The Advent

[sephiroth_king]

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

[sephiroth_king]

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.

[Xewleer]

awww... no story,

 

 

 

Hoi! don't forget about the RPS (role playing story)!

 

 

 

I will still hold my convictions about Vincent though...

[sephiroth_king]

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"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.

[sephiroth_king]

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"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."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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."

[Xewleer]

its so good!!!!! I knew Vincent would double cross him!!!

 

 

 

(please dont forget the RPG)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I like this story, very excellent, though you need to brush up the grammar sephiroth.

 

 

 

Was that a Sephiroth allusion in there?

[sephiroth_king]

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!

[Xewleer]

I meant spelling sorry...

 

 

 

throne! among other things...

 

 

 

By the way, thats the sort of thing (red overcoat) that Zacon wears in the RPG

[sephiroth_king]

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.

[sephiroth_king]

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.

[Xewleer]

Two days?!? awww... no instant gratification... oh well.

 

 

 

Hope your head ache gets better! Poor king Syrese, is this how you explain Roald as king?

[sephiroth_king]

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"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."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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

[sephiroth_king]

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.

[sephiroth_king]

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:

[Xewleer]

don't be my grandma died a couple weeks ago, I know the drain, I understand to a point what it feels like...

 

 

 

Take your time.

 

 

 

Will pray for you

[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.

[sephiroth_king]

Chapter 18: Rebirth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir slowly drew his sword. His hands and legs shook, as his breath was cold and shacky. His heart felt like it was struck with a stake; he was in disbelief on whom he had to fight. They are dead, Fienrir thought, If they are truly alive, then why must I fight them? Fienrir took only a couple of steps when a foul rush of cood air blew past him, and he realized that they were spirits, and they were here to test them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir, do not fear us."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You should never show sorrow, nor pain, nor should you show your fear; you are the Advent, the one man who was sent by Saradomin and the sages to destroy the Twilit Zamorakian's. Here I am, explaining this to you, when I should be fighting you, and telling you the fate of the Advent next."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I...Can't..." Fienrir fell to his knees, shivering uncontrollably.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You can." King Vad'Idlien's spirit said, as he drew his steel, slender blade.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"And you will." King Syrese's spirit proclaimed, as he drew Silverlight and Blurite.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Why must I fight the one whom I once hailed, and the other of whom I tried to save? If this is a fight where I must kill your spirit, than I surrender. If this is a fight were I must ply information as your spirit's melt away to the heavens, then kill me where I stand. Either way, I refuse."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You refuse nothing!" King Syrese boomed. "If you are truly a warrior, and the Advent, then you must do what you must do. When we say fight us, then you must, to prove to Saradomin and the sages above that your power has grown to it's full potiential!" Fienrir was now almost white, as the cold infiltrated his body, and he coughed up blood. Fienrir, full of hatred and sorrow, boomed:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Why? If it is my fate to destroy you...What if I had saved you? Would I have to fight you now? Would Saradomin know that my power is here?" Fienrir rose, as he backed away from the spirits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"There is no 'What If's' in destiny," King Syrese said, "We were diliberatly put there to justfy the Advent's mere destiny. We were destined to die, as we already made the choice, without looking back upon the past or present; we made this choice, so we may learn if you are ready. If you are not, then..." King Syrese went into a battle stance, ready to strike Fienrir. "If you are not, Fienrir...Then you shall die, and this land will fall to everlasting darkness. As for your soul, it will awaken in it's next life, and the world will have fallen into darkness. So your choices: Fight us and save, or die and destroy." Fienrir's face became serious, ready to cut down the two reincarnated souls that stood as obstacles before the king of the Twilight; he drew his blade, standing in his battle stance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Mylord?" The Zamorakian approached the king of darkness, whom was not pleased with the news.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I know; Fienrir seem's to have killed my best..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No; none of us even had enough bravery to step into the room, for it was cold. Icicles were frozen outside of the door. It seem's, mylord, that some one had frozen him in."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Then it looks as though the Advent is destroyed," the king revealed his sharp, rotten teeth, "Deploy the rest of the troops. Leave none alive in any province."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"We will not take it easy on you." King Vad'Idlien said, with a grin on his face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"And I you." Fienrir's serious face intimidated the two kings. Fienrir made the first move; he threw his blade at king Syrese, whom easily smashed it into the wall, smashing frozen icicles into them. Fienrir grabbed his blade, slashing the defensless Syrese, knocking him into the wall. Vad'Idlien retalliated by slahing rapidly at him, as Fienrir parried the blows, nearly getting slahed by one. Syrese then hit him into the frozen wall, leaving a blood gush upon the wall. Fienrir stabbed the wall swiftly, as he jumped upon the blade.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What are you doing?" Syrese charged him. Good 'Ol

