Under the darkened sky, the fire crackled peacefully in the silence of the valley. They sat across from each other, watching the flames dance in the air.
At last she spoke, her face raised to meet his own. There was hesitation in her voice- a tone of disbelief.
"Again and again, I see only death surrounding me. No matter what actions are taken against the king, each resistance falls to his armies. I've seen familiar faces die again and again but you..."
His eyes remained calm but questioning.
"What about me? What do you see?"
"Instead of death, I see you cloaked in shadow and engulfed in flame, alway alive and fighting in the midst of the ravages of war. Never falling. Never dying."
He sat silent for a moment, pondering her words. Turning them over in his mind, again and again.
Cloaked in shadow and engulfed in flame.
"What does this mean?"
She shook her head quickly, casting her eyes back to the fire and pulling the blanket tightly around her.
"I don't know... I don't know."
The silence rose once again between the two. As the flames continued their eternal dance, he watched her slowly fall into a deep sleep below the blackened night.
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Commentary:
I got this idea while watching The Scorpion King. There isn't much to say about it except some sort of foreshadowing in regards to the 'hero' always surviving, his destiny unclear until the end. Its a generic idea of sorts but theres always a way to make them unique.
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05 April 2008
04 March 2008
Soldiers
“I have a story for you.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.” He nodded, his eyes solemnly locked with hers as a smile appeared on her face.
She loved his stories. It was the only treasure he ever brought back with him from the shadowed lands. Every tale, whether filled with adventure or horror, was a delight to her. Even in these times, when life seemed naught but grey.
“Remember the Knights of Ember, Erry?”
Nodding excitedly, she sat down besides him, her smile growing wider. She loved it when he called her Erry. He was the only one that ever could. Even though he was much older then her, Errien would always fawn over him and his tales.
“I met one.”
She gasped, that smile of hers disappearing immediately. All thoughts of Kieran were swept from her mind instantly as those words hit her.
His calming stare fell to his palm, whereupon it lay a simple black figurine of a mounted knight on a horse with a tiny banner in hand. Though the detail was crude, the figurine was crystal and that in itself was proof of the object’s genuine nature.
“Kieran-…”
“They all died trying to save our lands, Erry. They tried to quench the great flame that came before our lands were sundered.”
“Kieran. That was two centuries ago.”
He smiled. He hardly ever smiled ever since Duncan died. It was one of those moments, she knew. A moment he shared with the kind man before his end.
“Kieran,” she began, looking at him inquisitively. “Was Duncan a Knight?”
He shook his head, that smile slowly fading into a grimace.
“His father was, Erry.”
She didn’t understand. Duncan’s father had disappeared when the boy had just been born. Surely the burning desert had swallowed the man and whatever forces he took with him when they ventured towards the Emerald Isle. How did Kieran know anything of him, let alone the fact that he was a Knight? Unless…
“No. Kieran, I don’t believe-.”
He turned his eyes towards Errien, holding the figurine out to her.
“He is gone, Erry. Dradik died, but not before I met him.”
She turned back to him with a bewildered look.
“D-Dradik?”
“Sir Dradik of the Cloven Field, realmlord of the Emerald Isle.” He said calmly, looking at her shocked expression.
She couldn’t believe any of it. Dradik was her grandfather and her home had been the Cloven Field of the Emerald Isle once. But this made no sense! If this knight- this Dradik was Duncan’s father…
“Oh gods.” She whispered heavily, her muscles failing her. Collapsing towards the ground, her plunge ended in Kieran’s arms.
“Kieran…”
“I know Erry. I know.”
“Kieran,” She whispered, her watery eyes trying desperately to focus on him. “Duncan was my father...”
He nodded, holding her shivering body tightly against him. He spoke no words of comfort. He never did. Such was his way. But he cared. Each stroke of his hand through her hair revealed the worry in his eyes.
“They’re both dead, Kieran. My family is dead.”
“They were dead to you before, Erry.”
It was a cold reply but a truthful one. She knew he was blunt with his words, not realizing how much they could affect her. But it was the truth. Before Duncan- before Dradik- her family was gone.
“I don’t understand why,” She whispered, looking at him through tears.
“They needed to protect you, Erry. You’re the last one who can bring back-.”
“No!” She cried, shutting her eyes. It was all too much for her. She knew what words were going to be next. They were not for her. “No, no, no!”
