((Okay, I got tons of chapters done here already, so I'ma gonna post three up a post, I got up till seven done, so I'll try and wait until someone comments before adding.))
It is the year 2018. This generation of humans is truly under the rule of technology. One cannot cross a street without seeing someone on a cellular phone or playing some sort of handheld. This wired generation has left behind those without any type of techno knowledge. Though this was the inevitable conclusion, promised generations ago by the scientists of yesteryear. In this time period the ones in power are truly the internet heavy teenagers, spending day and night on their computer they have grown greatly ‘connected’. Yet what these teens do on their computers are different from one another, some may use their time writing stories, chatting with friends, or ‘surfing the internet’. But there is a large majority claimed to play game online, the largest number are said to play a game dubbed “The World”. This game is played by people of all ages really, and spreads far and wide throughout this planet. Those that play spend their time fighting monsters, interacting with other players, and leveling up their characters to become stronger. And yet even in all this fun and play their lies darkness, “The World” is a game that has not been ‘widely accepted’. A few years back there was an outbreak of comas throughout players, they would be found in this deathly state with their controllers in hand and headsets equipped, it sent a great scare throughout players. And at the end of this chain of events CCCorp (the game makers) and “The World” found their demise. Then just as players thought their beloved game was gone forever the corporation created a new “World”. Game play was revamped, new features were added, and the graphics had a complete overhaul. What was thought of as a desperate maneuver by some was a dream come true for others. By some “The World R:2", as it was dubbed as, was said to be doomed for failure. Yet those people were put to shame when R:2 hit the Two Million sales mark and became as big as it’s predecessor. And still some were not happy- players missed their old characters, the characters they worked so hard to build up, they missed their old, warm “World”. You see something completely unexpected was added to this version of The World: Player Killing or ‘’PKing’‘.
Players were granted the ability to engage in battle with others, what was added by CCCorp as a way to increase game play and competition was abused by players, the powerful began to bully the week, kill other players for simple enjoyment.
One could not venture into the field or dungeons without the fear of being Pked (player killed). As a result a new faction was born, the ‘’Player Killer Killers’‘.
They fought to protect those being harmed and bullied by other players. Many of these ‘PKK’s’ as they are called were once Player killed as well, some fulled solely by that sense of revenge. Then there are those wanting only to enjoy the game, and then there is the most intriguing group. A small minority in The World have set out to search for mysteries in the game, be it for treasures, hidden quests, or something more. In a world shrouded in mystery they look for answers in this game, traveling into the deep, dark reaches of The World.
The dim light of the computer screen poured into the dark room. The young man’s brown eyes stared blankly at his screen, almost as if he were put into a trance. His skin was painted a deep brown color, one could not tell where it ended. His hair was a black colored fashioned in that of a buzz cut, his sat in a long tee shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants. A proud grin swept across the boys face as he bent under his computer desk. Under sat a large white box, it read across it “Stuff”. Vague yes, but he could understand it perfectly. Pulling it from under the desk the box let out a loud SKID! sound. Reaching in the boy pulled up a long black cord, as he fished the rest out he had in front of him a group of odd looking gadgets. Among them, a complicated looking controller, a headset that looked as if it came straight from a science fiction film, and the long black cord. The rest was nothing but manual papers and such. Letting out a deep sigh he began the tedious hooking up of the system, plugging in the controller and installing the disk into his computer. “Alright...” He whispered in a raspy voice.
He placed the black cord into an circular opening in the headset and connected the naked end of the cord into a compartment in the controller. Once that was done he placed the headset atop his head.”Okay. Now the fun part.” The boy said, his tone sounding like that of a young child.
There was a loud whirring sound, and then a soft ping. Suddenly a bright white screen crossed his gaze, he winced almost falling from his seat. Then, as suddenly as the white screen came it vanished giving way to an empty grey screen. Bold letters that read ‘loading’ appeared and a short blue gauge began to fill with white.
Within seconds the gauge was filled and the words ‘Character Name’ greeted him.
“Character name huh? Well gotta make it somethin good. Ah.” He spoke to himself, and then opened a grid, spread across it was the alphabet, on one end was the english letters, and on the other various letters from other languages. Of course he began to key in american letters. With the arrow buttons on his controller he keyed in...D-E-M-E-T-R-I. And pressing the enter button a satisfied look crossed his face as he took his first step into creating his character. Demetri. He had the character in his mind for some while, he had always been a creative kid, that’s why he jumped at the idea of joining “The World” when his friend told him of it.
The next screen had his character name at the top, and at the bottom was a rotating wireframe. Two to be precise, one of a male, and the other of a female.
The word ‘choose’ faded into the picture. And he keyed over to the male wireframe. From there he was taken a screen much to complicated to explain, it held the contents for one to create the look of their character. From the skin color on down to the size of their nostrils. Detailed indeed. The boy spent some time creating this character it would be too time consuming to write out the process in which he did this, instead we shall fast forward to the point in which he chose his character’s class. This screen showed a long list of classes, ranging from twin blade, to ninja, to thief. But as he scrolled through these numerous classes only one stuck out to him, The Adapt Rouge. This class was able to change weapons on the fly, in a sense they were a jack of all trades. In small yellow text at the bottom of the Adapt Rouge page it read “FOR ADVANCED PLAYERS ONLY”. Yet the naive boy only shrugged the warning off before accepting the job.”Okay! Time to get into the game!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Accepting all fields the large loading screen appeared once again, the gauge filled more slowly this time, as there was a ton of data to process- but it was worth the wait. Once ten minutes passed large gold letters appeared one by one C-O-N-G-R-A-G-U-L-A-T-I-O-N-S!! They said, and a burst of festive confetti flew down on the screen. He paid no mind to the screen and waited to start. After a short intro text appeared yet another loading screen came. This time he was shown a picture of a town area. The world seemed to be a harbor town, resting on burning amber waters, the golden sun shone down on this twilight town, painting everything in a golden cloak. Buildings were packed together and tons of players just like himself ran around, this must have been where they all got their quests- a player HQ maybe.
Suddenly the scene disappeared to give way to a dark, dim lit dome. A small number of players gathered here, exchanging words with each other and talking about their adventures. With a white and blue aura forming in the room Demetri came into existence. Taking a look around he threw his hands in the air letting out a joyous squeal. He made it in! This was it! The World he had heard so much about, now the only thing to do was to find him friend.”Whoo! The system can’t hold me down!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Glances were shot at this odd acting Rouge, and then the all looked away, the same thing heard off their breath: “n00b.”
