Post by Areon on Feb 9, 2011 22:06:47 GMT -8
Spilled Blood from Shattered Hearts.
Introduction.
The world lay upon the brink of collapse, its creators and guardians slain as man rose against the heaven’s and won. If only they could have seen the destruction they would soon cause… the horrors they would unleash. Now only decaying skeletons of times passed make the landscape of the dark and dying world, the bones of skyscrapers and weapons of slaughter… guns, missiles, empty shells that once fell like crimson rain. Man still fights for its survival lead by a man name Septriss. This man massive and powerful has lead man since the cataclysm for over twenty years. Adorned with a bone white mask and hair as black as spite itself, tipped with a silver sheen from his moon blessed flesh. A walking armory and physical dominate he bears the full weight of mankind’s struggle upon his bronzed shoulders. The oldest human and only one who saw the cataclysm he is unquestioned by all of humanity.
The days felt as if they grew shorter and shorter… time was running out… he placed his hope to the future, he placed his hopes in the new generations. Two whom he almost felt envy for… the love between them encouraged him to continue this fight against fate. The two young lovers Nectranis and Dophia. Nectranis a young boy with short raven black hair and acid green eyes dark skinned with darker clothing which covered his muscled body. Dophia was a fair maiden with hair that dulled gold in brilliance and eyes of such a blue they made the sky rage with envy. A snow white dress covered her thin but muscular body filth turning the soft cloth grayish in several areas. These two lovers and their leader would soon decided the fate of the entire world… and thus the dice were cast and fates were sealed.
Ithia would change for better or for worst… yet fate was sealed before the books were found… yet it still felt of free will… false hopes to change horrid withering thought of change… One not to be taken lightly. Yet this falsity of hope made hearts burn and war rage… one spark of hope. To fight for truths unheard… lies untold… virgin paths untouched by corrupted feet. Yet among all things that drives hope… fate is never told before it is ushered. So that mortals may dance in conflicts of passion... prejudice… and perceptions of thousands of different eyes. Three shall herald the coming of a new age… one shall succeed… and all existence will rest upon their choice… and in the end… one man’s voice… shall be the only one heard.
Chapter One : Book of Err
Nectranis slowly brushed the ground with his fingers against the rock hard earth small dust clouds drifting behind his finger tips. He gazed upon the beautiful girl who was no more then sixteen years of age. Two years younger then himself yet they were more then happy together. He loved her kind heart, he in fact loved everything about her from her silken skin and golden hair to her love of what little nature remained. Her voice was enchanting as she spoke. “Nectranis… do you think… we’ll survive long enough for Septriss to bind us as soul mates?” She said watching the gloomy ash filled sky. She shook her head thinking how silly her question must be. She grasped her dress wringing it in her hands as she watched Nectranis stand up fully.
“Of coarse… I’d face the once gods themselves to make you happy…” His words held truth… he truly would face anything to keep her happy. He dragged his foot across the ground watching the dust drift by. “One day… we shall have a home… we will restore our lands to what they once were before we over threw the gods and followed them in their decent.” He shook his head he wasn’t around back then… yet the dreams of the dying gods and aftermath still haunted his mind… it haunted everyone’s mind, young and old. He held his heads as his visions became to such a clarity it crippled his senses.
White robes… a blurred figure standing against the towering forms. Fire raining down bombs exploding the towering forms falling. Death and destruction following as the seas raged and rains flooded, lighting struck violently and the winds picked up to devastating speeds. The world was plunged into apocalypse as the world fell into chaos. Innocence died as the innocent fell from the evils’ deeds. To strike down the gods… was to strike down ourselves.
Nectranis panted heavily as the visions of a dying world passed. His hands were coated in blood from his hands reflexively digging into his scalp as the dreams tormented his flesh through the wounds they inflicted upon his mind.
