The_Corrupt: Read the last post for explanation.

[Xewleer]

*sit on edge of seat*

 

 

 

very nice, I see it now, don't forget the RPG : tis your move on our characters

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know where you got some names \

 

 

 

off topic- Argarok was too easy for me

[sephiroth_king]

Ya, I liked Llia, the name (And the girl : ) and Argarok the giant dragon...OMG, I beat him so easily I thought it would give him some recompense and let him be in my story (Just as a demon :twisted: ). Anyway, more tonight, more twists N' stuff... :thumbsup:

[sephiroth_king]

Chapter 4: Of Morality and Prophecy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir looked upon the square, the place that was obliterated and left shrouded in a blanket of Twilight, the sun no longer shining upon this place...Just sorrow and Twilit darkness. The bodies of those whom were slaughtered were being cleaned up, and those whom were traumatized were put in shelters that were still intact. The army was still alive, too, along with Roald, Reldo, and those children whom were with Reldo and the time. Fienrir was relieved; nothing this horrid has happened since the Wars. He was also amazed of how everyone was in one piece; when the dome of edge collapsed, the horrid terrorism that was commited those two years ago, pulverized the hearts of those whom had a death in the family. Nevertheless, those people who died served under the dominion of the last king, and would fight to the last man was killed. King Syrese would never stop and think of the consequences; but he was old, and his brain thought of nothing else nut to keep on attacking until the last one was down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyway, Fienrir was happy that everyone remembered of those two years, and knew how to react.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You okay?" Llia walked from behind him, a look of worry upon her face. "You seem---troubled."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No...The horror of battled never crept up to me in two years...I couldn't remember the feel of men collapsing around you...The...Feel of screaming children and women...But when you and the others came, I remembered that sorrow isn't the only thing within war." Fienrir placed his hands on her shoulder and grinned. "Sorrow is just an illusion...But friends aren't." Llia grinned, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir! What ar' ya doin'?" Fargu interupted Fienrir, as he jumped and turned his attention wuickly to the five walking towards him. "Slakin' off, eh?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No, Fargu...What do you want?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well, an ale, but I have a very important question to ask you..." Fargu sucked in some air, Fienrir drawing his attention closer to what he was about to say. "Who won? Me, or Gil?" Fienrir sighed, a slight rush of anger surging through him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"By the writers..." Gil sighed, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"He what!" The king angrily exploded at his servent, as he wipped out his sword and held it to the man's neck. "Why did you run? Why did you not destroy them! You ignorant fool."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Mylord, I'm sorry...But Fienrir and his five warriors fought us off with ease! We could do nothing---" Karomaz, angered at the servent, slashed his neck, blood gushing upon the heartless king's face. The servent fell, as the King walked to his renevated throne, wiping the blood off of his face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"So, waht should we do, mylord?" A cloaked man walked towards the king, whom slowly sat on his throne, a sigh of exageration eminating from him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes...What do we do?" A feminine voice eminated from another cloaked figure, as she was followed by three other silent cloaked people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes...My only true loyal warriors...So, it seems that our gnomish friend and the rest of the army has attacked that gnomish village, correct?" The cloaked man nodded, and the king grinned. "Excellent. But there is one problem: you didn't destroy the Resvihaxianz! I ordered you to kill them and destroy Fienrir, but I see no blood upon your hands nor your weapons!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Mylord...You must have patience. It seems the eradication of Fienrir and his...Companions...Is inevitable at this moment in time. Nut do not despair; in time, mylord. Patience is a virtue, after all...It's something we are all born with."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Get out of my sight." The king hissed, as he stabbed his blade angrily into the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"As you wish."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fienrir led everyone outside of the town again, Roald making the public announcement of the draft of the army. Every man seemed happy; after all, they wanted their revenge. Even the Resvihaxianz wanted veangence, Llia, too. Although Fienrir felt hurt, he didn't feel as though as he should just march right into a war again; not without knowledge and common sense.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Why did we come here?" Mellisa asked in exasperation, as Fienrir sparked the fire with a whisper of a spell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We are here," Fienrir sat down on one of the seats around the fire, "because I must teach you some things before you jump into a war that could effect your lives forever. There are some things you don't know that I must teach you...And there are things that you think you know, but haven't registered in your brain of the true way of reacting with that."