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  1. Hiya everyone, this is blank right now, but i will be posting my lyrics that I write from time to time here! I hope you will check this out and give feedback! I will start with the lighter stuff but darker works will surely be put here as well~
  2. [ There are no worse monsters than us ] [ Chapter 0 ] The last note
  3. This topic is just to share my stupid lewd versions of lyrics from various songs. This first one is "If you're and you know it...": If you're horny and you know it, fuck my holes! If you're horny and you know it, fuck my holes! If you're horny and you know it, then your screams will surely show it If you're horny and you know it, fuck my holes! If you're horny and you know it, hump my feet If you're horny and you know it, hump my feet If you're horny and you know it,then your screams will surely show it If you're horny and you know it, hump my feet If you're horny and you know it, yell "FUCK ME!" If you're horny and you know it, yell "FUCK ME!" If you're horny and you know it, then your screams will surely show it If you're horny and you know it, yell "FUCK ME!" If you're horny and you know it, stuff all three holes! If you're horny and you know it, stuff all three holes! If you're horny and you know it, then your screams will surely show it If you're horny and you know it, stuff all three holes!
  4. Elena Ichinomiya

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    "There's no black and white in war let alone gray. Ironically, we're those black and white, looking for gray while throwing our lives on the thin silver line" Audi 17 June 20XX Eastern District 08:37 PM Amidst the crowd, two person is waiting for their superior. One is a guy wearing a black jacket with Black hair and brown eyes, other one is a girl with long black hair and blue eyes with fedora and vest. They've been here for an hour waiting for their superior. "Inspector Geneva never late as far as i know" Speak the young man "Think something is up Yuril?" he look at the girl who shake her head in response. "I don't know Kirov, perhaps this is another test? She scold us for dawdling when we should look for surrounding" said Yuril. The man groan "Yeah but what should we take note of? She didn't give us wanted flyer or any target. We're hunting blind here...". Yuril shrug at her partner "I know but Inspector Geneva also not one who told us to go somewhere without good reason either. There must be something here". After few minutes, their phone ring to which both of them answer. "Where are you both?" "At the said District. Inspector, can you tell me what on earth we looking for here?" Ask Kirov "I can't tell you. Because its better if you see it for yourself" said the inspector "Seeing what? Another mobster attack?" ask Yuril "Hold your tonfa Yuril, because we gonna fight something that perhaps, more exciting than mob with guns" "I never fond of firearm, they loud and hurt!" mutter Kirov "Then quit complaining and watch if something is off. You guys already did good job for years which is why i think its right time to show you what i investigate these years" "You mean the Mevious case? The mob that capable to destroy literally any stuff in their way?" ask Yuril "Exactly. Honestly i try to investigate this myself but turn out i need more manpower. So far, only you both i find capable. I tell you this before you get ahead of yourself; i never give anyone second chance. Don't mess it up" said the inspector before hang up. They put back their phone "Well, that sum it up but still end up with same result; no target specified" said Kirov with frown on his face. Yuril scratch the back of her head "Lets just observe for another minute. If you see some shady person, tell me". Kirov scoff at her "So you can knock them out even though they just civil entering an alley? No chance" he laugh to which Yuril sigh in respond "Give me a break, he wear the same cloth as the picture. It was accident!". As they throw remark to each other, they were surprised at the sight of badly beaten man coming out from the street behind them. They both quickly tend to the poor man who seems clinging on his live. It also attract people around them to which Yuril told them to call an ambulance. "Hey, can you hear me? What happen there?" ask Kirov. "..." the man having hard time to speak "Mevious...there..." he faint shortly after. Kirov curse before turn his attention to his partner. "Yuril, we got our target nearby. Keep an eye on him until ambulance arrive". Kirov proceed to search around where the Mevious is. Its not really hard to find as he just follow the track of blood from that man. "With that wound, he shouldn't even alive. What a tough nut that guy is to hold out that long" he thought. As he pass a dead end, he saw around 4 group of people. They all dressed in black with a gun on their hand. "Shit me, not another handgun!" he mutter as he ready his gun. "Hope my aim is not as bad as my luck!". And with that, the sounds of gun blazing can be heard. Its hard to keep up when being outnumbered by firearms like this. It didn't take long until there's just one left. The last person still turn its back on him. "Drop your weapon, hands in the air!" shout Kirov. As he take another step however, things got more weird. Those goons, they evaporate into thin air, leaving nothing but their guns. "The hell...?" Unfortunately, his amazement awarded with a stab on his chest. In his shock, he look up to see the face of the perpetrator. Turn out she's a woman with red eyes and short hair. There's no expression and all. Those cane hide a blade that now etched on his chest, stained by his blood. "KIROV!" Those shout followed with gun blazing behind him. The red eyed woman quickly pull out her dagger from Kirov body, resulting him to fall to the ground. She dodge every bullet as if she know where it gonna hit. "Stop right there!" Shout the person with gun who turn out to be another woman with white coat. However the red eyed woman simply point her dagger toward limping Kirov who start to losing blood quick. "One more shot...he'll join my rank..." She threat the woman. "...Tch" she put away her gun "There, now your turn". The red eyed woman sheath her dagger back to her cane and walk toward the woman in white. However she suddenly kick her cane up who quickly change its form into a gun and shot it toward the woman in white. But the bullet didn't hit the woman, instead it hit a man who's about to stab her from behind and vanish soon after like the other goon, leaving nothing but black steamy liquid. "...Careless as usual still..." she told the woman in white before leaving the two of them. The woman in white get a grip of situation quickly and approach Kirov to check her subordinate condition. "Damn, you're bleeding fast...lucky its not hitting the heart. You'll live, don't you die on me on Kirov" she mutter before pulling up her radio "Geneva here, Officer hit! Yuril, call another ambulance, Kirov been hit!". Kirov grunt in pain "...Inspector? Shit...of all person who see me like this..." Geneva shake her head "That can wait. Right now, you need to recover. I'm sure you already see for yourself what i'm after. Keep your question later" said the Inspector as she hold the bleeding. "Fine by me...there goes my coupon for tonight free ramen special" groan Kirov. It take another minutes for help to come and they quickly take Kirov to hospital. "What happen here inspector?" ask Yuril to which Geneva answer with depressed sigh "Many things. Go back to the station and make the report. Then wait my further instruction. You hear me?" she told her subordinate who salute her before leave the place. Looking up at the top of building, Geneva saw the red eyed lady once again. Still without any expression on her face before left the vicinity. "...Don't give me that look Magnolia...i'm trying my best to help you here..." mutter Geneva before she left the bloody ground.
  5. These are just a few story starters that I have written. If you are interested in any of my starters please message me and we can discuss writing together.
  6. I was wondering if anyone else uses Werdsmith? Do you prefer a different app or word/writing program? Are you old school and go for pen and paper, a type-writer, or do you go that extra mile and use a quill and ink? I tend towards a mix of pen and paper, forums like this one, Werdsmith, and Microsoft Word. Though, I want to improve my penmanship. I feel like it’s lacking, just like my writing style.
  7. Day 1 of the nightmares. It's been a while since I've written a journal, but I think I'm going to need one for quite a while. My therapist claims I've been making things up all along, but this week has been severe enough that I know what's going on. It began on my eighteenth birthday, the very first night. After a small celebration of close friends, I had decided I was going to go to sleep early as a last gift to myself. The moment I lost consciousness, I found myself in what I had initially thought to be Hell. A barren, desolate wasteland, with nothing but a blood red sky. I called out to the wind, attempting to find any trace of anyone else who had been there. There were no footprints save for mine. No voices except the echoes of my screams. I was truly alone. And then I saw her. That pale faced maiden, floating in mid-air. She wore an incredibly worn, practically torn-to-pieces white gown. At least, it was white in some spots. Almost everything else was bloodred. I had called out to the woman from a distance, asking if she had any idea where we were, or what was going on. No response. I took a step closer, shouting louder. The same result. I would repeat this until I was within arm's reach of her before noticing something I should have long before. The woman had no eyes, and instead was bleeding from her eye sockets. By the time it had fully registered what was going on, she had turned to face me, bony blood-covered hands around my neck. I attempted to move, to break free, but her grip was that of iron, and my efforts were futile. Her fingernails dug into my arteries, and I could feel my blood being drained. I quickly found myself fully unable to move, as if losing any amount of blood made me a statue in her hands. It was only a dream, yet it felt so real, so painful. With each gush of blood I could feel flowing out of me, her body seemed to be gaining flesh, returning to a somewhat normal looking state. As her eyes began to form... Those piercing red eyes, she told me exactly one thing... "About time someone paid tribute..." It was then that I woke up screaming, finally able to move again. 7:00 AM, on the dot. Suspiciously accurate. I remember going to the bathroom and brushing my teeth, seeing scars on my neck in the mirror. Four on one side, four on the other, all about the size of fingernails. Nobody believed me when I told them about the dream. They all assumed I tried to kill myself. Whoever or whatever this thing is, they're not the dream I thought they were. Just last night she had taken more, this time from my arm, leaving a mark of a heart... I don't know what to do, nor who to trust with this information. Until I find someone, I will simply document my findings until I am freed of this ridiculous nightmare, or go crazy trying. It's been 5 years now, and the dreams have only been more vivid, more colorful. What have I gotten myself into? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Entry 2: A new development. The nightmare has grown in complexity. The woman's eyes are no longer bleeding, but are a fair shade of blue. It seems small bat-like wings protrude from her head, and her hair has taken a crimson hue. When I arrived in the dream this time, it seems she was changing her clothes into less blood-stained ones, which I suppose is fair. She stood before me, completely nude, while a grin appeared on her face, revealing a set of razor sharp fangs. "Your offerings have restored my body, but I'll need more than blood to regain my powers, or to break free... My name is Camille." The name instantly clicked, for I had remembered reading about named demons in middle school, back when I tried getting into Dungeons and Dragons as a DM. Camille was a demon that absorbed the life energy of her victims, more often than not males, through their dreams, as she was unable to take physical form. She supposedly had been sealed in a dream prison for fifty thousand years, and from the looks of it, I had been the dumbass to free her from it. As she explained her plight to me, it became increasingly evident that the only way I would be free was to give her enough energy for her to take physical form. But how? "I'll let you decide whether or not you want to be free of your 'curse' and just give you a parting gift... My kiss." The moment Camille's lips touched mine, a rush of excessively lewd ideas flooded my mind, and when I woke up, my bed was covered in condoms somehow. Odd. I would have guessed a demon would prefer unprotected sex, but very well. I'm now trying to decide if I should let her be free upon the world, or suffer for the rest of my days to keep her from escaping... What to do... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Day 3: Pondering Choices This demon in my dreams, who's name is actually Camille after all this time... She's backed off a bit in her harvests, only taking what she needs to survive, yet enough to remind me that she's there. I'm not sure whether to accept her deal, to help free her from the accidental prison of my mind. She reminds me of an old babysitter I used to know that I had a crush on when I was about six or so. Then again, maybe she picked that form just to curry favor with me. When I brought it up with her, she simply chuckled and shrugged, as if she herself had no idea about it. I find that possibility to be bullshit, unless she never knows what she looks like to other men. Surely she knows the physical changes somewhat, right? Maybe tonight I'll try messing with her, like trying to think lewdly of a different body type and see if she changes her form to match it. After all, no matter my choice, she is still stuck in my dreams for now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Day 4: A Test of Two Theories The moment I entered the dream, I was met with a drastic change in scenery. What had first been a desolate wasteland had now been changed into what seemed to be a master bedroom of sorts. Interesting. Perhaps Camille is able to manipulate parts of the Dream Realm while I am awake. To make things all the more interesting, Camille herself was laying on the bed with merely lingerie on, her body glistening in the candlelight. Which was odd, as I didn't see any candles until I saw her. Naturally, I felt a mighty need to make a snide comment. "Well then, I guess a dream really can be too hot to handle, eh?" I'd remark, the usual asshole grin on my face as I sat next to her, quickly pushed off the bed. "Oh, please. Your thoughts echo through my prison every time you are awake. Your idea is certainly interesting, and I'd love to help test it... On one condition. You will let me find out if human semen can still sate me." By the time I had gotten up, she had already explained most of her plan, the entirety of which simply baffled me. I was to give her my cum to find out if I could alter her appearance? I mean, she was the one who could potentially kill me from her "harvests" if she so pleased, but at the same time, if she did so, she ran the severe risk of being unable to free herself. She needed me alive, that much was certain. As such, I could have just declined and left the dream then and there. So why didn't I? Why did I do what I did that time? Why had I agreed to this ludicrous plan? "I'm able to change things in this world while you are awake, except for you. I can make you stay still, though that's about it when it comes to controlling you. You'll notice that you can't move off the bed, and that I can control one very important thing: your erection." I had to give her credit for taking my clothes off so quickly without tearing them, even for a dream. Hell, she took them off faster than I ever had. If only she hadn't been using her newfound cock control to constantly change my dick from erect to limp over and over. It was not only annoying and embarrassing, but surprisingly tiring. I think I might have even yawned for a moment. She was not a fan of that. With a snap of her fingers, her bra would vanish, leaving her roughly D cup breasts to hang about freely. "Well? Try to make them bigger, I'll even reward ya if you can." she taunted, fondling both of them with an evil grin. And with that, I would close my eyes, thinking of the one time I had watched the swim team back in college, that one girl who was an incredibly fast swimmer, but had massive tits... Those things must have been at least an F cup... Before long, I heard a yelp from Camille, followed by a gasp of what was a mix of surprise and pain. Once I opened my eyes, I was met with what was most certainly not the same Camille I had seen before closing my eyes. Her chest, which was by no means small beforehand, had now become quite a bit bigger, as if this was some strange hentai of sorts. "H-Holy shit, you actually changed my body! How'd you pull that off?" she would exclaim in disbelief, as if she had banked on my failure. As usual. "Yeah, looks like... Guess your little reward will have to be cashed in now." was the only response I could think of, which did not bode well with her. Out of what I can only assume was anger, and possibly an attempt to correct the now inconsistent sizing, Camille would snap her fingers, and my member would not only remain upright, stiff as a pole, but would forcibly increase in size, a sharp gasp escaping my mouth this time as I was forced to become larger than my body originally had been capable of. "Now you should be the right size for me to properly... reward you." Before I could inquire any further, I was frozen in place again, only able to watch as Camille moved herself to allow my cock to rest between her newly enlarged mounds. Her hands would press the two together, sandwiching my member between them as she grinned, the tip not only still visible but close enough for her to put in in her mouth. In all my years of being alone, nothing at all had ever felt as good as the feeling I experienced when she began to move her chest up and down, her forked tongue lapping a- Wait. Forked tongue? I wasn't being deceived, Camille not only had a forked tongue, but it was now rather loosely wrapped around my length, flicking at my balls occasionally. After what felt like an eternity of twisted pleasure, her tongue would retreat into her mouth, where it swirled around my tip mercilessly between bobs. It was simply too much for my inexperienced body, and I felt myself hopelessly cumming into her mouth, feeling her gulp every last drop down. A minute passed. One became two, and three. After what felt like five minutes of silence and inactivity, Camille's wings would spread out, seeming to be charged with electricity of some sort. Her eyes would flash open, a glowing orange as she laughed. "Oh my... your cum is so nutritious... I'd say one more load like that and I'll easily be able to free myself... Here's your reward for being such a good food source." She remarked, her voice now dozens of times more seductive. It seemed that having as much power as she did only served to improve her situation, and she quickly gripped my balls. A surge of some soft of energy began coursing into them, and by the time she had let go, they were now much heavier than before, more suited to the size of my rod that had also been modified. "If you weren't so close to waking up, i'd gladly take more..." she would whisper, my vision fading into white as my actual self began waking up. ... It was a strange morning, to say the least. There were slight specks of jizz on my blankets, which was odd, considering how little there was. On top of that, upon initial investigation, the modifications Camille had made to my body were very much permanent, a situation that I fear may spiral beyond my control if I cannot find a way to stop her. If she breaks free so quickly, who knows what she will be able to do in the real world, what horrors she may commit? I need to find a way to reseal her, or force her to obey my command... Or, if all else fails, I may have to kill a demon from my dreams...
  8. You know, if i'm being truthful there are a lot of things that get me going in terms of "what i like" in a girl, but the most amazing thing i think is someone who is smarter than me, i'll be honest, i've sat in awe watching cute geeky girls do math over skype instead of heading over to good ol' PH i've always been fascinated by the intellect, the awkward secret sexual diva with the over sized sweater and glasses, she's too busy to hit the gym because she's occupied with getting her PHD and wrecking the grading curve. You can have the cheerleading squad or the homecoming queen or america's next top model. i want the girls with four eyes 4.0 GPA's mensa cards and chips on their shoulders. your hair is a mess and you think your life is a mess and the only person who gets you is your cat. put the cum in suma cum laude - We don't even need to get naked, if i was to make a porn movie or in my case hentai it would probably just some hot steamy action where the chick takes her fellow of choice down to the rec room during the pep rally and just beats him repeatedly at street fighter, or they discuss the finer points of the underlying social metaphors of the Alien movies. or their favorite art music or books. My point. I don't Care, if you think you're out of shape or unattractive, I don't Care if you can't see you're beautiful. Because to me you are. and someday i hope you look in the mirror and see what i do. Someone who is perfect just the way they are.
  9. I hate you. "I know." No, you don't know anything about me. You've always only been concerned with you. "You know that's not true." Like hell. How long did you ignore my feelings? "You weren't being honest" How long did you take advantage of me? "I tried to give you what you needed" How long did you lie to me? "I never lied" How long did you forget about me entirely? "You asked me to choose. You made me choose." Hah! Choose? You? You've never been able to choose anything. Greedy bastard. How many times have those stupid words left your lips? How many of us did you convince with your sweet lies? "..." Nami, Ren, Me, Her, and we're just the tip of the iceberg. You think we didn't know you always had someone else? How can you think you never lied when that's all you've ever done? "She doesn't have anything to do with this." Please, you haven't changed. You'll never change. You're always waiting, always wanting. You're weak and disgusting. How badly did you mess me up all for your selfishness? "I... I never lied. I was just wrong, and stupid." Excuses. "It's the truth." Only enough truth. That's what you call 'not lying'. You give just enough truth to get what you want, to manipulate us, to make us think and feel what you need out of us. You fucked me up with all of your 'truths'. I wish I'd never met you, and I know you'll never change. "..." You can't even take responsibility for what you've done. You think hurting makes it better? You think feeling sorry for yourself fixes it? You think there's any chance of you being a good guy? I told you what I wanted out of you, and you said yourself you were too scared to do it. Always so weak. "I have people who need me still." What, like Her? Like your wife? You even had the audacity to go and get married. After all your talk about taking responsibility, you just left us behind. And here you are just building yourself another harem. "I have a daughter." Bullshit, just someone else for you to lust after. Always waiting, always wanting. I know you, why do you think I sent her your way to begin with? "... I don't know." Oh. Suddenly we're not a fucking mind reader anymore? A few years late for that isn't it? More bullshit. You know why I did it. I know you, I know you can't change, and I wanted to prove it to you. You took Her away from me, like I knew you would. "... You were the one who pushed her away." So it's my fault? Convenient, isn't it? "Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?" I'm not sorry. I told you already, I HATE you. I hate you more than anyone. If it wasn't for you maybe I could have done something better. Or maybe all of this could just be over already. But no, you had to find me, had to see me, had to give me hope, had to make me feel all the things you wanted out of me. You should have let me broken, but you wanted to be the 'hero', wanted to be loved so damn much even though you already had Nami. You made me think you'd put me back together when all you did was break us apart. I hate you. We hate you. You're nothing but poison, and nothing He ever did can match the years we wasted on you! "..." You deserve everything we ever said to you. Because you don't care. You never loved us, not like we loved you, not like I loved you. If you did, I could break you like you broke me. I could hurt you like you hurt me. But you just keep going on. You're a fucking parasite. You'll always just move on to the next person who 'needs' you. That's how you justify everything you ever did. You think you can just 'learn' from us and fix the next person? You think you can change and do it right? You know that's bullshit. Even now you're standing in Ellen's way. You'll never let go, you fucking weakling. "One of us has to move on." Bullshit. Moving on means changing, and you can't do that. You'll only ever be a sweeter poison. Neither of us will ever be any different from what we've always been, from what we made out of each other. We just get better at it. "..." I hate you. "I know." I HATE YOU! "I know." Then fucking kill yourself already! "No..." ... "I'm sorry." No you're not. You'll never change. Only one of us has ever been strong. You just keep being a coward then, keep chasing that stupid dream of being a hero. I know you, and I've outgrown you. "I love you." Fuck you, you didn't cry once writing this.
  10. I've decided to start writing my own short stories involving, Kanna. They will be mostly alternative universes and stuff. Kind of like small fetishes or whatever I'm craving at the moment. It will be third person style but mostly from Kanna's perspective. If you like the way a story is going I don't mind turning it into a roleplay together So the original universe I picture Kanna in is where the parents are usually not home due to business trips and being more interested in their careers. Her brother who I don't really have a specifics in mind, usually his name is something Japanese, he wears glasses, has grey or white hair medium length hair, gold eyes, is at least 6 foot, slender, nerdy, and cares deeply for his little sister. Hopefully in my writing you'll get a better idea of his intended personality in my writing. I might write something short just to give you an idea. Note: Oniichan means older brother in Japanese.
