powerent

It's fantastic. Though a bit shorter than many other stories, that doesn't make it any worse. It has both points of view, a well-planned battle, and the characters' feelings all the way through. Keep writing, we'll like it. I mean, other stories, as this one sounds done.

Now this might be boring, might be interesting, could give you a secret about a character, may add a character, or it might just have a whole lot of nothing in it. Take your chances. These few minutes here allow you to escape the world. "Chapter One, POV (Point Of View) 2: Lore and Lies I felt the pain of the army that had been wiped out and completely, utterly destroyed. We can't say they were all killed; some of them were dead! Then I remembered the boy, the one who had saved himself. He was standing with his hands (which were covered in the fluid the Elders call ShadowBlood) raised in the air and a gleam in his eye. He probably didn't even realize he was wrecking an army. The fact that I lost the shades and that he used the ShadowBlood on the warrior of the dead will never stop scaring me. I knew I had to consult someone, but who? Then it hit me. And boy, did it hit me hard. The wisest one known to the members (or ex-members) of the Shadow Council, Archimage Aquan. She sat near a corner on a tall chair at each meeting, perfectly calm yet somehow looked absent-minded. She would share her wisdom among whoever she trusted, and she did trust me quite well. There was a problem, though. If her bother wanted to do the opposite thing, wouldn't it "return to its new master, The Child of Destruction?" That would be a bother, which meant the Bother lived up to its name. I decided to consult Archimage herself about this and the other important matters. She saw me enter the Room of Midnight from the way I opened the door, or maybe she just saw me with those oddly enhanced senses of hers. Either way, she saw me. "Come, child, I have not seen that face in Ages!" That was true. "I would advise against it, my face can still powerfully stun, and possibly kill," I respond with ease, almost as though this was rehearsed. "Child, ask me the question so that I may see where you have placed yourself in the worlds." "I am asking to know where the 'Child of Destruction' is; I need to destroy him to stop him from trying to take my rightful control. Secondly, I would like to ask you for your continued allegiance with me." "There is a story abou-" "I have no time for stories, don't you understand?? I need to catch the boy before he learns of his power, and I suddenly become too late!" "Young one, you may think you know everything, but I happen to know more. Among the lore and the lies you will find a gem. You have some...interesting stories they would tell. The gem inside those would be quite hard to find, but it is small and it is there. The lies are even more numerous, and they make it seem as though you have nothing. Look inside yourself, and you shall see what you need, but be careful, what you want will try and convince you that you are doing the wrong thing when doing the right thing. That's your boost for today." She smiled warmly, almost mockingly. That scared me, so I left. She said one last phrase to me: "Beware Powerent's strength, and also who he stands by. Beware me as well. When we meet again, I will not give you such a warm welcome, maybe. Now I thought I was completely doomed. A friend, a person so smart and wise I truly believed she had been my last hope, a person to save me. I was wrong. And as it happens, I hate being wrong. It was not the first time, and oh how I regret it to say this, it was not the last.

I'm sorry for correcting you again, but you put you "resever" the right, not you "reserve" the right. Cut the right...AGAIN??? I'll start writing now, but it will be in the post after this, unless someone posts first.

Thanks for the warm welcome. But how dare you make my posts shorter from up to down, and longer width-wise! I saw the new updates, and I think I'll put in powerent and the realm without violence from Noob and Snake Series. I am, I have decided, requesting to have a few people join the story. You want to say the name (no numbers, just names please), the allegiance (the boy, most likely who will be powerent himself, or the Last Pure), a short description, and their history. I'm not one to kill people off quickly, so give an idea to me of how long they should live, and how important they are. If I'm not doing well, please tell me to kill them off and I may. Archimage, I would enjoy it if you put in Archimage Aquan, His/Her/Its Bother, and other nice creations of yours. I need ideas from not too many people, and I will have to choose. Most likely the first people who sign up will get their characters in first. Please post, and I'll be back writing more, though not as much with school starting soon.

Banned for drawing your avatar, and I'm unbannable! You can't ban me for being unbannable, or ban me for being unable to ban me any way else. No combination can get past this, and if it does, you Cheater. 2nd poster under me, please ban the person directly below me for cheating.

You put end of chapter 5, it should be end of chapter 11. You might want to edit that.