This was the lowest thing you could be called on the internet, a n00b. Someone immensely ignorant and inexperienced. A fool if you will. They all looked upon this new oddly dressed Rouge with dismay. His hair in black dread locks falling middle length of his neck, black and purple goggled stretched across his head, the strap covered by his dreads. His skin was a dark brown, on his face were two black lightening shaped tattoos, located right under his eyes. He wore a long yellow robe like jacket with long black tassel falling from the large hood. His legs were covered by a pair of extremely long shorts that cut off at his ankles, the shorts were yellow as well rimmed with black and red. A pair of black and white boots were at his feet, chains dangled from his legs. And atop his head was a pair off...tall wolf ears.”Eh?” His golden eyes looked up at the ears, scratching his head he wondered how exactly those got there, he didn’t remember putting those there.”Must be a bug.” He told himself, simply disregarding the fact. The Rouge sighed dropping to his rear on the stairway. Behind him stood a large blue gate, around it twirled golden circles, this gate was known to players as ‘The Chaos Gate’. It transported them to other towns, dungeons, fields and just about anywhere else in The World. It was the only source for traveling between levels in this game. Suddenly a voice from behind called out to the boredom struck Demetri. “Hey! Xavier!” The voice said, and as if from nowhere a tall muscular ape ran up to Demetri. Who is this guy? He just called me by my name...oh boy. The red man grabbed Demetri and turned him around.”I knew you’d get here! It’s me!
Nick!” He exclaimed, letting out a booming laugh. Demetri gulped, looking at this man, he had no idea his best friend would go around online as an ape.
“Come on man. It’s Demetri here, whatever, what’s yur character name?”
- - - -
“And why the heck are ya a gorilla?!”
Demetri added in a tone that was a mixture of confusion and agitation. The giddy gorilla broke out into a booming laugh, almost shaking Demetri to the ground. Suddenly the gorilla’s entire demeanor changed into that of a serious and hardened look. And then from above appeared a girl whose hair was that of a monochrome black and white. Dressed in garb that would make her look like a male she wore a heavy green vest, and a pair of black and white jeans, on her feet were heavy combat boots. As she landed one could tell her hair was usually long, running down to her waist, black bangs fell over her grey eyes that look somehow full of pep. Rising from a crouching position on the ground she threw a sharp point of the index finger at the red Gorilla. He grey eyes sent a piercing gaze that shot daggers through him.
“You! Linux! I vow this time I will defeat you!” She yelled, he voice was clearly that of a girl’s, yet full of passion. The red gorilla Linux let out nothing but a larger than life sigh. His brown eyes looking again at Demetri, starting their conversation again, ignoring the girl.
“So anyways, I’m Linux here, Emperor of the Heaven palace mind you.”
As the two continued with a long conversation the girl stood there, becoming more and more agitated. Her eyes almost showing the frustration of her real life self.
After awhile Linux laughed, starting to feel sorry for her he made an attempt to acknowledge her.”Okay Xavier, I’m sure you know this little lady here,” Looking up at the words Demetri seemed confused.”Meet Maria of our middle school class, or should I say Lynn?” He said in a somewhat sarcastic tone. Demetri was struggling to sustain a laugh when Lynn was shooting two icy glares at the boys.
“Wow Maria, I never would have thought a girl like you would have been into online games like “The World”!” Demetri said laughing, but Lynn was not amused, though she was not bursting into an anger induced rage yet.”Okay Xavier, I got a present for ya. Two of the best players in the game are about to fight at the Demon Palace, and I got reserved seats, oh you can come too Lynn if ya want.”
Lynn nodded as well as Demetri.”Okay I’ll invite the both of you into my party and we can warp to Lumina Cloth...”
- - - -
As the three entered the Chaos Gate a picture of a bustling night town appeared on his screen. Towering buildings surrounded the main structure, a gigantic arena. Large lights shot from within and the thunderous uproar of the crowd filled the entire town. A ways from the Arena the group arrived in front of the Chaos gate, stretching in front of them was a long black and white glow floor. Blue lights shot from the sides and players, beginners and experts a like flooded into the main structure. It was at that moment Demetri knew just how big “The World” really was.
“Well, I guess you all are wondering what some level one hundred somethins’ are doing in a n00b infested place like this. Well they’re here to give the kids something to look forward to.” Demetri’s gold eyes rolled over to Linux, who had a grin worthy of a trademark on. There minds seemed to have been on the same track, as Linux quickly answered the question he was about to pose.”They should give you some tips, as one of them is an Adept Rouge. Haseo, The Terror of Death.”
Lynn and Demetri both felt a striking pain in the pit of their stomachs at the name, as if a dagger had struck the in the side. As if the name put a spell on them. Linux was level ninety-nine himself, Lynn had challenged him once yet she lost in a flash, most likely because she was only level ten. But Linux, he was no match for someone known as “The Terror of Death”. Demetri knew simply from the name. Terror of Death. Haseo.
The words rang in his head as they walked.
“Xavier....Don’t think just because we’re hanging out in this game we are not best friends. I’m only here to see The Terror of Death.” Demetri didn’t even acknowledge her, knowing that it would aggravate her to no end. Maria, or Lynn as she is called in game, is the popular tom-boy of the school. She loved to play sports with the boys but could also the girl talk with the girls. Maria would get angered easily if she were to be ignored by anyone, which makes her hate Xavier with a passion because of his amazing ability to pay no mind to her. She was also an eccentric hyper girl. Prone to things some call, “Natural Sugar Rush” she bursts into fits of unusual energy. Quick to call others weird, or annoying or any other insult she never realizes her flaws, which one would say is many. But what many do not know about her is that she is truly a softy underneath, one that needs constant support from family and friends, an insecure fourteen year old.
Xavier on the other hand was a fourteen year old whose best from was Nick, the famous Linux The Fear of Man. Xavier was a boy that loved to draw and write, his eye for art landed him a scholarship for some of the top art schools in the U.S., but this brings in one of his biggest flaws. His lack of sight into the future, choosing to not look back or forward he only keeps his eyes on the present. His parents nag him constantly to think about his future but the oblivious Xavier only ignores it. His grades stay in A’s and B’s except for math which isn’t exactly his specialty. Social wise Xavier fit in with the low class, those that are labeled as ‘Nerds, dorks, geeks, losers’, it doesn’t matter though, as long as you like yourself it doesn’t matter. That’s what his parents always said.
“Here we are! The Demon Palace, home to emperor Haseo!” Announced Linux.
“You two find some seats, I’ll handle all of the technical stuff.” He said directing the both to a green warp point, one in the shape of a large orb. Demetri nodded, yet Lynn only rolled her eyes in her trademarked arrogant way.”Okay, see ya there Nick.” Said the Rouge, jogging into the warp point.
Much to his surprise when the loading screen faded away the arena was packed to the brim with players. Chatter filled his ears, and as he and Lynn struggled to find open seats he tripped over players, laughing it off he leaped for the first seat he saw. There were two open seats right there so it was perfect. Lynn game slowly walking up to him, with a deep sigh she sat next to him, leaving the far seat near the steps for Linux. Suddenly the chatter came to an abrupt stop, and the bright lights dimmed, a confused Demetri looked around for his friend but he was not seen. Then out of nowhere the peppy voice of the NPC (non-player-character) announcer came in. “Good evening to one and all! And welcome to a special exhibition match! We’ve got a real treat for all you newbies out there. From our decorated commentator Linux, The Fear of Man...”
Linux? He’s commentating? Why didn’t he say anything? Hmm...
“To our combatants...Haseo the Terror of Death! And...”
Time seemed to stop as Haseo came onto the ring deep in the middle of the arena. The man’s white shaggy hair fell over his blood red eyes, in the back of his hair it was unruly and spiked. Under his eyes were red tattoos similar to his own black lightning shaped tats. He wore a white shirt with black stripes running down them, and armor on his wrists were made of the finest silver, his gloves were a dark black. His legs were covered by white jeans, which were mostly covered by heavy silver leg armor. On his back was an odd looking decoration that shot from his collar, it was a gold color that resembled the sun. There was a moment when Demetri was sure that the two’s gazes had met, yet it was unlikely. Lynn sat looking less than enthused, her negative energy brought a downer on others in the same row, but Demetri was again ignoring her. The Terror of Death. Terror of Death. Haseo.
”And The Propagation, Kuhn!” The Arena, just calming from it’s last burst of excitement again bursted into yet another thunderous uproar. This one was clad in a garb of Yellow and black, and his sky blue hair was tied in long, huge blue pony-tail. His eyes were a beautiful hazel color. The Propagation.
These names...where have I heard them before?
Down below the battle was about to begin, the two exchanged grins with each other before removing their weapons. The man clad in yellow wielded a long gun, rolling clouds of steam flew from the weapon, indicating it’s source of power to be steam. He had read in the manual that the world of The World was powered solely by steam, a feat that would be great if it could be applied in real life.
“So Mr. Linux, who do you think will walk away as the victor? Any ideas?”
“Well,” Linux began to speak in a tone unlike his normal, laid-back, warm tone.”My money is on Haseo for his mastery over what? Four weapons? Yeah. Though Kuhn is powerful he cannot possibly hold his own against the might of this kid, even I can’t beat him.” The announcer nodded in approval, and with that the two fighters charged at each other.
From behind Haseo pulled two guns, each resembling that of two daggers as well. Kuhn smirked as Haseo predictably ran at him with his immense speed. Slowly pointing his gun Kuhn pulled at the trigger, “Long shot!” He yelled, three yellow bullets speed at high speeds for Haseo. As the bullet whizzed towards him with a high whistling noise Haseo’s figure split into four, as the three shots duplicated the trick and split from their straight line. The bullets collided and the three copies fell to the ground fading into a shower of ones and zeros. The Terror of Death smirked, his figure disappeared. Suddenly he came behind Kuhn, jamming the sharp ends of his guns into the player’s back Kuhn doubled over in pain. As the guns in Haseo’s hands faded away giving sight to a sword that was taller and broader than himself he began to bring it down on Kuhn. The blade met with the satisfying sound of a scream. But rather than the sound of Kuhn’s voice being shrieked it was Haseo, who was now on the ground next to a lifeless copy of Kuhn.
“My ability. Can’t believe you forgot already.” A playful smirk played on the face of the two.
“Alright Kuhn. Let’s take it to the next level...”
There was a blinding flash of yellow and red light and then.....
- - -
As the light subsided two towering figures stood in the arena. The one a bright figure, clad in armor as gold and shining as the sun. It’s torso looked like a four bared cage, and it’s head the shape of a rain drop was white and decorated by three small beady eyes. Shooting from it’s head were two long curved horns, shooting from the left and the right they curved at the tips. It’s broad shoulders were guarded by heavy black and gold shoulder guards. It’s arms were long and thin, the top of it’s arms in a white cylinder shaped chamber. From there they went into a thin black unguarded arm, but at it’s forearms it bursted into a black diamond shape. It’s wrist was circular and decorated in multi colored sequence, rounding of at the ends was a large transparent moon shaped decoration. It’s hands were devilish looking claws.
It’s legs were long and thin, unguarded until it came to it’s legs, which broke into long cone shaped legs, stretching from the ends were sharp golden leg guards. At the very end of it’s legs were two spheres, that were circled by peach transparent circles. Grasped in it’s left hand was a gigantic, intimidating golden, and black scythe. This creature sent chills down Demetri’s spine, bringing images of the fabled Grim Reaper into his mind. But those images soon faded as he laid eyes upon the second figure in the arena.
The figure resembled a long, slithering green and yellow, serpent. Stretching along it’s almost endless body was it’s tail, which had numerous panels colored with various tones of green. The panels on each side were connected by a elegant band that looked as if it were made of serpent skin, with it’s diamond based texture. Near the bottom of it’s torso, at it’s would be waist is a guarded diamond. Guarded by four large green plates it is still left wide open in the middle. Rising from the diamond is a stick thin virtual line that leads to the torso, which is a pale gold color, until you reach the chest with is yet another deep green color. It’s chest is a blinding golden, stretching from the sides are it’s shoulders which were giant spheres, which were a dull grey. Stretching from the spheres were long lanky arms that were wrapped in golden thread looking designs. It’s head was a boney looking long triangle shape that was plain white.
“What?...” Demetri’s voice quivered as he spoke. Lynn looked over to him, her demeanor showing confusion. The boy nearly hopped out of his seat when the serpent let out a loud roar.
“Magus!” A voice boomed.”Skeith!” Boomed another. “What are these things?! Are they a part of the game?” Demetri whispered, but Lynn only rose a brow at him before replying: “What are you talking about?” She spat sharply at him. “Don’t you see it? Those two creatures in the arena!” He exclaimed, pointing at both creatures, then looking back at the black and white haired girl. She shrugged and shook her head,”Maybe your game is malfunctioning. The only thing I see is the two players at a face off.” Her voice was in a mildly ticked off point, showing just how annoyed she can get.