 

 

 

King Syrese... Fienrir thought, as he grabbed the handle of his blade, jumping as swiftly as possible with hs sword. He held the sword behind the kings neck. "I'm sorry..." Fienrir raised his blade, as Vad'Idlien threw his sword in front of Fienrir's strike, blocking the attack and disorienting Fienrir. Syrese reacted, as he pulled the sword out of the wall...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stabbing Fienrir in the chest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir looked down upon the stab of the blurite sword, as Vad'Idlien stabbed him in the stomach. In unicen, they removed his blade, as he collapsed onto the ground. He was dead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It seems...You are truly not the one that was meant to liberate this land from it's deadly existence...Through your valiance and your strenth, you made it this far...But only to end in failure." King Vad'Idlien's spirit looked down in agony.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm sorry, Fienrir. But it appears the sages made a fault upon your existence; you are no Advent." The spirit's of the two kings spoke with sorrow, as Syrese closed Fienrir's shocked open eyes. "Rest in peace, Fienrir...And good luck in the Heaven's. We await you in your next life." They began to walk away, but were interuppted by Zamorakian's blasting through the frozen door. All of them sighed in awe upon the spirit's, and the exposed flesh of Fienrir's body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Awaken." Fienrir heard a voice of purity and richeousness. He was upon a golden cloud, unusual and normal of the clouds that were surrounding him, as the other clouds were Twilit. He knew now he was upon the Heavens, as he saw the tower of Saradomin and the mighty structures built around Saradomin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Saradomin..." Fienrir spoke with agony in his voice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You, Fienrir, the chosen hero predicted by me and the mighty saes above...Why do you weep, O hero? Why do you agonize?" Saradomin spoke with purity and power within his deep voice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I am no hero...The kings were sent to test me, right?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Then why, if I am a mighty and powerful hero of the lands, why am I slain so easily? They said, before I died, that my next life awaits the true Advent."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"This is true."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Then when do I gain entry to the Heavens, were I can await my next life?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Mylord." The Zamorakian spoke with grim happiness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Speak."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir appears to have been slain by two spirit warriors. His body is lifeless and meaningless, now."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It seems that the hero has fallen," The king spoke with relief, "and we can take down the remainder of the army. If you know of this, you must have taken down the frozen door."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, mylord. But there is more to it than that."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What is wrong?" The king was now scornful and angry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The spirit's," the Zamorakian said fearfully, "they are protecting his body, and we cannot get by!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"You...Have no place in the Heavens..." Saradomin said, with sadness. "Your place is not here." Fienrir's face filled with anger and sorrow. "Fienrir, your fate is sealed. Your next life is what awaits you. But you may not stay here, understand?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No...Please, tell me, why can I not have my own place in the lands of Heaven? Tell me what I have done wrong, please,!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You did nothing wrong." Fienrir's faced with worry. "But you fear too much, Fierir. You are ignorant to the point; have you learned nothing during this journey?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"II have, but I do not---"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You understand. Tiresias told you the most you have needed to know, and yet your soul does not rest until it finds the true fate of the Advent. You have found it: death. That was part of the true meaning."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Roald looked with fear into the castle that was covered in nothing but Twilight, as a sound of a tri-horn overtook the earth around were they stood, as the castle shook with a magnitude of screams of battle, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir," Reldo walked next to Roald, as the ground shook, "please, wherever you are, help..." The warriors around Roald were filled with fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Roald, we must get ready for battle, under any cost, and under any circumstance!" One warrior said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Right...Everyone, man your battle-stations...We'll have 'em dead...Pretty soon." Roald said. If not, then now! The warriors took up arms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Order the troops to take the route cellar out." The dark king said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The long way? But---"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Now!" The king slammed his fists upon his throne.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, mylord. Right away." The Zamorakian bowed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Such insolence." The dark king scanned his wall of weapons, looking for a worthy weapon to bring to his side, as the Zamorakian's bomed with a mighty battle cry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Then what is the other?" Fienrir said, as he stood upon the cloud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The other true meaning cannot be understood until you know the true meaning of what Tiresias asked you before you departed to the Twilit gates. Do you remember?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Wait...Yes, I do..." Fienrir clawed back for the memory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tell me, Fienrir, do you remember your true name?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He asked me, 'Do you remember your true name?'?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Exactly." Saradomin spoke with solemnity in his voice. "This is what you must remember before you can understand your fate. When you died, when you became the One Winged demon as foretold, something was reinkindled inside of you that you were ignorant to even bother to look at. There was a part of you that you never saw.