[NOTE: I just wanted to mention this is based on an RP done a year or so back, created by *Destiny Seeker*. see guys, i finally wrote a book like promissed]
A change came across the island. The ocean waves began to rise, crashing against the island like a battering ram. The sky above started to darken, filled with heavy gray clouds. The moon was nowhere to be seen, but in it’s place, something else began to form. A black, spiraling wormhole-like sphere in the sky, small at first, but growing bigger as it sucked up the surrounding group of islands.
Black blobs started to emerge from the ground, slowly. The blobs turned into odd twisted figures with eerie bright yellow eyes. Their hands and feet were black claws attacked to limbs and a small body. Their heads were round black circles with crooked antennae at the top. Their whole body twitched, and when they moved, they did so in a crawl.
More and more of them started to appear, engulfing the islands with twitching black clouds of these creatures, matching the darkness in the sky. Destiny Islands, was done for.
One Week Before…
Jayx sat on an unusually shaped tree, gazing at the ocean, deep in thought. Her brown and green rimmed eyes were glazed over. She scratched her freckled face offhandedly. The wind blew her hair into her face; she brushed it away, looking annoyed. It was a dark brown, cut an inch or so below her ears, except in the front where two strands (a little past shoulder-length) fluttered in the breeze. She looked to be in her early teens, thirteen, fourteen at most, though the sparkle in her eyes showed her true age, which seemed to still be in the one digits.
Jayx shook her head slightly, looking back at the object in her lap, a large tangle of extremely complicated knots; it was about the size of a volleyball. She looked at it, frowning slightly, then picking it up, fiddling with it, and looking determined. After a few seconds she tossed it aside, muttering "stupid knot." After a few minutes she stood up, gently picking up the knot as though it was a delicate piece of fine art and placed it back inside her bag.
She brushed herself off and started walking to the dock. She paused and turned in a full circle for a moment, looking at the tiny, deserted, tropical island. No one else had been there for at least 20 years. Thinking about it made her sad for some reason.
Jayx stopped looking around and started towards the dock again. She got halfway there when suddenly she fell to her knees coughing. Tiny white lights patruded from her mouth, flying all over the place. She seemed to be in a lot of pain, unable to stop her fit of coughing. It was about five minutes later that it finally stopped. She sat there for a moment, her eyes watering, catching her breath, and looking very worried. Once she had stopped breathing so heavily, she stood up and hurried quickly to her boat, paddling away from the island like a madman. She had to tell the others…
The ocean waves hit Roy hard, waking him almost instantly. He stood up, drenched, his semi-long bleach blonde hair covering his eyes, blocking his vision. His first thought was "why am I wet?" He brushed his hair out of his eyes to be greeted by a never-ending ocean. "AH! WHAT THE HELL?!" he yelled, nearly falling over, back into the wet sand. He was a fairly tall guy, around fourteen, or fifteen, slightly muscular, and currently more freaked out then he had ever been in his life.
He spun around in a circle quickly, looking around at his surroundings. He stood on the shores of a big island. In the distance he could see some small houses and buildings. "Where am I?" he said under his breath. He started walking, trying to find someone to tell him what was going on. He soon saw an old man walking past at a slow speed. He walked up to the man, about to ask him when his eyes caught sight of a blonde teenage girl dressed in all pink, around his age, with a group of giggling friends around her all dect-out in the same color. Roy grinned and ran over to the girls (after brushing himself off and fixing his hair) for some ""explanations".
Ken continued rowing his boat, heading in the direction of a visible island, much smaller than the Mainland. The island was noticeable only because of its gigantic trees and other plants completely covering it. As he got closer, it was visible how old the place was. The Island seemed completely deserted and it looked like no one had been there for awhile.
He arrived on an old small dock. No boats were tied to the poles holding up the dock, but a cut end of a rope still remained, knotted so tightly it wasn’t surprising the person who tied it decided to cut the boat free. Ken hopped onto the dock and walked onto the island. He spun in a circle looking at the place, it looked so old, but you could tell people once visited here. Stairs and many bridges were built all over the place to make it easier to walk around. In one area, where a very large tree was, there were many decks, ladders, and walkways, leading up to an ancient tree house. As he continued to explore it became even more apparent that people were once here (most likely not adults) but not now. No one had been on the island for at least 20 years, or so his father said.