I can't believe it! I'm actually posting! A week of vacation and then login problems made me think I would never be able to return! I'm here, stop hyperventilating. Comment on the next parts, this is the battle from the point of view of the enemy. Be warned: it will be brutal in its full extent. If you hide because you become afraid of shadows, I am not responsible. Prologue 2: The Child of Destruction The town seemed harmless and oblivious to their impending doom. The scouts were well-hidden, if not a bit louder than the ideal. At least they worked, and that was what I, the one known only as the Last Pure to all who I knew, even to me, wanted. The dead people were still scared. Their souls were taken, and they would never be returned. Let me inform you on souls. They are made of raw energy that is held in the mortal that they possess. The human is the body, and the refined soul is what moves it, allows to think, and at least in the smallest bit, controls very slightly what it occupies. I could feel a strong soul inside one of the members of the village, and somehow thought it was harmless. I was wrong, and the price would be incredible. The scouts were just goats infected with a soul that I was tapping into and taking over. They could escape to a limited extent, but could at least see and hear the village that would die. It seemed the one who was so incredible was just a small boy, but they treated him like a god. The goats could almost see an aura of unrefined shadow, but at the time I called it nothing. The child played with them one day, and drained the darkness from the souls, unknowingly disabling my powers and almost eating them. I decided that it was time to take action, though my instinct, the one that kept me through the destruction of nearly all of the pures, said that it would be the worst thing possible. I still curse myself, as it happened to be. I happened to have a nice acquaintance with Hel, Norse goddess of the underworld. A few other minor Norse gods happened to help, enabling me troops of metal boars, giants of all sorts, warriors of the dead, and weapons of siege and destruction. Somehow, they also managed to give me some shades, one of my closest ancient relatives. Zombies were coming along, and somehow made an alliance through the shades, giving me an even larger amount of control. Roaming spirits, promised with fortune and the chance to get revenge on the ones who took them over, came with us across the desert to this place. We would need all the forces of the dead, and even they weren't enough. When we got within a mile of the town in the middle of nowhere, I could feel random bursts of energy, as though a shadowy aura was releasing bursts of energy like the bubbles of fire on the sun. Everybody was restless and impatient, and I soon gave the command to attack from all sides. Within minutes, the town was surrounded entirely by the forces, with me hovering above. As a fire giant hurled a ball of flame from far off and ballistas fired arrows madly, I knew the worst was happening. Ripples of energy emanated from the town, sending wave after wave into the army. The weaker men who had been hostages died first, but they didn't truly die. They were engulfed in darkness, then disappeared. They were still active, but they were inside the town preparing to fight. Fine, I thought. Two can play at that game. I'm just smart enough not to. One word: "CHAAARGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" They listened. They died. The troops flung themselves at the village, ready to destroy it. Luckily for me, the villagers were on the outside, excluding the god-boy. They all died, besides the mother of the child himself. The fire giants just seemed to have their limbs ripped off, and a black blood seemed to spill over them. The ice giants seemed to melt into massive puddles that dragged the shades to somewhere. Their screams still echo in my mind when I think about it. Mountain giants seemed to lose control of their clubs, smashing themselves and each other. Once they were all bruised, the round maces made of rock flew together and began to spin as one, faster and faster until the energies of the giants became completely destroyed. Lastly, the boars and the undead army. They were unscrewed and dismembered. Each little part of the boar was laid down in the sand with all of the same parts together. How a child make them into metal scraps, I do not know. The zombies sank into the warm sand, and the warriors of dead spirits went berserk at the center of the village. One survived that first wave, and tried to cut the boy in half with his axe. The sharpened blade flattened around the child before shattering and tearing pieces into the attacker. Blood seeped out of the spirit warrior, and I almost screamed words of eternal fury and damnation at the child as he replaced the blood with darkness, MY darkness. I dropped freely from the sky, closing my eyes as I waited land in the air face-down. I slid along the ground calmly to the spirit with the ShadowBlood. It seemed to explode into a fluid motion, hurtling forwards with the axe spinning. The speed was unbelievable, and the grace of it all froze me. The blade had grown back with the shards still in the man, and they flew at me with a strength possibly stronger than my own at the time, and maybe even now. The boy with the power of ShadowBlood had to be stopped, or I would lose control of any power I had. An enemy would not be a good idea. I knew it then, and I know it now. Where am I, you ask? Wait, I answer. Time will show you all, and all will lead you here to join me.

Dessert. You.

Cheese..... Cheese.....

8/10, you practically LIVE on the games forum.

You get set on fire. I press a button that says "button" with the "on" scribbled off.

Banned for having a blue frame on the avatar, when it should be red, it's Team Magma! Magma is fiery, get the picture?????

Me be da villain! Oh yeah, would someone please say "what's for dinner?" as the next random thought, I have a good answer :twisted: Cake.

Nothing happens; you didn't have friends in the first place. Me press button that say "button"

:notalk: Try eating pie.

Granted, but I let him escape after a small amount of ear-boxing. I wish :^o wouldn't refer to men, but rather always LIES, LIES!!!!

Dangit, I keep forgetting to wish!!!!!!!!!!! :evil: :evil: :evil: On-Topic: You fail, as the gang you just joined was the gang you were supposed to kill, so they kill you before you kill one of them. I wish I would remember to wish more on this, instead of just corrupting wishes. My REAL wish: I wish that the next poster will be set on fire, and that will be their death.

You. Dinner.

Then they get scammed from you. I go back to 2000, where I decide to set a house on fire for the new millennium.

Granted, but when it finds good soil it stays there and you have no more portable tree stump chair, just a chair that is stuck in the dirt.

Banned for wielding a weapon that isn't in the game, H4X0R!!! That weapon is a rose.

8/10, Samus FTW! I just made the siggy, and it took forever. The picture did, not the words.

Idiot, moron, etc. Zamorak.

thanks.

Thanks for the rating, I'm trying to get something from Microsoft Paint onto my signature, just to realize that it won't work. It took over an hour to make... :wall: