "You better believe I'm lovesick; at least I'm not the one drinking his worries away." "You will be. I invited you and Hylean to come back here tonight. Well, Hylean anyway. I couldn't reach you. Well, now you know." He finished up his ale, letting out a loud bealch. "Well, c'mon Ranguvar, I'll help you unload these. See ya tonight, I guess, Ed." "At the bar, right?" "Maybe; Ranguvar wants to stroll around. I doubt she drinks, but if she does, she better be able to join, got it?" "Ya, ya." Ed picked up a beer. "Good." As the bags unloaded, Fienrir grabbed Ranguvar's hand, as he took her through the town again. Who know's? He thought, Maybe I can find a game and win her a prize.

oops...Didn't add this: For those of you who didn't read previous chapters (Chapter 12-14), don't read the next one, or you won't get it. (NEW) Reflection of the day: Why do fools fall in love?

I'm suprised, Xeeler. You haven't read anything yet. This is just a "Funny bump" To give you and everyone else a heads up. I rewrote the prologue, so it isn't boring, and people might get interested. :D Reflection of the week: Alwaz youz spehl chek.

We already had our midterms, and luckly they are only worth 10% of our grade, so they don't matter much. \

Actually, (') was used in old time language as quote marks. But nowadays, you use ("), obviously. Although...This example sentence is when you use (') inside of (") sentences. "Hey guys. Some chick walked up to me today, and she said 'Whassup?'" But if you want to write "Old fashioned," Then go ahead. Anyway, I want more of that story!!!

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you Issy! \ :thumbsup: =D> Yes, let's write a plot line or something, so everything will be in order! And Roald is being dumb, yes. He's not a wacko Jacko. So we got that fixed up...