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Why HELLO there! Welcome to Zeld's War of All story! I'm currently doing other things, so the next installment of War of All will be late. Big time. I just want to thank you for actually reading this story, it being so odd and strange and screwed up. Post questions about the story and your comments! Thanks for reading! And for all those people just starting, here's the first chapter, second chapter, and the third chapter.
War of All - Blaio
"B-But how can he still be here?! It's been 200 years, and that guy is still alive?!" Dick said. "Here, I will explain everything. Barry, chairs?" Suddenly two chairs appeared. Leni plopped into the second one with a "Thanks Barry", to which Barry grumbled "Yeah yeah, just keep it quiet so I can work." Dick cautiosly sat in the second seat, and was surprised to find it extremly comfortable.
"Okay, let me start off how the White Rebels were formed. The creature you saw was named Darkon, and it a terrifying creature made of entire dark magic. He was summoned by Ranom, the man in black. Now, when Darkon started killing the White army, Blaio and 7 other soliders fell to the ground as if struck by him. They realized that they couldn't kill something like that, so they pretended to play dead. They were forced to see and hear the screams of the White soliders, their soliders, their friends. Finally, Darkon was satisfed with his killing, and dissappeared in a cloud of black smoke. When the smoke cleared, Darkon was gone. Blaio and the seven soliders were shocked by the turn of events, and stumbled onward. One day, they awoke to find their packs stolen and footprints in the ground. They followed them to find their packs on the ground next to a wooden door. The door just stood there, in a frame, going no where. They grabbed their packs and tried to open the door. Blaio was the last to try, and when he turned the knob the door opened and a grand white light shone through. A figure stood in the door, and told Blaio and the seven soliders that they were to form a rebellion against the Black Empire. They looked into the door, and were shocked to see this city. They went through and shut the door, and the door disappeared. They were stunned to find that they seemed to be invested with white magic. They found a man here, who proclaimed himself to be a Prophet. He controls the doors that could transport anyone, anywhere. Blaio transported his wife and son, and so did-
"Wife and son!? But you said he was 16!" Dick protested. Leni gave him a cold stare. "First off, don't interrupt. Second, it was common for people that age to marry and have kids. May I get on with the story?" Dick grumbled and nodded.
"Anyway, some soliders tranported their families, whilst others wanted to keep them safe, and not in their base that could one day be attacked. As you can see, it hasn't happened so far. After that, they recuirted some families and refugees who were still loyal to Queen Doia, who was the current queen at the time." Dick gathered up his courage and interuptted again. "What happened to the Queen." Leni's eyes suddenly went blank, and she seemed to be in a faraway place. "She went into hiding. No one knows where she is, though it's reported that several Black training camps were mysteriously blown up, and not by any of our members, though the Black Empire is sure to blame us for it." Dick realized that Leni must hold a certain admiration for the Queen, and decided not to comment.
Leni shook out of her trance. "Anyway, that's pretty much how the White Rebels were started. When Blaio and the seven soliders got here, they found equipment perfect for what they had to do. We have been rebelling for 200 years, as our dads and granddads and moms and grandmoms fight for White as they teach their sons and daughters to do too. And we keep fighting until we win."
"But wait," Dick cried, "You STILL haven't told me how Ranom has survived all this time." Leni looked at him with tired eyes. "Look, it's all about magic and I'm still learning, so it's hard to explain. But, maybe I could get someone else to explain." She suddenly had a wicked smile on her face. "Are you ready to meet the Prophet? He knows all about magic, and when he doesn't talk in riddles he is very wise. He will explain everything I missed, trust me." Leni said. "Barry, you know where to take us." Barry nodded and the box once again reappeared. Dick got in silently, knowing what to do. Leni got in, and once again the lights and spinning appeared. It bothered Dick even less then it had before, and he was relieved. When the spinning stopped, he got out of the box and was greeted by a very young man, who looked to be 16 and yet seemed much older. His blue eyes seemed to hold much wisdom, and he had strong arms and legs. He smiled at Dick, and Dick felt a sudden light wash over him.
"Are you the Prophet?" Dick said, unable to take his eyes of the man. By the gods, the man seemed to GLOW with light! The man smiled and replied, "Why yes, but you can call me a more formal name." Once again, the smile nearly knocked Dick off his feet. "W-what should I call you" Dick replied, in a daze. The man's grin got wider until Dick was sure that he would just explode with this, this feeling. "You can just call me KC." And with that, the man's gave a small chuckle, and Dick fainted as the light seemed to overtake him.
Hey everyone! Just another update for the War of All series. Post questions you have about the story or post comments. Don't worry, I know it sucks, so post what you feel :D Anywhere, here's the first chapter and the second chapter.
War of All - The Council
Dick stared in amazment at the city. It was in fact white, but most of it generated off the huge white light that rest on the very top of the ceiling. Dick suddenly realized that they had to be underground, or at least in a huge building. Leni picked him up and walked through the opening in the wall. Dick felt a sudden calm as they passed through, and felt suddenly at ease. He looked up at Leni. He put his feet on the ground and tore her hand off of him. She whipped around in surprise.