“Excuse me- Is this seat open?” A soft, beautiful voice asked. And standing there, looking down at them was a young blonde woman. She was wearing a small green dress, short white wings were stretching from her back, long white stocking-boots covered the whole of her legs, her eyes were a golden color similar to Demetri’s, and resting atop her head was a large white hat that had a green tassel falling from it’s side. Her skin is a sun-kissed peach color. For a moment Demetri only looked at the girl as if he were dumbfounded by her striking appearance, but Lynn quickly took over the conversation and invited the girl to take her seat, moving down to the one at the edge by the staircase.”Thank you,” She spoke in a voice coming out in a whisper.”My name is Atoli by the way.”
“Lynn.” The green vested tom-boy spoke, an icy glare being shot towards her ‘friend’.
Demetri’s screen began to crackle and the colors began to invert, suddenly the screen went into a garbled, fuzzy state as the golden warrior brought it’s scythe down on the serpent.
“What’s going on...” He whispered, though in an almost impossible to hear tone Atoli’s attention was brought upon him. Can he see them? She thought, and as of now her attention was completely on the boy. As Demetri struggled to look on the battle was drawing to a close as the scythe weider continued to destroy the serpent with the greatest of ease.
“I guess I about have this battle won...” Spoke a confident Haseo from inside the creature.”Skeith, let’s end it.” The beast nodded in approval as the scythe in it’s hands disappeared. But just as he let down his guard the serpent woke from it’s staggered position and dashed for Skeith, defenseless Skeith was caught in the grasp of the serpent-like Magus.
“My Magus isn’t out yet!” He yelled. It was now apparent that the two fighters were somehow connected with the beasts, maybe they were some kind of special item they obtained?
“Can...you see them?” Atoli solemnly spoke, her voice derived of any and all confidence. As there was no response Atoli again spoke, this time her voice more assertive and high enough for Lynn to hear. Looking up Demetri looked on, surprised on her question.”What are they?” His eyes looked on as if he could see into her character, looking directly at the player behind the computer. The question was only answered by a look of seriousness on her face, and a slight laugh.”I’m not going to pretend that I know what they really are...
But they are impressive aren’t they?” She said, as if nothing at all were going on, it was at this point one could realize how optimistic she really was.
“What do you me can I see them?” He asked her.
“Not every-“ The crowd suddenly bursted into a wave of thunderous applause, when he looked down Demetri saw nothing but the two fighters standing in front of one another battered and exhausted. As the tension grew thin the crowd fell to a stand still, just as everyone thought the two would pounce on one another again they both fell back, ending in a draw. “Now what?” Lynn said, sounding somewhat disappointed in the outcome, as was the majority of the crowd, wanting to see a definite winner they logged out of the game dismayed. And slowly just as soon as it filled up the arena was empty and barren. Rising from his seat Demetri stretched, looking around he saw no sign of the Atoli girl he had talked to earlier.”What were those creatures....so bizarre.” Shrugging the thought off he looked at Lynn he was already on her way to the green warp-point that brought them here.
“Come on Xavier, Linux should be out there waiting.” She spoke sharply at him before her character disappeared, leaving a confused Demetri alone in an empty arena. “So this is The World I been hearin’ so much bout’?,” He chuckled.”Pretty deep. But those things...what were they? That Atoli girl seemed to know something about them...”
‘Can you see them?’
The Terror of Death
The Propagation.
“No use in standin’ here.”
“So how did you all enjoy it? Great right? I knew you’d like it!” Exclaimed Linux in his usual boisterous tone. But as he looked at the faces of the two they were less than enthused, well at least Demetri was, Lynn was scowling as usual. The heavy framed, red gorilla rose one of his bushy brows and flashed a yellow fang at him before posing the question of: “You alright?”
“Hey, Nick. Did you happen to see any weird transformations in the characters that were fighting?” Linux paused for a moment, his large eyes going from Lynn, to Demetri, then back between the two.”No, not in particular. Why?” Looking disappointed Demetri shrugged the thought off, scratching his right arm, forming a tiny slit in his dark skin. He didn’t see it either. “What about you Maria? Anything?” The girl shook her head.
“I gotta go. Dinner time.” And just like that she logged out, her character disappearing in a spiral of white light. Linux put on a sophisticated look.
“I gots to go myself. Commentating a match wears you out. But how about tomorrow after school we go on a adventure in the field, maybe Maria can come too.” Demetri nodded as Linux logged out as well, following the other’s lead he silently logged out of the game. His screen fading into the log in screen of the game. Keying down to the words quit his desktop immediately loaded up. A scene from his favorite show Family Guy was his image, and he couldn’t help but laugh when he set eyes on the stout man on his desktop. Suddenly there was a soft ping sound, and the words ‘new e-mail’ appeared on screen. Wondering who sent it Xavier opened up his mail-box. Bright yellow letters that red new were beside a message that read ‘Birth’. His eyes drifted over to the sender’s name. Which read Yata.
“Who is Yata?” Thinking it was junk-mail he closed the box, but seconds later he opened up his mail box again, the letter staring into his soul (or so he thought).”Can’t open. Shouldn’t open. Nothing but junk-mail, spam. Worthless,” Letting out a sigh he slumped into his chair taking off his headset.
“I gotta open it!” Dragging the cursor of his mouse over the e-mail he clicked the mail opening it up. Xavier’s eyes frantically skimmed through the e-mail, as he made it to the bottom he realized it was in some sort of poem. As he began to read it out load the words seemed to flow off the page, as if he knew it by heart...
Yet to return, the shadowed one.
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon
Rumbles the Dark Hearth,
And Helba, Queen of the Dark,
has finally raised her army.
Aperion, King of Light beckons.
At the base of the rainbow they meet
Against the abominable Wave,
together they fight.
Alba's lake boils.
Light's great tree doth fall.
Power- now all to droplets turned
in the temple of Arche Koeln.
Returns to nothing,
this world of shadowless ones.
Never to return, the shadowed one,
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon.
Riding the Wave is
Skeith, the Shadow of Death, to drown all that stands.
Mirage of Deceit, Innis, Betray all with the flawed image, and did aid the Wave.
And by the Power of Magus, a drop from the Wave doth reach the heavens, and creates a new Wave.
With the Wave, Fidchell, the power to tell the dark future, hope darkens, sadness and despair rule.
Gorre schemes when swallowed by the Cursed Wave.
Macha seduces with the sweet trap.
Wave reaches the Pinnacle, and escape none can. Tarvos still remains with more cruelty to punish and destroy.
And with the turbulent destruction after the Wave. Only a void remains. From deep within the void arrives Corbenik.