  11. This is a story that I wrote many years ago. I thought about it today and realized I hadn't actually done anything with it in a long time, even though I don't think it's in an ideal state. It's been through basically one major rewriting which cleaned up some stuff in the main story. I also wrote an entirely new intro to the story rather than revising the original, but I'm also unsure which is better. These were originally written... holy shit nine years ago. Yeah, so I was still pretty young at the time so if it seems a bit cliche angsty... that's probably why. But I'd love any constructive feedback I could get on this. I don't know that I'll actually change this story itself, simply because it's so old by now, but any notes would be useful in my writing (either as RP or individual fiction) going forward. I'm going to spoiler the two intros to keep this from getting too long. Dave stared hard at the computer screen. As always, the windows were shut tight, blinds and curtains drawn so that no light or view could go in or out. The door was locked four ways – he had another two locks installed for his own personal security. Just the thought of allowing someone else into his apartment gave him shudders. He couldn't stand it if someone were to enter uninvited. He made sure his laptop was charged and plugged in. He gently picked up the cup on his right, careful not to fold the paper and spill the water over himself or his beloved computer. He dipped a finger into it. Cold. It would be warm by the time his note was written, or so he hoped. After setting the cup down, he lifted the one mirroring its position on the desk. Dave turned his wrist several times, spinning the cup, watching the white powder in it shift and fall over itself. He snorted hard, trying to clear his nose, congested as always, before wiping the snot away on his sleeve. He'd read that this stuff was supposed to stink like bitter almonds. It didn't smell like anything at all to him. Dave tipped the second cup over the first, dropping some cyanide into the water. He shuffled around the desk and nearby area before finding an old, greasy plastic spoon. He stirred the water, watching as the powder disappeared in the faint glow of the computer screen. It was the only light he had on. Bright lights upset his eyes too much. “Okay.... let's do this.” He set the water down and held the cup with the remaining cyanide in his hand. He glanced at the bathroom, where he would dispose of it. He made to stand, but his unshapely legs fought back against the strain of his weight. “Ah... I'll get rid of it later.” Setting the cup down, he turned his attention back to his computer. No reason putting it off any longer than he already had. He glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen. Just a few hours before midnight. Tomorrow he would be thirty. Too old to have been remembered as being so young. Other than the whir of the computer's fan, the room was silent, until the clicking of the keyboard began: I am David Smith II. However, you do not know me. You do know Leon Stride, the greatest poet and literary artist of your time. You also know T. G. Renalds, author of the most successful popular novels in decades. Thus, you know me, David Smith II. My time has been brief. My end draws near. I am finished with being unfinished. Not my best work... but it's definitely better than any of the swill already out there.” Dave muttered. His voice was weak enough to hardly bounce off the walls. Every day the lines between his fantasy and reality grew dimmer. He thought and spoke interchangeably. The difference between them all was naught with no one ever around, save the occasional delivery outside his door. Exactly how he wanted it. People disgusted him. “Always obsessing with what's on the outside... it all just fades away. They never appreciate true genius. Never.” Under the pseudonym Leon Stride, a name he'd taken in High School, he was a critically acclaimed author and poet, easily among the most distinguished in his lifetime. Behind another pen-name, he was T. G. Renalds, author of four series of popular fiction, totaling thirty-one novels. Yet Dave had been disillusioned with the world and its inhabitants for years. He recalled a time back in High School, as he often did. Dave never forgot, he only chose not to remember. It was two and a half weeks before prom. He had already picked out what tuxedo he would wear. His mother had helped him. Black and smooth, and soft to the touch, like a silky velvet. Pretty on the outside, what the world always wanted. And he knew just who he would take. Suzanne Brown, the prettiest girl in the school. Golden blonde hair draped just past her shoulders; her slightly tan skin was radiant, and made her icy blue eyes really pop. Not to mention curves that most women would kill for. Dave drew in a breath, sighing it out slowly. His focus broke with an involuntary shiver. It was colder than he remembered. A small adjustment to be made. He accessed a program set up on his computer, which connected to a device attached to the thermostat. After bumping the heat up, he waited a few moments for the drone of the fan to kick on, radiating warmth through the room. After wiping his sweaty palms across the legs of his sweat pants, he continued: Your world is sick and foolish. I have grown weary of it, bored of having to occupy my time here. You applaud my genius, you ravish me for my success, but behind the veil of a stand-in, you mock and ridicule me. I am wasted here. For among you, true diamonds are decorated in cheap, shiny buttons. Wasteful peat instead is throned and gazed upon with love while brilliance is discarded. My end is now. Yours is to come soon. You have gone too far with “Too far... too far...” With what? he thought. “Even now their filth infuriates me to the point that words escape my thoughts.” He said, gritting his teeth. He looked around his bedroom. The bed was clean, sheets spread out. That was one thing he had not forgotten or put off. It was all for his plan. He would write his note, and take the cyanide. It would give him just enough time to dispose of the evidence and lay across the bed. The rent hadn't been paid, and it was more than a week late. Nine days, to be precise. It was always on the tenth day that the landlady would demand the rent. The plan had taken months of methodical planning before it was perfected. Alternating two months of unpaid rent with a month paid on time, it was always the tenth day that she personally visited him. The purchase of rare coins over the internet was part of the investment as well – a cover up, a given reason for his order of the potassium cyanide. The chemical by itself would be a red flag, but after two months of coin collecting, its use as a polish would seem entirely natural. Tomorrow the landlady would come to collect her money. When he didn't answer, she'd come in and see him, laying across his bed, as if sleeping. She would yell and holler, but when she realized that he wasn't resting, she would call an ambulance. The EMT would declare his death to be a heart attack or stroke – believable enough, he was in bad physical shape – and to be from natural causes, not from the cyanide which actually caused it. And then they would read his note. He would have predicted his own death. “They will remember me forever.” A sly grin crossed his face, his grubby, rotten teeth hardly visible in the flicker of the monitor. His skin was pale and greased to begin with; the light gave him a sickly demeanor, as if he were already in his last minutes, face to face with death itself, playing chess for his very soul. And Dave had just called check. Dave continued to survey his tomb. Beyond his bed was the cabinet. Old, worn in, different from everything else in his home. It was passed down through his family. The polished oak was now layered in dust, with occasional spots of it wiped through with a curious finger to test its depth. It was closed now. Dave had forgotten. Before his end... “I have to clean that up.” He said, staring hard at the wooden furnishing. “It's got everything in it.” All of Leon Stride's awards and commemorations, several unfinished works, as well as the achievements of the novels of T. G. Renalds, his royalties and investments. He kept it closed now, as it only reminded him of how sick this world was. For years, he'd written poetry, flash fiction, novelettes, incredible works the likes of which hadn't been known for generations, under his pen name Leon Stride. He was lauded for his talents. But all the polished plaques, shiny medal-stickers on certificates, and starred reviews in the world wasn't keeping his heat on at night. He tried finding work, but it was terrible. “People... always people.” He rubbed his temples. “I hate people. If only there were a way for me to avoid them all, this wouldn't have to happen.” He looked back at the cabinet. “But no... I had to whore myself out, like a slutty crackhead.” His hands gripped the arms of his swivel chair, knuckles turning a yellowed-white. He produced incredible works of art, and had nothing to his name but a drawer full of merits. And yet he looked around, and the ghastly books about witches and werewolves and magical animals hardly kept stock on shelves. Overnight, authors – if one could call them that – went from nothing to millionaires. Dave knew he could do that. And he realized before long, he had to. Of course, he couldn't ruin his good name as Leon Stride... So T. G. Renalds was born. Dave despised Renalds. Writing such cheap novels as those, he felt sleazy. He could produce such greater work, but had to stoop to such levels to feed himself. Over the years, he felt the same burden of Leon Stride. Critics were never satisfied. When Renalds grew more popular and Stride produced less work, they called for more of him, calling him the only candle in a black night. But when he did produce new work as Stride, they called foul. He was lambasted for lapsing in his quality. With each successive work, Dave had to top himself. Each new novel had to be a better page turner than the last, to stay on the top of the charts. Every short story, every poem had to be more perfect than all those before it. And they all had to come out frequently. “If this world was worth the dirt it was made of, Renalds wouldn't be around. Or Leon Stride. I would be hailed as king of all print and word.” Of course, the world wasn't that way at all. Dave thought back to the very first time his work had been published. It was near the end of his senior year in high school. A bi-monthly journal agreed to publish his three-part poem. They paid him a small amount, for a small amount of work, Dave thought. Mistakenly he'd thought that it would be a drop in the bucket for the pieces he would someday produce. Yet it had given him hope, and courage. With encouragement from his best friend, Gale, he'd decided to ask Suzanne out. He had tutored her all year in math as well as history so she could stay on the cheer squad. He approached her in the hallway. It was a Tuesday, and he'd worn his best jeans and a brand new shirt, his hair freshly washed and slicked back. She had on a blue skirt and green halter-top with some guy's letterman jacket wrapped around herself. It wouldn't matter. She'd see what he was worth. She'd understand his brilliance and take the gem for what it was, not what people saw. He could still faintly smell her light cinnamon perfume. Dave had been wrong. She didn't understand. Thinking back, she couldn't have understood his genius. She was far too slow and dull. Time had dulled the sting of rejection, but her laughter at his request built the foundation of his towering fortress of hatred. Dave could recall the countless occasions that had withdrawn him from the world. Year by year, event by event, brick by brick, Dave made sure no one got in, and nothing got out. Not even Gale's kind words could penetrate his resolve. Suzanne went on to drop out of a community college in order to become the trophy wife of a wealthy wall-street businessman. An air-headed doll and a professional gambler, with the perfect life. That was the world he was living in. It was a world, he felt, that didn't deserve his genius. “Your world is...” Dave read his own message back to himself, and frowned. The world was doomed, but he'd be damned if when everything went to hell and high water, they would look back and blame him over it. He couldn't leave them with such an ill omen. He highlighted the block of text, and hesitated. Finally, he struck the delete key, leaving him with the first few lines he had constructed earlier. I look at this world, and I am shocked to see that anything but mud and manure crawl from the swamp that you people call lives. Yet you on distant occasion managed to allow a pearl to form among all this chaos and decay. In days of old, true art was celebrated. In your world, it is kicked aside as the leavings of rats and toads are held to the eye of the public and kissed with lust. You only lead yourselves down the path of death and despair, for so long as you worship what is And at that, the screen dimmed. Dave huffed. His leg had felt sore, so he reflexively extended it. He must have knocked the power cord for the laptop loose. Folding the screen partly down, he saw the plug hooked over the back edge of the desk. He reached for it, though it remained out of his grasp. He went for it with a slight lunge, only to knock it back and behind the desk. He balled his fist, bringing it down against the desk, producing a soft thud and an audible yelp of pain. He massaged his hand, though the sting seemed to radiate throughout his arm. Dave pushed the chair back from the desk, the wheels barely managing to roll over the matted carpet. Holding onto the arm-rests, he braced himself, before pushing himself forward, sliding off the chair and to his knees. He gasped slightly at the effort, before he started groping around. Finding the power cord after several minutes of blind groping, he fed it back up against the wall and onto the desk, making sure it would not slide down again on its own. He began backpedaling, when in his crawl, his hand landing on something. Square... no, rectangular. Flat. And hard. It was stuck to the ground, but he managed to pry it off, though he heard a faint cracking sound, possibly of glass. Setting the object next to the cups, he grasped the edge of the desk and heaved himself up. He momentarily lost balance, but managed to fall backwards into his chair again. He had to be careful moving forward again – he'd heard glass break, and he had poor circulation in his feet, so he didn't always feel some things right away. A quick glance at the clock told him he had just enough time to examine the alien object. Dave stared at the item for several moments. Cheap black plastic. It looked as though there were something hinged onto it, but it had broken off. He turned the item in his hands in order to face the other side of it, and came to a sudden realization what it was: A picture frame. “But who?” Dave turned his chair about, scanning the room for other hidden relics. However, there were no other pictures in the room. Satisfied, he returned to the computer screen for light. When he'd attempted to lift the frame originally, it had stuck to the ground, so part of the covering glass was shattered. Dave gazed upon the image, of three smiling faces, standing in a row. He had to recognize them sooner or later. They'd long since been blotted from his consciousness, though Dave knew it would come to him. An older woman with a gentle smile and crooked eyes on the far left. The portrait was faded and difficult to make out, but Dave forced himself to remember. Next to her, a teen girl with thick framed glasses, braces, and pigtails. Red pigtails. His mother. Gale. He'd forgotten almost everything about them, he realized. He set the frame down, just in front of his laptop. All that was left were shards of memories he'd bitterly clung to. Their failed advice, their apologies which could never undo the damage which had been done. But he knew that couldn't have been all there was to them. “My... best friend.” Dave said, focusing on the red-headed girl. She was the first one to encourage him into writing. “I'm no good.” He started to recall the conversation. “Sure you are, Dave. You're the best writer I ever read.” His voiced echoed off the walls, as if spoken back to him. “And mom.” He looked at the elderly woman. She always supported him in everything he'd ever done. When he told her he wanted to write, she took his flute to the pawn shop and exchanged it for a type-writer. Before the flute, it was a canvas and paint, and before that a camera. She never mocked his failures. He'd never been successful in anything artful. She had no reason to believe that he would be able to write well. But she did. She believed in him. And he'd blocked her out of his life. He ignored phone calls, stopped coming home for holidays, lost all contact with her. Years ago, just out of college, a lawyer had come to see him. It was only months before T. G. Renalds had published his first book, when Dave found out his mother had died, and he'd missed the funeral. His only reaction at the time was that of frustration towards her. She had left him almost nothing, other than a few relics; the rest of what little she had was given to church and charity. He kept the oak cabinet, and pawned the rest, and rued her for not giving him enough to live off of. “Mom... I'm sorry.” Dave lifted his arm to the frame. A clubbed finger traced her face. Without her, without either of them, he would have been nothing. The third and right-most figure on the frame was the last he called his attention to. A boy in high school. Over-weight, short, with pasty skin and greasy hair and mismatched clothes. And a wide, bright smile. Himself. Years ago. He stared at the frame longer, before noticing a red stain forming. He pulled his finger back; it had gotten nicked on a remaining shard of glass, but the stinging was dulled. He wiped the blood on his pants and held his finger until it had subsided. Dave set the picture frame down beside his computer, and reread his note. He scowled, shaking his head. How could he chastise the world for something he so blatantly had done for years? Behind his facade he screamed injustice. Upon his throne he claimed superiority, Dave now realized, and demanded acknowledgment of his greatness. And yet he ignored those precious to him. The true diamonds in the rough in his life, and he'd cast them into his wall as filling. He once more read his note, and had to write it again, at least in part. He had to leave this world with hope. They had to realize what was important, as he did not. In days of old, true good was celebrated. You must not let it pass you by. When gems of goodness are cast aside as meaningless, the dawn will grow bleak. Do not forget what must be important in life. Art, genius, kindness, true companionship. We've all made grave mistakes, but we must not ignore them, and worst of all, we cannot force our wrongs to be what is right. For what is right must always be what is right, and when what is good is what is bad and evil, the end is sure to follow. As far down the road of shadows you tread, the light can always be seen, and it always must be pursued. Never forget this. Dave pushed back from his desk, one final time reading the note. “It's perfect.” He decided. “... the light must always be pursued.” He glanced down at the cups still on the desk. “It's cheesy... but it mustn't be forgotten.” He took both cups. What was he thinking? There was good in the world, and people out there that would appreciate it, and continue to give it, no matter what the reward or consequence. There had to be. Dave stood, feeling his knees creak beneath his own weight. He pushed against the desk to support himself, but must have pulled a muscled. His arm was killing him, and it was so hard to breathe. His lungs locked up, starting to fight for air. His chest burned. Dave fell to his knees, dropping both cups. He clutched at his chest, before doubling over, choking through his last breath.
  12. ArdillaVerde93

    other creative writing Dear Diary Part 2

    Dear Diary, We got up early this morning. Immediately, I headed out into the field. East of Violet City, Route 31 is called home by a Pokémon that only comes out early in the morning. Ledyba. And I wanted to catch one. It took some hunting, but we managed to track one down. Diane the Ledyba, named for her evolved form, joined the team. Don't worry; I don't intend to make my Pokémon work so early on a constant basis. This was a rare occurrance. With a team of Pokémon mostly weak against Flying types, however, we needed to get some serious training in. Just our luck; Violet City's Gym Leader specialises in Flying types. After asking around, it turns out the nearby Sprout Tower welcomes trainers. It wasn't hard to find the Sprout Tower. After all, it's, well, a tower. It's not called the Sprout Cave. Hehe. I wouldn't have thought by looking at the tower from the outside that Pokémon battles were conducted there. It honestly looks more like a spot for prayer or meditation. But I could hear the sounds of battling faintly through the ceiling from the moment I walked in. I'm not gonna lie to you; I'm afraid of heights. It's not a crippling fear - that, for me, is lightning - but it was enough to make me hesitant as I climbed up to the second floor. I was wrong in thinking Sprout Tower is a place of meditation. But it seems to be a place of enlightenment. The trainers there are monks, and, as I got closer, I could see them training with their Pokémon. Moving fluidly around Vine Whips and the like from the Bellsprout they all appear to be using. I must've caught the attention of one of them, because he bowed and readied a Pokéball. Predictably, from a flash of light came a Bellsprout. So it was for all of the monks training in the tower; they all wielded Bellsprout of varying strengths. And they were all taken down by Julia. My initial thought was that, for the upcoming Gym battle, it'd be best to have a Pokémon that can fly. Butterfree. After some hard-fought battles, Julia suddenly tilted her head up and spat out a torrent of thread. This is how they evolve. Knowing this, I was glad that her second evolution wouldn't be far behind. The gooey thread covered her fully, leaving a tangled mass. Bit by bit, the mass hardened and took on a green shine. At the end, Julia had evolved from Caterpie into a Metapod! We were all tired by that point, so we rested at the Pokémon Centre before continuing our training. It occurred to me that perhaps Angelica wasn't getting much attention. I'll have to do something special for her after we get the Zephyr Badge. Yes, after. Not if. We're gonna win! As long as we're prepared, we can defeat anybody; that's what I believe. And that means training. If we're gonna be up against Flying types, we'll need to hone our skills enough to fight through the type disadvantage. And, for now, that means we need to go back to Sprout Tower. The emergence of a Butterfree is a beautiful thing. I highly recommend the experience be seen by anybody and everybody who has the chance. It's quite easy to see; the metamorphosis of a Caterpie takes place rather quickly. You probably already know, but an area of the Kanto region, near Saffron City, has a yearly celebration in which scores of Butterfree are released to find mates. I'd love to see it in person someday. They say it's impossible to witness without crying. I don't wanna try to watch it without crying; I just wanna be there. Someday, I'll save up enough money to go see it. But, for now, Julia underwent her final transformation recently. After some more felled Bellsprout, she shook as a crack bloomed on her hard emerald-green shell. Little by little, she cast off her shell until she was fully revealed. Light streaming in through the windows set her new pearl-white wings glimmering in a beautiful light show. She stretched out these new appendages and finally took to the sky with a cute trill. Julia had reached her final form. With Julia being a Butterfree now, the rest of our training in Sprout Tower went by quickly. It seemed nothing could stand up to her. Until the building shook. I heard a loud bang and instinctively ducked, thinking perhaps an explosive had been set off. But there was no screaming. There were no alarms. I looked up. The head monk was engaged in a Pokémon battle. I thought it was his Pokémon that caused the noise, but they were sprawled out on the floor. His opponent laughed in a cold tone of voice I recognised right away. The Cyndaquil trainer! No wonder. He's lucky he didn't start a fire! I ran to the scene just in time for him to escape. No way was I going after him; I don't harbour a death wish for myself or my Pokémon. The head monk offered me a battle, just the same as he had, I assume, offered one to that mystery trainer. He would have to get his Pokémon healed first, of course, but I was willing to wait. In exchange, I helped him with patching his Pokémon up. How they managed it, I have no idea, but they managed to avoid any serious injuries. Our battle began soon. Julia made quick work of yet another Bellsprout. But the Hoothoot that came next gave us some problems. It, too, was dispatched. But the troubles it caused us made me realise something. I couldn't expect Julia to go it alone when it comes to our upcoming gym battle. She would need backup. And, at the moment, the only member of my team who isn't weak against Flying types is Brittany. Brittany's training went well, though we hit a speed bump along the way. I heard that there was a young lady on Route 29 who gave out scarves. I thought there'd be no harm in checking it out. Plus, the extra experience from trainers on the way would be worth the trek. So, we set off. Unfortunately, we went all the way to Route 29 only to realise that she only shows herself to trainers with a Zephyr Badge. Damn. Well, you know what they say. Nothing worth having comes easy. On the way back, we tackled - both figuratively and literally - several more wild Pokémon. I think it's finally time for Violet City Gym. I'm slightly acrophobic, like I said. I mostly got over it by virtue of my profession. As a doctor, and an emergency physician at that, I would, at times, need to travel by air to the scene of a disaster. But a bit of the fear stuck with me. And the Gym didn't help, to say the least. To accomodate the myriad of winged Pokémon being trained there, the building is of enormous size. It's practically a skyscraper! I had to take an elevator to the top. I still remember looking down and feeling a little sick. This was it. The first Gym. The first trainer must've noticed my trepidation; he laughed before the match. But, thanks to Brittany, he wasn't laughing for very long. Being high up, I had a fear that I know is irrational. In fact, I knew it was irrational then. But I worried Brittany would land on a weak floorboard after an attack and fall. She moves so lightly across the battlefield, though. The second trainer was fought with my fears mostly alleviated. As such, I was able to focus better when giving attack commands. He and his winged beasts fell the same as their predecessors. Then came Falkner. Greetings were formal; like that mystery trainer, Falkner has a tone of voice that's quickly recognisable. He spoke elegantly, almost regally. But I can speak from experience now in saying that he fights with brutality. From the moment I saw his first Pokémon, I knew he was fighting seriously. A well-trained Pidgey spread its wings and stared Brittany down. At a glance, I could tell this Pidgey has seen maybe dozens of fights. I could also tell, from looking at Brittany, that she was determined to make this encounter difficult for it. No backing down now. It was time to fight. Brittany and this Pidgey traded blows for some time, and, to my delight, Pidgey was wearing out. I just had to keep an eye on Brittany to make sure she didn't take any big hits. Finally, Brittany connected with a crushing blow. I was surprised with the power that came from her petite body. Pidgey crashed to the floor, defeated, and I felt happy. Julia was waiting as backup, but, the way Brittany was going, I decided to keep her in for Falkner's second Pokémon. A Pidgeotto, this specimen had an intimidating aura that made even Brittany cringe. I gave a command, and Brittany lunged. She made contact, but Pidgeotto barely reacted. Clearly, this would be a challenge in and of itself. Hit after hit, they fought. A Quick Attack was answered by a Gust again and again. Brittany's speed had Pidgeotto confounded, for sure. But a Sentret versus a Pidgeotto? I had my doubts. Until I saw somethjng I'm glad I was around to see. Pidgeotto had Brittany cornered in the rafters. I was ready for Brittany to take a fall. Instead, she took a leap. A leap onto Pidgeotto's back. It all happened so fast. Pidgeotto flew around wildly, but Brittany held firm. Finally, in its thrashing, the mighty bird crashed into the floor trying to shake Brittany off. Falkner was aghast, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel similarly. Then, in a ruffle of feathers, Pidgeotto rose again. It wasn't over. But it was about to be. I ordered a Quick Attack. Brittany leapt again, but came down hard this time. Pidgeotto squawked in pain, then fell once more. We did it! We won! *Pokédex* #11: Metapod, the Cocoon Pokémon Along with its toxic counterpart in Kakuna, Metapod sometimes drop from trees in forests during periods of heavy wind. Take care travelling through these forests. Upon its final evolution, Metapod splits open, and the empty shell is discarded. #12: Butterfree, the Butterfly Pokémon Albeit exceedingly rare, pink Butterfree are known to exist. It was thought that they hail from the Orange Archipelago, but further research is required. Rubbing the wing of a Butterfree will leave your hand covered in a prismatic silver powder. This powder is non-toxic, and waterproof. #165: Ledyba, the Five Star Pokémon These Pokémon produce an aromatic fluid that is used to mark their territory, as well as for communication and courtship purposes. Diluted and mixed, it makes a fine perfume, sold in especially large quantities in Johto. *Author's note* Sorry this installment took so long. As you well know, I had a family emergency to attend to. But enough about that. In this entry, we learn that Brittany is a savage(she actually did sweep Falkner; I didn't make that up.)! Seriously, that... whatever Sentret is based on... I wanna say raccoon... is not to be fucked with. We also get to see Julia evolve! They grow up so fast, huh? Hopefully, Angelica is next. Or will newly-acquired Diane beat her to the Comet Punch? Find out next time! If you WANT a next time, that is.~ Oh, and let's not forget our shiny new Zephyr Badge! Now that things are calming down, I'd like to write more. Only if you want it, though! ^_^
  13. *Dear Diary: A Pokémon Crystal Custom Nuzlocke Experience* *For this Nuzlocke, I decided to put my own twist on it. I have changed only 2 things. I am allowed to choose 1 Pokémon per route, etc, to catch. Fail to capture it, and I must not attempt to capture any non-shiny or non-Legendary there. I'm allowing myself to reset for genders, etc.* *This copy of Pokémon Crystal is a North American version, downloaded from the Nintendo eShop and played on an original model 3DS console. A duplication glitch will be used for one-off Pokémon, but this will not effect gameplay. Clones will remain boxed until the Elite 4 are defeated.* Dear Diary, My name is Tyler. Tyler Miller. Formerly Dr. Miller, but let's not talk about that. In an effort to find inspiration, as well as knowledge, I have left Goldenrod City for New Bark Town. The Johto region is beautiful, and I want to explore it. Through this diary, I'll chronicle my journey through Johto with the Pokémon I will call my friends. This is our story. Arriving in New Bark Town in the morning, Professor Elm put me to work immediately. A friend of his had called on him to help with a discovery. But, being busy with research, he couldn't go himself. So he sent me over in his stead. In exchange, he gave me a choice of my first partner for this adventure. Ever since I treated a very sick Chikorita, I've wanted a Chikorita of my own. My choice was obvious. Being that my Chikorita is female, I named her Angelica, after a type of flower called an Angel's Trumpet. I'll likely see some on my journey, but I'll have to be careful around them; they're poisonous. Of course, Angelica and I had to fight off wild Pokémon on our way. Our destination was a house north of Cherrygrove City. A bit of a walk, but nothing compared to the trek I'll be taking later. I almost feel jealous of little Angelica; she gets to ride along in her Poké Ball. Anyway, we stopped for a bite to eat before continuing on. Route 30 was more of the same; dealing with attacks from wild Pokémon. The only difference is that the Sentret and Rattata of Route 29 were replaced with Caterpie, and a Weedle or 2. But we made it. The man Elm sent me to see wouldn't tell me his name; only that he was known as Mr. Pokémon. Fair enough. The discovery he made was a Pokémon egg. Apparently, it had appeared at the Day Care Centre near Goldenrod City, secluded from any couples who may have produced it. I was shocked not only by that, but by the fact that this "Mr. Pokémon" had company! Professor Oak, from Pallet Town in Kanto, was looking into the egg too, but, pardon the pun, he just couldn't crack it. With neither of them able to solve this mystery, I was given the egg to take to Professor Elm. And, from Professor Oak, I got a Pokédex! I'll have to remember to check it on a regular basis. So, I left Mr. Pokémon's house. And that's when shit hit the fan. I had only just set foot outside when my PokéGear went off. Probably Professor Elm, wondering where Angelica and I were. Or so I thought. I was half right; it was Elm. But he was understandably not too concerned with us. The lab in New Bark Town was... Well, Elm wouldn't say what happened. But he wanted us back ASAP, so we started our return trip. On our way back, we were stopped by a trainer. An angry young man, tone of voice bitter as unsweetened tea. His hair, were it any colour but blood red, I'd be envious of. I don't much like redheads. Anyway, this kid challenged us out of the blue. Thankfully, he wielded just a low-level Cyndaquil; Angelica and I subdued him. He predictably spat insults at us, then ran off. I thought he was a real dick, frankly. Turns out, I didn't know the half of it. We returned to the lab, only to find it in disarray. Somebody had broken in while I was running my errand! In fact, an officer was there, questioning the professor. Apparently, nobody was hurt, and nothing was damaged. But a Pokémon was taken. A Cyndaquil. I had just battled a Cyndaquil user! I offered that information to the officer, but I couldn't for the life of me remember the trainer's name! I remembered his appearance, though, which was helpful. After the officer left, I completed my errand and gave Elm the mysterious egg. In the midst of thanking me, he noticed my Pokédex. I guess he reasoned that, if Professor Oak could trust me, so could he, because he gave me a suggestion. The suggestion to tun this journey into a mission. A mission to collect the badges from Johto's Pokémon Gyms. Well, I wasn't planning on it, but I guess I should at least try it, if Professor Elm believes in me. I accepted. To get me started, he had one of his aides give me a set of Pokéballs. Happily taking them, I walked out the door. My journey was beginning. Going back through Route 29, I was glad I packed sunscreen for my trip. Angelica didn't need to protect herself from the sunlight; she uses it for energy. But I'll have to remember to pick up some aloe gel or lotion. Grass types like that stuff, and it'll help keep her coat shiny, and her head leaf healthy. But I can't complete this challenge with her alone. In short order, I found and captured a Sentret, who I named Brittany. I dunno why I chose that name; it just sounded right. After a small bit of training, we set out north of Cherrygrove, to Route 30. There, we found another new team member. A Caterpie. Knowing that Caterpie evolves into Butterfree, I named her Julia, after Julia Child, a famous chef known to use lots of butter in her dishes. The trainers along the route were not an issue for us. We tore through them, reaching Violet City just as the sun began to set. We decided to take a break there, and spend the night at the Pokémon Centre. All in all, a good, productive day. I just hope we can keep up this pace. *Pokédex* #152: Chikorita, the Leaf Pokémon Chikorita are loyal companions, and very affectionate towards their owners. During long stretches of inclement weather, these Pokémon may become lethargic, or even ill. When possible, they should be allowed time to lie down in direct sunlight. This keeps them healthy and happy. The leaf on their head is prehensile, and sensitive. #161: Sentret, the Scout Pokémon Sentret are capable of balancing on their tails to appear taller, as well as to obtain a better vantage point. Their bodies have a membrane that connects the forepaws with the hindpaws, and can stretch slightly. Upon spotting danger, Sentret will release an earsplitting cry to alert other members of their group. They can, however, be trained to curb this. #10: Caterpie, the Worm Pokémon A common sight in forests, these Pokémon release a harmless, but rotten stench from their antennae when threatened. Trainers who attend school are often told to keep these Pokémon in their Pokéballs. This Pokémon is a wonderful choice for beginners. *Author's note* This is inspired by the work of @NyxAvatar69. If they do not approve, I will promptly remove this. Pokémon Crystal is probably my favourite of the main series games. I've already completed this challenge in the Virtual Console releases of Gold and Silver. Generation II is by far my favourite Generation of Pokémon. Because this Nuzlocke has different rules to a normal one, I will call this a "Choicelocke." This is because, rather than having to catch the first Pokémon you see in each new area, this challenge allows you to choose one Pokémon in each area to catch. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy.~
  14. I still hate myself for choosing to do postgame. Also, like Episode 15, due to the nature of how this and all of Episode 15 are written, I'm posting them here instead of the same place as the other 14 episodes...because yeah. The run is finished so the remaining episodes will be released over time because I chose to do postgame. Everything after this is going back to the place I posted the first 14 episodes. A day had passed since Ruby aided the Ultra Recon Squad in stopping the rampaging Stakataka in Poni Grove. Luckily, any news of the incident was kept to a minimum, but it was likely due to the upcoming press conference at the Aether Paradise. Ever since the Necrozma incident at the Alter of the Moone, Ruby had been hearing people asking questions and wondering what had taken place. At least to Ruby, it didn't mean much since her duties as Champion had priority. Stepping out of her room early in the morning, she noticed her mom standing in front of the boxes that still hasn't unpacked. "All right! I've put it off long enough! Now that Ruby has become the Champion..." Ruby's mom said, turning around and looking down at her Meowth. 'Is she actually going to do something about those boxes?' Ruby wondered, deciding to keep quiet for the moment. "Meowth! This is it! We're really, definitely going to put away these boxes today!" she continued until the doorbell rang. "Oh, now who could that be?" she wondered only for someone to come running inside unannounced. "Sophocles? What are you doing here?" Ruby asked, making her way over to the door. "Ruby... I...I...You've got to..." Sophocles tried to say while he caught his breath. "What huge, random task likely involving unknown beings from another dimension do I have to do this time?" Ruby asked. "What are you talking about?" Sophocles questioned. "It's a long story..." Ruby mumbled. "Oh, are you one of Ruby's friends? I'm her mom. It's so nice to meet you!" Ruby's mom said, getting herself involved in the conversation. Sophocles jumped when he suddenly heard the voice of Ruby's mom, turning towards her. "Eeek! S-S-S-Sorrocles! I mean I'm sophorry! I mean I'm sorry! No, I mean I'm Sophocles! I'm a very sorry Sophocles!" Sophocles said. Ruby couldn't help but laugh a bit at this while Sopholcoes turned away. "Sorry... Let me just calm down a bit..." Sophocles said before turning around to face Ruby again. "I...I came because I need your help, Ruby..." Sophocles finally said. 'Here we go again," Ruby thought. "A bunch of strange guys appeared out of nowhere and...and they took over Festival Plaza!" Sophocles explained, but Ruby turned her head as if he had no idea what he was talking about. "You mean that weird place you showed me that one time?" Ruby asked. "I'll show you what I mean. Come on!" Sophocles said, grabbing Ruby's arm and taking her outside. He took out a device with two screens and pressed a few buttons. In a flash of light, Ruby and Sophocles were gone. They reappeared in a circular plaza with a number of shops and attractions with a strange red castle in the center with a bunch of Rs in a rainbow background on the monitors. "Is that supposed to look like that?" Ruby asked, pointing to the castle. "No, it isn't. The space here suddenly became all twisted and the programming of the Plaza was rewritten! That's why the castle looks so..." "Really weird?" Ruby asked. "You think so? It looks pretty menacing, like where a final boss would live... I think it looks kinda cool!" Sophocles said while Ruby let out a sigh. "Sophocles, this isn't a video game. Final bosses don't exist in reality," Ruby pointed out. "Still, they broke through my impenetrable security system, even if they did take advantage of a system malfunction. And they've taken complete control of Festival Plaza," Sophocles said. As Ruby listened to him talk, something occurred to her. She recalled hearing the voice in her head talk about a "twisted script" and things not sounding like they should, leading her to believe that the voice's sudden disappearance and the takeover of the Festival Plaza may be connected. "So, all we have to do is take down the guys behind this operation?" Ruby asked. "Yes, but be careful. These guys know what they're doing," Sophocles replied. "When has that ever stopped me?" Ruby said. "Then you'll help me take back Festival Plaza?" Sophocles asked. "Normally, I would say no because something tells me this place has some problems without the takeover. But this time, I'll do it," Ruby said. Sophocles let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad that you're with me, Ruby. You're the Champion, after all! W-well... Let's go then..." Sophocles said, making his way towards the castle. 'If all this goes well, that voice in my head should come back, and maybe we can figure out why so many people have been wanting to challenge me lately,' Ruby thought, following Sophocles into the castle. When they got inside, a single man wearing a black suit and a hat was standing in the middle of the room. Hearing the approaching footsteps, he turned to face Ruby and Sophocles. Ruby stopped in her tracks when she saw the rainbow R on the front of his shirt. 'There's no way, right? That team was beaten by some guy years ago...' Ruby thought until he heard the man speak. "Hey, who are you?! Nobody should be able to enter Team Rocket's Castle!" the man questioned. "Team Rocket?! But that's impossible! Team Rocket was beaten years ago by someone named Red! It's old news in Kanto, but people still talk about it!" Ruby said, but as if her words didn't exist, Sophocles went on. "I-I have admin rights..." he tried to say until the man stomped his foot on the ground. "What?! How dare you try to confuse me with your nerdy language!" the man shouted before he turned around and took a moment to calm down. He cleared his throat and turned back towards Ruby and Sophocles. "No matter! Team Rocket's Castle is under our control! There's nothing you can do, whoever you are!" the man said, laughing while he walked away. Ruby clenched her fists and watched as the man walked off. "It seems like this group calls itself Team Rocket. They definitely don't seem like nice people..." Sophocles said. 'Of course they aren't. They steal Pokemon from people. They've even killed one before...' Ruby thought to herself. "I can't believe I've allowed Festival Plaza to be taken over by people like them..." Sophocles said, pacing around a bit while he put a hand to his chin. "Still... He said this castle was under their control. What exactly did he mean...?" he asked himself before returning to Ruby. "Give me a sec and I'll check," Sophocles said, taking out the same device he used to transport him and Ruby to the Festival Plaza. He pressed a few buttons, staring hard at the device. After a few moments, he put it away and turned his attention back to Ruby. "I've got it, Ruby... They have some sort of program lock that prevents us from using the Pokemon in our pary!" Sophocles said. "Well, that's just great. How do we clear these guys out of here, then?" Ruby asked, turning her attention towards a woman dressed the same way as the first man they saw, staring at the Battle Agency desk. 'Maybe...we don't have to use our own Pokemon,' Ruby wondered. "Do you have any ideas on how to get Team Rocket out of here, Ruby?" Sophocles asked. Ruby smiled a bit and turned back towards Sophocles. "How about the Battle Agency?" Ruby asked. "The Battle Agency...? Oh, of course! If we use the Battle Agency rules, we can use other people's Pokemon to battle! It doesn't matter if we can't use our own!" Sophocles replied, taking his device out once again. "Just a sec..." he said while he fiddled with his machine. "Using my admin rights to access the debug features... Rebooting the reception program..." Sophocles mumbled. In a flash of light, a female receptionist appeared behind the once empty Battle Agency desk. "I've made it so we can use the Battle Agency now, too... I wish there was more I could do...but I can't even access my full admin rights..." Sophocles said. "I can take care of it from here. Just leave it to me," Ruby said, making her way towards the Battle Agency desk. "I'll try and get back complete admin access while you keep them busy!" Sophocles said. Ruby turned and nodded in agreement before turning back around and walking to the desk. "Welcome to the Battle Agency!" the receptionist said with a smile. She gave Ruby the general rundown of how the Battle Agency worked before presenting her with three Poke Balls. Ruby looked up at the screen behind the receptionist to see what Pokemon were available. 'A Golisopod, and two Pokemon I've never seen before. Guzma has a Golisopod, and I doubt it let him down. I should pick that one,' Ruby thought, taking the first Poke Ball. Due to the glitches in the Festival Plaza, the Battle Agency could only provide Ruby with hologram trainers instead of actual people, but Ruby didn't really mind it. "Last but not least, before you begin, we request that you project the proper look of an agent at the Battle Agency. Good luck!" the receptionist said, handing Ruby a pair of sunglasses. "Um...ok. Thanks," Ruby said, putting on her sunglasses and stepping onto the transporter next to the desk. 'Here goes something," Ruby thought, closing her eyes as the receptionist hit a button on the bottom of her desk that activated the teleporter, sending Ruby to the stadium in an instant. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a large, mostly light blue stadium surrounded by silhouettes in the stands. Two other trainers were already in the stadium and Ruby guessed it was the trainers she was supposed to be battling with. She made her way over to the two, and once she did, the referee in the center of the stadium spoke up. "Let me introduce the trainers who will battle along with you," she said, but the two other trainers only gave generic responses. Ruby shook her head while a voice rang out through the stadium. "Installing a battle program... Type "Team Rainbow Rocket." "Rainbow Rocket?" Ruby asked as a man who looked exactly like the one who spoke to her and Sophocles earlier appeared and made his way over to the center of the stadium. "Oh! Who are you? I'll beat you!" the man said. 'He's just as generic as these other two...' Ruby thought. "Let's do this! Raticate, go!" the grunt said, throwing out his first Pokemon, a Raticate. However, this Raticate was nothing like the Alolan variety was. It was as Ruby remembered seeing in Kanto, a normal Raticate. "So that's how they're going to do things, huh? Alright, Golisopod, let's show him what we're made of!" Ruby said, sending out the Golisopod she was borrowing. "Alright, let's give this guy a good first impression, Golisopod!" Ruby called out. The Golisopod went forward and stabbed the Raticate with it's arms, doing significant damage until it started eating the berry it was holding. "That was nothing. Raticate, use Super Fang!" the grunt said. The Raticate's teeth began to glow white as it ran towards Golisopod and bit down hard on it's arm. Golisopod shook it's arm to get the Raticate off before running off behind Ruby, almost as if it was using her as a shield. "Oh right, Guzma's Golisopod did this too. Well, that's fantastic. Return for now," Ruby mumbled, returning the Golisopod to it's Poke Ball and turning towards the two generic trainers waiting for their chance. "So, who wants to go now?" Ruby asked. The sunglasses wearing boy stepped forward with his Poke Ball, sending out a Passimian. 