Everything was destroyed. Her city, her life. Everything. There was nothing left and yet everything was in her hands now? She hated those words and what they meant. Heroes, legends, and myths- they were all relied on. She didn’t want the world on her shoulders. Not now. Not ever. All she wanted was the comfort of Kieran’s arms.
“You’re the last one, Errien. Surely Duncan knew that. That is why your bloodline was hidden away.”
Always so calm. Always so professional. When would it end? When would Kieran Reiyn break?
Could he break?
“You’re the last of the Ember, Errien. It is in your blood.”
“Then who are you, Kieran Reiyn?” She cried out in rage, freeing herself from his arms. “Who are you to tell me who I am?”
He smiled, standing up and placing a hand on the hilt of his blade. It was genuine, that smile of his. Errien recognized it so easily. Her anger dissipated almost immediately as a wave of guilt rolled over her. Her tantrum was like that of a child, she realized.
“Who am I?” He asked, looking down at her with content. That stance- his very movement was that of a hero. Her hero. “Just a soldier, Erry. Just a soldier.”
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Commentary:
This is a simple story I wrote/brainstormed during class once. Kieran Reiyn is the main character of the Western Califran Series which I've yet to get a name for. I have little in store for this story aside from a drawing of the land that I made and minor notes in regards to what is happening. My current idea is that the land is in complete chaos, as it had been a battlefield for a number of gods and the people are slowing dying out due to the limited amount of resources left in the land. I've plenty to go by and I'm sure more will develop eventually.
“Oh?”
“Yes.” He nodded, his eyes solemnly locked with hers as a smile appeared on her face.
She loved his stories. It was the only treasure he ever brought back with him from the shadowed lands. Every tale, whether filled with adventure or horror, was a delight to her. Even in these times, when life seemed naught but grey.
“Remember the Knights of Ember, Erry?”
Nodding excitedly, she sat down besides him, her smile growing wider. She loved it when he called her Erry. He was the only one that ever could. Even though he was much older then her, Errien would always fawn over him and his tales.
“I met one.”
She gasped, that smile of hers disappearing immediately. All thoughts of Kieran were swept from her mind instantly as those words hit her.
His calming stare fell to his palm, whereupon it lay a simple black figurine of a mounted knight on a horse with a tiny banner in hand. Though the detail was crude, the figurine was crystal and that in itself was proof of the object’s genuine nature.
“Kieran-…”
“They all died trying to save our lands, Erry. They tried to quench the great flame that came before our lands were sundered.”
“Kieran. That was two centuries ago.”
He smiled. He hardly ever smiled ever since Duncan died. It was one of those moments, she knew. A moment he shared with the kind man before his end.
“Kieran,” she began, looking at him inquisitively. “Was Duncan a Knight?”
He shook his head, that smile slowly fading into a grimace.
“His father was, Erry.”
She didn’t understand. Duncan’s father had disappeared when the boy had just been born. Surely the burning desert had swallowed the man and whatever forces he took with him when they ventured towards the Emerald Isle. How did Kieran know anything of him, let alone the fact that he was a Knight? Unless…
“No. Kieran, I don’t believe-.”
He turned his eyes towards Errien, holding the figurine out to her.
“He is gone, Erry. Dradik died, but not before I met him.”
She turned back to him with a bewildered look.
“D-Dradik?”
“Sir Dradik of the Cloven Field, realmlord of the Emerald Isle.” He said calmly, looking at her shocked expression.
She couldn’t believe any of it. Dradik was her grandfather and her home had been the Cloven Field of the Emerald Isle once. But this made no sense! If this knight- this Dradik was Duncan’s father…
“Oh gods.” She whispered heavily, her muscles failing her. Collapsing towards the ground, her plunge ended in Kieran’s arms.
“Kieran…”
“I know Erry. I know.”
“Kieran,” She whispered, her watery eyes trying desperately to focus on him. “Duncan was my father...”
He nodded, holding her shivering body tightly against him. He spoke no words of comfort. He never did. Such was his way. But he cared. Each stroke of his hand through her hair revealed the worry in his eyes.
“They’re both dead, Kieran. My family is dead.”
“They were dead to you before, Erry.”
It was a cold reply but a truthful one. She knew he was blunt with his words, not realizing how much they could affect her. But it was the truth. Before Duncan- before Dradik- her family was gone.
“I don’t understand why,” She whispered, looking at him through tears.
“They needed to protect you, Erry. You’re the last one who can bring back-.”