.Genesis
Book one// Birth by Sleep
Chapter one: Origin
Book one// Birth by Sleep
Chapter one: Origin
It is the year 2018. This generation of humans is truly under the rule of technology. One cannot cross a street without seeing someone on a cellular phone or playing some sort of handheld. This wired generation has left behind those without any type of techno knowledge. Though this was the inevitable conclusion, promised generations ago by the scientists of yesteryear. In this time period the ones in power are truly the internet heavy teenagers, spending day and night on their computer they have grown greatly ‘connected’. Yet what these teens do on their computers are different from one another, some may use their time writing stories, chatting with friends, or ‘surfing the internet’. But there is a large majority claimed to play game online, the largest number are said to play a game dubbed “The World”. This game is played by people of all ages really, and spreads far and wide throughout this planet. Those that play spend their time fighting monsters, interacting with other players, and leveling up their characters to become stronger. And yet even in all this fun and play their lies darkness, “The World” is a game that has not been ‘widely accepted’. A few years back there was an outbreak of comas throughout players, they would be found in this deathly state with their controllers in hand and headsets equipped, it sent a great scare throughout players. And at the end of this chain of events CCCorp (the game makers) and “The World” found their demise. Then just as players thought their beloved game was gone forever the corporation created a new “World”. Game play was revamped, new features were added, and the graphics had a complete overhaul. What was thought of as a desperate maneuver by some was a dream come true for others. By some “The World R:2", as it was dubbed as, was said to be doomed for failure. Yet those people were put to shame when R:2 hit the Two Million sales mark and became as big as it’s predecessor. And still some were not happy- players missed their old characters, the characters they worked so hard to build up, they missed their old, warm “World”. You see something completely unexpected was added to this version of The World: Player Killing or ‘’PKing’‘.
Players were granted the ability to engage in battle with others, what was added by CCCorp as a way to increase game play and competition was abused by players, the powerful began to bully the week, kill other players for simple enjoyment.
One could not venture into the field or dungeons without the fear of being Pked (player killed). As a result a new faction was born, the ‘’Player Killer Killers’‘.
They fought to protect those being harmed and bullied by other players. Many of these ‘PKK’s’ as they are called were once Player killed as well, some fulled solely by that sense of revenge. Then there are those wanting only to enjoy the game, and then there is the most intriguing group. A small minority in The World have set out to search for mysteries in the game, be it for treasures, hidden quests, or something more. In a world shrouded in mystery they look for answers in this game, traveling into the deep, dark reaches of The World.
And this dear reader, is where our story begins.
The story of two worlds, and a boy with a blind conviction.
You are about to enter...
The World...
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“Finally. Done with the boring part. Why in the world would they need my zip code?” The story of two worlds, and a boy with a blind conviction.
You are about to enter...
The World...
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The dim light of the computer screen poured into the dark room. The young man’s brown eyes stared blankly at his screen, almost as if he were put into a trance. His skin was painted a deep brown color, one could not tell where it ended. His hair was a black colored fashioned in that of a buzz cut, his sat in a long tee shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants. A proud grin swept across the boys face as he bent under his computer desk. Under sat a large white box, it read across it “Stuff”. Vague yes, but he could understand it perfectly. Pulling it from under the desk the box let out a loud SKID! sound. Reaching in the boy pulled up a long black cord, as he fished the rest out he had in front of him a group of odd looking gadgets. Among them, a complicated looking controller, a headset that looked as if it came straight from a science fiction film, and the long black cord. The rest was nothing but manual papers and such. Letting out a deep sigh he began the tedious hooking up of the system, plugging in the controller and installing the disk into his computer. “Alright...” He whispered in a raspy voice.
He placed the black cord into an circular opening in the headset and connected the naked end of the cord into a compartment in the controller. Once that was done he placed the headset atop his head.”Okay. Now the fun part.” The boy said, his tone sounding like that of a young child.
There was a loud whirring sound, and then a soft ping. Suddenly a bright white screen crossed his gaze, he winced almost falling from his seat. Then, as suddenly as the white screen came it vanished giving way to an empty grey screen. Bold letters that read ‘loading’ appeared and a short blue gauge began to fill with white.
Within seconds the gauge was filled and the words ‘Character Name’ greeted him.
“Character name huh? Well gotta make it somethin good. Ah.” He spoke to himself, and then opened a grid, spread across it was the alphabet, on one end was the english letters, and on the other various letters from other languages. Of course he began to key in american letters. With the arrow buttons on his controller he keyed in...D-E-M-E-T-R-I. And pressing the enter button a satisfied look crossed his face as he took his first step into creating his character. Demetri. He had the character in his mind for some while, he had always been a creative kid, that’s why he jumped at the idea of joining “The World” when his friend told him of it.
The next screen had his character name at the top, and at the bottom was a rotating wireframe. Two to be precise, one of a male, and the other of a female.
The word ‘choose’ faded into the picture. And he keyed over to the male wireframe. From there he was taken a screen much to complicated to explain, it held the contents for one to create the look of their character. From the skin color on down to the size of their nostrils. Detailed indeed. The boy spent some time creating this character it would be too time consuming to write out the process in which he did this, instead we shall fast forward to the point in which he chose his character’s class. This screen showed a long list of classes, ranging from twin blade, to ninja, to thief. But as he scrolled through these numerous classes only one stuck out to him, The Adapt Rouge. This class was able to change weapons on the fly, in a sense they were a jack of all trades. In small yellow text at the bottom of the Adapt Rouge page it read “FOR ADVANCED PLAYERS ONLY”. Yet the naive boy only shrugged the warning off before accepting the job.”Okay! Time to get into the game!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Accepting all fields the large loading screen appeared once again, the gauge filled more slowly this time, as there was a ton of data to process- but it was worth the wait. Once ten minutes passed large gold letters appeared one by one C-O-N-G-R-A-G-U-L-A-T-I-O-N-S!! They said, and a burst of festive confetti flew down on the screen. He paid no mind to the screen and waited to start. After a short intro text appeared yet another loading screen came. This time he was shown a picture of a town area. The world seemed to be a harbor town, resting on burning amber waters, the golden sun shone down on this twilight town, painting everything in a golden cloak. Buildings were packed together and tons of players just like himself ran around, this must have been where they all got their quests- a player HQ maybe.
Suddenly the scene disappeared to give way to a dark, dim lit dome. A small number of players gathered here, exchanging words with each other and talking about their adventures. With a white and blue aura forming in the room Demetri came into existence. Taking a look around he threw his hands in the air letting out a joyous squeal. He made it in! This was it! The World he had heard so much about, now the only thing to do was to find him friend.”Whoo! The system can’t hold me down!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Glances were shot at this odd acting Rouge, and then the all looked away, the same thing heard off their breath: “n00b.”
This was the lowest thing you could be called on the internet, a n00b. Someone immensely ignorant and inexperienced. A fool if you will. They all looked upon this new oddly dressed Rouge with dismay. His hair in black dread locks falling middle length of his neck, black and purple goggled stretched across his head, the strap covered by his dreads. His skin was a dark brown, on his face were two black lightening shaped tattoos, located right under his eyes. He wore a long yellow robe like jacket with long black tassel falling from the large hood. His legs were covered by a pair of extremely long shorts that cut off at his ankles, the shorts were yellow as well rimmed with black and red. A pair of black and white boots were at his feet, chains dangled from his legs. And atop his head was a pair off...tall wolf ears.”Eh?” His golden eyes looked up at the ears, scratching his head he wondered how exactly those got there, he didn’t remember putting those there.”Must be a bug.” He told himself, simply disregarding the fact. The Rouge sighed dropping to his rear on the stairway. Behind him stood a large blue gate, around it twirled golden circles, this gate was known to players as ‘The Chaos Gate’. It transported them to other towns, dungeons, fields and just about anywhere else in The World. It was the only source for traveling between levels in this game. Suddenly a voice from behind called out to the boredom struck Demetri. “Hey! Xavier!” The voice said, and as if from nowhere a tall muscular ape ran up to Demetri. Who is this guy? He just called me by my name...oh boy. The red man grabbed Demetri and turned him around.”I knew you’d get here! It’s me!
Nick!” He exclaimed, letting out a booming laugh. Demetri gulped, looking at this man, he had no idea his best friend would go around online as an ape.
“Come on man. It’s Demetri here, whatever, what’s yur character name?”
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Chapter Two:
Lumina Cloth
Lumina Cloth
“And why the heck are ya a gorilla?!”
Demetri added in a tone that was a mixture of confusion and agitation. The giddy gorilla broke out into a booming laugh, almost shaking Demetri to the ground. Suddenly the gorilla’s entire demeanor changed into that of a serious and hardened look. And then from above appeared a girl whose hair was that of a monochrome black and white. Dressed in garb that would make her look like a male she wore a heavy green vest, and a pair of black and white jeans, on her feet were heavy combat boots. As she landed one could tell her hair was usually long, running down to her waist, black bangs fell over her grey eyes that look somehow full of pep. Rising from a crouching position on the ground she threw a sharp point of the index finger at the red Gorilla. He grey eyes sent a piercing gaze that shot daggers through him.
“You! Linux! I vow this time I will defeat you!” She yelled, he voice was clearly that of a girl’s, yet full of passion. The red gorilla Linux let out nothing but a larger than life sigh. His brown eyes looking again at Demetri, starting their conversation again, ignoring the girl.
“So anyways, I’m Linux here, Emperor of the Heaven palace mind you.”
As the two continued with a long conversation the girl stood there, becoming more and more agitated. Her eyes almost showing the frustration of her real life self.
After awhile Linux laughed, starting to feel sorry for her he made an attempt to acknowledge her.”Okay Xavier, I’m sure you know this little lady here,” Looking up at the words Demetri seemed confused.”Meet Maria of our middle school class, or should I say Lynn?” He said in a somewhat sarcastic tone. Demetri was struggling to sustain a laugh when Lynn was shooting two icy glares at the boys.
“Wow Maria, I never would have thought a girl like you would have been into online games like “The World”!” Demetri said laughing, but Lynn was not amused, though she was not bursting into an anger induced rage yet.”Okay Xavier, I got a present for ya. Two of the best players in the game are about to fight at the Demon Palace, and I got reserved seats, oh you can come too Lynn if ya want.”
Lynn nodded as well as Demetri.”Okay I’ll invite the both of you into my party and we can warp to Lumina Cloth...”
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As the three entered the Chaos Gate a picture of a bustling night town appeared on his screen. Towering buildings surrounded the main structure, a gigantic arena. Large lights shot from within and the thunderous uproar of the crowd filled the entire town. A ways from the Arena the group arrived in front of the Chaos gate, stretching in front of them was a long black and white glow floor. Blue lights shot from the sides and players, beginners and experts a like flooded into the main structure. It was at that moment Demetri knew just how big “The World” really was.
“Well, I guess you all are wondering what some level one hundred somethins’ are doing in a n00b infested place like this. Well they’re here to give the kids something to look forward to.” Demetri’s gold eyes rolled over to Linux, who had a grin worthy of a trademark on. There minds seemed to have been on the same track, as Linux quickly answered the question he was about to pose.”They should give you some tips, as one of them is an Adept Rouge. Haseo, The Terror of Death.”
Lynn and Demetri both felt a striking pain in the pit of their stomachs at the name, as if a dagger had struck the in the side. As if the name put a spell on them. Linux was level ninety-nine himself, Lynn had challenged him once yet she lost in a flash, most likely because she was only level ten. But Linux, he was no match for someone known as “The Terror of Death”. Demetri knew simply from the name. Terror of Death. Haseo.
The words rang in his head as they walked.
“Xavier....Don’t think just because we’re hanging out in this game we are not best friends. I’m only here to see The Terror of Death.” Demetri didn’t even acknowledge her, knowing that it would aggravate her to no end. Maria, or Lynn as she is called in game, is the popular tom-boy of the school. She loved to play sports with the boys but could also the girl talk with the girls. Maria would get angered easily if she were to be ignored by anyone, which makes her hate Xavier with a passion because of his amazing ability to pay no mind to her. She was also an eccentric hyper girl. Prone to things some call, “Natural Sugar Rush” she bursts into fits of unusual energy. Quick to call others weird, or annoying or any other insult she never realizes her flaws, which one would say is many. But what many do not know about her is that she is truly a softy underneath, one that needs constant support from family and friends, an insecure fourteen year old.
Xavier on the other hand was a fourteen year old whose best from was Nick, the famous Linux The Fear of Man. Xavier was a boy that loved to draw and write, his eye for art landed him a scholarship for some of the top art schools in the U.S., but this brings in one of his biggest flaws. His lack of sight into the future, choosing to not look back or forward he only keeps his eyes on the present. His parents nag him constantly to think about his future but the oblivious Xavier only ignores it. His grades stay in A’s and B’s except for math which isn’t exactly his specialty. Social wise Xavier fit in with the low class, those that are labeled as ‘Nerds, dorks, geeks, losers’, it doesn’t matter though, as long as you like yourself it doesn’t matter. That’s what his parents always said.
“Here we are! The Demon Palace, home to emperor Haseo!” Announced Linux.
