//------------------------------// // Page 1: Waking Up // Story: His New Story // by type13 //------------------------------// *** The eternal rest, once a creature has met its end; whether he likes it or not, will enter the eternal rest. But, that is not the case for some, If an individual has enough will power (Usually, fulfilling broken promises or unfinished business) to fight its own soul from entering the eternal rest, then he will rise again from the grave and linger in the living once more. That is true for even these unusual cases. But, there is also another way. When a creature with magical power extracts the soul from the eternal rest, is a good example. And that is how our hero starts his new (unwanted) unsent life. *** Something was wrong, thought a bipedal creature. When a living creature is alienated for the first time, feelings of uneasiness is the first thing it experiences. But that’s just it, he wasn’t a LIVING creature anymore, last time he checked he has finally died, promises that he had made with his closest friends fulfilled. He even remembered giving advice and motivation to help defeat a Deus Ex Machina to the daughter of one of his friends. So how in SPIRA could he be alive and breathing! “Where am I?” asked the creature standing up from where he lay. As he stood, his features were clear as day; a six foot-tall bipedal creature, bearing a large scar on the right half of its face and an expression that showed maturity or Old. It wore a pair of black shades. Wearing a deep red coat that is called a “Hiyori” from where he’s from, a brown shoulder pad on his left shoulder intricately decorated with tan, green and blue patterns with a beaded ornament dangling from it, he also wears black pants and shoes that have brown straps and triangular metal plating, and finally a black shirt with a gray collar with intersecting brown straps high enough to cover his mouth. But the most notable thing about him is what lay next to him, a weapon. Not just a weapon, but a huge broad sword almost as tall as him and was atleast a foot and a half wide. Upon noticing his surroundings, he noticed that he was in some sort of Gorge. Inhaling deeply, he let out a loud sigh and picked up his sword with one hand and let it rest on his shoulder. He then touched the wall of the Gorge. Which conformed it, He was alive again, but not just alive, no no, he was ALIVE alive, not unsent or undead, but alive. “I can’t believe this, and here I thought I could finally rest” he said with a sigh. He then started to walk along the wall of the Gorge looking for a way out. Upon his walk, he stumbled upon a set of huge gaping holes in the wall. It doesn’t look man-made he thought to himself, he then made his way to one of the walls, hoping to find some kind of exit. When he reached one of the holes and looked inside, he quickly noticed that the winds where not flowing through it, making it highly possible that it has no exit and is possible, just a dead end inside. Speaking of the wind, a sudden gust of wind suddenly came out of the hole, though something was wrong. It was warm and a bit heavy, nothing like a soft silent wind; this was different, and it resembles more like a…. “Well now” he said in a sagely tone, realizing what he got himself into. He was familiar with large creatures, for most of the time he fought them when he was alive and when he was Unsent. Realizing that it was the breath of something big, he started to walk away from the huge hole. But as he was about to step back, a gust of wind that seemed to suck into the hole caught his retreat. It Inhaled, the creature that was inside of the hole inhaled, and after a short while, he felt a small rumble in the hole infront of him, it then started to increase as the sound of a feral beast could be heard from the hole accompanied by a rumbling of the hole. “Oh boy” he said to himself with a small grin. He then stepped in front of the shaking hole, seeing a glint of red, he saw the huge creature with its mouth open, its fangs; sharp and ready to tear him apart or just simply eat him. He was ready, removing his left arm from his ‘Hiyori’s’ sleeve and sliding his left foot to the front, he then slowly puts his left wrist just above his left knee and tightened his grip on his sword. Looking past his black shades, he gave a sly grin. And as the red eel like creature was a foot from his position, with its mouth agape, its sharp fangs ready to shred any and all meat that was infront of it. He swung his huge sword from his shoulder down with incredible force that it did not just cut the eel-like creature in almost half, it also sent a huge shockwave inside the Gorge. *** In a dark and spacious Throne Room, Chrysalis grinned a toothy grin as she watched the events of her little ‘Champion’ through a magical mirror. She then started to laugh, one filled with evil and maliciousness. “Oh, Chrysalis! You really have outdone yourself this time!” she congratulated herself, mentally patting herself in the back. She then glanced at another mirror beside her and let her magic flow threw her horn and onto the mirror. And as an image of a black Unicorn appeared, she spoke. “How fare you, King Sombra?” asked Chrysalis as she gave him mischievous smile to which King Sombra did not answer. “It seems my ‘Champion’ is far stronger than I have expected! Felling a Quarry Eel in one strong attack!” she boasted, to which made King Sombra be taken aback, surprised at what the Queen has informed him. “Such strength!” He replied with awe in every word. “But, will you be able to control him?” he added with a mocking tone. She was taken aback at what King Sombra said, true, a warrior such as himself would be hard to control, unless. She then gave King Sombra a devilish grin and spoke. “Unlike you my dear Fallen King, I actually have a plan! Your ‘Champion’ was not within your grasp when you summoned him, even teleporting him INSIDE the enemy’s territory. Sending two trolls to fetch him was stupid!” replied Chrysalis. “T’was my first time using that spell!” retorted King Sombra in a shout. “You were just lucky to have a dragon that bids your every will!” he added with a scowl. “That is why you should have asked for help! Unlike YOU, I have an army at my beck and call!” “I too have an army!” he replied lamely. “Of trolls and Goblins, simple minded fools, all brawns and no brains” she ridiculed. “If only we aren’t in this alliance, I would have killed you by now!” he snarled. “If you have nothing else to say, then begone! I have to catch me another dragon to summon my ‘Champion’. And when I do summon my ‘Champion’ yours will be but another generic one.” He retorted “Do pray tell, is your upcoming ‘Champion’” she requested with a smirk. He then smirked and gave an all too familiar maniacal laugh. “A man by the alias of ‘Mr. Death’ the sole mentor of my ‘failed Champion’“ he answered and with one last evil smile, he ended his communication with Queen Chrysalis, leaving her taken aback at his words. “Mr. Death, not too shabby!” said Queen Chrysalis to herself, she then looked back at the mirror of which shows her ‘Champion’ making his way out of the Ghastly Gorge. Looking at her ‘Champion’, she grinned and gave a lazy stare at him. Sombra may have a Champion of Death, but she has a Champion who defied Death to fulfill a promise. With all of his strength and wisdom, Chrysalis knew that his ‘Champion’ was far better than Sombra’s ‘Champion’. But what made her inside coil in anticipation is far greater, for the Princesses know nothing of what is about to happen. “Their Reign is about to end” she spoke to herself as she let out an evil and maniacal laugh that echoed throughout her Throne room.