He rose to his feet he felt the contact and yet… not the warmth it brought on most occasions. He held Dophia tightly in his arms now, yet it felt empty. He knew his promises were lies… that one day his words of hope would wound her… wound her in such a way no blade nor cudgel could hope to match its sting. The jagged serrated edge of heart break and shattered innocence. The feeling he felt as his mother was killed because he wasn’t strong enough to protect her. It had ripped the air from his lungs. Stolen his heart and crushed his dreams underfoot. It had made him a shell of his former self for months. Doubt poisoned his every thought… indecision struck him with ire unseen. He felt every pore of his body burn with shame and rage. He felt weighted… his troubles building up on his buckling shoulders. Every breath getting harder… and once taken forced out by a fist of horrid nightmares. No… he couldn’t… he wouldn’t make her feel these things he felt. He would bear the weight of both of their troubles… even if it killed him. He sighed staring into her eyes… they reminded him of the great bodies of water that evaporated in his visions.
“Nectranis… you seem… distant lately. What troubles you?” She tightened her embrace around him as if he would slip away and forever vanish into the darkness that was death. “The visions… they have returned haven’t they…”
Tears began to run down her face. “You stopped performing the rituals Septriss instructed you do… didn’t you… why go through this pain when you can do some simple act and rid yourself of it for an entire day… you know I can not stand the pain you feel…”
“It is naught to worry about… I shouldn’t hide… these visions show me our errs… our punishment for turning against the gods. The whips of our crime. If we avoid the scorn of our ill deeds how can we learn… how can we prevent it from happening again… if no one remembers what happened.” he caressed her face with his hand, running his second through her golden locks. “Come… Septriss will be worried if were out much longer… the sun prepares to cross the thresh hold of night my dearest…” He started leading her towards the worn hide tents sewn from many different animals. Patched so many times, in so many places, that it looked almost as if it was made that way. Nectranis stumbled as his foot collided with a hard object . He found this strange… this area had always been flat. He stooped down to pick up a large tome with a binding as black as the very essence of darkness. Its pages crimson, he flipped through the pristine pages marked with golden letters. He felt driven… his mind felt strange as he read groups of letters which formed words. It hurt his head as he read… he couldn’t understand it… he never learned -how- to read… and yet he was. He felt as if he was invincible wielding this black bound book. Its words made their own sense… each word held specific meaning… the and the were each unique in his psyche which unraveled the mystical text. His closed it before stalking off.
Dophia bit her lip as Nectranis ran off without her. He… never left her alone out here before. She felt alone and scared out in the barren land devoid of life except for herself. A deep loneliness started to well up as tears ran down her checks. She began to run after him fear not for her self but for Nectranis… she hoped the book was not of the evil lies the once government spewed in such a way that it changed good men foul. The vile painted words of propaganda and villainy of political lies. She walked slowly back towards the encampment at its threshold the towering figure of Septriss greeted her.
“What… is wrong? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you and Nectranis apart since you two met…” He placed a hand on her small shoulder, compared to his own, he patted her softly like a father would. “ I hope you two did not get into a fight. Though… I am worried… why he would be holding a book as if it was a child… few can read… and… paper doesn’t last that long… you two didn’t enter the sub-terrain ruins did you…” he glanced towards Dophia as she shook her head, which caused her hair to shimmer as it bounced around on her head.
“We did not go anywhere near them.. He found it sticking out of the barren plains…”
“I see… paper doesn’t survive that long exposed to the elements like that… I don’t like this one bit…” Septriss began to walk towards the young man’s tent to see what this book was all about. He pushed aside the curtain and sat down by the dark hair boy. “What are you thinking boy… don’t let a book stand between you and love.” He scowled as Nectranis didn’t so much as look up as he spoke.
“I have no choice… This… speaks of a way… to bring forth a new age… destroy this empty shell of a world and bore it a new. I can keep the promise I made to her… I’ll be able to give her a home where the land isn’t dead. I must… do this for her.”
“Boy… this isn’t the way to go about it… your making the love of your life feel isolated… she’s been at your side for eight years… and now you leave her with some fantasy book… if you want to pursue it… don’t leave her out of it… she feels hurt.”
“I… can’t… she is far to much of a distraction Septriss… I won’t be able to focus… I won’t be able to keep my promise.” He gave a heart shuddering sigh. “Either way I lose… I cause her pain now or later… but… if I do this… I can give her a happy ever after… like the stories you read to us as children.”
“Don’t get so caught up in the happy ever after… that you make the journey more costly then the reward. I would think you of all people would understand we weren’t meant to change this world… we can’t command the world to change for us… we must change for it.”
Nectranis stood up rage building in his eyes. “You know… for a man as old and supposedly wise as you… all you do is preach that we must change… how much have we changed? What is the point when the world grows closer and closer to complete destruction. There is no point to fight for this world… only to hope that we can build a new one… one where we can survive.” He shook his head. “Just… leave me… I do not wish to speak any more to you.” Septriss shook his head before turning on his heel.
“If you keep it bottled up inside… one day you’ll learn the true meaning of regret… and it will come with hands soiled in sin…” He walked forward knowing that trouble was brewing… and his people would feel the scorn of conflict. He looked around his dying people… he saw the blood that would be soon to run down their bodies. He looked at his hands which would soon feel foreign and baptized in the blood of his soon to be sin riddled soul. Children… scared by war… woman widowed by the scorn and desires of a single man… he silently swore he’d never let it get that far… he’d never let his people feel the long since forgotten tragedies of war.
Chapter Two : Book of Vita
Tears ran down her face in cascading waterfalls. Though even this did little to truly show the pain that coursed within her. She had been forsaken by her father… her mother has slain herself and all she had was Nectranis… and now even he had forsook her. She trembled against the ever growing anguish, the ever rising water that slowly tried to pull her down as it rose, the ever changing world that only wished to drive her further and further away from others. She shivered as a hand covered her small shoulder. “Oh… Septriss…” She began but stopped as she sniffled and wiped the tears that were blinding her away. “W…what did I do wrong. Why… would he desert me…”
“Calm yourself… do not fret… I shall try and make everything better.” Septriss said wiping a streak of dirt off her cheek with his thumb. “Now… where did you to find that book…”
“In… the wastelands… where we usually watch the clouds… you showed us where it was when we were but children.” her voice was solemn, the elder’s presence had given her enough comfort to stop her tears in their tracks. She watched him silently, as he walked off towards the wasteland. Though she still felt his presence… he had always been the Sheppard of the flock and had withstood the trials of time better then anyone else.
He took long easy strides his skilled eyes scouring the land until he saw the imprint of the book in the ground. The impression didn’t make sense… it looked as if it had struck the ground and lodged itself into the earth with a great deal of force… as if it had descended from the very heavens. He brushed his hand against the clear imprint… one could make out the pages and every wrinkle in its leather binding. A grimace crossed his face forcing him to bring back his hand. He remembered such things… the great glorious leader… magic… it had returned… he smelled the vile atrocity that had claimed so much during man kind’s revolution against the very gods. His eyes lowered as he breathed deeply. Magic had built the former civilization which had flourished to such grandeur that man kind could only further themselves by replacing the Gods. What a horrible idea… never content until it was all gone.
Dophia tightened her robes as the wind picked up… she walked idly through the red dust in a perfect line. Foot forward, heel to toes, step after step she created a ray and felt like she may as well walk forward until the end of time. Though after an hour of self contemplation towards whether she should or shouldn’t confront Nectranis was brought to an end when she came to the realization, that she was in fact lost. Her eyes began to water when a second realization came to mind… the sun was setting and night in unfamiliar territory a death wish. She panicked back tracking over the line she had made in a sprint she hoped to reach home before darkness enveloped everything in its inky oblivion. Though as she ran she screamed as she fell face first onto the hard ground. Pain sprouted from all over her body as it skinned her for arms and knees. “Help! Septriss, anyone!” She sniveled before catching a glimpse of what had caught her foot. Her soft hands moved over the even softer white cover, the binding was laced with gold that shone brilliant despite its earthen tomb. She pulled upon it until it slid out and she continued on her way the pain from her arms and legs stinging with every move… it was unpleasant but a much better alternative to death. (WIP)
Introduction.
The world lay upon the brink of collapse, its creators and guardians slain as man rose against the heaven’s and won. If only they could have seen the destruction they would soon cause… the horrors they would unleash. Now only decaying skeletons of times passed make the landscape of the dark and dying world, the bones of skyscrapers and weapons of slaughter… guns, missiles, empty shells that once fell like crimson rain. Man still fights for its survival lead by a man name Septriss. This man massive and powerful has lead man since the cataclysm for over twenty years. Adorned with a bone white mask and hair as black as spite itself, tipped with a silver sheen from his moon blessed flesh. A walking armory and physical dominate he bears the full weight of mankind’s struggle upon his bronzed shoulders. The oldest human and only one who saw the cataclysm he is unquestioned by all of humanity.
The days felt as if they grew shorter and shorter… time was running out… he placed his hope to the future, he placed his hopes in the new generations. Two whom he almost felt envy for… the love between them encouraged him to continue this fight against fate. The two young lovers Nectranis and Dophia. Nectranis a young boy with short raven black hair and acid green eyes dark skinned with darker clothing which covered his muscled body. Dophia was a fair maiden with hair that dulled gold in brilliance and eyes of such a blue they made the sky rage with envy. A snow white dress covered her thin but muscular body filth turning the soft cloth grayish in several areas. These two lovers and their leader would soon decided the fate of the entire world… and thus the dice were cast and fates were sealed.
Ithia would change for better or for worst… yet fate was sealed before the books were found… yet it still felt of free will… false hopes to change horrid withering thought of change… One not to be taken lightly. Yet this falsity of hope made hearts burn and war rage… one spark of hope. To fight for truths unheard… lies untold… virgin paths untouched by corrupted feet. Yet among all things that drives hope… fate is never told before it is ushered. So that mortals may dance in conflicts of passion... prejudice… and perceptions of thousands of different eyes. Three shall herald the coming of a new age… one shall succeed… and all existence will rest upon their choice… and in the end… one man’s voice… shall be the only one heard.
Chapter One : Book of Err
Nectranis slowly brushed the ground with his fingers against the rock hard earth small dust clouds drifting behind his finger tips. He gazed upon the beautiful girl who was no more then sixteen years of age. Two years younger then himself yet they were more then happy together. He loved her kind heart, he in fact loved everything about her from her silken skin and golden hair to her love of what little nature remained. Her voice was enchanting as she spoke. “Nectranis… do you think… we’ll survive long enough for Septriss to bind us as soul mates?” She said watching the gloomy ash filled sky. She shook her head thinking how silly her question must be. She grasped her dress wringing it in her hands as she watched Nectranis stand up fully.
“Of coarse… I’d face the once gods themselves to make you happy…” His words held truth… he truly would face anything to keep her happy. He dragged his foot across the ground watching the dust drift by. “One day… we shall have a home… we will restore our lands to what they once were before we over threw the gods and followed them in their decent.” He shook his head he wasn’t around back then… yet the dreams of the dying gods and aftermath still haunted his mind… it haunted everyone’s mind, young and old. He held his heads as his visions became to such a clarity it crippled his senses.
White robes… a blurred figure standing against the towering forms. Fire raining down bombs exploding the towering forms falling. Death and destruction following as the seas raged and rains flooded, lighting struck violently and the winds picked up to devastating speeds. The world was plunged into apocalypse as the world fell into chaos. Innocence died as the innocent fell from the evils’ deeds. To strike down the gods… was to strike down ourselves.
Nectranis panted heavily as the visions of a dying world passed. His hands were coated in blood from his hands reflexively digging into his scalp as the dreams tormented his flesh through the wounds they inflicted upon his mind.
He rose to his feet he felt the contact and yet… not the warmth it brought on most occasions. He held Dophia tightly in his arms now, yet it felt empty. He knew his promises were lies… that one day his words of hope would wound her… wound her in such a way no blade nor cudgel could hope to match its sting. The jagged serrated edge of heart break and shattered innocence. The feeling he felt as his mother was killed because he wasn’t strong enough to protect her. It had ripped the air from his lungs. Stolen his heart and crushed his dreams underfoot. It had made him a shell of his former self for months. Doubt poisoned his every thought… indecision struck him with ire unseen. He felt every pore of his body burn with shame and rage. He felt weighted… his troubles building up on his buckling shoulders. Every breath getting harder… and once taken forced out by a fist of horrid nightmares. No… he couldn’t… he wouldn’t make her feel these things he felt. He would bear the weight of both of their troubles… even if it killed him. He sighed staring into her eyes… they reminded him of the great bodies of water that evaporated in his visions.
“Nectranis… you seem… distant lately. What troubles you?” She tightened her embrace around him as if he would slip away and forever vanish into the darkness that was death. “The visions… they have returned haven’t they…”
Tears began to run down her face. “You stopped performing the rituals Septriss instructed you do… didn’t you… why go through this pain when you can do some simple act and rid yourself of it for an entire day… you know I can not stand the pain you feel…”
“It is naught to worry about… I shouldn’t hide… these visions show me our errs… our punishment for turning against the gods. The whips of our crime. If we avoid the scorn of our ill deeds how can we learn… how can we prevent it from happening again… if no one remembers what happened.” he caressed her face with his hand, running his second through her golden locks. “Come… Septriss will be worried if were out much longer… the sun prepares to cross the thresh hold of night my dearest…” He started leading her towards the worn hide tents sewn from many different animals. Patched so many times, in so many places, that it looked almost as if it was made that way. Nectranis stumbled as his foot collided with a hard object . He found this strange… this area had always been flat. He stooped down to pick up a large tome with a binding as black as the very essence of darkness. Its pages crimson, he flipped through the pristine pages marked with golden letters. He felt driven… his mind felt strange as he read groups of letters which formed words. It hurt his head as he read… he couldn’t understand it… he never learned -how- to read… and yet he was. He felt as if he was invincible wielding this black bound book. Its words made their own sense… each word held specific meaning… the and the were each unique in his psyche which unraveled the mystical text. His closed it before stalking off.
Dophia bit her lip as Nectranis ran off without her. He… never left her alone out here before. She felt alone and scared out in the barren land devoid of life except for herself. A deep loneliness started to well up as tears ran down her checks. She began to run after him fear not for her self but for Nectranis… she hoped the book was not of the evil lies the once government spewed in such a way that it changed good men foul. The vile painted words of propaganda and villainy of political lies. She walked slowly back towards the encampment at its threshold the towering figure of Septriss greeted her.
“What… is wrong? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you and Nectranis apart since you two met…” He placed a hand on her small shoulder, compared to his own, he patted her softly like a father would. “ I hope you two did not get into a fight. Though… I am worried… why he would be holding a book as if it was a child… few can read… and… paper doesn’t last that long… you two didn’t enter the sub-terrain ruins did you…” he glanced towards Dophia as she shook her head, which caused her hair to shimmer as it bounced around on her head.
“We did not go anywhere near them.. He found it sticking out of the barren plains…”
“I see… paper doesn’t survive that long exposed to the elements like that… I don’t like this one bit…” Septriss began to walk towards the young man’s tent to see what this book was all about. He pushed aside the curtain and sat down by the dark hair boy. “What are you thinking boy… don’t let a book stand between you and love.” He scowled as Nectranis didn’t so much as look up as he spoke.
“I have no choice… This… speaks of a way… to bring forth a new age… destroy this empty shell of a world and bore it a new. I can keep the promise I made to her… I’ll be able to give her a home where the land isn’t dead. I must… do this for her.”
“Boy… this isn’t the way to go about it… your making the love of your life feel isolated… she’s been at your side for eight years… and now you leave her with some fantasy book… if you want to pursue it… don’t leave her out of it… she feels hurt.”
“I… can’t… she is far to much of a distraction Septriss… I won’t be able to focus… I won’t be able to keep my promise.” He gave a heart shuddering sigh. “Either way I lose… I cause her pain now or later… but… if I do this… I can give her a happy ever after… like the stories you read to us as children.”
“Don’t get so caught up in the happy ever after… that you make the journey more costly then the reward. I would think you of all people would understand we weren’t meant to change this world… we can’t command the world to change for us… we must change for it.”
Nectranis stood up rage building in his eyes. “You know… for a man as old and supposedly wise as you… all you do is preach that we must change… how much have we changed? What is the point when the world grows closer and closer to complete destruction. There is no point to fight for this world… only to hope that we can build a new one… one where we can survive.” He shook his head. “Just… leave me… I do not wish to speak any more to you.” Septriss shook his head before turning on his heel.
“If you keep it bottled up inside… one day you’ll learn the true meaning of regret… and it will come with hands soiled in sin…” He walked forward knowing that trouble was brewing… and his people would feel the scorn of conflict. He looked around his dying people… he saw the blood that would be soon to run down their bodies. He looked at his hands which would soon feel foreign and baptized in the blood of his soon to be sin riddled soul. Children… scared by war… woman widowed by the scorn and desires of a single man… he silently swore he’d never let it get that far… he’d never let his people feel the long since forgotten tragedies of war.
Chapter Two : Book of Vita
Tears ran down her face in cascading waterfalls. Though even this did little to truly show the pain that coursed within her. She had been forsaken by her father… her mother has slain herself and all she had was Nectranis… and now even he had forsook her. She trembled against the ever growing anguish, the ever rising water that slowly tried to pull her down as it rose, the ever changing world that only wished to drive her further and further away from others. She shivered as a hand covered her small shoulder. “Oh… Septriss…” She began but stopped as she sniffled and wiped the tears that were blinding her away. “W…what did I do wrong. Why… would he desert me…”
“Calm yourself… do not fret… I shall try and make everything better.” Septriss said wiping a streak of dirt off her cheek with his thumb. “Now… where did you to find that book…”
“In… the wastelands… where we usually watch the clouds… you showed us where it was when we were but children.” her voice was solemn, the elder’s presence had given her enough comfort to stop her tears in their tracks. She watched him silently, as he walked off towards the wasteland. Though she still felt his presence… he had always been the Sheppard of the flock and had withstood the trials of time better then anyone else.
He took long easy strides his skilled eyes scouring the land until he saw the imprint of the book in the ground. The impression didn’t make sense… it looked as if it had struck the ground and lodged itself into the earth with a great deal of force… as if it had descended from the very heavens. He brushed his hand against the clear imprint… one could make out the pages and every wrinkle in its leather binding. A grimace crossed his face forcing him to bring back his hand. He remembered such things… the great glorious leader… magic… it had returned… he smelled the vile atrocity that had claimed so much during man kind’s revolution against the very gods. His eyes lowered as he breathed deeply. Magic had built the former civilization which had flourished to such grandeur that man kind could only further themselves by replacing the Gods. What a horrible idea… never content until it was all gone.
Dophia tightened her robes as the wind picked up… she walked idly through the red dust in a perfect line. Foot forward, heel to toes, step after step she created a ray and felt like she may as well walk forward until the end of time. Though after an hour of self contemplation towards whether she should or shouldn’t confront Nectranis was brought to an end when she came to the realization, that she was in fact lost. Her eyes began to water when a second realization came to mind… the sun was setting and night in unfamiliar territory a death wish. She panicked back tracking over the line she had made in a sprint she hoped to reach home before darkness enveloped everything in its inky oblivion. Though as she ran she screamed as she fell face first onto the hard ground. Pain sprouted from all over her body as it skinned her for arms and knees. “Help! Septriss, anyone!” She sniveled before catching a glimpse of what had caught her foot. Her soft hands moved over the even softer white cover, the binding was laced with gold that shone brilliant despite its earthen tomb. She pulled upon it until it slid out and she continued on her way the pain from her arms and legs stinging with every move… it was unpleasant but a much better alternative to death. (WIP)