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Like what?" Fargu boomed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I want to teach you things...But you all must understand that the things that I am to tell you...They won't immediatly seep into your heart...Your soul...Or your mind just yet. You are the Resvihaxianz, a group of people whom, through their choices, were destined to join me...Now tell me...Are you ready to hear out what I am about to tell you? A simple nod is all I need to see." Fienrir looked around the group, each nodding their heads immediatly. Fienrir cleared his throat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Good. Now you must all understand of what happened in the past. Long, long ago, before the golden ages and the dawn of war, Saradomin created the land as a harmonic and strong place. He created humans, plants, animals...For many generations, it was good. But soon, man would face many choices...That's what is registered in the anctient texts. But what man doesn't understand is that we don't face choices, we don't choose...We already made them. But we are all here to understand why we made these choices. Some of you may agree, and some of you may...Disagree. But you know it is true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"In the past, you made choices that benefited you. Gloriously, they did, and you were led here. I don't know about you, but I'm unhappy about some choices I make, but I'm very happy of the good choices I do make. With both, it leads you to your untimely destiny. But...You five that sit here before me (And Llia, whom isn't a Resvihaxianz) had a twist in your destiny that led you here, as my destiny was a path that brought me here. Saradomin inscribed it, and Saradomin willed it. All of you have heard that in an anctient text, no? You all know it well; he said this as he was to create the new lord...Guthix."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What glory that passage was...It's almost as though it enkindles hope within you..." Llia said. Everyone noded their heads, Gil smiling exeptionally.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Guthix was predicted...Now, everyone waits in solemn hope for him. This was the prophecy. But even more, later inscribed within the anctient texts...Was of you. The Resvihaxianz, and here you are."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But the text said the Resvihaxianz would follow...Guthix, the manifested lord...By the wirters...You cannot be claiming you are Guthix!" Gil angrily protested.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Believe what you want, for I have no control of what you think." Gil calmed down, now sitting back in his chair. "But I am not here to speak of that. All I wanted to say was of the prophecy and choice. But there is one more test I have for you..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Being what, sir?" Mellisa politly said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hush," Fienrir replied, "for you must concentrate to understand...Now, I spoke of the Harmonic era...This era was the worst in history. And why? Because this era was also the development of utopian societies...These were mostly documented as evil societies, and not many survived for long...Except one." Fienrir paused, glancing at the others, all interested and listening intently. "This society was the worst, but people stayed because...They couldn't accept the truth..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The truth being what?" Gil asked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Anxious...Now, imagine...A society of Harmony, power, wealth, love...Everything that makes a utopian society work. Imagine, you are a young man or women, finally, and every other one whom is your age is asked, from alphebetical order, to follow the village elders somewere. You are the first one, so you follow. You are anxious: What is it? A present? No. You are brought to an old, broken down abandonded house. The village elders ask you to enter, and after you've seen what you have seen, you would leave and speak to them. So, scared and confounded, you enter the crippled door, as you fall down the steep step, hitting your head upon old wood. The inside was unpleasent; it stunk of urine and defication, as you see a poor girl, in rags...A girl, whom the village elders feed the same slop every day...She must even go to the bathroom in the house. You are sorrowfull toards her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"'Hello, what is your name?' you ask her. All she does is look up, blood shut eyes, as tears drop down her eyes. She cannot talk, for her speaking skills were never developed. You started to cry, you've had enough! You rune outside, slamming the door behind you, gasping for air and bawling. The elders try to calm you. When you finally calm down...They ask you, 'Based on what you have seen...We give you two choices. Either you stay in this village, exepting the girl is there...Or you leave and never return, and have the thought of happiness of not exepting the girl is there. Make your choice.' Your heart beats harder, as you do not know..." Fienrir stopped, a tear drop from Llia's eyes fell swifty, as the other five did, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No...I would bring her with me!" Gil said. "No more suffering...No more..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"That is not a choice. For them, that was how they worked. But soon, the untimely end for that society was when one man didn't accept it. Te elders hung the man, as the villagers were in an uproar...They believed that man would do good in the future, that he would save the girl...Maybe the land. That man was named...Guthix. And Saradomin predicted that he would come again." Night broke, as the fire raged, and the others were thinking of the tale still.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Listen, get some sleep. I don't care what you believe in...If you think I'm Guthix...Or if you don't...That is your choice." Fienrir walked away from the fire, the others getting ready to douse it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I...Believe..." Fienrir heard Gil say, as the others agreed. Why would they all believe quickly? Saradomin predicted this, too: The Resvihaxianz believe in the lord, Guthix...As those in the village did, long ago....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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What would you do? Would you except the girl is there? Or deny it? Post your thought (And comments) here.

[Xewleer]

(I do love a bit of philosphy I do)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what would I do? I would accept it, and then go back at night and try to take her out of there if possible! Oh yes!

 

 

 

One can't actually tell when one is in that situation your words cannot be vivid enough(in theory) but I saw it in my head all the same... I fell great pity.

 

 

 

I hate utopian societies, Socialism can't work (Bible says it Jesus: the poor you shall have with you always) Communism is just another form of socialism... Voltaire was a homosexual fool who gave his children up to death by leaving them at the orphanage. ... I should calm down... this stuff gets me riled up... I mean no flame on Sephiroth King!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

don't forget the RPG, theres a surprise waiting (but I'm not quitting, you'll see!)

[sephiroth_king]

That was actually a lesson in Morality, really. My words can't be vivid enough for that girl, and it is impossible to save her, unfortunatly. Your options are limited, but I wish I could save her, too. :evil: :cry: It is actually nearly be impossible to dsescribe it better. I hate utopian societies, too, so I don't mind a little bit of anger.

[sephiroth_king]

Chapter 5: Into a War Long Gone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Morning broke, as the others awaited Fienrir outside in the square, the bodies of the dead cremated, along with the mourners weeping over the sorrow of a lost one. The usual activity was going on; even the slightest wrong in a place like this can influence a sale in the cities. It angered Fienrir. But he knew they would clear eventually; after all, no one is here to buy, although through some terrorist experiences, there was.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The blanket of twilight, which covered the sky, had been depleted of it's energies, and the sun was showing it's beautiful rays.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir." Llia said, as she walked over to Fienrir, a look of sadness on her face. "Are you okay? You seemed a bit---tense---before you went to bed..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm fine. It's just...They actually believe...I thought that the scriptures said of a trust and belief in the Resvihaxianz, but I didn't think..." Fienrir stopped, his muscles started to tense, and his thoughts became clouded.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Listen...The scriptures said as they said, and those devout enough believe in you. I do. And the monks of the sanctuary believe, too." Even clouded in thought, Fienrir immediatly agreed with her. The others awaited the two, each doing something funny---Fargu was drinking an ale, but he drunk. Mellisa was keeping her cool, but she wanted to yell at Fargu, as Irenith paid no attention to either of them. And Gil---wait, were's Gil?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Were's Gil?" Fienrir immediatly declared out of thought, Llia looking for him vividly in every area.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Gil," Fargu said in a drunken manner, "That reminds me! I need to pick up my axe..." Fargu fell back. He'll feel that when he wakes up. Fienrir thought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"By the writers! Let me out! I'm not dead!" Fienrir looked at the pile of dead bodies that they were preparing to cremate---too late. They lit them. Gil screamed:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"By the writers! It's getting hot in here!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fell asleep on the dead guys, eh?" Fienrir asked Mellisa.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yup." Said she.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"And you didn't help?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No, he didn't ask for it."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Okay, Mellisa, that was brutal." Fienrir said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hey, he didn't ask." Mellisa gently snarled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Stop trying to be funny. He could have been killed."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"By the writers...Luckly for me, I didn't get burned." Gil was panting for air, naturally working on his rubix cube. Fargu had awakened, as he was drinking another ale---he didn't even have a hangover.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"So, it seems that you all don't understand the meaning of faith. I overheard Gil---I know you just don't instantaneously believe. It's unlike human nature."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Likely or no," Mellisa said, "we really believe. You can't change that, nor can anyone else. That lesson you taught us---it really affected all of us. We even discussed it this morning...But Gil...Fell asleep..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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TO BE CONTINUED...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sorry guys, too tired...I'm gonna rest for a while...I won't be writing for a while, either...Be on Runescape for the next days...That, and playing my Wii.

