Silence Chapter 2 Edit
Finished!
Published Date: 4/27/03
Edited Date: 2/27/05
Baaa... My comments at end.
A blond boy of fourteen sleeps soundly on his bed, covered by a quilt shaped with bright cloud designs. Suddenly, a woman rushes in, roughly yanking him out of his bed. She tells him that a storm is brewing, and a giant boulder will crush him if he doesn't get to the town plaza in time. Frantically rushing about, she pauses for a moment to pat the boy on the head, saying fondly, "You're a big boy now Isaac. You can get to the plaza on your own. I have to go help Kyle and the others now." Then she speeds out the door, leaving the boy on his own.
~*~*~
Isaac really couldn't care less about the situation outside. Grimly, he thought that it would serve them right. Briefly he wondered why they couldn't stop it with their psyenergy. The problem with everyone is that they do nothing. Shaking his head, he grabbed his tunic from the drawer, pulling it over his head. He didn't want to die yet.
Pulling up his pants, he exited the door and went down the stairs, only to narrowly avoid being crushed beneath a huge boulder. Instead it drenched him completely as it passed, finally making its home at the top of the stairs. He stared at the boulder for a moment before turning around and heading for the other set of stairs. Unfortunately, just then another boulder decided to roll its way down the hill, just managing to fly over his house, and instead landing right in front of Isaac, blocking his path. He shook a fist at it in consternation. Sighing, he plodded up the stairs behind his house to take the longer way into the town plaza; he almost expected that path to be blocked too.
"Ugh! Stupid thing!"
Isaac turned his head towards the source of the noise. A spiky red-haired boy was straining to lift his bags, so that his things wouldn't be destroyed. Garet, son of the Mayor. Somewhere inside him a bubble of darkness began to nag in his ear, but he shook it off and walked over to Garet instead, pointing at the direction of the town plaza. Garet stopped to puzzle out what Isaac meant. After a few minutes Garet asked, "What about my bags?"
Isaac stomped his foot exasperatedly. Here they were, stuck in the middle of a life and death situation and Garet was worrying about his stuff?! Garet seemed to have gotten it this time, and angrily retorted, "You're saying I should just leave them here?"
Isaac nodded, and proceeded to fight a staring contest with Garet until Garet suddenly blinked, exclaiming, "Hey, you're right! After all, my things aren't as important as me!"
Sadly Isaac shook his head at Garet's thickness, then started off on the path again, Garet following obediently behind. A rumbling noise alerted them to a group of adepts circling an enormous boulder, which was steadily gaining ground.
So that's what they were doing... It's too much even for them...
One of the people taking a breath happened to look down the edge of the cliff, and upon sighting them exclaimed, "What are you kids doing down there?! Hurry and get to the town plaza."
Garet jumped at this, and poked Isaac. "C'mon, let's go."
Isaac silently took the lead, giving no indication he'd heard Garet.
~*~*~
"Quick, you two, go find someone!"
...
"It's coming!!!"
...
"FELIX!!!"
...
"They're all gone."
~*~*~
Why does psyenergy exist?
Why do we exist?
Why was my father killed?
Why couldn't his power save him?
Should I care?
I feel coldness...
I don't care...
Darkness...
~*~*~
"Allow us to introduce ourselves. My name is Menardi."
"And I, Saturos."
"Prepare to die."
Isaac drew out his sword, and Garet followed suit. He remarked to Isaac, "These guys sure are awfully mean."
Isaac did not reply, instead rushing in for the first attack. Eyeing the blue haired man carefully, he lunged at a weak spot.
A hiss escaped out of Saturos's mouth as he narrowed his eyes at the little blond boy who managed to score a hit. Raising his hand for a fire spell, he met the boy's eyes. What he saw in them caused him to pause.
The boy's eyes were a crystal blue. They were as cold as ice, but imbued with a hellish furor. Saturos was almost... afraid of those eyes.
This pause gave the other boy Garet, just enough time to launch a strike as well, although his clumsiness and extremely loud war cry made it rather easy to dodge him. Menardi arched a quizzical eyebrow at the fact that he hadn't cast a spell, then shrugged and cast a fire spell of her own. The power of it was more than enough to subdue Garet, but Isaac didn't seem to be affected by it very much. Surprised at this revelation, she took a good look at Isaac.
His ice blue eyes glared back at her, making her take a step back. What in the world? There was almost a direct contradiction in his eyes, blue glowing with red. Hell's child. Before her senses could recover, Isaac launched at her, sword seeming to hiss with excitement. It was only chance that allowed her to dodge his blade. A fireball cast my Saturos just happened to knock his sword to the side.
"We would do well not to kill these two, Menardi. They probably won't trouble us in the future either." She nodded, but asked, "Why not the red-haired one though?"
Saturos replied, "Because he is the friend of the red-haired one. Surely he will seek vengeance." He then raised a hand, summoning the fire magic that had dissipated while he was distracted.
"Goodbye."
Fire spewed from the blue hand, taking the form of a dragon. Isaac was consumed by it, which was when the two made their escape. They needn't have worried about the blond-haired boy though. He was being enveloped once again in nightmares. As his glazed eyes stared blankly at nothing, as his mind backed off in horror from phantoms, a voice rumbled in his head, one he had forgotten, but still recognized.
*It has begun....*
This story is so bad it makes me want to cry. >_< The fact that I've been able to come back and reevaluate it is awesome, but my ideas have transformed, and they didn't include all these little nuances I had in the beginning. Which means I'll have to make room for them, because I still like the little ideas I had.
The writing is so eeeeugh though. *stomps on it* Then again, someday after four years, when I'm in college, I'll look back on this story and think, How could I WRITE something like that? :p
Published Date: 4/27/03
Edited Date: 2/27/05
Baaa... My comments at end.