“No!” She cried, shutting her eyes. It was all too much for her. She knew what words were going to be next. They were not for her. “No, no, no!”
Everything was destroyed. Her city, her life. Everything. There was nothing left and yet everything was in her hands now? She hated those words and what they meant. Heroes, legends, and myths- they were all relied on. She didn’t want the world on her shoulders. Not now. Not ever. All she wanted was the comfort of Kieran’s arms.
“You’re the last one, Errien. Surely Duncan knew that. That is why your bloodline was hidden away.”
Always so calm. Always so professional. When would it end? When would Kieran Reiyn break?
Could he break?
“You’re the last of the Ember, Errien. It is in your blood.”
“Then who are you, Kieran Reiyn?” She cried out in rage, freeing herself from his arms. “Who are you to tell me who I am?”
He smiled, standing up and placing a hand on the hilt of his blade. It was genuine, that smile of his. Errien recognized it so easily. Her anger dissipated almost immediately as a wave of guilt rolled over her. Her tantrum was like that of a child, she realized.
“Who am I?” He asked, looking down at her with content. That stance- his very movement was that of a hero. Her hero. “Just a soldier, Erry. Just a soldier.”
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Commentary:
This is a simple story I wrote/brainstormed during class once. Kieran Reiyn is the main character of the Western Califran Series which I've yet to get a name for. I have little in store for this story aside from a drawing of the land that I made and minor notes in regards to what is happening. My current idea is that the land is in complete chaos, as it had been a battlefield for a number of gods and the people are slowing dying out due to the limited amount of resources left in the land. I've plenty to go by and I'm sure more will develop eventually.
03 March 2008
Rosa Aceleus - Comments on it's brief origin.
I used to do alot of foruming in my younger days. I didn't play too many games or do much after school. I would sit around on various forums and talk with people. I think thats where alot of my creativity came from because I look back on it now and wonder where I obtained all those ideas from. I don't even recognize some of the work as my own- its that different.
Anyways, one of these forums was Fallengene, also known as Fallen Genesis. Just a few people having fun, talking, making stories. Haze Henry, known as Zephyr on the forums was the guy I met and shared my stories with. Hes from England by the way. He wanted to work on one project but had no story for it whatsoever. Thats where I came in.
All he had was a name. I don't remember where it came from but thats all he had. No story, no ideas- just a name.
Rosa Aceleus. He wanted me to create a story for that name. Instead of a story, I created a world. It isn't written out bookwise but I've a very detailed timeline and map of the land relating to Rosa Aceleus. And if that isn't enough, I split it up into 3 and a half books.
I will write them sometime and bring out more detail here but I simply wanted to say that its amazing what one can create from a simple name. Take a seed and create with it a forest of dreams. Anything is possible when it comes to writing.
Anyways, one of these forums was Fallengene, also known as Fallen Genesis. Just a few people having fun, talking, making stories. Haze Henry, known as Zephyr on the forums was the guy I met and shared my stories with. Hes from England by the way. He wanted to work on one project but had no story for it whatsoever. Thats where I came in.
All he had was a name. I don't remember where it came from but thats all he had. No story, no ideas- just a name.
Rosa Aceleus. He wanted me to create a story for that name. Instead of a story, I created a world. It isn't written out bookwise but I've a very detailed timeline and map of the land relating to Rosa Aceleus. And if that isn't enough, I split it up into 3 and a half books.
I will write them sometime and bring out more detail here but I simply wanted to say that its amazing what one can create from a simple name. Take a seed and create with it a forest of dreams. Anything is possible when it comes to writing.
04 February 2008
Jacob's Ladder
My name is Tom Jacob and I am a scientist. For decades, Earth has suffered due to our greed. A third of the world is scarred with the demented brilliance of the human race. We call it the Atomic Deluge, and in less then a century, we will be wiped out of existance.
But hope remains because of a discovery I made. On the opposite side of the sun, in a precise rotation with Earth, I have found another world. This planet is identical to ours in composition, but larger in size. But most importantly, it has the capability to support life. This Super Earth has become our goal. Our salvation. Our Eden.
Six vessels have been constructed for travel to Eden, their cargo filled with tools to study this planet. I have been placed in charge of the last one. Five have departed for Eden, but all contact has been lost. Since then, I have been instructed to direct the vessel to Eden. However, my cargo is unlike the rest. Instead of tools for study, I am forced to carry the instruments of destruction and travel to an unknown planet with naught more then a hostile mind.
