Blendercat
Riding Suicune
- Joined
- May 2, 2011
- Location
- Twilight Palace
My first fanfic here. Now, onto the actual point of this.
Prologue(Rated G):In a world inhabited by constantly warring nations, an unknown inhabitant has started a competition. The prize? The powers of a god. Rather... Omnipotence.(Omnipotence is the state of being omnipotent. To be omnipotent is having very great or unlimited authority or power.) Twenty competitors have been chosen... two from each of ten tribes, who all have control over a different naturally occurring source. It is a battle to the death. There are no rules. Simply be the last one standing, or make your opponents admit defeat.
Yup, short, just to introduce Chapter 1.
Chapter 1: The Game Begins!(Rated PG for Violence and Blood)
Sazrihla clutched his head, feeling his helmet, and tried to stand. He was slightly wobbly, but it would work. He patted himself down, and his armor seemed intact. A moment of panic crossed his mind. He quickly felt his scabbards and quiver.
Good. I have my weapons, and my quiver. It has arrows in it. Where am I, anyway?
He looked around. He was in what thought was the swamp. He looked around. It was fairly serene. He sat on the edge of a lake. He looked around, and thought he saw something move in the water. He slowly drew his sword. He prepared for a slice, when it jumped out of the water. Another person, most likely a Herba, rolled onto the grass. Sazrihla stumbled and fell backward, a look of surprise on his face. The Herba offered her hand to him. "Name's Malura. And you are?" Sazrihla hesitated, then took her hand, and stood up. He brushed himself off. "Name's Sazrihla." Malura chuckled. "Long name. Can I call you Sazzy?" Sazrihla was serious. "No. We should move. I assume we're supposed to be in a team, and I'm not in the mood for killing right now. If we stay here too long, we could be ambushed."
The pair walked through the woods. Malura turned to Sazrihla. "So, you're an Umbra, right?"
"No, I'm a Gelum."
"Really?"
"No. I am, quite obviously, an Umbra."
More silence. Suddenly, Sazrihla's head felt like it was going to explode. Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from all around.
"CONTESTANTS... YOU MAY WONDER THE PURPOSE OF THIS. THERE ARE TEN ARTIFACTS YOU MUST COLLECT. ONCE COMBINED WITH THE SACRED ENERGY... THAT IS WHEN YOU WILL BE SUCCESFUL."
Sazrihla looked at Malura. "Did you hear that?"
But she was gone.
*BLOOM TRANSITION*
Amira knelt down, and scrubbed her sword with more sand. She grunted. The blood from her victim that she had assaulted as soon as this started was hard to get off. She recalled what had happened.
Her vision had been clouded. A Saberram had offered his hand to her, presumably to propose an alliance. She didn't want one. It had gone by quickly. SHe had drawn her swords, and had one firmly planted in his thigh. She used it to launch herself off the ground and kick him in the face. He had fallen, and she sprinted away. They had been in the desert, which she knew was a bad place to anger a Saberram. She ran for at least ten minutes before trying to clean her sword.
*BLOOM TRANSITION*
Sazrihla ran madly, following footprints. Malura had disappeared, and a set of footprints was leading away. He followed them, until he saw something on the ground.
A harp. Splattered slightly with blood. He bent down to look at a carving on it. 'Malura'
Is she dead? Taken hostage? Or did she cause this blood? More importantly... where did she go?
Yup, that's the end of chapter one. How'd you like the cliffhanger? Keep watching... the next chapter should appear next Monday(Hopefully)
Prologue(Rated G):In a world inhabited by constantly warring nations, an unknown inhabitant has started a competition. The prize? The powers of a god. Rather... Omnipotence.(Omnipotence is the state of being omnipotent. To be omnipotent is having very great or unlimited authority or power.) Twenty competitors have been chosen... two from each of ten tribes, who all have control over a different naturally occurring source. It is a battle to the death. There are no rules. Simply be the last one standing, or make your opponents admit defeat.
Yup, short, just to introduce Chapter 1.
Chapter 1: The Game Begins!(Rated PG for Violence and Blood)
Sazrihla clutched his head, feeling his helmet, and tried to stand. He was slightly wobbly, but it would work. He patted himself down, and his armor seemed intact. A moment of panic crossed his mind. He quickly felt his scabbards and quiver.
Good. I have my weapons, and my quiver. It has arrows in it. Where am I, anyway?
He looked around. He was in what thought was the swamp. He looked around. It was fairly serene. He sat on the edge of a lake. He looked around, and thought he saw something move in the water. He slowly drew his sword. He prepared for a slice, when it jumped out of the water. Another person, most likely a Herba, rolled onto the grass. Sazrihla stumbled and fell backward, a look of surprise on his face. The Herba offered her hand to him. "Name's Malura. And you are?" Sazrihla hesitated, then took her hand, and stood up. He brushed himself off. "Name's Sazrihla." Malura chuckled. "Long name. Can I call you Sazzy?" Sazrihla was serious. "No. We should move. I assume we're supposed to be in a team, and I'm not in the mood for killing right now. If we stay here too long, we could be ambushed."
The pair walked through the woods. Malura turned to Sazrihla. "So, you're an Umbra, right?"
"No, I'm a Gelum."
"Really?"
"No. I am, quite obviously, an Umbra."
More silence. Suddenly, Sazrihla's head felt like it was going to explode. Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from all around.
"CONTESTANTS... YOU MAY WONDER THE PURPOSE OF THIS. THERE ARE TEN ARTIFACTS YOU MUST COLLECT. ONCE COMBINED WITH THE SACRED ENERGY... THAT IS WHEN YOU WILL BE SUCCESFUL."
Sazrihla looked at Malura. "Did you hear that?"
But she was gone.
*BLOOM TRANSITION*
Amira knelt down, and scrubbed her sword with more sand. She grunted. The blood from her victim that she had assaulted as soon as this started was hard to get off. She recalled what had happened.
Her vision had been clouded. A Saberram had offered his hand to her, presumably to propose an alliance. She didn't want one. It had gone by quickly. SHe had drawn her swords, and had one firmly planted in his thigh. She used it to launch herself off the ground and kick him in the face. He had fallen, and she sprinted away. They had been in the desert, which she knew was a bad place to anger a Saberram. She ran for at least ten minutes before trying to clean her sword.
*BLOOM TRANSITION*
Sazrihla ran madly, following footprints. Malura had disappeared, and a set of footprints was leading away. He followed them, until he saw something on the ground.
A harp. Splattered slightly with blood. He bent down to look at a carving on it. 'Malura'
Is she dead? Taken hostage? Or did she cause this blood? More importantly... where did she go?
Yup, that's the end of chapter one. How'd you like the cliffhanger? Keep watching... the next chapter should appear next Monday(Hopefully)
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