'They may not talk much, but maybe they can actually do something,' Ruby thought. "It doesn't matter at all. Raticate, use another Super Fang!" the grunt said. Like before, the Raticate ran towards the Passimian and bit on it with it's fangs as hard as it could. As the Raticate was trying to return to it's trainer, the Passimian swung it's arm into the Raticate and threw it onto the ground. The impact with the ground was enough to make the Raticate faint. "Not bad, generic guy," Ruby said. While the boy didn't say anything, the Rainbow Rocket grunt was not happy. "You got lucky, kid. My next Pokemon won't be as easy to take down. Go, Golbat!" the grunt said, sending out his next Pokemon. "This one could be trouble," Ruby quietly said. "Golbat, use Screech!" the grunt ordered. The Golbat let out a loud, piercing noise that forced Ruby, the other trainers, and even the Passimian to block their ears. In an attempt to stop the noise, Passimian threw an Iron Ball it had with it at the Golbat. The attack was enough to knock Golbat out of the sky, but not enough to make it faint. At the very least, it had stopped making the noise. "You're getting on my nerves! Golbat, use Toxic!" the grunt said. The Golbat fired off a stream of purple liquid from it's mouth, poisoning the Passimian when it landed on it. The Passimian ran at the Golbat, despite being weakened by the poison, grabbing the bat Pokemon by it's legs and jumping into the air. It swung around in the air and threw the Golbat to the ground. Like the Raticate, it wasn't able to take the impact of the attack and fainted. "Alright, one more to go," Ruby said. "I'm not going to let you win! Arbok, go!" the grunt shouted, sending out his final Pokemon. Ruby turned his attention to the other girl standing next to her. "Hey, you're up," Ruby said. The girl gave a simple nod while the generic boy returned his Passimian. She stepped forward and threw out a Clawitzer. "Arbok, go for a Bite attack!" the grunt ordered. The Arbok charged at the Clawitzer and bit down on it's big claw with it's mouth. The Clawitzer shook the Arbok off and it slithered on back to it's trainer. "Go for another Bite, Arbok!" the grunt said. Like before, the Arbok charged at the Clawitzer and bit into it again. As the Arbok started going back to it's trainer, streams of brown water began to pour out of Clawitzer's claw, and the Pokemon fired the water out like a cannon at the Arbok. "Well...that's something you don't see every day," Ruby said mostly to herself. "No! I won't lose this! Arbok, use Wrap!" the grunt said. The Arbok slithered over and tried to wrap itself around Clawitzer's body, but mostly only managed to get around the Pokemon's large claw. The Clawitzer slowly tried to open it's claw, hitting the Arbok with another blast of water. The blast forced Arbok off of it and back towards it's trainer, causing the snake to slam right into the Rainbow Rocket grunt. A few moments passed and Ruby, along with the Rainbow Rocket grunt, were teleported out of the stadium and back to the Festival Plaza proper. "So, how about that?" Ruby said, crossing her arms with a smile on her face. "Impossible! This kid...defeated me?!" the Rainbow Rocket grunt questioned before stomping his foot on the ground. "That's unfair! You shouldn't be able to battle so effectively with other people's Pokemon!" the grunt added. He shook his head and pointed at Ruby and Sophocles, who had joined Ruby shortly after her return. "Bah... Get 'em, guys!" the man said. Several more Rainbow Rocket grunts who were standing around walked over, leaving Ruby and Sophocles surrounded. "We can't let you take back Team Rocket's Castle. The boss's plans depend on it!" the man said. "The boss?" Ruby asked. "Just in time... Full system restore!" Sophocles said. In a flash of light, several of the Festival Plaza workers had reappeared. Sophocles continued playing with his device in order to get the Rainbow Rocket grunts out of the Festival Plaza. "Target set to Team Rocket... Executing kick from Festival Plaza!" Sophocles added, pressing one more button. In moments, several of the Rainbow Rocket grunts began to dissapear. The first man, who seemed to be leading the group, made one final charge at Ruby before he also vanished. "That was a bit too close for comfort," Ruby said. "Whew... That was close. ...Thanks for your help, Ruby! You kept them busy just long enough for me to get back full admin access... I've used that access to lock Team Rocket from the Festival Plaza forever! I also restored all the features and everything to normal, too," Sophocles explained. "Actually, Sophocles, can you try to fix one more thing for me?" Ruby asked. "What other thing do you want me to fix? Sophocles asked. Ruby took a deep breath and told Sophocles everything that she knew about the voice in her head that guided her along her island challenge and how it had suddenly vanished after she had become the Champion. Hearing herself, she thought that the whole thing actually sounded a little crazy, but at the same time, she knew that the whole thing was real. "I'm telling you that it's all true. If it wasn't for that voice, I don't think I'd even be here right now," Ruby said, watching as Sophocles started walking away from her as if her entire story was nothing but crazy talk. Ruby sighed and walked back inside the castle, taking a seat in a nearby chair. 'I just want them to come back. Without the voice guiding me along, I don't think I ever would've become the champion of Alola. If they were here, maybe we could figure out what's going on with these Ultra Beasts and these Team Rainbow Rocket people. All I want is for things to go back to how they were before,' Ruby thought, looking up at the ceiling. For a few moments, she didn't hear anything at all. Deep down, she had hoped for something to happen, but when those hopes were proven to be a waste of time, Ruby shook her head and stood up. As she started walking towards the castle's exit, a faint, but familiar voice rang out. Ruby stopped and looked around, a part of her thinking she was finally losing it. "I must finally be hearing things," Ruby said until she heard the voice again, a bit clearer than before. She looked around once again just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. 'Is this really possible? How can I hear the voice again so suddenly? Is this some kind of sign or something?' Ruby wondered while she walked around a bit. She shook her head, a part of thinking the reason didn't really matter much. She knew that she could trust the voice to guide her along the way and hopefully help her figure out what was going on. So then I said "well, Diamond and Pearl suck because the games are ultra slow, and Platinum is the only thing saving Sinnoh from being on par with Kalos or Alola in terms of..." Um...Hi? What the heck is this? What's going on here. I finally have access to the Ultra Moon stuff and now Sophocles is thanking me for something and giving me an Eject Button. What even happened? Ever since Episode 14 ended, I've been locked out of my Ultra Moon project. I can only guess this was the work of the same person who's been breaking my script. Well, no worries, it's over now. Now we can start with Episode 15. Wait, what? What do you mean there's already an Episode 15? I never wrote an Episode 15. And who even titled this episode? I thought Team Rocket was censored...and wait, what? Is the script fixed? That's convenient. How did that even happen? This totally has something to do with the weird things going on since the whole Masked Royal case. Well...alright then. I guess we're back in business. I honestly had no intention of doing postgame since there's not even much to do in postgame, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Instead, let's talk about what goes down next here in the Gen 7 postgame. According to the game, what comes next takes place straight away after the Rainbow Rocket incident at the Festival Plaza. I won't argue with it, but to be honest, the whole thing just seems a little...eh. Anyway, how about we get on with the show. But first...who named the Type: Null you get without a choice after Gladion the Edgelord? It's also Modest, so it sucks too since Type: Null and Silvally learn almost no special attacks at all, or at least learn any worth using. I'll have to box it later. I'm beating around the bush, now, though. After the whole Festival Plaza fiasco, I guess instead of taking care of those boxes, she taught her Meowth how to turn on the TV. Pro tip, don't teach your pets to turn on electronics. After they walk away, we get to see a press conference from the Aether Paradise regarding the clouds that appeared over Poni Island, but we already know it was the whole Necrozma thing. Lusamine, who is actually crazy and not a good person at all, kinda just drops the bomb and says it was Necrozma's fault. I mean, we still get our praise and...Faba walks away. Ok, I didn't like him anyway. Moving on, as Lusamine rambles on, an Ultra Wormhole opens up and suddenly Rainbow Rocket guy tackles the cameraman. Apparently, there's chaos, but let's be real here, not much is actually going on because Lusamine went after a mysterious man. And so, the Rainbow Rocket Episode begins, postgame content added into Pokemon Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon, and since we're here, we may as well nuzlocke it. I know in the earlier stages of this run, I was on the fence about doing postgame, but at this point, I might as well do it. It gives me more reasons to complain about these games and how...lackluster they are in my opinion. So...Ultra Wormholes are still a thing, and after that little moment, there's someone at the door again. Because in this universe, people don't lock their doors, Lillie comes barging in, but at least she's nice about it...unlike a certain shirtless murderer I will be talking about briefly in the next episode. Anyway, turns out she saw the Ultra Wormhole problem at Aether Paradise, and she just tells us that she's going to see what's going on. I mean, we could always go and see what's up, but..we're not going to do that. Now, here's the thing. We aren't being forced to go to Aether Paradise. We can go there and handle business there anytime we want, so here's what we're gonna go. Some new areas have been unlocked now that we're conqueror of Alola, and that means encounters. That and I want to prove that these games lack in content. I mean, at the time of writing this, Let's Go Pikachu and Eevee have just released and those games have disappointingly small amounts of postgame content even though in my honest opinion, the entire game is a disappointment. We're not here to talk about those games, though. Next time, we will be doing everything we can except the Rainbow Rocket stuff. So, until next time. And no, I'm not catching the Tapus. They're sort of in the same class as the Lake Trio, but better, and even though I will be bending rules soon for certain reasons, I am marking the Tapus in the same class as legendaries like Zygarde and Necrozma. So yeah, we're not breaking the postgame extremely hard. Anyway, with that out of the way, until the next episode. Also, the Rainbow Rocket grunt theme is fantastic and you'll be doing yourself a favor by listening to it.
  15. Due to the nature of how this and most of Episode 16 are written, I'm posting them here instead of the same place as the other 14 episodes...because yeah. The run is finished so the remaining episodes will be released over time because I chose to do postgame. Without further delay, let's begin. Three days had passed since the crowning of Alola's new champion, Ruby. Ever since her victory over Hau, challengers who had completed their island challenges had been making their way up Mount Lanakila to challenge her almost endlessly. Along with the seemingly endless flow of trainers, the voice in Ruby's head that was guiding her along her adventure was suddenly gone, leaving the young trainer to figure things out on her own. While she could tell, without question, that something weird was going on, she was far too exhausted to think it over. After another long day of taking challenges from trainers who managed to defeat the Elite Four, Ruby walked into to her room, threw off her hat, and lied down on her bed. "Being the champion is a lot harder than I thought. When it's not challengers, it's problems popping up all over the region. Why is all of this the work of just the champion?" Ruby said to herself. She let out a sigh and turned to face the ceiling. "It's going to be another long day tomorrow. I guess all I can do is hope less people will come to challenge the Elite Four," Ruby added before she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Meanwhile, standing alone at the summit of the Alter of the Moone was a black haired boy carrying a suitcase in his hand. He smiled and took off the sunglasses he was wearing, looking towards the Ultra Wormhole with his cold, grey eyes. "That Kukui was a fool. I had a feeling he would fail to destroy our target. At least he managed to get me the tool I need for my backup plan," the boy said to himself, setting his suitcase down and taking out what looked like a remote. "At least our other problem has been contained for the time being, and Kukui no longer has any memory of me or my plans. Now, "Champion" Ruby, let's see how you fare against an Ultra Beast the likes you've never seen before. I will crush your hope and drown this region in shadows," the boy added, letting out a loud laugh as he pressed a button on his remote. A beam of blue shot into the Ultra Wormhole, as if it were in search of something. Early the next morning, Ruby slowly got out of bed and made her way out of her room. She didn't have much time before she heard the front door open and Hau stepped into the house. "Please, not right now..." Ruby mumbled. "A-lo-la!" Hau called out. Ruby let out a sigh and shook her head. "If it's not trainers every twenty minutes, it's this. Can't I just have one day of peace and quiet?" Ruby said mostly to herself while Hau was talking to her mom's Meowth. Slowly, she made her way over just as Hau turned his attention to her. "Oh, by the way. There were some pretty interesting people looking for you, too, Ruby. So, come on, let's get out there! The Champion of Alola doesn't get to just stay inside all day!" Hau said before heading outside. "I'd rather stay inside all day than go back up to that cold mountain and take challenges all day long. If I knew being the Champion would be this rough, I would've let Hau win," Ruby said until something came to her mind. 'But...why do I get this bad feeling that something horrible would happen if I did let him win?' Ruby thought. She remembered the voice in her head going on about Kukui doing something in another version of Alola, but at the time, she had only assumed it couldn't be true. For the time being, Ruby decided to forget about it and focus on what Hau said as she returned to her room to get ready. After taking the time to get herself ready, Ruby made her way outside to find Hau along with Phyco and Soliera. "Hello, Ruby. Congratulations on becoming Alola's first Champion," Soliera said to Ruby after she closed the door and walked down the stairs. "Oh...thanks," Ruby simply answered. "I heard the battle against Hau to decide the Champion was quite the spectacle," Soliera added. While Ruby wanted to say that something about the whole thing felt unusual, she instead chose to keep her mouth shut and listen to what the Ultra Recon Squad members had to say. "So, Champion, as they call you, would you be so kind as to give us your assistance?" Phyco asked. "Assistance? What kind of assistance?" Ruby questioned. "Ultra Beasts have appeared on Poni Island. Somehow, they managed come through the Ultra Wormhole at the alter," Soliera explained. "But that's not right. The last time Ultra Beasts came through wormholes, it was because of Necrozma. Something weird is going on around here," Ruby pointed out. "Yes, and at the same time, we are no match for these beasts. That is why we request your assistance, Champion," Pycho said. "Me and Decidueye are gonna go, too!" Hau said. "We were planning on heading over immediately. Would you care to come along?" Pycho continued. Ruby took a few moments to think it over before she shook her head. "If we're going to be dealing with Ultra Beasts, I'll need a few moments to get ready," Ruby replied. Pycho and Soliera looked at each other for a moment, then back to Ruby. "Very well. We will meet you beyond the Ancient Poni Path," Pycho said. The two Ultra Recon Squad members did their usual strange version of waving or whatever it was and started walking away along with Hau, leaving Ruby by herself. She let out a sigh and looked up at the sky. 'More Ultra Beasts? What's even going on here in Alola?' Ruby thought, looking ahead towards the nearby Pokemon Center. "Well...I better go and get ready. If that weird jellyfish Ultra Beast or Necrozma are any indication, these new Ultra Beasts won't be so easy to bring down," Ruby said while she walked towards the Pokemon Center, making a mental list of how many Hyper Potions she may need to buy in order to be ready. After a trip to the Pokemon Center to get one of her Pokemon from the PC along with getting some more potions, Ruby used her Ride Pager to Charizard Glide to Poni Breaker Coast. From what she remembered the last time she was on Poni Island, a man was blocking the way deeper into the island, telling her to return when she became a champion. On her way over, she spotted Hau talking to the woman from the Aether Foundation, Wicke. 'It's that woman from Aether Paradise. What is she doing here?' Ruby thought to herself while she walked through the tall grass and made her way over to the two. "Ruby! Over here!" Hau called out. Once Ruby reached Hau and Wicke, she was warned of the Ultra Beasts running wild in Poni Grove. "So I guess this whole thing wasn't some excuse to get me away from the league..." Ruby mumbled to herself. "My young friend Ruby. Congratulations on becoming Champion. I heard you and Master Hau will be looking into the mysteries of the Ultra Beasts, is that right?" Wicke said. "Yeah, we have it covered. If there's a disaster involving the Ultra Beasts, it's up to the Champion to put a stop to it, right?" Ruby replied. Wicke smiled a bit. "I will support you however I can. I've brought you both a little something," Wicke said, pulling a couple of Big Malasadas out of the bag she was carrying and handing one to each of the kids. "Oh...thanks. I'll be sure to eat it later," Ruby replied, trying her best to hide her disappointment. "Young Master Gladion also left something with me for you. It is Type: Null," Wicke said, causing Ruby to take a surprised step back. "A Type: Null? But why?" Ruby asked, deciding to put that thought on hold when something else came to mind. 'Normally, that voice in my head tells me what nickname I'll give my new Pokemon. It's still gone, so...what do I name this Type: Null?' Ruby wondered. She walked around in a circle for a few moments, playing with her hair as she thought. It took her a few moments before a name came to mind. "I'll call it Gladion," Ruby said, accepting the Poke Ball from Wicke and putting it in her bag along with the rest of her Poke Balls. Once she was all set, she looked past Wicke at the area up ahead. "So they're up ahead? The Ultra Beasts, I mean," Ruby asked. "Yes, but before you go, I have something else for you," Wicke replied, searching through her bag again. 'There's more?' Ruby wondered shortly before Wicke thrusted a stack of discs into Ruby's arms. "You'll need these to change the type of Type: Null's evolution, Silvally," Wicke said with a smile. "Oh, thanks. I'll have to thank Gladion when he comes back," Ruby said while she dumped the discs on the ground and started putting them into her bag one at a time. "The Ultra Recon Squad is already waiting for you in Poni Grove. You should go and join them when you're ready," Wicke said, closing her bag and starting to walk away. "Ruby, I'm going to go on ahead," Hau said, turning away from Ruby and heading north. Once Ruby had finished putting away the discs given to her by Wicke, she looked towards the grove. 'Well, here goes something...' she thought to herself and made her way into Poni Grove. Stepping through the large, grassy space, Ruby made her way over to where Phyco and Soliera were waiting along with Hau. "Thank you very much for coming, the Ultra Beast, now called Stakataka, are lost and wandering in Poni Grove," Soliera explained. 'If they're just lost, then why did you even call me here? Couldn't you just have Hau take care of this? There's probably some kind of catch, right?' Ruby wondered. "It is my guess that they are distraught... They most likely will attack anything they see," Phyco added. 'And there's the catch,' Ruby thought before Soliera walked over to her and handed her several Beast Balls. "And here are some Beast Balls. Normally, you would have to buy these at Aether Paradise, but they were kind enough to give some to us," Soliera said. "So we're going to catch these Ultra Beasts?" Ruby asked. "We leave that to you two. All we wish for is that the Stakataka be able to live peacefully," Soliera answered. "We have learned from what happened with Necrozma. We must not try to control these creatures but focus on protecting them. It would put both ourselves and the Stakataka at ease if you would capture them," Phycho said. "Whatever floats your boat, pal," Ruby mumbled. "Sounds good to me! C'mon, Ruby! Let's go help the Stakataka!" "Hau, we don't even know what these things-" Ruby tried to say, but Hau had alread run off towards the tall grass. "Stakataka! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Hau called out. 'I don't think I'll ever understand him,' Ruby thought, turning away from Hau towards the tall grass straight ahead of her. 'I really hope that these Ultra Beasts aren't as dangerous as Necrozma was. When I fought that thing, it didn't just make my Pokemon faint. It...killed them. It hasn't even just been Necrozma. All throughout my island challenge, my Pokemon have been dying instead of fainting...but why isn't it happening to anyone else?' Ruby thought to herself until she had realized she walked right into the tall grass. An unfamiliar cry pushed her out of her thoughts and turned her attention towards something up ahead. Ruby slowly approached the unfamiliar cry only for a being made of dark-gray, square stoned lifeforms stacked together like a tower with a leg extending from each corner. Ruby fell back in surprise when the beast shot out of the grass. "T-this must be it," Ruby said, digging through her bag for one of her Poke Balls in a hurry. "Master Derp, I choose you!" Ruby called out after she got her hands on one of her Poke Balls and throwing it up into the air. The ball opened up and Master Derp, her Slowbro that had been with her for most of her island challenge emerged in a flash of light. Master Derp absently stared at the Ultra Beast in front of him, as if he had no idea where he was or what was going on. "Alright, Master Derp, go and-" Ruby was about to say until she noticed a strange red aura begin to cover the Stakataka. 'It's just like with that jellyfish and Necrozma. I better be careful. This thing might have a trick up it's sleeve,' Ruby thought. "Master Derp, use Ice Beam!" Ruby called out. For a moment, Master Derp turned to face her with his usual absentminded expression. After a moment, he turned back towards the Ultra Beast and opened it's mouth while a light blue ball began to form in front of it. He fired off light blue beams at the Stakataka, but the attack didn't seem to have much of an effect. The beast shook off Master Derp's attack easily while it's eyes turned red and it's body became surrounded by a white aura. It charged right at Master Derp and slammed into him, pushing the Slowbro back a bit. As always, Master Derp didn't seem very bothered by it. "Ok, that didn't work. Let's try a Psychic. Don't go too overboard, Master Derp. We're trying to catch it, not make it faint," Ruby said. Master Derp gave a delayed cry of agreement and his eyes began to glow light blue while his intended target became outlined in light blue. Master Derp slowly lifted up Stakataka using it's Psychic, sweat running down his forehead due to the Ultra Beast's weight. The most Master Derp could do was push the Stakataka back a little bit before it came charging in with another Iron Head. Unlike before, however, the Ultra Beast's attack was a bit weaker than before. "I think we've got it, Master Derp. Go for one more Ice Beam and I'll try the Beast Ball after that," Ruby said while her Pokemon followed her command and fired off another beam of ice. Master Derp ended up taking a third Iron Head, but the constant assault didn't concern him at all. Sometimes, Ruby wondered if anything bothered her Slowbro, but she decided not to think about it and pulled a Beast Ball out of her bag. "Alright, here goes something!" Ruby said, tossing the ball at the Ultra Beast. The Stakataka was taken into the ball and the Beast Ball itself landed on the ground. Ruby held her breath as the ball shook once. She took a step forward after the second shake, and with the third, she was convinced that it would break out. When the ball stopped shaking and confirmed that the Stakataka was caught, she let out a sigh of relief. "That wasn't so bad. Good work, Master Derp. Return for now," Ruby said while she walked over to the Beast Ball. Master Derp only turned his head in confusion before being returned to his Poke Ball. "That's one down. I wonder what I should name this thing," Ruby said to herself, shaking her head. 'I can think of a name later. I wonder how Hau is doing. He may be a decent trainer, but can he really stand up to an Ultra Beast on his own?' Ruby thought. "Ruby! Over here!" Hau called out. Ruby put the ball in her bag when she heard Hau's call and rejoined him and the Ultra Recon Squad at the center of the grove. "That Stakataka was too strong! I was nowhere even close to catching it!" Hau said. 'Why am I not surprised?' Ruby wondered. "No matter! It will likely keep a low profile now and won't attack other Pokemon for some time. We can use this time to analyze the data we gathered and, with the help of the Aether Foundation, hopefully capture it," Phyco explained. "Yes... It seems there are still some Stakataka wandering about," Soliera added. "There's more of them? And here I thought this was going to be a short task," Ruby mumbled. "Gotcha! I'll be sure to capture one this time and hand it over to the Ultra Recon Squad!" Hau said before running back into the tall grass. "Stakataka, whe-e-ere are you?" Ruby heard Hau call out. She shook her head and made her way back into the tall grass. 'I guess I can use the same strategy as last time. I still wonder why these Ultra Beasts are even here of all places,' Ruby thought, wandering around in the grass until another Stakataka decided to show itself. Relying on the same strategy with Master Derp, Ruby was able to easily catch herself a second Stakataka. 'If Hau managed to get one of them, this whole mess should hopefully be cleared up,' Ruby thought as she rejoined Hau and the Ultra Recon Squad once again. "We received the Stakataka Hau was able to capture," Soliera said. "Together with the Aether Foundation, we should be able to gather useful data in order to protect the Ultra Beasts," Phyco said. "So you won't need me anymore, right?" Ruby quietly asked. "I expected no less from the two who competed for the championship. You've helped us resolve a very delicate situation. We thank you," Phyco added, completely ignoring what Ruby said. "We take our leave now. Until we meet again..." Soliera said. The two did their usual weird hand motions and walked away, leaving Ruby alone with Hau. "Those were some epic battles! Decidueye had a good time, too! C'mon Ruby. Let's head home," Hau said. "I would, but I have to take on challengers at the league today. Sorry, but you go on ahead," Ruby said. "Oh, alright. I'll see you later, then," Hau said with his usual smile and ran off. Ruby looked back towards the grove where the Stakataka wandered around and crossed her arms. 'Why are all these things suddenly happening? The voice in my head dissapeared, these Ultra Beasts suddenly appeared, and my Pokemon are dying. I thought things would be normal when we moved to Alola. I guess it's never easy,' Ruby thought, shaking her head while she turned around and started to walk away. Once Ruby was gone, the black haired boy stepped out of his hiding place in the shadows. "I'm a bit surprised. Luckily, those Ultra Beasts made for a good distraction. No matter, for my real plan should be going into action soon enough. I hope you're ready, Champion of Alola, and you, the one from the outside world guiding her along," the boy said to himself, laughing a bit to himself. "No need to be a spectator in the game any longer. If he fails, then so be it. I must begin planning the next stage," the boy continued, laughing loudly as his body began to fade into darkness.