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir...The other part you didn't see, as you proclaimed yourself as the One Winged Demon, was that you were never really just a demon. You see, it's like me and Zamorak, good and evil, without one, then balance would be thrown off into oblivion, as the sages foretold. Withought good, there is no evil, and without evil, there is no good. Understand?" Fienrir nodded. "Good. But, over the years...Not even good and evil could balance each other out, for evil was obliterating good, blacking it out forever. This is why the sages thought of it if there was a hero that would stop the evil and restore balance to the two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But there was more to it. In the process of the Advent's creation, of your creation, something was kindled within them to create good and evil with that person. Thus, a God was born."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"So you're saying that...I'm a balance?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir, I'm saying that, yes. But I'm also saying, can you remember your true name? For if you can, then the rebirth is complete, and life will become yours again, and your power will be known from the land...All the way to the Heavens."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Saradomin...My true name...My true name..." Fienrir reached within a confine of his mind that blocked off the truth, as it slowly opened for him, it revealed serenity and peace. "My true name is Guthix, as you and the Sages told me it would be during my creation."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir," Saradomin grinned, "I mean...Guthix. The land awaits you." Fienrir watched, as Saradomin took up light in his hands as he sent Fienrir's soul back to his phisical body. Fienrir was happy, as he heard the last encouraging words of Saradomin:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Your power now truly see's no limits; for you and you always will be the Advent, Guthix. Your power of Lunebris is great, as Lunebris is light and darkness, lux and tenebris, and it gives you balance. You truly now have awakened these powers, as you are a God."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"The dark army is coming! They are coming!" One of the warriors said, as he gallanty stood upon rubble. Roald knew this was the truth, as the armies approached their final battle front, getting their weapons ready. Roald had taken the first battle front, and he awaited Fienrir to end the war. But it was not so, yet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir, if you can hear me...I can use some help...Just kill the damn king, end this war...Help..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Troops! Be ready! We don't know what they'll do first!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I---Think I know!" Reldo said, looking high in the sky, to see a falling meteor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Retreat!" Roald commanded, as the warriors ran to the rubble on the battle field. It seems that it was a diversion and an illusion. They took their front back, as they unloaded the equipment, awaiting the army.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fienrir woke up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He looked around by rolling his eyes, as he saw the two spirit's of the kings fending off two Zamorakian's, killing them with ease. Fienrir knew it was time---He rose to his feet, as the two kings looked at his risen body, his wounds healing rapidly, almost one hundred times faster than a normal human with magics could.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir..." King Syrese began to kneel. "I mean, Advent, you...May pass!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You did it...." King Vad'Idlien kneeled, too. "Saradomin said you would do it, that you would remember your true name...As we believed, too. You did it, mylord." Fienrir was suprised. Mylord?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Peace, friends. I forgive you, for your slaying was my reincarnation, as I am here, this is my next life, as you said. This is my next life, and this is what I am."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Then you know what you must do." Syrese handed him his blades. "Please, mylord---"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I will give your son these, and a cremation for your bodies will be preformed, too. Your ashes will be spread out into the trenches mightiest mountains in your honor."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thank you, mylord...Peace be with you."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, mylord..." King Vad'Idlien happily said. "Peace be with you...Please, bring the remainder of my people to safety."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We are protecting them now..." The two kings looked pleased. "Good bye..." Fienrir began to feel sorrw come upon him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No, Fienrir. It's never good-bye. We fought you not only to reawaken you, but so we can add our powers to you."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I know it's never good-bye...But I can only fuse my powers with Zamorakian's..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Belive, Fienrir. Believe, and you will soar..." King Syrese and Vad'Idlien began to melt away, as their power intertwined with Fienrir's.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Wait..." Fienrir paused, as the kings smiled, awaiting his comment. "Good luck, with wherever part of the Heavens you go to..." A tear rolled down Fienrir's eye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir..." King Vad'Idlien said. "We are in your land, as we believed in you." The souls departed from the earth, and Fienrir felt a hidden power within him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remember, Fienrir... The voice of King Syrese echoed within Fienrir's mind, You aren't just a man; but you are a God in spirituality, no matter what. And despite hwtaver your mind thinks...You are never alone. The voice stopped, as another tear rolled down his cheek.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know. I'm not alone. Fienrir thought, as he looked at the sinister door in front of him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The dark king sat among his throne, as he peered into the future in the confines of his mind. "So..." He proclaimed in anger. "It seems Fienrir is still alive. No matter. With this weapon..." He drew his blade that lay next to his throne, a blade that was mixed with twilight and pure darkness. "With this blade, I shall blot out light...Forever." The king laughed, a deep and frightening laugh. "No one opposes King Karomaz Tghiliwt!" The piercing laugh filled the room with darkness.