A blond boy of fourteen sleeps soundly on his bed, covered by a quilt shaped with bright cloud designs. Suddenly, a woman rushes in, roughly yanking him out of his bed. She tells him that a storm is brewing, and a giant boulder will crush him if he doesn't get to the town plaza in time. Frantically rushing about, she pauses for a moment to pat the boy on the head, saying fondly, "You're a big boy now Isaac. You can get to the plaza on your own. I have to go help Kyle and the others now." Then she speeds out the door, leaving the boy on his own.
~*~*~
Isaac really couldn't care less about the situation outside. Grimly, he thought that it would serve them right. Briefly he wondered why they couldn't stop it with their psyenergy. The problem with everyone is that they do nothing. Shaking his head, he grabbed his tunic from the drawer, pulling it over his head. He didn't want to die yet.
Pulling up his pants, he exited the door and went down the stairs, only to narrowly avoid being crushed beneath a huge boulder. Instead it drenched him completely as it passed, finally making its home at the top of the stairs. He stared at the boulder for a moment before turning around and heading for the other set of stairs. Unfortunately, just then another boulder decided to roll its way down the hill, just managing to fly over his house, and instead landing right in front of Isaac, blocking his path. He shook a fist at it in consternation. Sighing, he plodded up the stairs behind his house to take the longer way into the town plaza; he almost expected that path to be blocked too.
"Ugh! Stupid thing!"
Isaac turned his head towards the source of the noise. A spiky red-haired boy was straining to lift his bags, so that his things wouldn't be destroyed. Garet, son of the Mayor. Somewhere inside him a bubble of darkness began to nag in his ear, but he shook it off and walked over to Garet instead, pointing at the direction of the town plaza. Garet stopped to puzzle out what Isaac meant. After a few minutes Garet asked, "What about my bags?"
Isaac stomped his foot exasperatedly. Here they were, stuck in the middle of a life and death situation and Garet was worrying about his stuff?! Garet seemed to have gotten it this time, and angrily retorted, "You're saying I should just leave them here?"
Isaac nodded, and proceeded to fight a staring contest with Garet until Garet suddenly blinked, exclaiming, "Hey, you're right! After all, my things aren't as important as me!"
Sadly Isaac shook his head at Garet's thickness, then started off on the path again, Garet following obediently behind. A rumbling noise alerted them to a group of adepts circling an enormous boulder, which was steadily gaining ground.
So that's what they were doing... It's too much even for them...
One of the people taking a breath happened to look down the edge of the cliff, and upon sighting them exclaimed, "What are you kids doing down there?! Hurry and get to the town plaza."
Garet jumped at this, and poked Isaac. "C'mon, let's go."
Isaac silently took the lead, giving no indication he'd heard Garet.
~*~*~
"Quick, you two, go find someone!"
...
"It's coming!!!"
...
"FELIX!!!"
...
"They're all gone."
~*~*~
Why does psyenergy exist?
Why do we exist?
Why was my father killed?
Why couldn't his power save him?
Should I care?
I feel coldness...
I don't care...
Darkness...
~*~*~
"Allow us to introduce ourselves. My name is Menardi."
"And I, Saturos."
"Prepare to die."
Isaac drew out his sword, and Garet followed suit. He remarked to Isaac, "These guys sure are awfully mean."
Isaac did not reply, instead rushing in for the first attack. Eyeing the blue haired man carefully, he lunged at a weak spot.
A hiss escaped out of Saturos's mouth as he narrowed his eyes at the little blond boy who managed to score a hit. Raising his hand for a fire spell, he met the boy's eyes. What he saw in them caused him to pause.
The boy's eyes were a crystal blue. They were as cold as ice, but imbued with a hellish furor. Saturos was almost... afraid of those eyes.
This pause gave the other boy Garet, just enough time to launch a strike as well, although his clumsiness and extremely loud war cry made it rather easy to dodge him. Menardi arched a quizzical eyebrow at the fact that he hadn't cast a spell, then shrugged and cast a fire spell of her own. The power of it was more than enough to subdue Garet, but Isaac didn't seem to be affected by it very much. Surprised at this revelation, she took a good look at Isaac.
His ice blue eyes glared back at her, making her take a step back. What in the world? There was almost a direct contradiction in his eyes, blue glowing with red. Hell's child. Before her senses could recover, Isaac launched at her, sword seeming to hiss with excitement. It was only chance that allowed her to dodge his blade. A fireball cast my Saturos just happened to knock his sword to the side.
"We would do well not to kill these two, Menardi. They probably won't trouble us in the future either." She nodded, but asked, "Why not the red-haired one though?"
Saturos replied, "Because he is the friend of the red-haired one. Surely he will seek vengeance." He then raised a hand, summoning the fire magic that had dissipated while he was distracted.
"Goodbye."
Fire spewed from the blue hand, taking the form of a dragon. Isaac was consumed by it, which was when the two made their escape. They needn't have worried about the blond-haired boy though. He was being enveloped once again in nightmares. As his glazed eyes stared blankly at nothing, as his mind backed off in horror from phantoms, a voice rumbled in his head, one he had forgotten, but still recognized.
*It has begun....*
This story is so bad it makes me want to cry. >_< The fact that I've been able to come back and reevaluate it is awesome, but my ideas have transformed, and they didn't include all these little nuances I had in the beginning. Which means I'll have to make room for them, because I still like the little ideas I had.
The writing is so eeeeugh though. *stomps on it* Then again, someday after four years, when I'm in college, I'll look back on this story and think, How could I WRITE something like that? :p