"I'm fine. Just tell me where I am." he said through cracked lips. She narrowed her eyes and said, "I can't tell you. Right now we need to take you to The Council to decide what to do with you." "The Council?" Dick asked, confused. Leni nodded and pointed at a strange box that he hadn't noticed to his right. "Get in there", she said. Dick didn't argue, and seated him in the box. It seemed to be metallic, and had a brownish color to it. There was a little red button and an intercom. There were also two seats in it, one in front and one in back.
"Get in the back one." Dick did as she obligied. These White Rebels were dangerous. They were also cruel, and were known for their trickey. Espically in the Great Battle, the one that had decided the fate of whether the Queen of the White, Queen Doia would fall to the Great Black King, Emperor Tak. The cursed White army had summoned a terrible beast that was now often spoken of on Halloween to scare the little ones. But the Black army had continued to fight, and were able to kill the beast and defeated the White army. Thank God for that, thought Dick, otherwise the tyranny of Queen Doia would have reigned everywhere.
Leni got in the front seat, and pressed the red button. She said to the intercom, "The Council, and make it fast Barry". Suddenly, the top of the box slid over them and they were covered with darkness. Dick heard some static and then a young voice reply "All right, they are expecting you". Suddenly, white glowed all around in him. He put his hands over his eyes, as a terrible spinning overtook him. After a few second of this horror, it stopped. He opened his eyes and looked around. They seemed to be in a circular room, that had impossible tall chairs in it, each one higher then the next with people with glowing heads of light in them. Leni got out and pulled him out. Dick looked around at the things in the high chairs. There were eight of them, and each stared at him.
The one in the tallest chair spoke. "Dick Matthews. You were brought here for a reason. Do you know what it is?" Dick was suddenly scared. "N-No." "One of our great members told us about you. You are the ancestor of Blaio. So you must fortake his role in the White Resistance." said the person. "Blaio? Who is he? Why did you take me?" Dick had a scared thought that he forced out loud. "Are you going to tortue me?" The being stared at him. "No. While we are in a war, we only resort to methods of the Black army when we have too. We will not become the evil that we are fighting?" "Evil? But your the evil ones!" protested Dick, shocked by what these evil being had said. The figure then spoke to Leni. "Show him. But be quick about it, for time is short." Leni nodded and started to pull him back into the box. Dick remembered how it was, and tried to get out. Leni held him down and bent down to whisper in his ear. "While they are against tortue, I have nothing against hurting a follower of the hated Black army." Dick's face went white and he got inside the box without protest. She once again hit the red button and said, "Take him to the Projector. It's time he learned the truth." Dick was confused by this, but made no comment. Again, the intercom replied. "Roger." Again, everything turned into amazing light and spinned wickedly. Dick covered his eyes like last time, but was surprised to find it wasn't so bad. Maybe I just get used to it fast, thought Dick.
When they got of the box again, they faced a small room that had with seemed to be a giant sphere with a door that led nowhere on it. There was a computer to the left, and a young black man occupied it.
"You know what to do Barry", said Leni, and she strode to the door and waited. "Yeah, yeah, coming right up." replied Barry, and suddenly the door had a blue sky background, with a plantess and desert ground. "Time to go", she said, and montioned in the door. I was hesitate at first, then decided to walk forward. I stepped through the door, and seemed to be floating. Leni appearred next to me and the door dissappeared. "This is a simulation", said Leni, "It's to show you what really happened in the Great Battle. Something that the Black empire didn't want you, or anyone else for that matter, to see."
Dick saw two armies facing each other, one white, one black. He saw the White army charge across the desert, screaming war cries. He saw the commandar see something and stop in his tracks. He saw the monster, the terrible, terrible being appear before the White army as the illusion of the Black army dissappeard. He saw the final words of the commandar. "All is lost. All is lost." He saw the monster eat the head of the commandar, then turn its gaze to the rest of the army. Dick suddenly felt sick. He didn't want to see all the soliders, some were young boys, get eaten by that... that... thing. Suddenly, they zoomed in to a man cloaked in black. Dick saw the face under the hood, heard the words that the face spoke, and was shocked.
Suddenly, he was thrown back in the white room. He looked at Leni, and at Barry, who was staring at them both curiously. "That, that man. In the black", choked Dick, overwhelmed by what he saw. "He's... he's..." Leni nodded and replied "The current Emperor's top advisor."
An attempt to get rid of my first and unsucessful story:
It's my goal to become a Man Nun. That's what I told my CCD teacher, at least. Just to piss her off. Man, she was an ogre. She even said it herself one day. "I know you all think I'm an ogre..." Phew. Glad that nightmare is over.
Getting rid of my sucky story:
Books I require: Terry Practchett, Neil Gaiman, Piers Anthony, David Balddacci.