Ken came to a halt as he passed a mini waterfall, he could have sworn he saw something there… He walked next to the waterfall and sure enough, there it was, a small opening in the wall, barely visible because of the large bushes that almost completely covered it. He walked over to it curiously, moving the branches. A hole was there, big enough for the average adult to squeeze through. Ken did exactly that and found himself in a kind of rock hallway/tunnel. He started to walk forward…he turned the corner to find himself in a small cave, pictures were carved into the walls, hundreds of them. He passed them glancing at every one, his hand brushing over them lightly. He stopped at the sight of two drawing side by side, slightly separated from all the rest. There wasn’t a doubt in his head that little kids drew them. He recognized one of the people immediately, the pointy, sticking up hair, just like his, was a dead give away. Sora. The forgotten hero of Destiny Islands, and many other worlds. Sora, his dad. These must have been the pictures of him and Kairi that he always talked about. The picture of Ken’s parents.
Ken smiled, laughing slightly at them. Light shone through a crack in the top of the cave and onto Ken’s brown, oddly pointy, hair. He glanced up at the crack through the top, then did a double take. His attention captured by something else. Something at the very end of the cave… Ken looked at it puzzled. "What…is that?" he said quietly to himself. "A door?"
Jen stood on the shore of the Mainland, the wind blowing her shoulder-length brown hair into her equally brown, watering eyes. It had been abnormally windy all morning. She was staring at the ocean, looking, not at the small island strait ahead, but at the cloud-covered area far in the distance.
Jen had been wondering for some time now what was past that area. Once she could have sworn she’d seen something dark purple between the clouds at one point a few weeks back. The stories told to her by her older cousin Sora only confirmed her theory that something was, in fact, there. Maybe that was the way to the other worlds like her cousin and his friends had believed at one point. Jen was determined to find out.
Unfortunately there had recently been some things preventing her from leaving, such as the recent storm that had hit the island a few days ago had completely destroyed her boat, and her only way of traveling between the islands, and it was now beyond repair. So she was currently in the market for a new one. But having no money what so ever at the moment was a slight problem.
The wind blew her hair in her face again, covering her face and making it impossible to see. But in that moment, just before, when she was still staring out at the clouds she saw it again. A part of a dark purple object! Jen quickly brushed her hair out of her eyes in hopes to see it more clearly…. As soon as she finished, she looked over at where it had been, but it was gone. "What was that thing?" she said quietly to herself.
She spun around in almost a complete circle until she was facing the direction, of the center, of the Mainland, then started walking towards it. A determined look on her face. Today she would buy her boat.
Chapter 1
A new beginning
A new beginning
A change came across the island. The ocean waves began to rise, crashing against the island like a battering ram. The sky above started to darken, filled with heavy gray clouds. The moon was nowhere to be seen, but in it’s place, something else began to form. A black, spiraling wormhole-like sphere in the sky, small at first, but growing bigger as it sucked up the surrounding group of islands.
Black blobs started to emerge from the ground, slowly. The blobs turned into odd twisted figures with eerie bright yellow eyes. Their hands and feet were black claws attacked to limbs and a small body. Their heads were round black circles with crooked antennae at the top. Their whole body twitched, and when they moved, they did so in a crawl.
More and more of them started to appear, engulfing the islands with twitching black clouds of these creatures, matching the darkness in the sky. Destiny Islands, was done for.
One Week Before…
Jayx sat on an unusually shaped tree, gazing at the ocean, deep in thought. Her brown and green rimmed eyes were glazed over. She scratched her freckled face offhandedly. The wind blew her hair into her face; she brushed it away, looking annoyed. It was a dark brown, cut an inch or so below her ears, except in the front where two strands (a little past shoulder-length) fluttered in the breeze. She looked to be in her early teens, thirteen, fourteen at most, though the sparkle in her eyes showed her true age, which seemed to still be in the one digits.
Jayx shook her head slightly, looking back at the object in her lap, a large tangle of extremely complicated knots; it was about the size of a volleyball. She looked at it, frowning slightly, then picking it up, fiddling with it, and looking determined. After a few seconds she tossed it aside, muttering "stupid knot." After a few minutes she stood up, gently picking up the knot as though it was a delicate piece of fine art and placed it back inside her bag.
She brushed herself off and started walking to the dock. She paused and turned in a full circle for a moment, looking at the tiny, deserted, tropical island. No one else had been there for at least 20 years. Thinking about it made her sad for some reason.