[Xewleer]

lol! poor gil! keep up the good stuff!

[sephiroth_king]

Into a War Long Gone: Continued

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Listen...All of you. I've doubted you, and now, I do not know if I should doubt you anymore. Faith. That's what has been bestowed upon you; and upon me, hope."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hope?" Gil quietly said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Indeed. That philosophicle tale Itold you about, about the girl that suffers...It's all true. And with truth, comes agony. This 'Utopia' exists even today, and we are called to stop it. But it seems if we are to do this, then we must enter a war that has been dispeleed for a long time; the war that drove insanity to madness, madness to destruction...The sane were slowly taken over by a strange and mythical force, the opposite of Lunebris, Texbri, the Twilit oblivion...The same place I fought Seviouv..." Fienrir grinned, reaching into his pocket, pulling out some golden dust slowly. "Now, I want you to see what the past held...What the true meaning of enlightenment is, and what the true meaning of...Chaos is." Fienrir blew the dust from his hands, as it flew through the air, everyone slowly drifted into a brutal sleep, and their bodies slowly disentagrated into the thin air.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Into the vast destruction that ruled the lands...Into the forcefull deaths put upon by those people before you...You disiples of Guthix, the ones whom stood by his side before he was hung...But you all retailliated. And now, you are here, reincarnated, ready to see the truth of the beginning of the end, the creation of light and darkness...The creation of Lunebris and Texbri... The voice of a God echoed through the oblivion of the Twilit place.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Were...Are we?" Gil spoke softly, but his shacky voice told Fienrir of his fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We are in a place called Chaos. Chaos is the one true element that remains in the world, one which cannot be broken down and destroyed. Instean, Chaos was locked away in one person..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All of you are to see th true creation of the land...Now listen carefully. I cannot tell you whom you speak to, nor can I tell you were you are. You mkust determine this for yourself. Now, let us begin...It was dark. Chaos ruled the lands, and the force of darkness pushed the only beings that lived among chaos, as demons scourged and mocked those men, as they killed off man...But soon, Chaos ceased to exist, and light broke into the lands. The light signaled peace, and the demons retreated to the underworld. So two sacred beings rose: they were known as Gruvius, the God of eternal Light and darkness, and Gaea, or Mother Earth. Both recreated the lands into their own image, then created Saradomin, then locked their own souls away...Forever...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saradomin then made man. Pleased with his work, he created something that has ben eternally sought out by man: the Heavens. With pavement of gold, buildings of gold, and a place man could call and everlasting paradise, it was undoubtedly perfect. Also created were angels, but there was one that was created...Under Saradomins perfected image. His name was Seviouv. Seviouv wasn't as nearly as perfect, but was jealous nevertheless; so he fought Saradomin, and lost. With this, Saradomin sent him to these lands to quell his rage...But as he was destroying, slaughtering...Fenrir, the sacred wolf, came and stopped him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thus, the perfect Seviouv became a demon himself, and the ruler of the underworld...Fenrir was locked away, and now you see the true God, Guthix, whom inherited the powers of Fenrir...And you all claim to believe. He told you of the society, no? Those societies were first; they simply were created for utopia, and that girl was a sufferer, but that society lasted forever. But Guthix, the man whom didn't want that girl to suffer, came to liberate her...With a sucess...And with a price. As soon as he liberated the girl, as soon as she was placed under care in Varrok of old, he was captured. You are the reincarnations of the Disiples of Guthix, you are the believers of true freedom...But you were all killed, and for two millenia, your souls slept. Now you are all here, and now, you also see the girl whom was an ancestor of that person...Llia.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Llia..." Everyone quietly said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, I leave the rest to you...But with everything you heard and saw, you must not tell anyon e of the past...For now you must liberate someone Llia hasn't seen in many years...Since the capture of her sister in the new utopia, she is suffering...And with sorrow, you must push foreward until you succede in the liberation. Now Go!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hey everyone! Hoped you enjoyed it, and I hope you understand what I'm trying to connect to... :shock: \ :thumbsup: Have a great Feb vacation (Or if you already had it, hope you had a good one, and if you don't have it till two weeks from now, I still wish you a happy holiday)! I won't be writing for a while, so make sure this post doesn't die! Convince other people to read it or something! :D Don't wanna bother you any longer...Feel free to leave feedback! (Especially you, Xewleer, hope you have a good one!)

[Peele]

:XD: AWESOME! :XD:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and i see a little bit of LOTR i there with the competition between fargu and gill :wink:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

its really good so far and i cant wait to read the rest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well... off to play WOW

[sephiroth_king]

w00t! It's seriously good to be back! :D :D :D :D

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi everyone! Hope you had or did have a good vacation. Ideas are pouring through my brain, I jus can't wait to get this story going again!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peele, glad you saw the connection. I had to do that, because LOTR is awesome, along with Gimli and Legolas...And I had to. It seems to just fit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyway, I hope to get in about 10 chapters (You read right) before the week ends, so two chapters a night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Muahahahahahhaha :twisted: ......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A lot more connections and things that will twist you...Forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I feel as though I should release the final title of the trilogy...Here it is...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The_

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EDIT!!!READ!!!: :( :x :( :x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As you see, I'm sad for letting you down, and furious for not thinking of what comes next. Do not despair, something will come to mind. I'll look for some inspiration. School, most likely.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

8-)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CONNECTION TERMINATED

[sephiroth_king]

Chapter 6: The Corrupt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the visions faded away, as the dark memories of the past faded from the view of everyones now sensitive eyes, they re-materiaized within a thickly shaded forest. Everyone gazed at the amazing beauty of the forest. The trees were of gold and silver, and the leaves were a richer gold and silver than the trees, and the shade that they were covered in was a pearl color. One leaf fell; as it drifted onto the ground, as it touched the rich golden grass filled forest, it seemed to glow when it touched the ground, almost as if purifying the ground. A small squirrel shuffles around the trees; it looked healthier than most animals. And even though that was the only sign of life in the forest, they knew that many animals were likely to thrive here. Another leaf fell, slowly drifting unto Fienrir's hand, and a golden light eminated from it, healing the small wounds on his body, also rejuvinating him to the full extent. The others touched the leaves on the ground, as the same happened to them; even leaves that could have been there for years could probably purify them, and even maintain their original luster.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What...What be this place?" Fargu quietly exclaimed. "It is the most beautiful place I ever seen...This is...Heaven..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Your comparison is accurate," Fienrir said, "but these woods are just a tast of what Heaven is. You look at the trees around you, their golden and silverly gleams penetrating you...And shielding you from the truth, the truth of what this forest has endured...What this forest is...How this forest came to be. No, this isn't close to a true tast of the Heavens. But it's a fragement." Fienrir grew silent, as he walked towards a thicket of bushes in-between two beautifully gold and silver trees. Beyondthe thicket amazed everyone; a stream of a pearl gold and silver flowed, and the sparkling waters weakened everyone's guard; they were quite thirsty, after all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"If only," Fienrir said, "if only you could see what I see...If you could...See what has happened over the years to what has led this damn land to were it is now." Fienrir knelt beside the stream, scooping ou some of the water, gulping it down with great thirst. He finished, exclaiming: "Come, drink from the stream. It is said to keep you hydrated for three weeks straight...Scoop some into our cantines, then sit yourselves upon these boulders. Don't worry, they are quite comfortable." After everyone drank from the stream, they sat themselves upon the mystical boulders. The comfort that they felt made them sigh with astonishment; they were as smooth as silk, and felt as comfortable as a bed made for a king.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"This place...is...It's flawless...By...By the writers!" Gil excitedly exclaimed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It looks it...But...Hear me out. I shall tell you lore that you've never heard before, the true tale that that voice had not had told you."