Well here is the second installment to The Chronicles of Thera, and I hope you guys enjoy it. Oh by the way if you guys do read it could you do me a favor and tell me what you think about it and what you think, I could do to improve my style of writing.
Introduction - Part.2 of 4
He continued down the long road ahead, he came by an alleyway. Just before a collapsed parliament building, the only thing remaining intact where the pillars that failed in its cause from holding the roof to be in the sky but failed spiralling to the ground to its fate. Jericho walked into the barren alleyway not wanting to see all that remains of liberty, but to see his destination the alleyway of secrets.
The alleyway was a dead end but if you have ever been taught anything in your life in Thera you know that nothing is what it seems. The barren alleyway was nearly empty except for two over flowing garbage cans and a ripped up poster hanging on its last thread on the wall to right near the end of the alleyway. He walked to the end of the alleyway still feeling the gaze of the shadows sending chills up his spine.
He reached the end of the alleyway taking the glove off his right hand feeling the rigid surface of the wall. He unbuckles his outer belt opening up his large coat, strapped on the inner belt holding his silver fur pants up, and a silver sword ridded with strange crystals. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a piece of white chalk and begins to draw a door.
Jericho finishes drawing the door on the alley wall, after finishing the outline of the door. He stepped back a few steps the wall. It sounded as if it where an old man straining his bad hip from lifting something heavy. The chalk lines became indents in the wall, it made a sound of pressurised air being released. The indented wall slid to the side revealing a bricked archway.
On the sides of the walls were unlighted torches. Jericho mumbled a few words under his breath. At the moment the torches lit revealing a wooden door at the end of the hallway, a large arched doorway. He went into the stone hallway, halfway through the stone hallway. The door made with chalk re-seals it self making the same groaning sound. Jericho getÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s to the end of the hallway to the doorway, a door with no handle, no latch, no discernable way of opening it except for a keyhole.
Jericho unbuckles his outer belt once again he opens his jacket, he began to dig in his pockets once again. He pulls out a strange pearl white key, made from ivory from a Spiktor frontal skull horn. Jericho remembered when he killed his first Spiktor with his father long ago. He remembered the strange insect like beast nearly six feet tall, now all that remains is this ivory key. Now inside the keyhole as Jericho turned the key light came out the keyhole illuminating his hand.
Jericho opened the door it slowly cringed from the years of rust build up. The door opened all the way revealing a beautiful, large circular room. With pillars on the end of the circle, with carvings of spiktorÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s all over them. He looked around the room, something was very wrong.
He looked around the room seeing four wooden desks with papers sprawled over the table tops and over the floor. Someone was in here looking for something. Jericho walked to the tables to see, all of the drawers ajar. He walks up to the desks and looks inside the drawer. He begins to look through the captions of the folders. He getÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s to the Ã¢â‚¬Å“Book CarrierÃ¢â‚¬Â, the folder is empty, Jericho gets out right away. Jericho knew this was one person and only one person could want this. Jericho goes almost instantaneously into a sprint out of there. Through the corridor which he came through he sprinted towards the wall. The wall had moved back when he had entered his secret place.
- To Be Continued Monday-
10 years agoHatredcopter
10 years agoHatredcopter
Well here is the first installment to The Chronicles of Thera, and I hope you guys enjoy it. Oh by the way if you guys do read it could you do me a favor and tell me what you think about it and what you think, I could do to improve my style of writing.
-This is the edited version of the picture from my last journal, I thought it would fit nicely for the first installment to the series.
Introduction - Part.1 of 4
It has been fifteen years since the end of The Great War, but Sursia, like many of the other regions in Thera, is still suffering immensely from its horrible impact. My once prosperous, amicable country is now barren and lost to the scum of Thera. A haven for the weak willed and criminals to coalesce, spreading their greed and ill nature like a ruthless plague. Even the immortal Ulfia, people employed to enforce the sacred laws, were given orders by The Greater Council of Thera to flee this putrid wasteland. Nobody wants anything to do with the corrupted, deceitful people who reside here and who could blame them? The economic downfall that followed the war destroyed any hope for redemption within my people. Who would willingly live in a world where no one has any faith left in themselves or their future?
Jericho Griffins bitterly pondered all this as he trudged along one of many grimy, rat infested streets in the south end of Toan, the capital city of Sursia. He couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t fight the daunting thoughts that afflicted his mind.
Why am I still coming back here after all the loss and pain IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve experienced? All the good people left this place years ago. Why did I not help them? Jericho questioned himself.
However, the stubborn pride Jericho felt for his slowly decaying homeland prevented him from leaving his homeland alone always visiting this corrupted place once called home. He refused to let go of the honor he held in what Sursia used to stand for. It was everything a man should strive to obtain: power, loyalty, honesty and respect. But this was no place to have a family he realized long ago he left this place in ruins as it was after the war. Now they are safe in Landael his new homeland that stands for what all of Suseria had stood for.
A gust of wind ruffled the bottom of his black leather jacket as Jericho ploughed onward, hoping to reach his final destination in one piece. In an area such as Toan, it was best to draw as little attention to yourself as possible. You never really knew what could be lurking in the shadows, a fact that not only frightened Jericho but stirred a sense of longing inside him. He yearned for the old days when you could walk out your front door without fear of injury, defilement, or even eradication staining your thoughts.
This was the last place I saw my father alive. This very street, in which I stand now, was where he spoke his final words to me. Jericho remembered with sickening clarity. The wave of nostalgia struck him like a slap to the face.
He could remember he was just a little boy at the time just ten years old still a child. His father bought little Jericho a sword a silver short sword. Which is now JerichoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s sonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s sword, Jericho gave it to his son just as his own father gave it to him before he died.
As Jericho reminisced his childhood, clouds covered the moon just as the bad memories covering his minds eye. The streets darkened now the only source of light, how little it was the light escaping through the cracks of the boarded up windows. Feeling the peopleÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes upon him like sweet chill up his spin, studying his every move silently unspoken and hidden from his own gaze. From the cracks of the boarded windows and the dark alleys staring daggers into him, questioning his every move to be hostile or harmless. Jericho continued to his destination slowly not wanting to provoke the many cut throats of this land now a foreign land to him.
It began to snow lightly Jericho stopped in the middle of the street and looked up to the sky. Remembering something his father had said to him before he died they where walking back to the Griffin Estate, JerichoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s first home now fallen by the elements of war. He said that Ã¢â‚¬Å“A gentle snow fall was the frozen tears of The God of the sky Rescon, crying for that a good man will die for anotherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s folly.
- To Be Continued Monday-
10 years agoHatredcopter
Hello some of you mostly only DmanZ may remember my original profile on red vs blue masterFLEX on that profile I began a story by the name of The Dark Materials. Now after 3 years of this story torturing me, I have been working working on it like a mad man. Now the storyline of the whole series has been finished for 5 books all together. I have been working on book. 1 these past 3 months, I have completed the first 21 pages of book one single spaced so, I basically have finished 42 pages in book form.
The story was a classic revenge story of a boy seeking revenge for the murder of his father, and finding out his and his families secrets on the way. I have not changed the story from that at all it still holds the original storyline from 3 years ago except more action and detail and the plot lines are fleshed out much more, bringing the storyline to life.
So I will begin today with the Prologue and I will put out the introduction in sections every week then chapter 1 etc. So every week no matter what a new part of The Chronicles of Thera (The Dark Materials) Will be released for the next 6 months. No delays. Just so you understand this version of the book will be draft 1, so enjoy the prologue today, and tomorrow part 1 of the introduction will be put out then every Monday it will be scheduled to be put out on a regular basis. So now just enjoy.
-This picture was the original picture that introduced the series 3 years ago it is only fitting to have it for the re-boot of the series. I will re make the picture for tomorrow's 2nd installment of The Chronicles of Thera.
This story like many others begins in a different world, a world full of extraordinary beasts and foreign people. A world intertwined with the mysteries of its dark magic, but bound by its macabre past. An exotic land you may have known in a previous life or maybe, a place you have never visited at all, the world of TheraÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Thera was not always the peaceful land it is now. In fact, since the sudden halt of The Great War (a terrible time of carnage between The Four Great Nations of Thera), there has only been fourteen years where peace has reigned over its existence.
You see the Four Great nations never really agreed on the amount of land each had at their disposal. So it was inevitable that tension slowly began to rise amongst them. It wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t until the assassination of one of the three leaders in an area called the Tri-islands, however, that things started to go awry. The event known to most as Ã¢â‚¬Å“the straw that broke the camelÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s backÃ¢â‚¬Â or simply the day all hell broke loose.
The Tri-islands, as accurately described by its name, is a small formation of three islands that lies in the Southern Nation of Alexei. Their leader, Sergei Fitzgear, was a man quite insidious by nature. He had been waiting for an event such as this in order to claim war against their rival country called The Northern Nation of Murred.
Once this full out war was declared, the other two nations were dragged into the mess as well. They had no choice in the matter due to the conspiratorial treaties they adopted. The West Nation of Nethral signed a treaty that stated that if the Northern Nation went to war, they would join them. While, The Eastern Nation of Gora came to the same agreement with the Southern nation some say the treaties caused the war.
Thus, began The Great War in the year of 1307, the year of our lord. It was the period where the world of Thera was plunged into chaos. Two decades of death, destruction and disarray. Thousands of lives were lost amongst the blood shed, pulling all the nations into very dark times.
In 1326, after they could bear the devastation no longer, the leaders finally agreed to come to a compromise. They congregated at an undisclosed location within the Tri-islands and established a mutual agreement that even today it is unknown how it exactly unfolded.
But that of course is all history, and after 15 years marked to the day, change is in the air. A new fate awaits Thera and its lingering aura instills terror amidst the people. Though the world may be recovering from its wounds, the evil is not gone and its appetite has grownÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
- To Be Continued Tomorrow-
10 years agoHatredcopter
Well, I just saw it the other day, I was very pleased with it. It was a solid sequel, I don't know what these reviewers were thing giving it bad rep, it was better then the first for sure. I recommend you guys watch it 4 out of 5 stars for sure.
10 years agoHatredcopter
Log. 000 - Origin
I began to pick the scab on my hand it itched and burned with an icy hot feeling surging through my arm. It all began during breakfast as, I was reading the morning newspaper. I was reading the main article about some millionaire who had committed suicide. Right after, I read the headline and began to read the actual article. My hand began to itch so, I scratched it as, I scratched harder it felt better. I put the paper down now the pain from the scab becoming unbearable. I looked at my hand the scab had begun to grow and spread across my hand entombing it in a black hard rock like scab.
As the scab completely entombed my right hand to the wrist, from the top of my hand a spike began to grow out of my hand. I began to freak out trashing my living room ramming into the walls and hitting the couch. Each place, I hit began to darken the areas, I had hit with my rock like spike. As, I stopped my arm flexed and my veins began to darken my whole arm from my wrist to my shoulder became a pale bluish color.
I could feel the power inside my arm now, I hit the wall causing the wall itself to cave in it self changing its very fabric. From sheer surprise, I calmed down looking at the wall where the wall was darkened from the impact. Forgetting about the burning feeling going throughout my arm a moment of clarity came to me. I realized how this happened to me. It came from my work it must have came from the Communicable Disease Prevention and Control Center. After all it was all a faÃƒÂ§ade preventing diseases was a lie. I turned on the TV it said riots had broke out farther in city, just a cover. The world is going slowly insane it isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t just me, the infection itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s spreading.
Log. 001 - C.P.D.C.C (Communicable Disease Prevention and Control Center)
It was spreading this thing that grew on my arm. Not just spreading on me but spreading across the country. As, I got into town a TV store had television sets on the news, the anchor man said this infection was spreading across the country causing riots and anarchy. He even said some police officials had been seen killing pedestrians in the street execution style, on that moment a man came onto the screen a man in a black robe snapped the anchors neck, "we are having technical difficulties" screen came on.
I headed deeper into the city towards the C.P.D.C.C were all this madness started, where I would find my answers. I could feel the changes happening inside of me, even my bones where changing. As I came closer and closer to the C.P.D.C.C, the streets seemed to be more and more chaotic with fires and screams. Anarchy. This truly was ground zero so, I had been right it did start here.
The road was jammed from a ten car pile up, I had to walk in the shadows against the walls. Not wanting to go near the cars thinking the dead inside where going to grab my legs as, I walked by. The C.P.D.C.C came in sight there were a mob of people wanting entrance to the compound for help. But being locked out the C.P.D.C.C guards were armed with semi automatic weapons there triggers itchy in fear at the mob before them. A mob of people mutated with this strange disease, all of them with variations the sickness. I came closer to the mob eventually joining them, I was one of them. Some had black spikes coming out of there arms or back. Or some with a porcupine sort of spikes on there back. But we all shared one thing our eyes were different. Our retinas black and our pupils black. The mob became violent someone had thrown a moltov at a guard. The guard went up in flames falling from the fifteen foot barrier a loud thud the guard had snapped his neck better that way. Rather snap my neck then burn alive. That's when the other guards began to shot with semi automatics down upon us, I became cold and blacked out.
Log. 002 - The Coming Storm
I woke up, my hands covered in blood, I could feel the warmth of the blood slowly drip as, and I looked at the body before me. A man ripped to shreds blood splattered on the ground.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Did I do this?Ã¢â‚¬Â I asked myself as I looked closer, I could tell it had been a C.P.D.C.C guard even under all the gore. What has happened here, I looked around myself seeing the others from the mob who tried to get in. They were also covered in blood as well looking around themselves wondering what had happened. They just stood entranced starring at the bodies of the C.P.D.C.C. They ran in fear from what they believe they have done away from the C.P.D.C.C center in fear of what they may do if they treaded forward.
I went forward my sleeves rolled up showing my blood soaked hands clearly. I walked slowly to the entrance realizing that there are no more guards left all gone and dead now. But the entrance steel blast doors had been ripped open right down the middle with a large hole surrounded with blood. What had happened here who did this or what. I went up to the steel blast doors nothing could have done this nothing. I looked through the hole just darkness with a flickering light in at the end of the hallway and the echo of screams from farther within. The rain began to pour hard as the storm came. I went inside into the darkness.
To Be Continued....
10 years agoHatredcopter
A Long Time Part. I
Re-Introduction (51 days have passed)
It has been a long time since Rex & Charlie encountered Mako and decided to head there way to Buffalo it has been a long journey. The world has changed since the outbreak, the world has changed and it will never go back to normal. It has taken them nearly two months to reach Buffalo to find the man Ã¢â‚¬Å“ThirteenÃ¢â‚¬Â. During there journey to Buffalo they had met many people on the way mostly psychopaths. But there was a group of five people, they seemed to be looking for a man they called him "The Elder One". As they reached Buffalo they had taken refuge in an electronic store, in this store Rex had found a electronic recorder this when Rex began his record of the events that took place after the infection.
Log number Nine - They had been the only people we had seen without the infection since the outbreak. They did not fear our afflictions they where the only un hostile people of the ruins of society. Unfortunately there where several people who where not as welcoming. Each day we seemed to be getting closer and closer to Thirteen finding people who where in a comatose state repeating "We are not worthy for Thirteen" we had seen three cases of this happening. The first one we tried to speak with trying to snap them out of it, they just freaked out and ran in fury through the streets. Today is June. 23rd. End of Log 9.
"I see your sticking with making a documentation of all these events Rex." Rex said fluently in his voice from before the outbreak. His voice had improved drastically over there long journey to Buffalo, which has made Charlie extremely happy with his progress. Although he has lost all his hair during the journey he didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mind that as much.
"Ya Charlie, I think it will help us understand what exactly has happened to us maybe even a way to help us find a cure. But having such a large mutation like me and you, I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t think we can be cured but we may be able to help others from it." Rex said looking at his right arm, it had spread all the way to his shoulder and began to spread to his throat.
"Well, I think that would be a good plan, I guess but we have to find this "Thirteen" character it seems he is Patient zero. We need to find him" Rex thought about this and listened to Charlie's input, and took it in.
"Okay, I think we should rest till tomorrow morning." Rex said Charlie nodded his head in approval.
To Be Continued....
10 years agoHatredcopter
Well today, I had an exam on Ancient History, I wen't through it under an hour. Well, I'm not very worried about my mark in that course. I am just worried about my mark in Math I'm going into the exam with a 49% in the course. If I dont pass the exam, I will have to take 2 weeks of Summer school.
Well as I am typing this I am watching the street fighter movie. It is a horrible movie do not pay for it dont even download it. It is just horrible.
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