“You two find some seats, I’ll handle all of the technical stuff.” He said directing the both to a green warp point, one in the shape of a large orb. Demetri nodded, yet Lynn only rolled her eyes in her trademarked arrogant way.”Okay, see ya there Nick.” Said the Rouge, jogging into the warp point.
Much to his surprise when the loading screen faded away the arena was packed to the brim with players. Chatter filled his ears, and as he and Lynn struggled to find open seats he tripped over players, laughing it off he leaped for the first seat he saw. There were two open seats right there so it was perfect. Lynn game slowly walking up to him, with a deep sigh she sat next to him, leaving the far seat near the steps for Linux. Suddenly the chatter came to an abrupt stop, and the bright lights dimmed, a confused Demetri looked around for his friend but he was not seen. Then out of nowhere the peppy voice of the NPC (non-player-character) announcer came in. “Good evening to one and all! And welcome to a special exhibition match! We’ve got a real treat for all you newbies out there. From our decorated commentator Linux, The Fear of Man...”
Linux? He’s commentating? Why didn’t he say anything? Hmm...
“To our combatants...Haseo the Terror of Death! And...”
Time seemed to stop as Haseo came onto the ring deep in the middle of the arena. The man’s white shaggy hair fell over his blood red eyes, in the back of his hair it was unruly and spiked. Under his eyes were red tattoos similar to his own black lightning shaped tats. He wore a white shirt with black stripes running down them, and armor on his wrists were made of the finest silver, his gloves were a dark black. His legs were covered by white jeans, which were mostly covered by heavy silver leg armor. On his back was an odd looking decoration that shot from his collar, it was a gold color that resembled the sun. There was a moment when Demetri was sure that the two’s gazes had met, yet it was unlikely. Lynn sat looking less than enthused, her negative energy brought a downer on others in the same row, but Demetri was again ignoring her. The Terror of Death. Terror of Death. Haseo.
”And The Propagation, Kuhn!” The Arena, just calming from it’s last burst of excitement again bursted into yet another thunderous uproar. This one was clad in a garb of Yellow and black, and his sky blue hair was tied in long, huge blue pony-tail. His eyes were a beautiful hazel color. The Propagation.
These names...where have I heard them before?
Down below the battle was about to begin, the two exchanged grins with each other before removing their weapons. The man clad in yellow wielded a long gun, rolling clouds of steam flew from the weapon, indicating it’s source of power to be steam. He had read in the manual that the world of The World was powered solely by steam, a feat that would be great if it could be applied in real life.
“So Mr. Linux, who do you think will walk away as the victor? Any ideas?”
“Well,” Linux began to speak in a tone unlike his normal, laid-back, warm tone.”My money is on Haseo for his mastery over what? Four weapons? Yeah. Though Kuhn is powerful he cannot possibly hold his own against the might of this kid, even I can’t beat him.” The announcer nodded in approval, and with that the two fighters charged at each other.
From behind Haseo pulled two guns, each resembling that of two daggers as well. Kuhn smirked as Haseo predictably ran at him with his immense speed. Slowly pointing his gun Kuhn pulled at the trigger, “Long shot!” He yelled, three yellow bullets speed at high speeds for Haseo. As the bullet whizzed towards him with a high whistling noise Haseo’s figure split into four, as the three shots duplicated the trick and split from their straight line. The bullets collided and the three copies fell to the ground fading into a shower of ones and zeros. The Terror of Death smirked, his figure disappeared. Suddenly he came behind Kuhn, jamming the sharp ends of his guns into the player’s back Kuhn doubled over in pain. As the guns in Haseo’s hands faded away giving sight to a sword that was taller and broader than himself he began to bring it down on Kuhn. The blade met with the satisfying sound of a scream. But rather than the sound of Kuhn’s voice being shrieked it was Haseo, who was now on the ground next to a lifeless copy of Kuhn.
“My ability. Can’t believe you forgot already.” A playful smirk played on the face of the two.
“Alright Kuhn. Let’s take it to the next level...”
There was a blinding flash of yellow and red light and then.....
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Chapter Three
The Epitaph...
The Epitaph...
As the light subsided two towering figures stood in the arena. The one a bright figure, clad in armor as gold and shining as the sun. It’s torso looked like a four bared cage, and it’s head the shape of a rain drop was white and decorated by three small beady eyes. Shooting from it’s head were two long curved horns, shooting from the left and the right they curved at the tips. It’s broad shoulders were guarded by heavy black and gold shoulder guards. It’s arms were long and thin, the top of it’s arms in a white cylinder shaped chamber. From there they went into a thin black unguarded arm, but at it’s forearms it bursted into a black diamond shape. It’s wrist was circular and decorated in multi colored sequence, rounding of at the ends was a large transparent moon shaped decoration. It’s hands were devilish looking claws.
It’s legs were long and thin, unguarded until it came to it’s legs, which broke into long cone shaped legs, stretching from the ends were sharp golden leg guards. At the very end of it’s legs were two spheres, that were circled by peach transparent circles. Grasped in it’s left hand was a gigantic, intimidating golden, and black scythe. This creature sent chills down Demetri’s spine, bringing images of the fabled Grim Reaper into his mind. But those images soon faded as he laid eyes upon the second figure in the arena.
The figure resembled a long, slithering green and yellow, serpent. Stretching along it’s almost endless body was it’s tail, which had numerous panels colored with various tones of green. The panels on each side were connected by a elegant band that looked as if it were made of serpent skin, with it’s diamond based texture. Near the bottom of it’s torso, at it’s would be waist is a guarded diamond. Guarded by four large green plates it is still left wide open in the middle. Rising from the diamond is a stick thin virtual line that leads to the torso, which is a pale gold color, until you reach the chest with is yet another deep green color. It’s chest is a blinding golden, stretching from the sides are it’s shoulders which were giant spheres, which were a dull grey. Stretching from the spheres were long lanky arms that were wrapped in golden thread looking designs. It’s head was a boney looking long triangle shape that was plain white.
“What?...” Demetri’s voice quivered as he spoke. Lynn looked over to him, her demeanor showing confusion. The boy nearly hopped out of his seat when the serpent let out a loud roar.
“Magus!” A voice boomed.”Skeith!” Boomed another. “What are these things?! Are they a part of the game?” Demetri whispered, but Lynn only rose a brow at him before replying: “What are you talking about?” She spat sharply at him. “Don’t you see it? Those two creatures in the arena!” He exclaimed, pointing at both creatures, then looking back at the black and white haired girl. She shrugged and shook her head,”Maybe your game is malfunctioning. The only thing I see is the two players at a face off.” Her voice was in a mildly ticked off point, showing just how annoyed she can get.