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Why?" Fargu interuppted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Because he didn't think you were ready. Now be silent, and listen. Long ago...After Gaea, the mother of earth, and Gruvius, the god of Light and Darkness...After they created Saradomin, the lands you dwell...And everything else...Saradomin took a piece of the Heavens, a forest of Gold and Silver, and sent it to these lands...A forest were hope could be found when it was lost...And were joy could be found, to replace the sorrows of the people. And when people touched the forest, when the consumed the water...They became healed. And through the healing, the worshippers of Saradomin came, and even pilgramiges were made to come to this very place for praying and healing. For many generations, it was perfect. Unfortunatley, this place was the only 'perfect' place of Saradomin, although the rest of the lands was considered perfect to the men and women that dwelt on it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"When this age of 'perfection' came to be, Saradomin named it the 'Golden age' were an eternal spring covered the lands. But, Saradomin knew that he could not always help them, they had to help themselves. Thus, the seasons came to be, from summer to spring, every year. So the cold came, and the people learned the art of construction, building these glorious structues to keep themselves warm...Thus, Saradomin considered this age the 'Silver age' because man could help themselves, and he dubbed it perfect. Unfortunatly, he was wrong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But man would ultimatley come to a dark day, as a man struck another down with a sharp metal. After, the lands divided, and people waged war against one another for dominance over lands. This was known as the Bronze age. That age ended in the perfect imperfection, as the monks say. People began to murder others for the sake of themselves. They used the forest for evil worships; tey used many of the gifts of Saradomin for avarice and violence. When Saradomin realized this, he slaied anyone within the forest whom performed these dark rituals, and smited anyone that came near it. Every man except..." Fienrir paused, gulping and cluthing his hands together. "His name was Vincent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Vincent was supposedly a man of purity, and convinced Saradomin to relocate the forest to the far west of the forest, and erect a village of peoples who would guard the forest. Saradomin ultimatley agreed, and it was done. But Saradomin...Shouldn't have. Vincent wasn't pure; he had intentions of evil, as he wanted to manipulate the forest in his own intentions. So began the dawn of a new age: The age of Corruption.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"This age erected a new society called a 'perfect' one...A utopia. With an iron will, he began his formulations and his plans to decieve people into thinking utopia's were the way. After many tries, after many utopian failures, all which ended in rebellion...The perfect idea was found, an idea so horrid that it is dipicable to say. They would take a little girl, an innocent, little girl of five, and throw her into a broken down house...Like I told you before. People woul refuse to except the girl being there, and ignore her existence, the were corrupt to believe that they would end up like this if they were to leave here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"One day, though, an man refused to except it, along with his ten followers. Guthix, the antagonist of this...Then there was Xavier, the brave...Virgil, the strong...Juno, the kind...Niobe, the warful...Apollo, the mysterious...Pandora, the wise...Psyche, the pure...Pyramus, the peacefull...Castillo, the manipulative...And Orion, the sage of the ages. They refused to accept this cruel fate. Many people began to follow, and soon, they built an army. Killing the corrupt who stood in their way, they liberated the girl and brought her to safety. But Vincent caught them, and executed each and every one of the followers by means of decapitation...But Guthix was sent to a hanging. With faith in his heart, and the many people they brought out of corruption...He yelled 'Though my body shall die, my spirit won't...Saradomin sent me here for a reason, he sent me to liberate you good people...And to end corruption...Freedom! Forever!'"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thus, full of rage, Vincent hung the man, and the society was corrupted again. But the girl lived on, and soon, her descendent came to be: Llia. Llia was capured and her sister was sent there, but they promised her full freedom if they worked with the Astivxis...The..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The other five disiples." Llia proclaimed. Everyoen jumped.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What!" Even the quiet Gil exclaimed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes. She stayed with them, and I freed her. So here we are, in the Forest of Hope...Here we are, near the village...Here we are, as one."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That's quite enough." A voice said from the trees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hope you liked the read guys! For those of you who haven't read, read my last story, The_Advent, to understand this one. Anyone, have a good one!