  16. *it was a peaceful night at Rei & Ru's residence as Rei gets tucked into her bed by her sister, Ru* Ashliel sagren Zeno Yesnorin Ru chan..? can Ru chan tell a bed time story..? *Ru sighs as she grabs a chair and sits next to her sister in bed* alright... ill tell you a story about the past you didnt know, Rei... In a different dimension compared to here, humans are non-existent, Xolleran, The Immortal Moon, and in the middle of Xolloran stands a tree, as old as the world itself. The residence of the world calls it, Yggdrasil, The Council For the Gods. Surrounding Yggdrasil is a country, named Tempest, where all races are at peace. The 4 main countries surrounding Tempest are, to the north, Eterni, The Country of Arch Angels. The south, Mungetsu, The Country of Arch Demons. The west, Owen, The Country of High Elves, and the east, Othos, The Country of Dragonkins. Each having a representative to represent their corresponding countries, Usiu, The Seraphim of Angels. Valafar, Grand Duke of Demons. Zeno Yesnorin, Doomsman of Valar, and Atho, Dragon Lord. The countries were at peace like always until one fateful moment that changed the history of Xelloran once and for all, The death of a God. Unannounced to other countries, Valafar invaded Othos as a response to the death of the God, showing the other Deities the powers Valafar has, in response to the invasion of Othos, Usiu orders Thones, Generals of the Arch Angels, to defend Othos from Mungestu. Furious, Valafar retaliates by sending Sagren, The First Hierarchy, to gather information of the forces of Eterni. During his travels to Eterni, Sagren stops by Tempest, unaffected by the conflict as the country was protected by Yggdrasil's immense aura. As Segren gathers information of other forces as well as Eterni's forces he counters a beautiful kitsune, unbeknownst to him, she was one of the Thones named Ashliel. Becoming attracted to Ashiel, Segren confesses his love to her as they become engaged. Years past even with the war still going on between Mungetsu and Eterni, Sergren's orders were soon to come to an end when he find out that his lovely fiance was one of the Thones of the Arch Angels, he sends a false report to Valafar, leading to the first defeat of Mungetsu's overwhelming army. Enraged by the false report and the loss of the battle, Valfar orders Ozud, The First Hierarchic and a sibling of Segren, to execute Segren for reporting a false report as well as committing a Taboo with the Arch Angel. Meanwhile, Ashliel, engaged by Segren, The Frist Hierarchy of the Demons, reports it to Usiu, the Seraphim, about the engagement as well as the babies that she has with Segren. Usiu, outraged by the idea of an Angel having children with a Demon, exiles her from Eterni but not before blessing Ashiel's children that are still in her womb. Segren, being shocked by the news that Ashiel has been exiled from her own kin, Segren settles down with Ashiel in a small home in Tempest. Not long after Segren and Ashiel gets married, Ashiel gives birth to twins where they name the older sister Ru, and the younger sister, Rei. The twins were born with unimaginable powers, Ru having her powers from her father, made her dominant right eye turn bright red while her non dominant left eye were blue due to the angelic powers from her mother, Rei in the other hand, was the opposite, gaining her mother's powers and tuning her right eye blue and her left eye bright red. As the children grew with the loving care from their family, a prophecy was created, "AS THE CHILDREN OF NEPHALEM REACHES THE AGE OF 16, A NEW GOD WILL EMERGE, RESULTING THE DESTRUCTION OF YGGDRASIL". Terrified of the prophecy, the citizens of Tempest exiled the family out of the country, leaving them homeless, Zeno Yesnorin embraced them with open arms as he gave settlement to the family for them to stay as long as they wanted to. Athos, the Dragon Lord, being heard about the prophecy, challenged the Gods for the Right of the Gods for the sworn protection of Rei & Ru's family as he sensed great danger for them in the near future. As the children reached 10 years of age, Ozud appears in front of Ru as he kindly ask where her parents are, unbeknownst to her, she and Rei willingly escorts Ozud to their house as Segren, immediately recognizing his sibling and his intentions, orders Ashiel to run away with the kids to a safe place away from here. Ashiel agrees as she takes the kids and runs for their lives but not before seeing their father being brutally killed by his sibling in front of the family. Devastated with the sight of their father right in front of their eyes, Ru, filled with wraith and anger, sets herself free from her mother's grasp as she runs towards Ozud. Activating her powers, she manifests a half demon, half angel wing that gave her flight and extreme speed, as well as manifesting a demonic right arm that she attacks Ozud right in the face with, tearing his eye out and bleeding from the face. As Ru goes for another strike, Atho appears from a portal in front of her, taking her strike but taking no damage thanks to his hard scales. Atho hugs Ru as she bursts out crying for her dead father, seeing the opportunity, Ozud flees from the place to heal his critical wounds. 6 years past after the death of Segren. As the children of Nephalem reached the age of 16, an old God emerged from the darkness, Ysyn, The God of Endings, swore to end all beings of Xolloran. As Ysyn starts to destroy the Yggdrasil, the echos of the Gods in Yggdrasil spreads the whole realm of Xolloran, creating massive panic and devastation of Tempest. As news of the destruction of Tempest and the Echos of the Gods spreads across the realm, Usiu sends Cherubim to seek out Ashliel for her help and her powers one last time. Ashliel accepts the call as she heads into battle agaisnt Ysyn with Ozud, Zeno Yesorin, Usiu and Atho. Rei and Ru, not wanting to lose their mother like their father, follows Ashliel into battle without being noticed by her. In the midest of battle between Ysyn and Xolloran, Valafar, whom was watching the battle from afar, notices the twins that were hiding in the forest near the destroyed country of Tempest. Valafar flies into them as he attacks them from the sky, Ru sensing an evil force in the sky, notices Valafar going for them. As Valafar strikes the twin, Ru protects Rei by shielding her with her body, taking a serious hit from Valafar. Hearing the screams of Ru, Ashliel finally notices her daughters in the forest and retreats from the battle to save her daughters from Valafar. As Valafar goes in for the killing blow, Ashliel stands in front of her daughters as Valafar strikes Ashliel right through her heart. Valafar's arm, being through her heart as he holds Ashliel's still beating heart, crushes it right in front of her daughter's eyes, Ashliel's blood dripping down the twin's cheek, Valafar throws Ashliel's dying body away as the twins dashes for their mother, crying. Valafar, laughing menacingly with the death of both Segren and Ashliel, goes for Ysyn as his final test to become a God. Sensing the decaying life force of Ashliel, Usiu and Atho immediately heads towards her as they see Rei and Ru crying for their dead mother that tried to protect them one last time. Atho backs up in fear as he starts to feel the terror suddenly emitting from the twin so devastating that it made Usiu, The Seraphim of Angels tremble in fear. Ysyn, feeling the aura from the forest focuses his attention to the aura as he feels threat from it, charging up his attack to destroy the cause of the threat. Atho sensing great danger, puts up a portal to a differnt dimension right behinds the twins as he orders Usiu to send the twins through the portal as he tries to deflect the devastating attack. As the twins were thrown through the portal by Usiu, the portal closed right before a blinding light shun upon them. The twin were in a different dimension to Xolleran, Ru falls on the ground with heavy bleeding as Rei scream for help when someone stopped Ru's bleeding. The stranger leaned into Ru to heal her, the stranger reveals to them that he is Aeon, The God of Time and that he stopped the flow of time of Xolleran for the twin's return as well as the twin's rightful place as the new Gods of Yggdrasil. The stranger then leaves, leaving an envelope with a key and an address that lead them to a house where they soon lived till now... Is that all real Ru chan? *Ru shrugs her shoulders as she stands up, and walks out of the door as she turns the light off* well you can fabricate origin story however you want, my dear sister. Its getting late, you should get some rest Rei, we have lots of things to do tomorrow *Rei tucks deeper into her blanket as Ru leaves Rei's room, rubbing her unseen scar over her shoulder* us, Nephalem, is our sworn duty to destroy Ysyn... but Rei isnt ready yet... we need more time Aeon.... just a bit more time till she's ready.... p.s. sorry if there is so much grammatical error.. English isn't my forte... but thanks for reading till the end
  17. What's this? I'm actually writing more of this? Well, it is National Novel Writing Month, and that means forcing myself to not edit my own writing. It's also a first draft, so there are sure to be mistakes here and there, but either way, I hope you enjoy. 'This world is divided by light and darkness. Those who side with the light, and those who choose to walk the path of darkness. It is a world where humans can obtain special powers through hard work and training. Some are born with their power. People can use their powers for whatever they want. For justice or for chaos. Most people don't even know their powers exist, so they live normal lives, unaware of their potential.' "Zero! Stop daydreaming and focus!" Zero heard the loud voice of his father and opened his eyes, remembering he was still in the middle of the day's training session. He had to beat his father in a sparring match using the short sword he normally used during training against his old man's personal greataxe. The brown haired boy got into a fighting stance and prepared himself for whatever his old man had in store for him. The man took a few slow steps forward in an attempt to fake Zero out before charging right at him. He raised the axe in his hands and swung at Zero. Since the swing was slow, Zero easily evaded the initial swing by jumping back. When the axe slammed into the ground, Zero's dad tightened his grip on his weapon, focusing his power on the earth. A pillar of earth erupted from the ground in front of where the axe was stuck, flying straight at Zero. 'Looks like he's changing up his strategy,' Zero thought. He ducked to avoid the pillar coming at him, but the action left him vulnerable for a potential follow up attack. The ground below Zero began to glow a bit shortly before a second pillar of earth came out of the ground and hit Zero in the chest, sending him flying into the air. 'Are you serious? A second attack? He's not playing around today,' Zero thought, moving his free hand towards his chest while he fell. In the time Zero was falling back down to the ground, his dad had pulled his axe out of the ground and waited for Zero to get close to the ground in order to hit him when he couldn't defend himself well. He swung the axe once Zero got close enough to the ground, but Zero used his own short sword to attempt blocking the attack. While he had managed to avoid any fatal injuries, he was pushed away by the sheer force of the swing and crashed to the ground. His body slid against the ground, dirt and dead grass getting on his arm and the side of his t-shirt. "What's going on, Jared? Why are you so eager to cleave me in half today?" Zero questioned while he slowly got back on his feet. He raised his sword again in preparation for whatever his dad had in store for him next. "Training should be as close to real combat as possible. You know this, Zero. If you want to awaken your power, I have to push you to your limits. Now, stop talking and fight, otherwise you'll be skipping out on dinner tonight," Jared replied while he readied himself. "Tyrant," Zero mumbled. He let out a low sigh and took a look around Jared, biting his lip after his short analysis of the area. Jared had been standing in an area of the backyard where there was no grass at all, which would allow him to use his power with no grass numbing the force of his earth based abilities. Zero nodded to himself and made a run for Jared, dragging his sword across the dead grass. Jared took a defensive stance in response to this. When Zero saw this, a small smile crept up on his face. Instead of going for a head on attack, Zero leaped into the air in an attempt to get behind his dad. 'Didn't see this coming, did you?' Zero thought when he landed behind Jared, throwing the sword aside and tackling the man from behind. Jared had not expected Zero's move, but tried to move against the boy. Zero had the edge in the situation and managed to push Jared onto the dead grass. When Zero pushed Jared, he stumbled a few steps forward. Jared looked behind him to find Zero making run for his sword. "Don't abandon your weapon, you fool!" Jared shouted, turning around and weaving his fingers around a bit. Several rock spires came rising from the ground around Zero's sword in order to keep him away from the weapon. When Zero tried to get close to the rock spires, rocky spikes came jutting out of the spires. Zero wasn't able to avoid being cut by a few of the spikes. Zero quickly jumped back a few paces while he wiped a bit of blood off a cut on his cheek. With his target defenseless, Jared took a chance to strike. He ran at Zero and swung at him. Zero prepared to avoid this attack, but instead of continuing his swing, Jared faked the boy out and followed up by kicking him in the chest when he got within range. Zero hit the ground hard, but he had no time to catch his breath as Jared jumped into the air and tried to impale him with his axe. Zero rolled out of the way of the attack, narrowly avoiding the axe as it slammed into the ground. While Jared worked on pulling his axe out of the ground, Zero got back on his feet again and made a beeline for the rock spires keeping his weapon trapped. As he ran, Jared pulled his axe out of the ground and turned towards Zero again. Jared ran after Zero while he lifted his axe in preparation for another attack. Even though he had managed to grab his weapon, Jared was a step ahead of him. When Zero had attempted to get out of the circle of broken rock spires, Jared was standing over him, ready to swing his axe at him. When Jared swung the axe down on Zero, he tried to block with his sword. "You're not strong enough to hold back my attack forever, Zero. After all, you've already lost," Jared pointed out. Zero didn't respond, mostly because he was putting everything he had into holding back Jared's attack. Jared was already prepared to put an end to the fight with his rock spire circle, but he was forced to move away and avoid a kitchen knife that was flying right at his head. "That's quite enough, dear. You're trying to invoke his awakening, not kill him," a woman's voice calmly pointed out. Walking towards the scene from the house was a short, brown haired woman wearing an apron over her light blue sundress. Zero let out a long sigh of relief when he finally got the chance to relax. "You're a lifesaver, mom," Zero said. The woman gave Zero a small smile before she returned her attention to Jared. "You're being far too rough with him, Jared. He isn't another one of your trainees from back in the old days. Plus, instead of nearly trying to kill our son, you could be inside, helping with dinner. You know we have a guest coming over tonight, but here you are." Zero's mom continued while Jared made his way over to her. "Christa, you need to understand that I'm-" "I'm sorry, you're what?" Christa questioned. Several knives created from water materialized in her hands as she glared at her husband. Jared quickly glanced over to Zero for a moment, then back to his wife. "I'll go get cleaned up and help get dinner started. That's what I wanted you to understand," Jared quickly replied once he thought up something. The axe in his hands disappeared and the man started running towards the house in a panic. Once Jared was gone, the knives in Christa's hands vanished and she returned her attention to Zero, who was also a bit frightened from his mother's sudden change of tone. She simply smiled and helped him stand back up. "Why don't you put that sword away and go inside? It'll be time for dinner soon," Christa asked with a smile. "Y-yes, ma'am!" Zero replied right away as he turned towards the back of the yard towards an old wooden shed. Before he could take more than a few steps, Christa put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around. With the same calm smile on her face he was used to seeing, Christa put a hand on Zero's head. "Don't take what your father says so hard. Even if he's rough with you during training, he does love you. We both love you," Christa said, but Zero shrugged and turned away from her. "Yeah, I know. Why do you say that every day? It's kind of annoying," Zero replied before he started walking towards the shed. Christa reached out for him as he walked away while she looked down at the ground. "Because we don't want you to go back to how you used to be," Christa whispered to herself. Once Zero had put away the sword, he went inside and returned to his room to get a bit of rest. He spent a few minutes pretending to swing around a sword as a bit of self practice before he let out a low sigh and lowered his hand. "It's been five years since I started my training. I wonder when I'll finally get powers like mom and Jared," Zero questioned himself while he lied down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. 'Maybe if I had a weapon of my own and powers like them, I could do something. Go to school like normal kids or maybe do some good for the world like some kind of superhero...' Zero thought to himself. He shook his head while he sat up. "Instead, I'm stuck here in a nowhere town where everyone knows everyone. Nothing ever happens around this place. I could be using my skills for something productive," Zero said to himself while he stood up. He threw on a t-shirt he had laying on the floor and decided to confront his parents about it. On his way down the stairs, he could hear his parents talking with someone. Zero stopped when he heard the voices and slowly snuck down the steps, peeking into the living room to find Christa and Jared sitting on one of the couches in the living room with an unfamiliar man in a gray t-shirt sitting in a chair across from them, taking a sip from a teacup. "And that's generally where things stand right now. It's been a mess over there since the first incident two years ago. The police say it's due to unknown causes, but that's a load of crap. Check these out," the man said, opening up a folder and tossing a number of pictures onto the coffee table between the three adults. Jared picked up one of the images, but all he could see was a blurry black figure with golden eyes surrounded by red. "Bruce, what the hell are these? Is this some kind of joke?" Jared questioned while he threw the picture back onto the table. "These are pictures taken by someone who claims to have seen monsters in Star City, the same place where the first incident took place. In his story, he's also claiming that these same monsters are responsible for a number of disappearances over the past year," Bruce replied. Jared sighed and shook his head. "And why are you coming to us with your little monster story? We're out of the business now, Bruce. We already have enough to worry about between Zero's training and the assassins he's sending after us," Jared said. "Come on, Titan. You and Scarlet Blade here are professionals. A little monster problem is nothing for a duo like you. I'm giving you two a prime opportunity here to get back in the business. You can even get your son in on-" "Out of the question," Christa said. "Are you serious? A little field experience could do the boy some good. He won't improve just from physical training and sparring matches he can't win," Bruce asked. "As I said, out of the question. Zero will not leave our protection until we feel he is ready. Now, I suggest you drop this little suggestion or else," Christa replied while the air around her began to get colder. Bruce leaned back in his chair as he watched a smile slowly make it's way onto Christa's face. "How about I just give you two some time to think things over?" Bruce asked while he slowly started gathering up the pictures and his folder. "There's nothing to think about, Bruce. We're not going to-" "That's just what you're thinking right now, Earth Titan. Sit down over some tea and talk it over. I'll be back just in time for dinner," Bruce said before Jared could finish talking. The man stood up and started making his way towards the front door. Hearing the approaching footsteps, Zero hurried back up the stairs to hide from Bruce. The man stopped in front of the door, turning back towards Jared and Christa. "You two should seriously consider this offer. I came here to you as a friend. This is a well paying mission just to deal with some monsters, and I'd hate to see you pass it up. After all, this whole thing may be more than it looks like on paper. Keep that in mind when you're making your decision," Bruce said, his tone suddenly becoming serious. Once he said his piece, he opened up the door and walked outside. Jared and Christa were left alone to consider Bruce's offer and the information he had given them. "What do you think, Christa? If what Bruce said is right, this job should be simple enough for the two of us to take on," Jared said, but Christa shook her head. "I think we should focus more on Zero's training. After all, it was because we were busy with that mercenary work that he ended up..." Christa answered, stopping herself before she finished her sentence. "You may be right. Even though that power has shown no signs of surfacing, we can't leave Zero here by himself," Jared said. "Then it's agreed. When Bruce comes back later for dinner, we'll decline his offer. After all, it's important that we monitor Zero's condition, especially considering that mad scientist is out there somewhere," Christa said while she stood up and grabbed Bruce's leftover cup from off the table. She glanced over to the door for a moment, considering what Bruce had said before he left. After a moment, she shook her head and started walking into the kitchen. While Jared and Christa were in the middle of their conversation, Zero returned to his room and sat down on his bed while he thought about what he heard. 'Monsters in Star City, huh? I know there used to be talk on the news about strange things going on around there, but those reports suddenly stopped a few months ago? That Bruce guy said it was an easy job. Maybe it's something even I could do, but...' Zero thought to himself, clenching his fists when he remembered what Christa had said. 'Zero will not leave our protection until we feel he is ready,' Zero remembered hearing his mother say to Bruce. He slowly stood up and walked towards the door while he clenched his fists. "How long will that be, though? Until they're old and grey? I might not have any powers yet, but I know I have what it takes to fight off a few monsters by myself," Zero said while he put on his shoes and walked out of his room. As he made his way down the stairs, he could hear Christa barking orders to Jared, who was in the middle of cleaning up the backyard. Without bothering to check up on when dinner would be done, Zero walked out the front door and began walking away from the house. Zero and his family lived in a small, two story house surrounded by trees. They lived away from any neighbors to avoid noise complaints during Zero's training sessions. Black curtains covered the windows to make it seem like nobody was home. At the same time, however, Zero felt like it was another way his parents tried to seclude him from anyone his age living in the small town. As he walked away, a figure in a gray cloak watched him, then turned towards the house. The thick black chains wrapped around his arms rattled a bit when he moved. "The target has been found," the man said quietly to himself. 'It must be nice...to live however you want,' Zero thought to himself, sitting on a swing while he watched a couple of kids running around, playing tag. After he left the house, he made his way to the local elementary school's playground in order to get away from home for a bit. The kids were too busy with their game to really notice Zero. He let out a sigh, looking towards the slowly setting sun. "Why am I stuck in this town? Why do they watch me and keep me contained like I'm some prisoner or something? " Zero wondered, looking back down at the kids. As he watched them running and laughing without a care in the world, an image of a young, black haired girl flashed through his mind. Zero slowly closed his eyes, turning away from the kids. "One day, I won't just be an outsider. I'll explore the world and help people. I'll be more like normal people. Maybe I'll even awaken my power," Zero said to himself, smiling a bit. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard a faint growling coming from close by. A part of him was glad that nobody else was around to hear his stomach growl. "Looks like it's about that time. Dinner should be done by now. Mom will kill me if I'm not there soon," Zero added, standing up and walking away from the swingset. As he started walking away, a single thought came to his mind. 'Who was that girl? Why did she seem so familiar?' Zero thought to himself. He shook his head when no details about the girl and who she might've been came to mind. "I must just be tired. Jared hasn't been holding back in training the past few days. I think the old man is getting paranoid or something with all that talk about assassins. Even if I asked about it, they probably wouldn't tell me anything," Zero said, stopping when he realized he was already on the path back to his house. While he knew the school wasn't too far away, he had not expected to get back so quickly. Zero looked towards the house and let out a sigh. As Zero made his way back to his house, he would take occasional glances towards the trees in case his dad was planning on surprising him and scolding him for going out before dinnertime. Luckily for him, he managed to reach the front door of the house without incident. He took one final glance around before he opened up the door. "I'm back," Zero tried to say, but when he opened up the door, his nose was hit by a strong, metallic scent. Zero took a few careful steps back as the door slowly opened up. None of the lights in the house were on, but thanks to the light of the sunset, Zero was able to spot something near the bottom of the stairs. From where Zero was standing, he could see a familiar piece of light blue cloth with several dark red splotches on it. Zero slowly stepped into the house when he saw the cloth, trying to endure the strong smell that would assault his nose when he stepped inside. 'This looks a lot like the dress mom was wearing. Did she get into a fight with Jared or something?' Zero wondered, quickly shaking his head and dismissing the thought from his mind. 'No, that's impossible. Jared may be a bit of a meathead and a dirty fighter, but he wouldn't lay a hand on mom. If anything, she'd be the one hurting him,' he added, walking towards the living room. Using the sunlight to guide him, Zero walked along the wall towards the nearest light switch in order to brighten up the room. When he saw the state of the living room, a part of him wanted to just turn off the lights and pretend the whole thing was a dream. The room was in shambles. The two large couches had been thrown around, both of them full of holes. The coffee table that was once in the middle of the room was broken into pieces while pieces of the broken table were lodged into the wall along with several knives that were likely from the kitchen. The TV had been thrown in a random direction, and like the couches, was filled with holes. Other than the knives, there were large cuts and streaks of blood on the walls. "What the hell...?" Zero finally said after getting a good look at the scene. His eyes followed the trail of chaos towards the hall leading to the dining room and kitchen. Zero took a deep breath, ignoring the strong smell all around him and started walking towards the kitchen. On his way, he tried to listen for any noises or sounds of fighting, but he heard nothing except his own footsteps as he walked across the wooden floor. 'What is going on here? Where's mom and Jared?' Zero wondered, stopping in front of a closet door in the hall on the way to the kitchen. When he opened up the door, he found a series of swords, hand axes and knives shoved inside. Zero quickly grabbed a sword and closed the closet door, turning back towards the kitchen. He continued moving down the hall, keeping the sword close to him just in case. Like the living room, the lights in the kitchen weren't on, but the smell of blood was much stronger compared to the living room. The overwhelming smell made Zero stop walking. He slowly inched forward towards the dark kitchen, unaware that his arms were shaking as he moved. Stepping into the dark kitchen, Zero slowly reached for the closest switch on the wall to turn the kitchen lights on. Like the living rooms, there were clear signs of a struggle. In the dining room, the table had been broken in half while broken pieces of glass bowls littered the floor. Food had been left laying on the floor. More holes and bloodstains littered the walls and the three chairs that were once at the table were nothing but broken piles of wood. When Zero looked towards the kitchen, he noticed a single, large pool of blood in front of the oven along with a drag mark leading to the backyard. Seeing no other options, Zero followed the trail of blood to the backyard, but the moment he stepped outside and looked towards where the trail of blood ended, his eyes widened. Two pale figures were hung up from the tree by their necks with black chains. Their bodies were covered in deep cuts and their clothes stained with blood. At the base of the tree was a greataxe and a rapier. Standing at the base of the tree was a single man with short grey hair and a grey cloak covered in blood. Thick black chains were wrapped around his arms and made a faint rattling noise whenever he moved. The man slowly turned towards Zero, meeting his gaze with deep purple eyes. "You're too late."