[sephiroth_king]

Chapter 19: Twilit Oblivion

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir ran up the seemingly endless steps towards a sound of an evil instumental playing. It was the piano, and it sounded as if the player was playing a death march, but an evil one, as if the person was the one dead...But playing it for himself. With thoughts of the war ending and the images of people whom were slain during the war, he pushed himself to his limit's, until he saw a grand gate before him. It was generated by the minds of the dead and consumed by Twilight, and only ones with courage would dare step through. The music was louder than ever, as Fienrir started to get the eerie feeling of death approaching him. He laid his hands on the door. With a few more steps, he was in the room, as he saw the man playing the piano.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Welcome," Said he, "Allow me to introduce myself." The man rose, as Fienrir saw a black helm of demon hornes and other sharp objects; thhe mouth of the helm was open, revealing sharp, blood stained teeth. The man held a blade of Twilight, as it shown red and yellow in a mixture, giving off a hideous golden color. His armor was the same material, as it's sheen gave off the entity of fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No," Fienrir declared, "allow me to introduce myself---"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You are Fienrir." The man cut him off. Fienrir jumped, immediatly knowing whom the man was:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You...The king of Twilight...The emporer of shadows...So you are the king..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes..." The king smiled. "I am King Karomaz Tghiliwt, and you are at your downfall, hero of the lands." He swung his blade, as the blade gave off a yellow slash of light into the air. "You and I...Go back very far, indeed. Match after match, humiliating me, destroying me, leaving me in the dust...I despise you. Then, you died, as your next life signalized the true Advent. I waited and waited for this day, and now, your life comes to an end."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I don't know what you are talking about. I don't know you. It doesn't make any sense!" Fienrir drew his blade, as the reflection of the Twilight blazed like fire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir...You and I know...There is a connection. I can sense it quacking in your body...I can...Sense it within your mind. The fact is, I speak of your past life. But who am I kidding? The scriptures say that the Advent will not know of his past life...Until he kills evil forever." Fienrir stood in his battle stance, awaiting the king to attack. "Come, now. Get out of that stance."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No...Come and get me. Or, are you too weak?" The king grimly smiled, as he rose his blade above his head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Me? Weak? No...It is you." The king stabbed his blade into the ground, quacking the castle aand throwing Fienrir off balance. The castel melted away from Fienrir's eyes, as he saw nothing but darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir you fool! Fenrir screamed within his mind. Get up and fight!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Or am I going to have to help? Argarok grimly said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Argarok!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fenrir!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bind!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir opened his eyes, as he now stood in a zone unfamiliar to him. The Karomaz was shaking in fear, mumbling to himself. Fienrir's one wing was out, and another Fienrir did not recognize, as it's luster was blinding Karomaz, for it was an angelic wing. He was now truly Guthix, the God of light and darkness, Lunebris.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"W-What are you? The light---It is blinding!" Karomaz still shielded his eyes from the infinite light that eminated from the wing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What am I? I am the Advent, as you look at my God form, Guthix; the master of Lunebris, and the bringer of balance." He took up his blade. "And the killer of Twilight and Darkness." Karomaz opened his eyes, as the formlessness of the realm around them formed into it's true form; red and yellow light eminated from no were, as an illumination of black and grey formed with them. Karomaz reopened his eyes in happiness, as he pounced at Fienrir, swinging his blade rapidly. Fienrir dodged each attack barely, as he slashed Karomaz directly in the chest, plowing him into the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir, Fenrir angrily said, Focus!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir recovered, but Karomaz was swifter than he, retaliating by hitting him into the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Do you see it?" Karomaz grimly proclaimed, "The everlasting Twilight creeping into this realm of nothingness? Soon, it will be consumed, and it will be Twilit; and the mixture of Oblivion will join it, creating a Twilit Oblivion." The king stopped, looking at the recovering Fienrir. "A realm of Twilit Oblivion is an entity of death that consumes both of the people that are dueling. But I let in the Twilight, I...Love it's evil scent. You, however...You are different. In this realm, you will slowly weaken...Until you reach your downfall."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Then what of the land?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well," Karomaz proclaimed, "That's up to you. Time to choose: Will you welcome the Twilight...Or fall?" The king pounced again. Fienrir focused; suddenly, time moved slower. What? He thought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don't fear it, welcome it! Twilight enhances your focus because you are becoming weaker! Fenrir said, After you kill him, your focus will stay this strong...Because the Twilight will live with you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir turned side ways, as Karomaz began to swing his blade. Fienrir's focus was incredible, as he stopped every blade strike without even trying to. Karomaz was in shock, as Fienrir struck back, hitting him with ease. The final blow gave the king shock, as he fell unto the ground, shacking uncontrollably. Fienrir climbed out of hid focus. His breathing pattern didn't even change.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No," Karomaz angirly said, "No, no, no! I cannot lose to you!" He jumped back up, swinging at Fienrir, as he easily stopped each blow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You can't win," Fienrir said. "Let me give you a taste of what I'm capable of!" Fienrir punched Karomaz back, as he soared through the air, Fienrir slashed his back. Karomaz slammed unto the ground, blood rushing from his back. Fienrir landed on his feet, as he was concentrating. An angry growl eminated from Fienrir, as they both rose in unicen. Fienrir looked at Karomaz, screaming: "Time to die!" He jumped at extreme hights, slashing the Twilight in an "X" formation, cutting open the confines of Oblivion. Karomaz looked in fear into the fires of what Hell looked like, as he screamed in pain. An X was cut into him, as he collapsed to the ground. Fienrir slwoly desended, as he gasped for air. I...My stamina... Fienrir collapsed, too, as he looked at the slowly rising body of Karomaz.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You...You...Fienrir!" Karomaz screamed at the sky, as he fell onto the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"What are they doing?" Roald was confused, as he looked at the army of Zamorak retreating to the castle, as it quacked in the distance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"They...They're retreating!" Reldo screamed in happiness. "The war is over! It's over!" The other warriors screamed in victory, as the earth boomed with joy: It was over. Or so they thought it was. The warriors stopped cheering. For in the distnace, the castle in which Fienrir was fighting in collapsed, and a mighty beast in the form of a giant God appeared.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir," Roald thought, "Whatever you are doing...I hope you make it..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

****************

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir woke up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The explosions around him were great, as the quackes of the seceding walls of the castle fell to the ground, Fienrir rose. Karomaz's body was melted away, but a giant form of a darkness was in front of him. It was mighty, and it had a voice of evil:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Now, it is truly your time to die!" Fienrir was not afraid of the voice, if not, than a little.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It can't be...No...Zamorak!" Fienrir took up his blade, as he stared into the eyes of the dark beast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes...I am the true form of Zamorak, the beast that fought Fenrir...And died...All of those centuries ago..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You...Fought Fenrir?" Fienrir raised his blade. I can't trust the father of lies!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes...As you were being created, as they never thought to put Fenrir within you...He was stopping my rampage across the land. He wasn't blinded by rage, but he fought me, and won. But I put a little of my rage within him, as he started to corrupt the lands with darkness. That's when that fool, Saradomin, took the beast and put half of him within you...But he had hoped you would find the other half of Fenrir...But instead, we found it and did something else...Locked it within your amulet!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What?" Fienrir looked at the amulet of fury, which glinted a shining red.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes," Zamorak laughed, "Saradomin had hoped you would gradually obtain it, so you wouldn't go berserk, but you killed those barbarians, just as we planned; everything went according to plan, especially you ending up here...Yes, I wanted that fool Karomaz to be defeated...As I was hiding my true power within him, and without him dead, I cannot be at full power!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I...Don't understand..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes you do!" Zamorak took the blood that was still on the ground, the blood of Karomaz, as he spelled the name out:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Karomaz Tghiliwt...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He snapped his fingers, as the letters rearanged themselves:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zamorak Twilight...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir gasped, as he looked at the evil God, whom was smiling grimly. "Yes...Zamorak is the lands of Hell, along with Twilight...They renamed me Zamorak for that reason...But I have no name...Except Seviouv..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Seviouv...The beast of darkness..." Fienrir somehow remembered the name, but he could not grasp were.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes...Seviouv...I fought against him so long ago...But my beast form... Fenrir's voice died off.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our powers are already yours, Argarok's deep voice said, So don't waste them, or I'll waste you. Understood?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fenrir smiled. Understood!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Watch out Fienrir...He is strong...I don't know what will happen... Fenrir's voice trailed off again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What's going to happen...Is me winning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Time to die!" Seviouv rampaged towards Fienrir, as he focused. He grabbed one of the beastly legs, throwing the beast back to where it began. Fienrit took his blade, slashing the belly of the beast wildy, then stabbing it. The beast pounced up, smashing Fienrir awaw, as it rampaged around him. Fienrir regained his footing, awaiting the beast to charge him again. Seviouv, snarling blood, attempted to ram him again, as Fienrir dodged him, but held his blade in front of the beasts face, cutting it. Seviouv yelped in pain, rampaging blindly around the ruins of the collapsed castle, smashing into one of the nearby walls. Seviouv's severed body burned away, as a single body appeared, about twice the size of two men. The human form of Zamorak rose, lauging hysterically.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What foul Lunebris..." Zamorak drew his sword from it's sheathe. "Do you wish to hear my desire? To take this blade, and blot out the light within Lunebris, aa darkness will regin in the land forever!" He threw his blade at Fienrir.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Direct hit...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir ripped the sword out of his stomach, as he screamed in agony, dropping his own blade. Zamorak, with a blink of one's eye, appeared next to Fienrir, his foul blade touching Fienrir's exposed neck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You are rediculously foolish, if you think you can slay me...No living force can kill me..." Zamorak took up his blade. "Good bye...Fienrir..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No you don't!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir threw his arm up at the right time, cutting open his arm. Fienrir screamed in pain, blood gushing from his arm. Zamorak recieved shell shock, as blood went into his eye, and the power of Fienrir was too great for him. Enraged, Fienrir rose. Enraged, Fienrir took up his blade. Enraged, Fienrir cut off one of Zamorak's weakened arms, as he looked at the blood pouring out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What...What is this? It's so warm, but pain is surging through my body...It's...Frightening...No...It can't be..." Zamorak's voice was filled with fear, as tears rolled down his eyes. "Blood!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You've never experienced pain before...Now, begone!" Zamorak looked up, as he parried the blows of Fienrir's blade. Zamorak's retalliation was to slice Fienrir's arm off, but Fienrir's focus was too quick; Zamorak's left leg was cut off, as he slid to the ground, smashing his exposed face on it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What...No! I'm a God! I cannot die!" Zamorak's darkness, building up inside of him, slowly released itself, creating an implosion of upmost power. Fienrir drifted, as the wings of Guthix faded into his body. The Oblivion around him dissapeared, as serenity surrounded Fienrir. He opened his eyes. The warriors of Zamorak were dead around him, dead because of their God going back to Hell, as their souls are eternal, they must follow. In the distance, he could here the cheers and victorious battle cries of his men. In the distance, he could see the brave souls that marched through here and saved the land. In the distance, he could see peace. Slowly, Roald appeared next to him, but he passed out before Roald could spak to him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"He did it." Roald's voice penetrated Fienrir's sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I can't believe it...he defeated...That beast..." Fienrir shot awake, bashing his head against Reldo's, as he fell to the floor. Everyone laughed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir, you did it!" Roald hugged him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ya, ya...I heard what you were saying. Listen...That beast wasn't any ordianry beast. But I can't explain it."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You can't explain it or don't want to?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Neither. I just think...You won't believe it." Roald leaned in closer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Try me."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Epilogue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To think everything happened two years ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir thought to himself, as he walked around the North of Edgeville. He wore a blach leather trench coat, and underhe wore a dragon chain mail that he discovered, and black pants with a gold belt wrapped around his legs. His belt around his waist was gold, too. His black boot's reflected the light of the moon onto the ground as he walked around, thinking of the sensless violence that the Zamorakian's inflicted upon Vad'Idlien. Now, in place of Vad'Idlien, stood ruins among ruins of the deadly wars that he battled upon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Roald was now king, as he was corinated one year ago, and now, the land was restored with balance. Everyone still knew Fienrir's name, and he was loved by the women, envyed by the men. He is nineteen now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hello, Fienrir." A man of white walked next to him, as he let go of the grip of his blade, which rested on his lower back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Tiresias." Fienrir said happily. "Two years. Imagine that."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Indeed. Look at you, Guthix, mylord. Why are you here?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I ordered some of the men to put up signs around here."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"For what?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well, Saradomin no longer owns these lands, for they were consumed with Twilight after we escaped. The Twilight gates fell, and now, it's a sensless place were decievers kill paupers and lesser beings among them." Two men put up one of the lasts of the signs. "Thus, Vad'Idlien, the golden lands, are no more. The cold of a Twilit Wilderness, this is what it has become."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"A wilderness...Yes, that is a name for it. Vad'Idlien, I hope, will never die in history, though." Fienrir nodded.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Tell me, Tiresias," Fienrir procliaimed, "Despite my death to reawaken my Advent form, what will become of my God form?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Your God form is always with you. Just remember, fienrir. Argarok is your demon, and Fienrir is your angel. Fenrir used to be a demon, but when you got the rings, the rage created Argarok. Your God form will always be with you." Tiresias stopped.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But you didn't answer my question."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But you already know the answer." Fienrir thought, then smiled. "Just remember, Fienrir. Argarok will come out during your rage, so you can't control him there. But you can control when you want him to give his power. You are the Advent, and you are more powerful than you can imageine." Tiresias began to walk away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Wait." Fienrir said, as Tiresias stopped.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes?" Tiresias turned, looking Fienrir in the eye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thank you, Tiresias." Tiresias smiled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Good luck, kiddo." He turned and walked away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, thank you...For everything.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

END OF BOOK ONE

[sephiroth_king]

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1/28(JUST IN): ARE YOU READY? Good. Above is the last two chapters. Enjoy them. Live them. Get ready, tonite I'm revealing the secret catch to The_Corrupt. Hope you nejoyed the first one.

[Xewleer]

Very cool! but the ending with Guthix and Zamorack (well.. not Zamorack) kinda didn't settle well with me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel the need for Corruption!

[sephiroth_king]

Good. It wasn't supposed to. That's what a Trilogy is all about. Leaving you with the empty feeling that you need the next one. So, ready for The_Corrupt? Well, say goodbye Advent...Hello Corruption.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. It doesn't settle with you yet. It didn't with me, either. That's why I already thought out how it will settle with you.

[Babybyers]

I just read the entire thing. Between eating/reading/emailing someone a few times, it took me 3 hours. Amazing Story. Cannot wait to read the next...It was just really good. Try and brush up on the spelling of some words. Goodluck with the next ones!

 

 

 

O:) :thumbsup: :evil: [/i]

[sephiroth_king]

Thanks. The spelling errors usually occur when my hands become tired and a headache builds up. But I always try to spell correctly. Thank you, now you will definatley understand the next story. I'm glad you liked it, because that was the point...Entertainment. I'll start working on the next tonight, depending on if anyone else wants to sign up.

[therealtermenator10]

A-W-E-S-O-M-E-! Just amazingly awesome! I barely finished reading it, and it blew me away. I hope my stories are half as good as that. I felt like I was actually in your story, it was so inviting and really just great too read. Too bad I can't do my book report on it, LOL. I haven't read "The Corrupt" yet but man, I wanna read it soooo bad, but I can't tonight. First thing in the morning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. This is sorta stupid question, but how'd did you put your story name on your sig, making it so you can click on it and it would pop up on the screen?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S.S. Awesome, don't stop man, this is such a great story, my other favorite story, "The Tale of Radon" the author stopped writing in the middle and it got me so mad. So please don't stop. It's A-W-E-S-O-M-E!

[sephiroth_king]

Thanks, TT10 (Is it okay to call you that? lol) I aim to please. The_Corrupt is more of a comediac beginning than it becomes serious, but I needed my readers to laugh somehow. But the prologue was extremely serious. Anyway, glad you liked! Oh, and to do this, just look under the subject when you are posting a reply, and over the far right you'll see a click called "URL". The fake URL I put down was Google, so I put http://www.google.com when it asks for a URL, and then you can name the link whatever, such as "this" like I put. Hope that helps! Thanks again!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. Why not do your book report on it? :lol: Well, it's not a real book, but...