“Excuse me- Is this seat open?” A soft, beautiful voice asked. And standing there, looking down at them was a young blonde woman. She was wearing a small green dress, short white wings were stretching from her back, long white stocking-boots covered the whole of her legs, her eyes were a golden color similar to Demetri’s, and resting atop her head was a large white hat that had a green tassel falling from it’s side. Her skin is a sun-kissed peach color. For a moment Demetri only looked at the girl as if he were dumbfounded by her striking appearance, but Lynn quickly took over the conversation and invited the girl to take her seat, moving down to the one at the edge by the staircase.”Thank you,” She spoke in a voice coming out in a whisper.”My name is Atoli by the way.”
“Lynn.” The green vested tom-boy spoke, an icy glare being shot towards her ‘friend’.
Demetri’s screen began to crackle and the colors began to invert, suddenly the screen went into a garbled, fuzzy state as the golden warrior brought it’s scythe down on the serpent.
“What’s going on...” He whispered, though in an almost impossible to hear tone Atoli’s attention was brought upon him. Can he see them? She thought, and as of now her attention was completely on the boy. As Demetri struggled to look on the battle was drawing to a close as the scythe weider continued to destroy the serpent with the greatest of ease.
“I guess I about have this battle won...” Spoke a confident Haseo from inside the creature.”Skeith, let’s end it.” The beast nodded in approval as the scythe in it’s hands disappeared. But just as he let down his guard the serpent woke from it’s staggered position and dashed for Skeith, defenseless Skeith was caught in the grasp of the serpent-like Magus.
“My Magus isn’t out yet!” He yelled. It was now apparent that the two fighters were somehow connected with the beasts, maybe they were some kind of special item they obtained?
“Can...you see them?” Atoli solemnly spoke, her voice derived of any and all confidence. As there was no response Atoli again spoke, this time her voice more assertive and high enough for Lynn to hear. Looking up Demetri looked on, surprised on her question.”What are they?” His eyes looked on as if he could see into her character, looking directly at the player behind the computer. The question was only answered by a look of seriousness on her face, and a slight laugh.”I’m not going to pretend that I know what they really are...
But they are impressive aren’t they?” She said, as if nothing at all were going on, it was at this point one could realize how optimistic she really was.
“What do you me can I see them?” He asked her.
“Not every-“ The crowd suddenly bursted into a wave of thunderous applause, when he looked down Demetri saw nothing but the two fighters standing in front of one another battered and exhausted. As the tension grew thin the crowd fell to a stand still, just as everyone thought the two would pounce on one another again they both fell back, ending in a draw. “Now what?” Lynn said, sounding somewhat disappointed in the outcome, as was the majority of the crowd, wanting to see a definite winner they logged out of the game dismayed. And slowly just as soon as it filled up the arena was empty and barren. Rising from his seat Demetri stretched, looking around he saw no sign of the Atoli girl he had talked to earlier.”What were those creatures....so bizarre.” Shrugging the thought off he looked at Lynn he was already on her way to the green warp-point that brought them here.
“Come on Xavier, Linux should be out there waiting.” She spoke sharply at him before her character disappeared, leaving a confused Demetri alone in an empty arena. “So this is The World I been hearin’ so much bout’?,” He chuckled.”Pretty deep. But those things...what were they? That Atoli girl seemed to know something about them...”
‘Can you see them?’
The Terror of Death
The Propagation.
“No use in standin’ here.”
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“So how did you all enjoy it? Great right? I knew you’d like it!” Exclaimed Linux in his usual boisterous tone. But as he looked at the faces of the two they were less than enthused, well at least Demetri was, Lynn was scowling as usual. The heavy framed, red gorilla rose one of his bushy brows and flashed a yellow fang at him before posing the question of: “You alright?”
“Hey, Nick. Did you happen to see any weird transformations in the characters that were fighting?” Linux paused for a moment, his large eyes going from Lynn, to Demetri, then back between the two.”No, not in particular. Why?” Looking disappointed Demetri shrugged the thought off, scratching his right arm, forming a tiny slit in his dark skin. He didn’t see it either. “What about you Maria? Anything?” The girl shook her head.
“I gotta go. Dinner time.” And just like that she logged out, her character disappearing in a spiral of white light. Linux put on a sophisticated look.
“I gots to go myself. Commentating a match wears you out. But how about tomorrow after school we go on a adventure in the field, maybe Maria can come too.” Demetri nodded as Linux logged out as well, following the other’s lead he silently logged out of the game. His screen fading into the log in screen of the game. Keying down to the words quit his desktop immediately loaded up. A scene from his favorite show Family Guy was his image, and he couldn’t help but laugh when he set eyes on the stout man on his desktop. Suddenly there was a soft ping sound, and the words ‘new e-mail’ appeared on screen. Wondering who sent it Xavier opened up his mail-box. Bright yellow letters that red new were beside a message that read ‘Birth’. His eyes drifted over to the sender’s name. Which read Yata.
“Who is Yata?” Thinking it was junk-mail he closed the box, but seconds later he opened up his mail box again, the letter staring into his soul (or so he thought).”Can’t open. Shouldn’t open. Nothing but junk-mail, spam. Worthless,” Letting out a sigh he slumped into his chair taking off his headset.
“I gotta open it!” Dragging the cursor of his mouse over the e-mail he clicked the mail opening it up. Xavier’s eyes frantically skimmed through the e-mail, as he made it to the bottom he realized it was in some sort of poem. As he began to read it out load the words seemed to flow off the page, as if he knew it by heart...
Yet to return, the shadowed one.
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon
Rumbles the Dark Hearth,
And Helba, Queen of the Dark,
has finally raised her army.
Aperion, King of Light beckons.
At the base of the rainbow they meet
Against the abominable Wave,
together they fight.
Alba's lake boils.
Light's great tree doth fall.
Power- now all to droplets turned
in the temple of Arche Koeln.
Returns to nothing,
this world of shadowless ones.
Never to return, the shadowed one,
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon.
Riding the Wave is
Skeith, the Shadow of Death, to drown all that stands.
Mirage of Deceit, Innis, Betray all with the flawed image, and did aid the Wave.
And by the Power of Magus, a drop from the Wave doth reach the heavens, and creates a new Wave.
With the Wave, Fidchell, the power to tell the dark future, hope darkens, sadness and despair rule.
Gorre schemes when swallowed by the Cursed Wave.
Macha seduces with the sweet trap.
Wave reaches the Pinnacle, and escape none can. Tarvos still remains with more cruelty to punish and destroy.
And with the turbulent destruction after the Wave. Only a void remains. From deep within the void arrives Corbenik.