Jayx stopped looking around and started towards the dock again. She got halfway there when suddenly she fell to her knees coughing. Tiny white lights patruded from her mouth, flying all over the place. She seemed to be in a lot of pain, unable to stop her fit of coughing. It was about five minutes later that it finally stopped. She sat there for a moment, her eyes watering, catching her breath, and looking very worried. Once she had stopped breathing so heavily, she stood up and hurried quickly to her boat, paddling away from the island like a madman. She had to tell the others…
* * *
The ocean waves hit Roy hard, waking him almost instantly. He stood up, drenched, his semi-long bleach blonde hair covering his eyes, blocking his vision. His first thought was "why am I wet?" He brushed his hair out of his eyes to be greeted by a never-ending ocean. "AH! WHAT THE HELL?!" he yelled, nearly falling over, back into the wet sand. He was a fairly tall guy, around fourteen, or fifteen, slightly muscular, and currently more freaked out then he had ever been in his life.
He spun around in a circle quickly, looking around at his surroundings. He stood on the shores of a big island. In the distance he could see some small houses and buildings. "Where am I?" he said under his breath. He started walking, trying to find someone to tell him what was going on. He soon saw an old man walking past at a slow speed. He walked up to the man, about to ask him when his eyes caught sight of a blonde teenage girl dressed in all pink, around his age, with a group of giggling friends around her all dect-out in the same color. Roy grinned and ran over to the girls (after brushing himself off and fixing his hair) for some ""explanations".
* * *
Ken continued rowing his boat, heading in the direction of a visible island, much smaller than the Mainland. The island was noticeable only because of its gigantic trees and other plants completely covering it. As he got closer, it was visible how old the place was. The Island seemed completely deserted and it looked like no one had been there for awhile.
He arrived on an old small dock. No boats were tied to the poles holding up the dock, but a cut end of a rope still remained, knotted so tightly it wasn’t surprising the person who tied it decided to cut the boat free. Ken hopped onto the dock and walked onto the island. He spun in a circle looking at the place, it looked so old, but you could tell people once visited here. Stairs and many bridges were built all over the place to make it easier to walk around. In one area, where a very large tree was, there were many decks, ladders, and walkways, leading up to an ancient tree house. As he continued to explore it became even more apparent that people were once here (most likely not adults) but not now. No one had been on the island for at least 20 years, or so his father said.
Ken came to a halt as he passed a mini waterfall, he could have sworn he saw something there… He walked next to the waterfall and sure enough, there it was, a small opening in the wall, barely visible because of the large bushes that almost completely covered it. He walked over to it curiously, moving the branches. A hole was there, big enough for the average adult to squeeze through. Ken did exactly that and found himself in a kind of rock hallway/tunnel. He started to walk forward…he turned the corner to find himself in a small cave, pictures were carved into the walls, hundreds of them. He passed them glancing at every one, his hand brushing over them lightly. He stopped at the sight of two drawing side by side, slightly separated from all the rest. There wasn’t a doubt in his head that little kids drew them. He recognized one of the people immediately, the pointy, sticking up hair, just like his, was a dead give away. Sora. The forgotten hero of Destiny Islands, and many other worlds. Sora, his dad. These must have been the pictures of him and Kairi that he always talked about. The picture of Ken’s parents.
Ken smiled, laughing slightly at them. Light shone through a crack in the top of the cave and onto Ken’s brown, oddly pointy, hair. He glanced up at the crack through the top, then did a double take. His attention captured by something else. Something at the very end of the cave… Ken looked at it puzzled. "What…is that?" he said quietly to himself. "A door?"
* * *
Jen stood on the shore of the Mainland, the wind blowing her shoulder-length brown hair into her equally brown, watering eyes. It had been abnormally windy all morning. She was staring at the ocean, looking, not at the small island strait ahead, but at the cloud-covered area far in the distance.
Jen had been wondering for some time now what was past that area. Once she could have sworn she’d seen something dark purple between the clouds at one point a few weeks back. The stories told to her by her older cousin Sora only confirmed her theory that something was, in fact, there. Maybe that was the way to the other worlds like her cousin and his friends had believed at one point. Jen was determined to find out.
Unfortunately there had recently been some things preventing her from leaving, such as the recent storm that had hit the island a few days ago had completely destroyed her boat, and her only way of traveling between the islands, and it was now beyond repair. So she was currently in the market for a new one. But having no money what so ever at the moment was a slight problem.
The wind blew her hair in her face again, covering her face and making it impossible to see. But in that moment, just before, when she was still staring out at the clouds she saw it again. A part of a dark purple object! Jen quickly brushed her hair out of her eyes in hopes to see it more clearly…. As soon as she finished, she looked over at where it had been, but it was gone. "What was that thing?" she said quietly to herself.
She spun around in almost a complete circle until she was facing the direction, of the center, of the Mainland, then started walking towards it. A determined look on her face. Today she would buy her boat.
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