[sephiroth_king]

Alright guys, time to make an announcement...It might be upsetting, or it might give you time to think...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The_Corrupt is temporarily going to take a break, because I'm writing another story, and because the characters are taking a Disney cruise until or after April. Those son's of---Anyway, they also threatened to ruin my life if I didn't tell you the very last title...Again, hope this long, long, long, long...Break gives you time to think of the new title and what the story means to you so far...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hope the last title will be known famously on the library, for it will be 40 chapters long. It will be known as The_Omega, and I hope that will be =your second to favirote one of the series, if not the best...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Also, The_Corrupt might have short chaptrers, but it will have 30. See a pattern? 10 added each story. Anywyay, I'll post my new story soon...And the characters say hi, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DO NOT THINK THE AUTHOR IS CRAZY:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Anything said in here that has to do with the characters is entirelly fictional. They are not taking a Disney cruise, and hery are not talking to the author, and most importantly, they are not threatning the authors life. They are fictional...Or are they?*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"OW! By the writers!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What's wrong Gil?" Fienrir asks after the do-not-think-the-author-is-crazy-warning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You are stepping on my face!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Oh, having another narcolepsy episode again, eh?" Fienrir asked. Gil took a second to respond.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Maybe..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Dog pile on Gil!" Fargu scream aloud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ya!" Irenith screams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Whatever..." Mellisa says.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"MUAHAHAHAHA!" Efial screams aloud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Wait...NO!" Too late. Everyone dog piles on Gil, and you are either laughing on the floor, or peeing your pants laughing, or saying I'm dumb, or all three together.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Have a good...Time with whatever you are planning to do in the months of this stories absence!

[Xewleer]

I'm back! And its good! but I can't quite see why the certain portions of the story introduced are necessary... still... good work! (the Omega?)

[sephiroth_king]

Whew! Can't think of anything else for Kingdom of the Dawn :XD: So I'll post a few chapters tonight. Good ones. Don't miss 'em! :XD: :shock: :twisted: :D

[Xewleer]

YAY! M0r3 Ch4p73r6 Pl0x!11!!!

[sephiroth_king]

Chapter 7: The Furies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The dark voice pierced through the sacred wood, and it quickly frightened Llia, who knew the voice. The wind began to pick up, as the tree's violently thrusted the one's by their sides; an eerie silence temporarily overtook the area, but a response from the tree's was instantly heard:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm dissapointed in you, Guthix...Telling lies get's you no were...However, I suppose it's to protect them from their fates, but it will not work." The deep voice chuckled, then awaited a response.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Come out and fight me...Orion." Fienrir furiously said, clenching his fists.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm so glad you remembered me..." A rustling from the tree's made Fienrir jerk his head to his back, as a quake came from behind him. The man was cloked in a strange red coat...Like Vincents? "But you have the wrong name, so you've forgotten me..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It can't be!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It can." Vincent lifted his head, a grim, penetrating glance made Fienrir quake. "Two years. I never though this day would come like swift wings, but, then again, it did. And now, I stand with you and your friends...Your bloody disiples. Well, aren't you going to give me a hug?" Fienrir ripped his blades from their sheathes, sparks flying from their draw point. "No? Fine. But I do know the Furies want to say hello." Fienrir stood his ground, but jumped as five quakes eminated from the ground, and trre's began to collapse at every side. Silence, then slow trodding of the five warriors.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I can't believe you confused Vincent with me." Orion chuckled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Look at them. Weak." A female voice said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"All of them." Another female voice said. The five walked closer, three of them being abnormally sized men and two average sized women. Orion cracked his muscles and joints, still laughing insanly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What the Hell do you want?" Llia exclaimed, her rapier drawn and an angry look upon her face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's not obvious?" One of the women said. "No? Fine. We are here to shed some light on the real happenings of the past."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Do it and I'll kill you, Pandora!" Fienrir snarled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Big tough guy, huh? I'd be nervous if I were you." She jumped at him, her blade swiftly drawn out, but Fienrir disicively retalliated and slashed her, blood spurting onto the ground and his sword. She plowed into the ground, and te tohers took up arms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Strong. Pandora was a fool to try to harm you." Vincent looked at the gasping girl on the ground. "Get up, you worthless---" He kicked her stomach, and she rose slowly. Gil was enraged quickly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Leave her alone!" Gil charged in, knifes being slashed around Vincent, each doged or evaded with no faults. Gil collapsed in exaushtion, panting heavily. Vincent then kicked him back to the others.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fool." Vincent chuckled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Why do you do this?" Llia proclaimed, helping Gil to his feet with the utmost care.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We are just listening to orders." Orion said. "Vincent wants to take up your hand---In marrige. The village needs a queen. And we'll slaughter you all until we get her." The five and Vincent walked closer. "Fight us. See if you'll win."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More in a while...A continum of this chapter, so don't worry!