I did not know that my discovery would lead to a worse fate then the one humanity has already suffered. I wish I could take it back but it is hard to imagine such, since it was my hand that consciously pulled the trigger.
Jacob's Ladder
This is a story about the future. In this future, Earth faces the danger of extinction. The world is a nuclear wasteland during a time called the Atomic Deluge. Three-quarters of the surface is scarred with the touch of humanity's weaponry. On the brink of self annihilation, a discovery is made. On the opposite side of the sun, there is a planet identical to Earth. Larger, and more resources, this Super Earth's revolution is on par with Earth and has remained hidden from humanity's eyes until now. The Earthen Combine, which is the ruling directorate of the world made up of multiple countries immediately begins to build six space research vessels to journey to this world, now popularly dubbed Eden by the remaining population.
During the building of these vessels, codenamed LADDER (Logistically Advanced Data Dispersal Expeditionary Reconnaissance), six scientists are chosen to lead six different teams. Each vessel is able to carry at least thirty scientists. As the vessels near completion, the last one suffers setbacks and becomes indefinitely terminated. The sixth chosen scientist, Jacob and his team are left behind as the other five LADDERs fly out to space and head towards Eden. Due to the sun's radiation, communication becomes impossible and all contact disappears. After a period of time, an emergency beacon is detected, calling for reinforcements. As the funding for the sixth LADDER re-activates, the team led by Jacob is cut to only ten men, while the rest of the slots are covered by military soldiers.
With the sixth LADDER launched, the journey to Eden is filled with a tension between the scientists and the soldiers, who are under personal orders with no obligations to Jacob.
Eventually the sixth LADDER lands and becomes base of operations while the team searches for the other five vessels. Survivors are soon found as are modern-looking ruins that resemble the Mayans. The survivors explain that Eden is more then just a world. It is a planetary weapon system, built by a race called the Anakim. Quickly, the military attempts to take over and find the key to the system but the scientists revolt and force the soldiers to return to Earth by means of one of the LADDERs. As Jacob and the rest realize that they will be deemed criminals, they start to settle on this new planet, while finding some way to defend themselves against Earth's military who's coming is now inevitable.
Some time later, Jacob and his team are forced to fight against invading soldiers, as well as other settlers who are arriving on smaller LADDERs, called ARKs (Advanced Rheologic Kinesis). Some settlers and soldiers take the side of Jacob while others keep their affiliation with the Earthen Combine. Jacob soon realizes that Eden is just a satelite weapon system and that there are others, another being Earth. Realizing that Earth has the potential to destroy Eden, he must make the decision on whether to use Eden's power to save his new home, while destroying his old one or risk losing everything to the greed of humanity.
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Commentary:
~ I've always wanted to make an attempt at a Science Fiction, whether a short story or just a quick summary. My first actual idea for a futuristic story was 'The Search for Project Nova', a story about a 'Fallout' like world where most of the continents were buried under water and there was little land, thus the main route of travel (and warfare) was through submarines.
As far as this story, I've always had a fascination for Science Fiction anomalies like Dyson Spheres and Ringworlds. The Halo franchise had a great effect on me storywise and I enjoyed the concept- even though it was not original, it still materialized into an imaginable world. So the idea of artificial planets, ancient mysteries, and apocalyptic settings would fit well together, I think. I always enjoyed the speculations in regards to where the Mayans went so what if they expanded beyond our world and perhaps were simply advanced beings?
I've also used a lot of religious connotations in regards to the other race as well as their culture. The entire idea of 'Jacob's Ladder' came from its religious overture- a ladder into heaven, witnessed by Jacob. Expanding that idea, I decided to symbolically use things such as Ladders and Arks, advanced transports to 'Eden'.
This is the story where Avachron and Parachron make their debut. To simplify explanations, Avachron is Eden, which is the proclaimed new world for humanity. Parachron is the old earth, doomed to be destroyed by the same hands. Avachron is the Alpha, while Parachron is the Omega. Or is it the other way around? Thats something to think about.
Theres a catch. Theres something in the middle. Venus. With the exact same composition as Earth and Eden, Venus would have been inhabitable if it was farther from the sun. It will be revealed that Venus is actually called Orochron and was once inhabited before being destroyed somehow. Orochron is also a conjunction between the Alpha and the Omega, to signify the 'Beginning, Middle, and End." It is a significant addition to the two worlds, acting as a mediator- but to what end...?
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