  18. 'Four years have passed since that day. The day he saved my life. He taught me everything I know and disappeared two years later. Malcolm Robins, I know I owe you a lot, but why did you disappear? I guess it doesn't matter much at this point. Right now, survival is my only concern. I will get my revenge. I swear on my name.' October 9th, 9:30 PM: Star Lake - The Brew The Brew coffee shop, a small jazz club for coffee lovers and travelers alike. The shop was located on the eastern end of the town in the quiet part of the area, making it a nice place to relax and get a good cup of coffee. The inside of the shop was lit by a few lights and candles while the sound of smooth jazz echoed through the whole shop. The entire time Adrian was sitting inside, he could only smell coffee beans and the faint scent of mint since the five other people scattered around the shop were sitting and eating breath mints. The boy sat at his table in silence, watching his Spirit, Stein, drink his coffee. He knew that some Spirits didn't understand the concept of taste and wondered what Stein thought of the drink, taking constant glances around every few moments in case any Faction of Light members showed up. None of the people sitting around the small shop seemed to have any relation to the Faction of Light. "So, this drink you call coffee is suppose to be good?" Stein asked, setting the cup down. "You wouldn't really get it, Stein. Just finish your coffee and let's get out of here. We need to keep moving." Adrian answered. "Unless you want to wait an hour. I hardly understand how this is suppose to be any good." Stein pointed out, getting a sigh from Adrian in reply. "Then don't drink it. We didn't come here to enjoy drinks, you know. I thought maybe this would help you rack that head of yours for a reason why the Faction of Light is after us." Adrian pointed out. "We've wasted our time here, then. Nothing comes to mind regarding the Faction of Light or their reasons for hunting us." Stein replied while Adrian stood up. "We're leaving. We'll try something else." Adrian said while he left a small tip on the table and began walking towards the door. Stein followed closely behind him, abruptly stopping when the front door of the shop slowly opened up. "Stein, into my shadow." Adrian whispered. The Spirit nodded and sank into the ground when nobody was looking, taking the place of Adrian's shadow. The door to the shop opened up and a Faction of Light member entered the room. He glanced around the room while he took a sip from a coffee mug he was holding in his hand. Adrian froze for a moment as he watched the Faction of Light member walk by without saying anything. He had hoped that the man didn't recognize him. "Good evening." the man said to the employee behind the counter on the other side of the shop, flashing him a smile and taking another sip of coffee. "Good evening, Commander Goodman. You on patrol again tonight?" the employee replied, pouring more coffee into the man's cup while he took his wallet out of his pocket. "The guys who are normally on night patrols have tonight off. It's been pretty quiet tonight. The lack of action is making my coffee cold." Goodman said, while he set a few dollars down on the counter. Adrian slowly started walking towards the door, listening in on Goodman's conversation with the employee. When he heard that Goodman was a commander, he froze up. 'That guy is a commander? No way. He doesn't even look the part outside of the suit.' Adrian thought. "It's as they say. Looks are designed to fool other humans into false security, then they strike." Stein said, talking to Adrian through his mind. "Stein, that's not the way the saying goes." Adrian quietly corrected Stein, slowly walking towards the door in hopes the commander wouldn't stop him. Goodman saw Adrian starting to open the door in the corner of his eye, flashing a small smile while he pulled out a pistol. He aimed towards Adrian, tightly gripping the weapon while he aimed. He took a breath and his pistol became shrouded by a golden light. "C-commander, what are you-" the employee questioned until Goodman put a hand over his mouth and shushed him, returning to aiming at Adrian. When he saw the boy starting to walk out, he fired off a strange shot of light from his gun, attracting the attention of the entire shop when the shot left a small hole in the door near Adrian's head. The boy stood there, still as a stone until he felt a bit of blood run down his cheek. He moved his hand towards the side of his face to find a small cut that wasn't there before. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I was only trying to show my good friend here something with my powers." Commander Goodman quickly apologized, setting the gun down on a nearby table next to his coffee mug and walking over to Adrian, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Come, I'll get you a cup of coffee as an apology. You can never go wrong with a good cup of black magic." Commander Goodman added, leading Adrian back over to the table he was sitting at before heading back to the employee to order some coffee. "We're in the lion's den now, Adrian." Stein said. "What should we do, Stein?" Adrian quietly asked. "For now, we wait. Clearly, he knows who you are. He can hide the truth from a human, but he can't fool my ears. The lies were easy to spot." Stein answered. "So you want me to stay here and drink coffee with the crazy, pistol wielding commander?!" Adrian loudly whispered back to make sure nobody else could hear what seemed like him talking to himself. He didn't notice that Commander Goodman was standing in front of the table, giving him a weird look. "Are you talking to yourself?" Goodman asked. Adrian quickly looked up at the commander, seeing the two coffee cups in his hands. One of the cups was unusually large for a coffee mug, making Adrian question where the man even got it from. "No. You're just hearing things." Adrian responded after a moment of silence. "That's a pretty weak coverup, Adrian. You were clearly talking to yourself." Stein mumbled in Adrian's head. "Shut up." Adrian whispered back before he returned his attention to the commander who was now sitting across from him. "So what was the big idea? Is it common for Faction of Light members to go shooting at innocent people with firearms the way you did." Adrian questioned. The commander sat and drank his coffee, waiting for Adrian to stop talking before he picked up the pistol. "Sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about. This gun has no ammo. I've never touched a single bullet in my entire life. This pistol has never held a single bullet as long as I've owned it. How could I fire something from a gun without any ammo?" Commander Goodman replied, taking another sip of his coffee. "He's lying. He fired something from that pistol, even if it wasn't an actual bullet. He's a Spiritmaster, so he must have some kind of ability that allowed him to do what he did." Stein pointed out. Adrian smirked, picking the weapon up and observing it a bit. "You say this weapon has no ammo in it, but that's nothing more than a lie." Adrian said, standing up and aiming the gun at Commander Goodman. The man didn't seem bothered by the fact a boy had a gun aimed at him. He calmly took a sip of his coffee, watching Adrian pull the trigger of the gun only for nothing to happen. "What was that you said before? The weapon having no ammo was a lie? If you really think I'm lying, take a look for yourself." Goodman commented, snatching the weapon from Adrian's hand. He opened up the weapon, showing Adrian that the weapon really did have no ammo in it. "Are you ready to retract your statement? Come, sit down and drink your coffee before it gets cold." Goodman added, setting the pistol back down on the table. Adrian glared at Goodman, a bit frustrated that he had outsmarted him, sitting back down and taking a sip of his coffee. "Black coffee." Commander Goodman simply said. "Black coffee?" Adrian and Stein both questioned even though the commander couldn't hear Stein. "Deep darkness in the cup. A bit of cream brings some light to this black sea lurking in my mug. It is similar to our world, but in this situation, your Spirit is the darkness in the coffee mug that is life, Mr. Rivers." Commander Goodman continued. Adrian tried to keep his cool, knowing that Goodman was trying to get him to crack. He was ready to make a run for it, but he noticed right away that Commander Goodman wasn't aiming on arresting him on the spot for apparently harboring a Spirit turned to the darkness since he would've done it already. Adrian still had the feeling that the commander was up to something, though. "You're not going to run? Smart boy. Go on, enjoy your coffee. I simply wish to have a little chat before we skip ahead to the part where you run away." Goodman said, taking a sip from his mug. Adrian was a bit hesitant, hoping that Stein had could come up with any bright ideas while he stalled for time with a talk. "Start talking." Adrian replied, watching Goodman set down his coffee mug. He took a glance at the pistol that sat in the middle of the table, keeping a close eye on it just in case Goodman had any ideas. "Now, before we begin, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Timothy Goodman, commander of Star Lake's Faction of Light branch. The reason I'm here is simple. You're harboring the Dark Spirit connected to The Harrowing, and I ask that you hand him over." the commander said. "Why should I bother releasing Stein to someone like you?" Adrian questioned. "You didn't let me finish talking. Allow me to explain." Goodman responded. "You've been on the Faction's radar for almost four years, and all because we found out you were the Spiritmaster of Stein. You've gone through quite some daring escapes, and put yourself pretty high on our list. There is a way out for you, Mr. Rivers. How about we strike up a deal?" Goodman started while Adrian raised an eyebrow. "If you choose to surrender Stein to me right now, you will be free to go. I'll make sure all of your little incidents with the Faction of Light are wiped off the record. You'd never have to worry about being on our radar ever again." Goodman finished, taking a sip of his coffee while Adrian considered his options. "What if I refuse?" Adrian asked. Goodman smiled a bit upon hearing this and set down his coffee mug. "Easy. That coffee you're drinking will be the last thing you'll ever enjoy. You will be arrested and put on trial for harboring the source of our world's current state. The odds you'll face a punishment that isn't execution is almost impossible. So, what will it be?" Goodman explained. 'So it's either give up Stein to save myself or keep things the way they are?' Adrian thought. "Something about this whole thing seems a bit shady. Don't you think it's a bit odd that this commander would give you such convenient options? In fact, it's a bit strange how a commander would just happen to come by a coffee shop at this hour when you're here." Stein pointed out. 'So you think someone here set us up?' Adrian thought back. "It's not a matter of thinking. It's a fact. Plus, I don't think this man is very trustworthy. Something in his words don't ring true. His weapon and erasing your incidents off the record. The lies in his voice are very faint, but I can sense them clearly. It's time we left, Adrian." Stein replied. Adrian nodded in reply and stood up. "Sorry, but I'm not giving up my Spirit. I don't care what you say. Stein isn't a Dark Spirit as you claim." Adrian finally said, watching the commander slam his hands on the table and reach for the pistol. Adrian wasn't expecting the move from Goodman and went for the gun a few moments afterward, but he was too slow. "I tried to play nice, kid. Looks like we're going to have to play the hard way. Give me the Dark Spirit, now!" Goodman demanded, aiming the pistol at Adrian. The boy glanced around, noticing that the other customers were watching the scene unfold. Adrian flashed a bit of a smile, taking a few steps back. Under the table, a shadowy hand rose from the ground, flipping the table and causing Goodman's coffee to fall onto his lap. He let out a shout of pain while Adrian turned around and started making a run for the door. Goodman didn't pay notice to the table flying across the room and breaking upon contact with the floor, taking aim at Adrian. He took a breath and the pistol became shrouded by a golden light once again. Without taking a moment to check his aim, Goodman fired another shot of light at Adrian, shooting him in the shoulder. The boy let out a cry of pain as the bullet pierced straight through him, causing him to crash into a few tables. 'What the hell was that? Whatever it was, it hurts...' Adrian thought, finding himself unable to move. "Divine light. My powers are extremely weak to divine light. He must be fueling his power into that gun to fire off shots of divine light. In any case, you need to get up." Stein responded while Goodman slowly approached, clearly in pain from having scalding hot coffee spilt onto his lap. Adrian tried to stand, getting to his knees before getting kicked back down to the floor by Commander Goodman. "You really like to make things difficult, don't you? I try being a nice guy and giving you a choice, yet you have to go and screw up my night. You damn teenager." Goodman said, taking aim at Adrian. The weapon became shrouded by a golden light once again and Goodman took aim at Adrian's head. "If I kill the Spiritmaster, the Spirit will be forced back to the Spirit World, and they can deal with it from there. I'll kill two birds with one stone." Goodman said. Adrian growled a bit in anger, causing another shadowy hand to rise out of the ground and grab a piece of one of the broken tables from when Adrian fell, knocking the pistol out of Goodman's hand and following up by throwing a large chunk of a table at the commander, knocking him away from Adrian. "You play pretty dirty for a Faction of Light commander." Adrian simply said once he stood back up, keeping a hand over where the blast of light pierced through his shoulder. Goodman stood up shortly afterward, sighing a bit. "Does it really matter in this day and age? Nobility and honesty are dead in this world. No matter what way you look at it, lies and deception are all around us. The darkness from one hundred years past has infected us all. Some more than others. While some of the commanders may try to seem all high and noble, it doesn't matter anymore! The end justifies the means when it comes to dealing with people like you and Spirits like Stein. If I need to go against the book for a few missions to get things done, so be it." Goodman explained, laughing a bit. While he spoke, there were a few quiet conversations coming from the other customers. While Goodman was rambling on, Adrian decided to jump on the chance and make an escape. Using the shadowy hand from before, he grabbed an undamaged table and threw it the large window of the coffee shop, shattering it and jumping out once the glass was broken. "Commander Goodman, aren't you going to go after him?" the coffee shop employee questioned, who was hiding behind the counter while the fight was taking place. "He won't get away. No matter what he does, I'll find him." Goodman confidently replied before he took out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Goodman here. Stein is here in Star Lake. The Spiritmaster was here at The Brew less than thirty seconds ago, and he's heading your way towards the lake. Bring him back dead or alive, along with that Dark Spirit. I'll be on the chase with Aeon soon enough." Goodman ordered, hanging up the phone and laughing a bit. 'No matter where you go, I'll find you, kid. No Dark Spirit gets away in my town. I will be the one to eliminate the monster who ruined our world.' Goodman thought. Adrian dashed down the road, paying no mind to the occasional car passing by on the road. He took a glance behind him every few moments to see if he was being followed by Goodman. "Why isn't he following?" Adrian questioned, getting no reply from Stein. While he ran, he saw a young girl walking towards him. He growled a bit and pushed the girl out of the way with a shadowy hand, paying no attention to who it was he had pushed. He took a sharp right turn onto the next street, hoping to make his way towards the town's lake to find a hiding spot, but on his way there, he stopped in his tracks when he saw a large line of white cars blocking the entire road. In front of the row of cars was a group of armed Faction of Light members, almost like they were all waiting for him. "Are you serious?" Adrian growled, taking a step back when the armed line of white suited men and women took a step forward. "By order of the Faction of Light, surrender the Dark Sprit or else!" one of the men in the line ordered. "Or else what?" Adrian questioned. The same Faction of Light member pointed up towards an approaching helicopter with a minigun attached to the side of it. "Or else you'll be shot up into swiss cheese. There's nowhere to run or hide, kid. Just give up now and your prison time may not be as bad." the man responded. "You know, when you mention prison time, it doesn't exactly make me willing to give up." Adrian pointed out. "Shut up! There's nowhere to run or hide! Just give up your Dark Spirit or face the music!" the man shouted, taking aim at Adrian. He growled a bit in anger, taking a look around the area for any escape routes before the helicopter arrived, but he saw it was nothing more than a straight road. There were no alleyways or other paths to take. The road was straight and the only possible routes of escape Adrian would've had was the way he came, but he was too late. He could hear the helicopter in the air behind him, set to fire the minigun if he failed to cooperate. 'This is just great. There's no way out of this one now.' Adrian thought. "There is one way. We may need to resort to using that technique." Stein added. "How long would we have?" Adrian asked. "Forty seconds. Maybe less. We'd need to be quick." Stein replied. Adrian gave a nod of reply, taking a look around the area, trying to find a place to go. When he found a good location, he started making a dash for the side of a building. "What is he doing? He's up to something. Fire away!" another person in the group ordered before the line of Faction of Light members began to open fire on Adrian. While he ran, more shadowy hands rose out of the ground, changing into walls of darkness to protect him from the hail of bullets to the left of him. Once the minigun from the helicopter started firing, Adrian was forced to speed up. He was getting close to the side of the building, but the flurry of shots from the minigun were closing in at an extremely quick rate. With no other option, Adrian sucked in a breath and took a dive, sinking directly into the ground and avoiding the minigun's assault. "He got away again! The commander isn't going to like this." one of the people in the line said. The head of the group, the guy who was shouting at Adrian earlier, took out his cell phone and called Goodman, ready for whatever criticism he had in store. "Commander Goodman, we have some bad news." the man started to say. "He got away again, I'm guessing." Goodman replied, standing at his car across the street from The Brew. "Y-yes, sir. The boy sank into the ground." the man added, wondering how Goodman would reply. "Don't worry about him. For now, tend to the people. Check and see if that boy harmed anyone. If there are any questions, give them the truth. I'll take care of the boy." Goodman responded, feeling something cling to his leg while he was talking. "I'll call you back." Goodman finished before hanging up the phone and turning his attention to a young girl who was holding onto his leg as if her life depended on it. The girl was wearing an angel Halloween costume, but there was dirt on a few spots, as if she had been pushed to the ground recently. "Aeon, there you are. Did something happen to you?" Goodman asked while he put his cell phone back in his pocket. "A bad man pushed me, Mr. Goodman. A bad man in a brown coat." the young girl replied, keeping her grip on the commander's leg. Goodman thought it over a bit, clenching his fists when he remembered that Adrian was wearing a brown trench coat when he was at the coffee shop. 'I swear, Rivers, if I learn that you were the one to push Aeon, you'll wish you had turned yourself in years ago...' Goodman thought, returning his attention to Aeon. "I think I may know who the bad man is. There's a similar person that's going around and causing problems in town. We need to find him and bring him to justice." Goodman said, opening up the passenger's side door for Aeon. "We'll take the car. I know where he's going, so it won't take long." Goodman added while Aeon let go of Goodman's leg and got into the car. "How do you know where he's going, Mr. Goodman?" Aeon questioned. "I have my ways." Goodman responded, getting into the car and starting it up. He smirked and took his cell phone back out, opening up a radar app and handing the phone to Aeon. "Keep an eye out for a red dot on that radar. The bad man is that dot." Goodman stated before slamming on the gas and speeding away from the coffee shop. October 9th, 10:43 PM: Star Lake - Empty House Down in the southern side of Star Lake, a safe distance away from the chaos involving the Faction of Light in the eastern part of the town, Adrian emerged from the shadows inside a house. The moment he got out, he was coughing and trying to catch his breath. Stein stepped out shortly afterwards, taking a glance around their new location. "So this is where the shadows led us." Stein simply said, walking around a bit until Adrian finally got back up. "Where are we?" Adrian questioned. "Still in town, without a doubt. As for right now, it seems we're in a family's former residence." Stein answered. "Some family's old house? Well, that explains why it's so empty." Adrian added, walking over to the window and taking a look outside. He could see distant lights from other buildings in town, but at the same time, he saw a searchlight flying around in the air. 'They're still looking for me. Getting out of here today may not be possible without that technique again. Forty seconds may not be enough, though.' Adrian thought, punching the wall in a fit of anger. "This commander relies on his underhanded tactics to get an edge on us. How he's getting away with doing this, I wonder." Stein pointed out, dodging a blast of light that came flying in from the kitchen. "It's because this is my town, Dark Spirit." a familiar voice responded. Adrian quickly turned and saw Commander Goodman walk into the room, aiming his pistol at Stein. Following close behind him was Aeon. The moment she saw Adrian, she pointed at him. "That's the one. He's the bad man that pushed me." Aeon interrupted, causing Goodman to change his target to Adrian. "I had a feeling you were the one who pushed little Aeon. You cold monster. If I had known you were the type to push around people weaker than you, I would've killed you at the coffee shop.." Goodman angrily said, sounding like he was only concerned about Aeon. "How the hell did you even find me?!" Adrian exclaimed, completely ignoring what Goodman was saying. He avoided a shot of light from Goodman's pistol, watching him smile a bit and take his cell phone out. "The beauty of tracking technology, Mr. Rivers. You didn't even notice I planted a tracking chip on you back at the coffee shop." Goodman replied. "Isn't that suppose to be illegal?" Stein pointed out. "The end justifies the means, tall, dark and creepy. As long as Mr. Goodman finds the bad man and brings him to justice, we can break a rule." Aeon responded. "Oh great, now he's got the little girl thinking like he does. That's just fantastic." Adrian sarcastically said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not a little girl! I'm probably older than your great, great grandfather!" Aeon shouted back. 'Older than my great, great grandfather? That must mean...' Adrian started to wonder. "She's a Spirit. Goodman's Spirit by the look of things." Stein added. "That little kid?" Adrian asked. "Spirits don't grow older with age. To you, Aeon may look like a little kid, but in reality, she's probably thousands of years old. I question why she chose to take on such a childish form," Stein answered. Aeon smiled a bit, brushing her hand through a bit of her golden blonde hair. "Call me a kid all you want. We'll see who the kid is at the end of this!" Aeon said. "That makes no sense in this situation." Adrian pointed out. "Shut up!" Aeon shouted, turning to face Goodman, who was quiet because he was drinking a cup of coffee. "Mr. Goodman, can we teach them a lesson?" Aeon asked, waiting for Goodman to finish his drink. Once he took his last sip, he threw the plastic cup on the floor and put his cell phone away. "We'll teach them more than just a lesson, Aeon. Prepare yourself, Mr. Rivers." Goodman answered while Aeon became shrouded in a golden light and shot up into the air. After a few moments, a radiant light shone down on Goodman, bringing him up into the air. The light soon covered the commander, brightening up the entire room. Adrian had to block his eyes to avoid being blinded by the light while Stein stood still and watched. The light faded away and Goodman landed to the floor, but when Adrian saw him, the boy was unsure if he was even facing the same man. The commander was no longer wearing his white suit and was instead wearing strange white robes. His greasy black hair had become a light brown and his eyes were as golden as the light he represented as a member of the Faction of Light. Floating above his head was a golden halo and his pistol was replaced with a bow. 'So this is his true power...' Adrian thought, taking a step back. Stein stood in place, almost like he was observing Goodman's actions. He watched as Goodman took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "Art thou ready for combat?" Goodman questioned, sounding like a different person. Adrian stopped in his tracks, wondering what part of Goodman's sentence even meant. "Art thou ready for combat? If thou art prepared to die, come hither." Goodman repeated, getting Adrian angered with the comment. "If I want to die? Are you really that overconfident in your skills to think you can kill me?" Adrian questioned. "You know, I thought you were planning on chickening out." Stein said. Adrian growled a bit, clutching a heart shaped necklace he was wearing. "I'm not giving up. I made a promise that I would avenge her. I will get my revenge, and no Faction of Light member is going to stand in my way. Stein, let's show him what we're made of." Adrian responded, his tone growing serious. Stein gave a nod of approval and sank into the ground. A pit of shadows opened up around Adrian and a large number of shadowy hands grabbed him and dragged him under. Once it seemed like Adrian was gone, a hand rose from the pit of shadows, and Adrian rose back up. His trench coat had changed from brown to jet black, and he had a white streak in his hair like Stein. "No weapon of choice? Quite a saucy fool to think thou can defeat me, especially with no weapon." Goodman said. Adrian smirked a bit, snapping his finger. The pit of shadows he was standing in changed into two large, shadowy hands, each of them with one large eye in the palm. "Fie! Thy darkness radiates worse than I had expected. It appears I will have to show thee the light." Goodman stated, aiming his bow at Adrian. In his free hand, a golden arrow appeared in his hand. Adrian had a bad feeling about what Goodman was up to, charging forward and throwing one of his shadowy fists forward. Goodman jumped back, ducking once he landed to avoid Adrian's fist, causing him to punch a large hole in the wall as a result. While Goodman was preparing to fire his arrow, he tried to kick Adrian in the back, but the boy's other shadowy hand slapped the man away, causing him to release the arrow. The moment the arrow touched the ground, it exploded in a bright flash of light, lighting up the entire room. Adrian turned back around, but the light destroyed his large shadowy hands in moments. "It appears thy foolish weapon did not serve thee well." Goodman laughed, creating another arrow in his free hand. 'What is this light? There's no way it should've destroyed my shadowy hands the way it did. In fact...why is the room still lit?' Adrian thought, taking note that the light from the arrow still lit up the room. He growled a bit, knowing that he wouldn't be able to make any new shadow hands without any shadows. He took a look around until he noticed the lack of light near and up the stairs. He took a quick glance at Goodman before making a dash towards the stairs. "Wherefore dost thou flee to? Thou art quite the fool for running, especially when I have a special gift for thee," Goodman questioned before firing off his arrow in Adrian's direction while he was running up the stairs. The arrow exploded upon contact with the steps, completely eradicating the stairs caught in the small blast radius of light. Adrian was lucky enough to get away from it and up the stairs, taking a sharp right turn down the hallway and into a darker area where he was able to weave more shadows together to create two more large, shadowy hands exactly like the first two. 'So, the commander likes to play with underhanded tactics like using tracking devices. Two can play at that game,' Adrian thought, punching open the door to a room with one of his shadowy fists and walking inside. Even though it was dark, Adrian could see the light blue walls and yellow flowers painted all over the room. Adrian decided to take to the shadows and hide on the roof, waiting for Goodman to arrive. He kept his breath slow and quiet, listening for any footsteps or noise from the hallway. When it was nothing more than eerie silence, it began to bother Adrian. "Something's wrong. Why hasn't he come yet?" Adrian said to himself. He lowered himself from the roof and moved over to the doorway, but the moment he reached it, he saw a small ball of light attached to the nearby wall. Once Adrian got close, the ball started to grow brighter, as if it was ready to explode. "Oh sh-" Adrian managed to say before the ball of light unleashed a large explosion of light, blowing apart a part of the house and sending Adrian flying outside into the front yard. A large group of Faction of Light members waited for him along with Commander Goodman. A searchlight shone on Adrian from a helicopter flying in the sky while the other Faction of Light members had their weapons focused on Adrian. "Doth thou see now, boy? My divine light can destroy all thy tools of the darkness faster than thy can make them. Thou had no chance of victory from the beginning of our encounter," Goodman said, laughing a bit. Adrian got back to his feet, taking a look around. In his eyes, everything was very blurry, almost to the point where he was completely blind. He moved his hand in front of his face a few times, but he couldn't see it at all. "My eyes...what did you do?" Adrian questioned. "Sight is an important thing for a Spiritmaster to have. Although, thou shouldn't concern yourself with sight any longer. It ends here!" Goodman answered, getting an arrow ready to fire at Adrian until a distant laugh broke the moment of silence. "It's a bit too early to put the show at it's season finale, Commander Timothy Goodman," a voice called out from close by. Some of the members of the group of Faction of Light members looked around, trying to find the source of the laugh until the searchlight from the helicopter shone up towards the broken roof. Standing on the roof was Zex, wearing a strange squid mask. "Commander! Isn't that the masked man from the museum heist report?" one of the men in the line of members asked. "So, thou chose to reveal thyself now? Thou art quite the fool, for now I will bring the justice that Ms. Seers failed to bring," Goodman said, completely ignoring what he was asked and taking aim at Zex. "Ha! Justice? Coming from a man like you? You wouldn't know justice if it beat you over the head! If you're so confident you can beat me, though, I'll humor you a bit, then take what I came here for." Zex laughed, moving his hand towards his mouth and spitting out an inky black ball from his mask into his hand. He waited for Goodman to fire his arrow before he threw the inky ball, causing a large explosion in the sky when the arrow and the ball collided. 'Here's my chance,' Zex thought, spitting up another inky black ball and jumping up into the air. When he was above all the Faction of Light members and Adrian, he threw down the ball, causing it to explode and spread ink all over the area. At the same time, the ball exploded in a way like a flashbang, giving Zex the chance to extend a tentacle from his mask and grab Adrian from off the ground before he landed behind the group. Once he got behind everyone, he dropped Adrian, who had fallen unconscious from being so close to the inky blast, and touched his mask to change it to his bird mask. In an instant afterwards, he transformed into a large bird and picked up Adrian in his talons, flying away from the scene while the Faction of Light members were unable to see. Goodman rubbed away the ink from his eyes, taking a look around to find Adrian was gone along with Zex. He growled in anger shortly before he was shrouded by the same golden light as before, returning to his normal form. He fell to one knee, panting and dropping his pistol. "Mr. Goodman, are you alright?" Aeon asked once she reappeared in front of him, hugging the commander, but moving away after a few moments. "Why are you all covered in this gooey stuff?" she asked. "It's nothing, Aeon. The bad man got away, though," Goodman responded, smiling a bit to make sure Aeon wouldn't be too worried. He stood back up, turning to the line of ink covered Faction of Light members. "All of you, get yourselves cleaned up and find those two! Search every inch of town for them, even if it takes all night! We must keep the peace in our world by destroying the Dark Spirit Stein and that masked man. You're all dismissed!" Goodman ordered, watching as the helicopter started to take off and the rest of the group started walking down towards their cars, talking among themselves. "Mr. Goodman, what should we do?" Aeon asked before Goodman put a hand on her head. "We can let the others handle this one. I need to rest before I fight again," Goodman replied, picking his pistol up from off the ink covered ground. 'So that anonymous caller was right. Adrian Rivers is involved with the masked man who robbed Crown City's museum. This is going to be huge at the next meeting,' Goodman thought. October 10th, 7:18 AM - Mysterious Log Cabin Adrian groaned and opened his eyes. He still couldn't see anything, but he could feel he was in a bed of some kind. He had no idea where he was, and trying to feel his way around didn't help him much at all. He jumped a bit when he heard a door creak open, wondering who was entering the room. "Looks like my ink bomb didn't kill you. I'm impressed," an unfamiliar voice stated. "Who are you?" Adrian questioned right away. He got nothing more than a laugh as a reply, listening to the approaching footsteps and noticing his sight improving when a pair of glasses were slipped on him. Once the glasses were on, Adrian could see that Zex was the person he was talking to, wearing the same bird mask as he wore to escape the scene the previous night. "A friend. You can call me Zex. Before you ask, those glasses are made for your current condition. Seems that what happened to you isn't a rare case. That commander plays pretty dirty for being one of humanity's lights," Zex pointed out before Adrian could say anything. Zex turned around, making his way towards the door. "Eight o'clock, sharp. There's a bus going towards the direction of Maury City. You seek power. Power enough to gain revenge. The power of darkness is on your side, and there's a special place in Maury City that will put you on the right path. The ticket is on the table. As for your Spirit, he's on lookout for any Faction of Light members. The entire town is on high alert after what happened last night," Zex continued, stopping at the door. "Getting back into town won't be simple. I have a disguise prepared for you. It should get you to Maury City with no real problems. Come on. You should eat before you head out," Zex added before walking out of the room. 'Last night...I'd rather not think about that for now,' Adrian thought, remembering that he was nearly killed multiple times that night. He followed Zex out of the room into a small room where only a small wooden table and two chairs sat in the center of the room. A single sandwich sat on a plate next to a bus ticket. "How did you know about my revenge plan? In fact, who or what are you?" Adrian questioned, Zex didn't say anything in response, tossing a backpack sitting on one of the chairs at Adrian, completely ignoring his questions. "There's a few things in there that should help you get by for a few days. The disguise is in there too. Don't do anything stupid and you should survive the trip," Zex started to explain without bothering to answer Adrian's question. The lack of answers to his questions was really starting to get to Adrian. "Listen, why the hell aren't you answering any of my-" Adrian began before Zex was in front of him with eagle claws at his neck. "You'd best not get on my bad side. I don't care about your questions at all. You're here because I chose to save you. I could end you in an instant if I want," Zex pointed out, brushing his eagle claws around the side of Adrian's neck as a sort of threat before moving away towards the door. "The train will be leaving soon. Don't screw this up," Zex added while he opened up the door and walked outside. "Hang on, who am I supposed to be looking for?" Adrian tried to ask, but Zex had already closed the door before he could finish the sentence. Adrian let out a sigh and took a seat in one of the chairs, looking over to the bus ticket that sat on the table. "Stein, you can come out of the shadows. I know you were listening," Adrian called out. The Spirit stepped out of the shadows in the corner of the room, sitting down in the second chair. "There's something about that Spiritmaster. Something evil. You felt it too, didn't you?" Adrian stated. "Impure darkness in his heart. He was a Dark Spiritmaster. Although, why would he go out of his way to rescue you?" Stein replied, looking over to the backpack Zex had left for Adrian to bring with him. "That's something we'll need to find out later. We should get going before the train leaves. We'll have to trust this Zex guy for now," Adrian said, opening up the backpack and pulling out the disguise that was prepared for him. 'The power of darkness is on your side, and there's a special place in Maury City that will put you on the right path...' Adrian couldn't stop thinking about Zex's words while he changed into the disguise. Stein stood a few feet behind Adrian, watching him, thinking Zex's words were having some kind of influence on Adrian's reasoning for getting more power. 'Don't let yourself sink too far into that masked man's influence, Adrian...' Stein thought. October 10th, ??:?? - Mysterious Chamber "It seems the first act is ready to start. The time to put our grand work into action has come at long last," a mysterious voice stated. A large green tube sitting in a small metal room began to glow, lighting up the room a bit. Standing in front of the tube were two men. One was wearing a suit while the other was dressed for a trip to the beach instead of an important task. "You know what you must do, my children. Dispose of the ones with powers. The ones the humans call Spiritmasters. It is time that we took control," the same voice continued. The men got on one knee and bowed. "Yes, my queen," the two men said. 'Now, let's see how the humans fare against my soldiers. It will give us plenty of time to continue our search for what had been left on that rock for us.'
  19. October 6th, 10:45 PM: Crown City Museum - Curator's Office Two men sat alone in the curator's small office, deep in a talk about an artifact found several days ago. The room was big enough for a few shelves and the curator's desk, but not much else. While the talk had begun civil, things got bad due to the curator's refusal to cooperate. A man wearing a strange bird mask had the curator, Mr. Adam Houston, pinned down on his desk with a hand around his neck. The curator was struggling to break free, but the masked man's grip was far too strong. "I've given you a friendly offer, Mr. Houston. I'm not suppose to get violent with you, but you leave me no choice. I ask you one final time. Give me the machine you have in your Alien Artifacts exhibit, and I'll leave," the masked man stated. "I told you ten times already, Mr. Zex. The Faction of Light has already purchased that artifact from me. In fact, one of their agents is on their way here as we speak to collect it," Mr. Houston replied, trying to get some air in his lungs while he spoke. He only got a cold laugh from the masked man, but felt the grip on his neck loosen a bit. "Faction of Light? Those pathetic weaklings? I'm not concerned with them in the slightest," Zex said, turning around and starting to walk towards the door. Mr. Houston sat up, getting some air in him and glancing around. He saw a chance to strike and decided to take it, grabbing a wooden cane he kept close by his desk and sneaking towards Zex. Once the curator got behind the masked man and prepared to swing, Zex turned around, thrusting eagle claws into Mr. Houston's neck. "Did you honestly think a powerless human like you could pull a stunt off like that. My Eagle Claws aren't to be taken lightly, Mr. Houston," the masked man stated, ripping the claws out of the man's neck, watching as blood sprayed across a bit of the office. Mr. Houston fell to the floor, gasping for air and trying to stop the blood from flowing out of his neck in a way similar to a waterfall, spilling onto the carpet. "Dark...Spiritmaster," the curator managed to say. Zex put a foot on the curator, staring down at him. "Now do you see, Mr. Houston? This is why I don't need to bother with the Faction of Fools. If you had given me the artifact, I wouldn't had to do this. It doesn't matter, anyway. I would've ended up killing you whether you gave me the artifact or not," Zex said, making his way over to the desk and taking the master keys from off the curator's desk. "Say hello to the death dealer for me. Tell him that he'll be having a Faction of Light member joining you soon enough," Zex added while he walked out of the office, leaving the curator to die. The museum was a ghost town, making Zex's task of taking the artifact much easier. He began moving towards the exhibit where the artifact was being stored when he heard a crash up ahead and the sound of an alarm going off. "An alarm? Don't tell me he-" Zex started to say, turning around and running back inside the curator's office to find he had used the last of his strength to break the emergency glass and sound the alarms to alert the police before he died. "That damn curator!" Zex growled, running out of the office and making a run for the exhibit, hoping to get what he sought before anyone showed up. The alarms echoed through the halls of the museum while Zex rushed towards the exhibit. Once he got to the Artifacts of Space exhibit, his anger only grew with what he saw. Parts of the crashed saucer from four years ago were in various glass cases all over the exhibit. Several pictures of odd beings with three eyes and four tentacles had been hung up on the walls, and in the center of the room was a broken open exhibit. Glass was scattered all over the floor, showing Zex that someone had broken into the exhibit. Zex took a look down at the floor, taking notice of a tag that read 'Mysterious Space Ring.' "Looks like someone got the same idea..." Zex started to say as he heard approaching footsteps. He laughed and turned around to face the person, finding nobody but a teenage girl holding a doll. When he noticed the girl was wearing a white suit like a Faction of Light agent, he began to laugh even more. "You're the Faction of Light agent they sent to retrieve the artifact? They must've thought this would be an easy retrieval job for a rookie. Why don't you go back home to mommy and daddy? It's past your bedtime, kid," Zex continued after he stopped laughing. He noticed the doll started moving on it's own once he finished insulting the girl, a curious look on his face behind the mask. "Don't you dare talk about Lucy that way, you masked freak! She'll beat you into next week!" the doll shouted. "Belle, you don't have to shout. I know these types. They go around and threaten museum curators to get what they want, then murder them if they don't listen. I can sense it in his heart. He's not a normal person, either. He has Spiritmaster powers," the girl said. Zex smiled a bit, taking a step back. 'For a pathetic looking teenager, her senses are sharp. It doesn't matter, anyway. What I came here for is still somewhere in this museum. The thief couldn't have gotten too far, and I can always kill this one once I get the artifact,' Zex thought, taking another step back. "Belle, he's up to something. Make sure he doesn't get away," Lucy said, knowing right away Zex was planning to flee. She set down the talking doll and let her do her work. Belle took a deep breath and stomped on the ground, making the shards of glass scattered all around Zex form a wall around the exit, preventing the masked man from escaping. 'A Spirit in the form of a doll. This one may prove to be a bit more annoying than I thought,' Zex thought, growling a bit when he heard a quiet laugh come from the Spiritmaster standing in front of him. "Something wrong, masked man? Angry because you've run out of escape routes? Don't worry. I'll have one all set for you. A nice and lonely jail cell will suit you," Lucy questioned. "It seems I underestimated you because of your age and gender. You may-" "Hold on a minute! You underestimated me because I'm a girl!?" Lucy interrupted while Zex shook his head. "There's a lot for you to learn if you wish to defeat me. Allow me to show you," Zex replied as he put his hand on his bird mask. In an instant, his current mask transformed into a black panther mask. "Get ready, Lucy," Belle said while Lucy nodded in reply. The three stood in silence for a few moments, waiting to see who would make the first move. Lucy could see a dark aura all around Zex as they all stood around. She didn't understand why she could see it or what it was. A few moments passed, and Zex transformed into a black panther, making a dash towards the path Lucy had come from even though it was blocked. "That path isn't going to help you. If you try to break through that wall, the glass will shred you apart before you even get out of the exhibit hall," Lucy stated, watching as Zex ran towards the wall of glass without stopping. He smashed straight through it and ran towards the exit without a scratch. "Are you serious?!" Lucy and Belle questioned, watching Zex dash towards another exhibit of the museum. Lucy growled a bit and began running after him with Belle following behind her. 'How the heck did he do that? That wall of glass should've sliced him to pieces,' Lucy thought. While she was looking towards where had Zex run off to, a man stepped out of the shadows. He put a hand over Lucy's mouth and he pulled her into a different exhibit. Belle took notice and followed Lucy to wherever she had been taken. October 6th, 11:13 PM: Crown City Museum - Dinosaur Exhibit Lucy was struggling to break free from the grip of whoever had grabbed her while trying to get a look at his face. Due to how dark it was in the exhibit she was being brought through, she couldn't see anything around her. "Please, do not worry. I simply want to be at a quiet place where the police won't investigate," the person whispered while he moved forward. 'A quiet place? Why, so you can try some kind of funny business with me? I don't swing that way, buddy,' Lucy immediately thought, struggling to break free. "You must be wondering who I am. The most I can say right now is that we met before. You don't remember ever meeting me, though. There are important things that must need to be discussed, and I can't have anyone I can't trust finding me," the person continued, stopping for a moment to listen for any noise. "This should be far enough," the person simply said, releasing his grip on Lucy, but getting a swift elbow to the chest right after he released her. "Start talking! I want you to explain everything or I'll have you arrested for trying to have your sick way with a teenage girl," Lucy shouted. The person sighed and opening up the palm of his hand where a small ball of light appeared to brighten up the dark exhibit. The dinosaur exhibit was pretty small compared to the Artifacts of Space exhibit. While there were a few fossils and pictures from what Lucy could see, there wasn't much else around. "My name is Malcolm Robins. I am simply a man searching for the truth," the person replied. "Lucy Sears, Faction of Light member," Lucy responded, picking up Belle once she finally caught up. "I'm guessing that is your Spirit, Belle," Malcolm noted. "Yeah. Not sure how you know that, though. Anyway, what are these important things we need to discuss, and why did you have to drag me to this exhibit to talk to me?" Lucy answered. "While there are some things I can't explain yet, the important matter at the moment is this..." Malcolm started to explain, taking a rusty ring with words carved on it out of his backpack. "This is what that Dark Spiritmaster was after. This is the alien artifact you were assigned to retrieve from this museum," Malcolm continued. "Wait a minute, that masked man was a Dark Spiritmaster?" Lucy quickly questioned, cutting Malcolm out. "He was. A very powerful one as well. He must've consumed the soul of his Spirit a long time ago and adapted to its powers," Malcolm replied. Lucy didn't respond, her grip on Belle tightening as she remembered something from a past mission she had taken on. "Lucy, are you feeling alright?" Belle asked, getting no response from her. "He was after this ring for some reason. I came here to take it and destroy it before that man gets his hands on it," Malcolm continued, completely ignoring Lucy's silent state. "Destroy it? Why would you want to destroy the ring, Mr. Malcolm?" Belle asked. Malcolm took a deep breath, almost like he was trying to think of something he should say. He was about to come up with a good lie, but turned around when he heard slow clapping coming from behind him. "Well, look who made the job of finding the artifact thief that much easier. I owe you one, little doll. Following you was easier than killing the curator. Humans are so fragile," a familiar voice stated, hissing a bit like a snake. Stepping into the range of the light was Zex, wearing a snake mask with glowing green eyes. "Damnit! He's here already! I thought we'd have more time," Malcolm growled a bit, taking a few steps back while he stuffed the ring into his backpack. "'l'll make this simple since I'm in no mood for games right now. Give me the artifact or die," Zex demanded, his hissing voice echoing through the quiet exhibit. Malcolm didn't move at first, but after a few seconds, he shook his head and held his backpack, keeping the ball of light in his left hand to keep the room lit. Zex laughed a bit, looking up at Malcolm and extending his neck as if he were a snake, rushing right at Malcolm. While the masked man rushed for his prey, the mouth of the snake mask opened up, revealing two sharp yellow teeth. "I'll take a nice bite out of your neck, then have a taste of that Faction of Light girl!" Zex shouted, opening up his mouth and getting ready to bite down on Malcolm's neck. Before he could land the killing blow he was aiming for, a glass wall stopped him dead in his tracks. He stopped his attack before his face smacked into the glass wall and got back while Lucy took a step forward. "So, you murdered the curator? You killed an innocent man for a stupid metal ring?" Lucy questioned, standing between Zex and Malcolm with a glass wall blocking Zex's path. She took Belle in one hand and clenched her fist. Lucy put her free hand on the glass wall and pushed it at Zex. The wall flew at him with incredible speed, hitting Zex in the head. The force of the blow pushed him back and managed to break one of his teeth. 'So this is the extent of her own power. Maybe she's one of the selected ones I'm looking for,' Malcolm thought. Zex's extended head flew back a bit and hit the floor, nearly knocking over one of the exhibits. "Belle, it's time. Let's teach this freaky Dark Spiritmaster a lesson," Lucy said, sounding extremely serious unlike how she was only a minute ago. "It's time to merge? We haven't done that in so long," Belle chimed in, freeing herself from Lucy's grip and landing on the floor, transforming into a ball of light after her landing. "No! I can't have that Spiritmaster merge with her Spirit. Now's the time! I'll kill her here and now!" Zex growled, spitting up a bit of blood and going in for the attack on Lucy. The ball of light floated up in the air a few feet, flying into Lucy and covering the girl with a strange white light. The mouth of the mask opened up, ready to tear open Lucy's neck, but Zex had been knocked away by a blinding light coming from Lucy. He ended up getting knocked head first into a wall, leaving a large hole in it. 'This power. This is a Spiritmaster's transformation. It's been quite a while since I've last seen one of these. The merging of Spirit and Spiritmaster. The two forms become one. What kind of powers do Lucy and Belle even have together?' Malcolm thought, trying to get a good look at what was going on without being blinded by the light. Lucy's eyes were closed when the light faded away, revealing her new form. She was in a white dress and carrying around a parasol that had a reflective surface like a mirror. Her brunette hair had become a bit longer, and the color of her eyes had changed to brown. While she was the same person, Malcolm could feel that something was different about Lucy now. "Good evening, Mr. Malcolm," Lucy said with a small smile. Malcolm was confused, wondering why she sounded so different. Her actions were nothing like how she was moments ago, and he had thought that she wasn't up to whatever it was she was up to in such a state. A loud roar broke the moments of silence as Zex emerged from the hole in the wall with his head and neck back to normal. Dark energy radiated from his body, invisible to the naked eye, but now in plain sight around him. "You humans are starting to piss me off! Give me the artifact! Now!" Zex ordered, slashing open a bigger hole in the wall with bear-like claws. Part of his snake mask was broken and was replaced with a bear mask, revealing a part of his face. Yet, the dark aura around him made it impossible to see the segment of his face His anger only grew when he heard a quiet giggle from Lucy. "Welcome back, Mr. Dark Spiritmaster. I see you're well," Lucy greeted as if Zex was a friend instead of a crazy guy trying to kill her and steal an alien artifact. "Now you're trying to mock me, aren't you? Aren't you?!" Zex questioned, the hole he was standing in growing bigger from his angry shouting alone. Lucy wasn't fazed by the masked man's rage at all. She kept the same smile on her face, waiting for Zex to make his first move. Zex let out a roar of anger and charged at Lucy, moving a lot slower than he was when he was wearing the snake mask. He raised his claws as he got closer, but Lucy already knew what he was up to. "Belle, Copy Ability seven," Lucy quietly said to her parasol. "Copy Ability?" Malcolm asked, watching as the reflection of a different Spiritmaster appeared in Lucy's mirror parasol. Lucy closed her parasol and aimed at the masked man, firing off a blast of wind at the masked man. He smirked, touching his mask while he ran. The mask changed back to the bird mask he wore when he killed the curator, but the broken piece of the mask stood the same. "You're such a fool, Spiritmaster!" Zex shouted as large black wings erupted from his back. He flapped his wings to repel Lucy's attack, blowing her back a bit as a result. "It seems Mr. Dark Spiritmaster has more surprises up his sleeve than I had thought," Lucy stated while she stood back up, watching Zex's movements. Malcolm watched the two stare each other down, knowing he should help Lucy, but he had to keep a low profile. He thought it over and crushed the ball of light in his hand to brighten up the entire room before he ran into the fray, making another orb of light as he ran. "Rushing in like a fool, I see. How easy," Zex commented, spreading his wings and firing out razor sharp feathers from his wings. Malcolm stopped in his tracks, using the orb of light he had in his hand and making a large shield to protect himself. A few stray feathers landed some small cuts on him. Malcolm bit his lip while Zex took this chance to make a move. Zex charged towards Malcolm, aiming to steal the man's backpack, but a blast of wind from Lucy's parasol pushed him away. While Zex was a good distance away, Malcolm prepared another ball of light. "I'm sorry, Mr. Dark Spiritmaster, but I won't allow you to take that artifact," Lucy said, firing off another blast of wind, "and I don't intend to let you get away with taking it." she added. Zex didn't say anything, opening his wings again. He began firing off more feathers, this time at Lucy. She used her mirror parasol to block the feathers to give Malcolm a chance to go on the offensive. He snuck up behind Zex while he was distracted with Lucy, but Zex was a step ahead and smacked Malcolm aside with one of his wings, causing the artifact to drop out of his backpack. "There it is. Well, it's been fun toying with you," Zex said, flying off towards the artifact, watching as it was pulled away when he got close to it by a thorny vine. The artifact was caught by Lucy, who was holding a thorn-like whip in her hand instead of the parasol she had before. "You humans only wish to continue pissing me off, don't you?" Zex questioned, turning to face Lucy. "You know, I find your powers very interesting, Mr. Dark Spiritmaster. So interesting, I decided to copy them for myself. I hope you don't mind," Lucy said, completely ignoring Zex's words. She took a deep breath, opening her eyes after a few moments and smirking. "Let's see how you feel going against your own powers," Lucy added, pointing at the masked man before trying to make wings come out of her back, but nothing happened. She tried to soar like a bird, but like before, nothing had happened. Zex took the chance to go for the attack while Lucy was distracted, tackling her and grabbing the artifact once it fell to the floor. "You're still as pathetic as I thought you'd be. Even at the end of our little game, I still win. This is why gaining the power of a Dark Spiritmaster by consuming my Spirit's soul is the best way to get strong," Zex stated while he put a foot on Lucy's stomach to keep her restrained. With his free hand, Zex prepared to finish Lucy off the same way he killed the museum's curator. "You've pissed me off for the last time. I'll end you here and now. Let your death be a reminder that you will never be stronger than me," Zex continued. Before Zex could land the final blow, Malcolm had gotten back on his feet and made his way over with a bow and an arrow made of light. "Do you think you've won? I would call this checkmate, Dark Spiritmaster," Malcolm interrupted, walking a bit closer to Zex, ready to fire the arrow if the man made any sudden moves. Lucy glanced over at Malcolm, a bit shocked when she saw the weapon he had in his hands. 'Wait a second. That Spiritmaster power belongs to one of the Faction of Light's commanders. How can he use it?' Lucy thought. "Give the alien artifact back right now and step away from the girl," Malcolm ordered, aiming the arrow for Zex's chest. The masked man laughed a bit, looking at the artifact he finally held in his hand. "If you want the artifact, have it!" Zex shouted, throwing the ring at Malcolm, hitting him in the chest and following up with a smack with one of his wings. The impact of the strike from the artifact and Zex's wing knocked Malcolm across the room into a wall. He released the arrow upon hitting the wall, sending it flying straight into the head of the T-Rex fossil. The fossil broke apart after the arrow exploded upon contact with the fossil's head, scattering pieces all over the room. In the confusion, Zex touched his mask to change it to his panther mask, changing his form into a panther once again. He jumped off of Lucy and grabbed the alien artifact with his mouth before he made his escape from the scene. Lucy stood up tried to give chase, but she knew she stood no chance without Malcolm. She instead helped Malcolm and out out of the exhibit as bones fell all over the floor. As the two made their way back towards the main hall, Malcolm clenched his fists. Before the two could reach the main hall, a series of lights turned on and blinded the two. "Stop right there!" a voice called out. Several police officers stepped forward with guns trained on Lucy and Malcolm while a man holding a megaphone and a flashlight approached the two. "You two are coming with us. You've got some explaining to do," the man said. October 6th, 1:50 AM: Crown City Park The police arrived on the scene in the time Lucy and Malcolm were dealing with the masked man. The curator's body was dealt with and the two Spiritmasters were taken down to the station and questioned about the battle in the museum. The entire museum was closed down for the police investigation and a warrant for Zex's arrest was made. Once the questioning was over and the two were sent away, Lucy and Malcolm headed to the Crown City Park, which was also the site of an incident in the past. Lucy and Belle were sitting on a park bench while they waited for Malcolm, who had left to go get something to drink. "That fight really took a lot out of me," Lucy said with a sigh. "You used a lot of your energy in that fight, Lucy. That guy was really strong," Belle replied while Lucy slowly looked up at the sky. "That masked man is out of our league. Malcolm, too. He used a weapon I thought only Commander Goodman could use," Lucy went on, remembering when Malcolm had managed to make the bow of light during the encounter. "Maybe Mr. Goodman taught him how to use it?" Belle asked. "I don't think so. Malcolm doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would know a Faction of Light commander. Speaking of which, Belle, how come I couldn't use that masked man's power when I copied it?" Lucy answered. "Well, this is only your seventh copied power. I wasn't thinking a case like this would ever come up, but when you copy someone's powers and try to use them, you're at that power's mercy. If you need to chant a magic spell like the original user has to or something along those lines, then I'll be positive," Belle explained, sounding a bit unsure herself. "A restriction, huh?" Lucy asked, trying to think about what kind of restriction the masked man would have on his powers. Malcolm arrived while Lucy was thinking about the whole thing with a couple of water bottles in his hands. "I'm sorry I'm late. Most of the stores around here are closed at this hour. Here, this one is for you. I assumed your Spirit did not want one since she doesn't need water," Malcolm said, handing one of the water bottles to Lucy. While Lucy opened up the water and took a sip, Malcolm sat down on the bench next to Belle. "Dark times are coming, Lucy," Malcolm began. "Dark times? What do you mean, Mr. Malcolm?" Belle asked. "That ring the masked man stole from us. It's a part of something that will lead to the end of our race as we know it," Malcolm continued. Upon hearing this, Lucy spit up a bit of her water and stood up. "The end of our race?! You can't be serious!" Lucy exclaimed. "I am serious. It's our world's fate. However, fate is not absolute," Malcolm tried to say. "Sure, for normal people like the police. For Spiritmasters like us, our fates are sealed the moment we're born," Lucy interrupted. A small laugh came from Malcolm while he dug through his backpack. "You remind me of when I was your age. It was a simpler time. A good friend of mine thought the same way you did. Trust me when I tell you fate can be changed, even for a Spiritmaster like you," Malcolm went on. He pulled an envelope out of his backpack and handed it to Lucy. She opened up the small envelope and pulled out a single ticket. "What's this for?" Lucy asked. "Lucy Seers, I have a special request for you. The ticket in your hand right now is a round-trip ticket to a small town in the mountains. A few days from today, a person's life will be in danger. I want you to go there and save them," Malcolm began to explain. "Why do you want me to do this? If you know someone is going to be attacked in that town in a few days, why don't you go yourself?" Lucy questioned. Malcolm froze up upon hearing Lucy's question. "I can't show my face in that town. I can't give you the details, but I can never go back there ever again. I figure you're a reliable young lady, so I can trust you with this mission. You won't be alone. I've contacted an associate of mine to aid you in this request," Malcolm answered as he dug through his backpack for something else. "Alright. Can I ask you one more question? Is this person you want me to save someone important to you?" Lucy asked. Once again, Malcolm stopped what he was doing to ponder on Lucy's question. "At a time, yes. You could say this person is someone dear to my heart. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should be going. It's rather late and I must find a place to stay for tonight," Malcolm replied while he closed his backpack and stood up. "Oh, alright. It was nice to meet you, Malcolm," Lucy said. "The feeling is mutual. Don't worry, though. We will meet again. When we do, I would like to discuss something with you. For now, I bid you farewell," Malcolm replied before he picked up his backpack and started walking away, leaving Lucy and Belle alone in the park. While Lucy watched Malcolm leave, Belle hopped off the bench and pulled on Lucy's pant leg a bit. "Lucy, we should hurry home too. Your parents will get worried," Belle pointed out. "You're right. Come on, let's go!" Lucy said, picking up Belle and running off in the opposite direction of Malcolm. Once he was out of the park, Malcolm stopped and pulled a bright red notebook and a pen from his jacket pocket. "Lucy Seers, a young girl who can generate glass walls from nothing and even copy the abilities of her foes. She seems capable for her age. If she met him, maybe he might open up more," Malcolm said to himself as he wrote details down on an empty page of his notebook. "The one who doesn't follow the path of light, but instead slogs through darkness blindly. I hope he is well," Malcolm added.
  20. Thursday Music Playlist Theme: Battle Music plays a huge part of my writing. It helps me create characters, scenes, and so forth. Sporadically, I'll be putting up themes and other music related stuff because well it's cool. The artists that have created this music are awesome.
  21. "Well, the third chapter of Dark Descent has been released ^_^ Sorry for taking so long on it, guys..." Dark Descent: Chapter 3 - Marvelous Misfortune
  22. The time has come once again...for original writing that totally isn't a nuzlocke. So, unlike Red Moon Nightmare, I have progress on this one, but it's still very much a work in progress. Any feedback or opinions on how it is or what I can improve on would be greatly appreciated. Whether this prologue has nothing to do with the main story's events or not...well, I'll leave that to you, the reader, to figure out. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. One hundred years have passed since that dreadful day. The day the Gate of Darkness was opened, unleashing the powers of darkness onto our world. All because of one human who chose to go against the ruling made by the masters of the worlds of humans and Spirits. The opening of that gate changed him and made him the very first Dark Spiritmaster. That day became known to history as The Harrowing. Over time, that name has was forgotten. The public know of the change in the world as The Great Disaster. The near eradication of our world, and the split between the human and Spirit worlds. Spirits are still able to come to our world, even with the worlds separated the way they are. As Spiritmasters, we are their partners. Our powers can only reach their max potential together. One is next to nothing without the other. That is the way this world has worked for hundreds of years. With darkness infesting our world, the order we once knew has begun to change. This has led to the making of the Faction of Light. November 3rd, 11:15 AM: Faction of Light Main HQ - 100 Years after The Harrowing "This brings us to our next order of business," a tall man standing in the center of a large room stated, pointing to an electronic screen. Over three hundred people were seated in the meeting hall, each of them with their own thoughts on the situation. "Our battle with the darkness has lasted without end for one hundred years. We had thought that shutting down the source of the problem would bring peace back to the world. It has taken us a long time, but we have finally received new information," the man started, taking out a remote and hitting a button to make a picture of a person appear on the large screen. "This is the Spirit known in our database as Stein. We have recently discovered evidence connecting Stein to the original Dark Spiritmaster, the cause of The Harrowing. This new evidence proves, without question, that this Spirit has a connection with the disaster's beginning. If any of you find this Spirit, you are to take care of him. The sooner we can erase this menace from the world, the sooner we can work towards rebuilding the way to the Spirit World," the man explained, pressing another button on the remote to make the picture on the screen disappear. "That will be all. You are all dismissed," the man at the front of the room finally finished. He watched as the room full of people began standing up and walking out of the room, having their own discussions among themselves. "Another hour in that room and I would've gone insane. What do you think, Chris?" a man asked the guy he was walking next to even though he was lost in thought. "You would think the council would be more concerned about the series of Spiritmaster murders that have sprung up over the past several months. They seem more concerned about this Dark Spirit that may be connected to that day. It's quite odd, don't you think, Desmond?" Chris replied after staying silent for a few moments. "Yeah, I guess. We don't have any leads on who this killer is, though. In any case, we should keep our eyes out for this Stein guy," Desmond replied while the two men walked outside and made their way to a white limousine where a young, pale boy stood waiting at the door. "Grim, you didn't have to wait outside. Spirits are allowed to attend the Faction of Light meetings," Desmond said to the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder. "My apologies, sir. I do not feel very safe in large crowds," the boy answered, opening up the door for the two men to enter the vehicle. Grim followed the two once they got in, closing the door and taking a seat next to Desmond. The two men talked about a few things while the limo drove away from the headquarters. Grim looked out the window while Chris and Desmond had their discussion, watching the scenery like a curious child who didn't get out much. He took a look up at the morning sky and saw what looked like a shooting star. The fact that there were shooting stars during the day bothered him a bit, but he didn't want to bother Chris and Desmond with questions. "Desmond, Grim, we got our clearance. I should've told you earlier, but the police are finally done investigating that crash site and I got the call during the meeting," Chris said, handing a few files to Desmond. The man read through the files, taking note of the police's notes and information and smiling a bit. "So it's a saucer crash site, huh? This whole thing seems a bit odd, don't you think?" Desmond asked. "It is. The police couldn't even get into the thing. That's where we come in. It's not official business, but there's bound to be some secrets in there to make it official business," Chris replied, taking the files from Desmond and putting them in a suitcase. "There's something fishy about all of this," Desmond grumbled. "You are right. With a case like this, you would think the Grand Council would've had an investigation started right after it began. It's not normal for them to ignore something this big," Chris replied with a nod. "Exactly," grunted Desmond, arms crossed over his chest. He turned his head towards the window, suspicion glinting in his eyes as he watched the scenery pass by. "Have you had any new visions? One that might shed some light on all of this?" "I wish there was. It's been a few months since the last one," Chris said with a sigh. "The same one you've been seeing a lot of lately?" "Yes. Three Spiritmasters who will come together and stop the upcoming disasters. At the moment, we can only hope they will be enough. The vision was not very clear." "They normally never are until it's too late. If the Grand Council isn't going to step in, we may have to take action. We can't put too much stock in that vision right now," Desmond pointed out. Chris clenched his fists. "Let's hope it doesn't need to come to that."
  23. "Finally got down to the story telling ^_^ Thanks for tuning in, you guys ^_^" Dark Descent: Chapter 2 - The King, Queen, and Royal Guards
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    other creative writing Dark Descent

    "Alright, so I'm making a story called Dark Descent ^_^ Here's the first part, the one that has all the characters that will be introduced so far ^_^" Dark Descent
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    other creative writing Dark Descent

    "Alright, so I'm making a story called Dark Descent ^_^ Here's the first part, the one that has all the characters that will be introduced so far ^_^" Dark Descent
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