[Xewleer]

man... :cry: You butchered the English language! You monster! :x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyway... yeah, do a spell check, please... #-o really, really bad spelling skills today...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But a very good plot twist! Man, didn't see that coming! Go Gil! Get him! Maul him! Stab him! :ohnoes: :ohnoes: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:

[sephiroth_king]

Thanks, I saw the mistakes, such as "te" instead of "The" and stuff. I'll change later, Thanks!

[Xewleer]

rereading this and the rest of the story... is there anything between Llia and Gil? Or is it just coincidence that I'm thinking that when... well... or is she just nice to him?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Man! Oh well...

[sephiroth_king]

No, she's kind to everyone, so there's nothing between them...But I'll leave the future of this story in your hands, think about it. Maybe, maybe not.

[Xewleer]

sorry, my mistake, I took the name from one of my previous stories (secretly I'm very bad with names) and his is a very romantic story... gonna write more soon?

[sephiroth_king]

I hope so...But don't get your hopes up. Maybe the battle, but my fantasy/adventure imagination has run to an obstacle, and it's hard to think of more. So in school, I wrote a SERIOUS story of future day US and Doctors. It's called Under the Kinfe (Got the name from Trauma Ceneter: Under the Kife and Second Opinion). So I hope this will become well developed and fun story to read. I plan to start tonight, but that depends! :XD:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can't even write Kingdom Dawn (Gonna rename it to this after I psost this) because the block is so great.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So really, a story of 2020 A.D America about doctors will be fun, I think! I'm going to add a list of Doctoral terms, and the rest is a suprise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But I will tell you (And everyone else) that it's a Surgeon(s) story, with some other doctors...Anyway, look out for it, and sorry about that...Can't develop it anymore for a while. I thought I was gonna be able to write it, but that might not happen. :XD: :D :XD:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Talk to you later!

[sephiroth_king]

Hi guys! Haven't written in a while! I've thought of a lot more to continue this story, I'll do my other ones later. I also found out a few more things like the fact the Llia is actually Ilia in Zelda TP #-o I always thought it was Llia and was a cool name, but...Ilia. Which is even better. Oh well. Looks like my blindness led to originality. :P

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyway, how would you like some more story? Yes? Now? Hmmm... :-k Okay. But my new ideas were really inspired through my Morality classes (Secretly I go to a Catholic school) and is always good to have inspiration, and the true terror of the series must begin. Okay, the continuum of The Furies. (I'll start the story on a different post---I have chores to do, so tonight is when it starts---Again.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Go Gil! Stab him! :ohnoes: Go Efial! Slice him! Go Melissa! Erm...Do whatever it is you do... :-k Go Fargu! OMG dwarf versus...Let's not ruin it. :wink: Finally, kick the (other person you are facing)'s A**, Irenith! :twisted: :twisted:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I like pie. It really helps out my eyes. :twisted: See?

[k0pkaas]

erm ok u said u were gonna post more story.... and well.... its been almost a month..... I NEED MORE!!!

[sephiroth_king]

erm ok u said u were gonna post more story.... and well.... its been almost a month..... I NEED MORE!!!

 

 

 

Sorry, was away on vacation, I'm catching up today after school. Did you just start reading this story? I can't seem to find your posts (I don't have any problems, though). Did you read the_Advent so you know what this story continues on? : If not, PM me and I'll provide a link. Oh, guess what? Here comes the next chapter. :twisted: