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Post by dragonfire13 on Nov 28, 2005 15:12:36 GMT -5
The Broken Prophecy
Prologue: The Prophecy
A thousand years ago a great evil walked the earth.
That is all it was called. The great evil. Because, although it adopted the name Darkfire, it was like nothing the world had ever seen before. A creature scorned by its own kind (why is anyone’s guess) and thus set out to take its revenge against the world. A creature with glowing eyes the color of blood, and if it ever had a soul is indeed questionable.
The end of the world was at hand.
It is hard to believe that, in this time of darkness, anyone would rise to challenge Darkfire. It had the fate of the world in its clawed hand, and the people had accepted their fate.
Three of them had not.
He was called Kage, a sickly little thing of a dragon born pure white so that he glowed, with eyes the color of new fallen leaves. At his side was his loyal mate, the lovely human Kya, with long blonde hair that fell down her back in a braid, and with eyes the color of the ocean on a clear sunny day. And with them both was their loyal friend Haku, the blacksmith, who wasn’t ready to meet his maker quite yet. Together they traveled, learning all the magic the world had to offer, and training for the day when they would finally be able to face and defeat Darkfire.
As the prophecy goes, Kya was the first to fall at the claws of Darkfire. Caught off guard and unprepared for battle, it seemed quite likely that Kage was to die before he could fulfill the destiny Fate had chosen for him. In a desperate effort to save her beloved, Kya lured Darkfire away with magical blasts, and there in the woods, it took the life of both Kya and her unborn child, a child that would never see the light of day.
When Kage realized that his mate and child were dead, he went into a frenzy unlike any the world had ever seen before. Recovering from his wounds, watching the ever loyal Haku try desperately to save Kya, Kage launched himself at Darkfire with a cry of rage, glowing with what seemed to be the very essence of light itself. In an amazing display of magic, Kage fought Darkfire, and although unable to defeat him, managed to seal him within the Shadow Box, a black box with the symbols of light upon it, so that Darkfire would never again walk the earth.
But Kage’s magnificent stand came at a price. Horribly weakened and suffering from a broken heart, the white dragon died only three days after the epic battle, despite Haku’s valiant efforts. What became of the blacksmith after the death of his dearest friends is unknown, but it is believed that for the rest of his years he wandered the world, as heartbroken as Kage himself once was, but unable to die, until he met his end in the Arctic.
And this is where the legend ends.
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The prophecy said it was defeated.
The prophecy said that it was gone, never again able to walk the earth and bring about a reign of terror. It was trapped inside the Shadow Box for all eternity, a being that the world would soon forget, just as the brave battles fought by Kage, Kya, and Haku were forgotten, as was their demise.
The world did forget, but it never did.
For a thousand long years it lay in wait, bidding its time, knowing that someday it would be freed, despite the brave efforts of Kage, Kya, and Haku, and it would once again reek havoc unlike anything the world had ever seen before. Its hatred grew, and as it lay in waiting, it felt them return, the great protectors. And it knew that its time was coming. Soon it would be free again, and it would be able to destroy the young bodies of the great protectors that had defeated it so long ago. And then it would destroy the world, as its Dark Makers had guaranteed it would.
The prophecy said it was defeated. The prophecy said it would never walk the earth again.
The prophecy was wrong.
End prologue
The beginning of my newest chapter story! This is dedicated to IronHand, thanks for letting me use your character! ;D
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Post by Iron Hand on Nov 28, 2005 19:06:17 GMT -5
Haha I was hoping you'd post the chapter but this is still good. Nice job, and thank YOU for using my character
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Post by dragonfire13 on Nov 29, 2005 18:38:48 GMT -5
Chapter 1: The Orb of Malorfis
“Duck and cover! Run for your life! The sky is falling, the sky is falling!”
The poor dog dove behind a pillar as a streak of green energy whizzed dangerously close to his head. Jake whipped his head around at a yelp. “Fu Dog!”
“He’s okay,” IronHand panted, gripping said dog firmly and shoving him into the shadows of the corridor. “But if we don’t do something soon, we won’t be!” “You don’t need to remind me!”
Huntsman let out another wild blast from his Hunts-Staff. IronHand dove in front of Jake, and focusing hard, changed into a small shield with the symbol of a rearing red dragon on it. The shot bounced off the iron surface and ricocheted into the ceiling. Chunks of plaster and dust rained down on the dragon, the iron man, and the Huntsman.
Huntsgirl ran as if the hounds of hell were at her heels. The sound of battle behind her was urging her on. She made a wild dive for the pillar, and the Orb of Malorfis wobbled on it, and fell. She grabbed it and pulled it close to her chest. “Huntsmaster, I got it!” she called over her shoulder. “Excellent, Thorn! Let me just deal with these pesky creatures…” Huntsman swept his Hunts-Staff in a wide arc, unleashing a stream of green fire. Jake flew up, and IronHand retained his shield, although he was slightly burned.
Taking the opportunity, Huntsman wielded his Hunts-Staff and aimed it at Jake, who hovered uncertainly in the air.
“Huntsmaster, no!”
Huntsgirl’s hand reached out and covered her uncle’s, gently lowering his Hunts-Staff. “Huntsmaster, please,” she pleaded. “We have the Orb. You said that’s all we needed!” Huntsman gazed at his niece for a long moment. IronHand transformed back into human, watching tensely.
Finally, Huntsman dipped his head. “If that is what you wish, Thorn.” He slammed the Hunts-Staff against the ground. A ball of green energy formed around the pair, and as they began to fade Huntsgirl’s eyes sought Jake’s. IronHand saw, to, and what he saw saddened him like nothing else.
In her eyes was love. Fear, love, and anguish.
The pair disappeared.
Fu peered nervously around the pillar he had been cowering behind during the fight.
“Is it over? Are they gone?”
End chapter one
Please review! All compliements and constructive critism is welcomed. All flames shall be thrown at my good for nothing Muse! Muse: Wha? Oo;;
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Post by Iron Hand on Nov 30, 2005 17:33:05 GMT -5
Haha *claps* Very good use of my power. *nods*
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Post by dragonfire13 on Nov 30, 2005 20:34:56 GMT -5
Gee, thanks... ^^;;
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Post by Iron Hand on Dec 2, 2005 17:59:18 GMT -5
C'mon scumbags this is a good story *Evil smile*
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Post by dragonfire13 on Dec 3, 2005 7:42:06 GMT -5
Chapter 2: The Shadow Box
As soon as the pair reappeared in the Huntslair, Huntsman took the Orb from Huntsgirl. She didn’t fight, instead letting her hands fall limply to her sides, the usual spark in her eyes dull. Huntsman indicated with a small jerk of his head that he wanted her to come with him, and as they walked down the massive stone hall she trailed him, not walking by his side like she had in the past, her arms wrapped tightly around her belly as if someone had sucker punched her, her head bowed.
“Thorn, this must stop,” Huntsman said gently. “You must accept that this is your destiny.” “But Huntsmaster!” Huntsgirl turned desperate blue eyes to her uncle’s face. “The American Dragon is my friend! I can’t slay him!” “You will, someday. And you will discover that it won’t be as difficult as you believe,” Huntsman assured her, then resumed his walk. Huntsgirl took one step, faltered, then stopped altogether.
“You don’t understand.”
Her voice was just a hoarse whisper, yet he heard her as clearly as though he was kneeling next to her and she was telling him a “big secret”, the way she had when she had been small. Instead of questioning, he paused and waited for her to catch up. Only when she reached him did he push the massive double doors open, still gripping the Orb under one massive arm.
The room was large, like the crypt, but what it contained was surprisingly small. A single black box on a large, rough wooden table. The black box had white symbols upon it, and sealing it tightly shut was a pure gold lock, inscribed with the largest, purest light symbol of them all. Huntsman walked over to the table and placed the Orb beside the box.
A shudder shook the box.
Huntsgirl tensed. “Huntsmaster, are you sure this is a good idea?” “Hush, Thorn. Of course this is a good idea.” The Huntsman placed one gloved hand on the box, and it swelled up to meet his touch like a dog. Huntsgirl shuddered, and her stomach lurched. Didn’t he see how… evil that thing was?
“The Shadow Box is a creation of great power,” Huntsman explained. “It can only be destroyed by a spell, and a drop of dark magic, which is why we took the Orb of Malorfis. Within the Box sleeps a dormant power, and power that will activate when the spell put upon it is broken.”
But if there’s a great power inside, wasn’t it locked in there for a reason? Huntsgirl wondered, though she kept this thought to herself. Huntsman patted the Box, then with a small movement of his hand indicated that they should go, and find the other ingredients. As they exited the room, Huntsgirl risked one last look at the Box over her shoulder.
That’s when it happened.
A massive wave of hatred and anger swelled in her belly and rose to her chest, making seem as though she had liquid fire coursing through her veins instead of blood. Her hands clenched into fists; she bit her lip to hold back a snarl. Her whole body vibrated with anger and hatred, anger and hatred greater then any she had ever known before, and as she watched the Box seemed to shrink, as though sensing her rage.
It’s your fault! Her mind screamed. It’s your fault, it’s all your fault! He’s dead because of you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!!!
Just as quickly as the feelings assaulted her, they drained completely from her body, leaving her woozy and achy all over. Huntsgirl shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as though to keep warm. “Where the heck did that come from?” she wondered weakly, and before she could think of it further she followed Huntsman out of the chamber.
Had she glanced back once more, she would have seen that the symbols on the Shadow Box were glowing a sickly green color.
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It was incredible.
It had killed the guardian with its own claws. It had seen her die, had seen her eyes dim and smelled her blood. So how was it possible that she looked so much like Kya? They had the same eye color, the same hair color, hell, their hair was the exact same length…
It dismissed these thoughts. If this proved anything, it was that the guardian’s spirit now resided in her body. Now its quest would be easier. It would not have to search the world for the female guardian before destroying it… instead, the guardian had come to it.
And she knew it was in the Shadow Box. Oh, now she knew.
It would kill her first. Then, later, it would go after the others.
Perhaps it would kill her slowly. Just for old time’s sake.
End chapter 2
Now to just get past the writer's block I have concerning chapter 3 and IronHand/Huntsgirl interaction >.<
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Post by Iron Hand on Dec 3, 2005 20:57:41 GMT -5
If ya need ideas, pm me and I'll gladly help.
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Post by dragonfire13 on Dec 4, 2005 20:55:26 GMT -5
Thanks for the offer, IronHand. I'll take you up on it, it's just as much your story as it is mine.
.... Uh... review? Please?
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Post by Iron Hand on Dec 5, 2005 19:03:13 GMT -5
HONESTLY! C'mon people this is a good story, and it will get better.
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Post by dragonfire13 on Dec 9, 2005 16:12:09 GMT -5
Chapter 3: A Connection Is Made
Jake was sprawled out on the couch, studying his math book. Kellen laughed. “Dude, you’re going to have to open it sometime,” he said. Jake reached out and poked it. “Yeah, I know,” he muttered. “That doesn’t mean I have to be willing, though…” Kellen laughed again.
It was raining outside. Rain pounded viciously against the windows and darkened the sky so that the whole world seemed bathed in shadows. As Kellen glanced briefly at the window, he shuddered. Good day to stay inside, he thought. It looks like the world is dead out there.
“If the Huntsman attacked right now, it would be so convenient,” Jake grumbled, still eyeing his math book like it was some sort of fanged, untamed beast.
“You might get your wish, young dragon.” ”Gramps!”
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“So, the Huntsman and Rose—“ “Jake.” The young dragon growled. “Okay, the Huntsman and Huntsgirl have attacked a local magic supplies store?” “Yep.” That was Fu. “But I don’t understand,” IronHand said, puzzled. “First the Orb, now this. Are they gathering ingredients for something?”
“I don’t know, young one. I honestly don’t know,” Lao Shi murmured, and Jake and IronHand exchanged worried looks.
If Lao Shi didn’t know what the Huntsclan was up to, how could they be defeated?
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The rain hadn’t lightened—if anything, it had fallen harder—and as the three landed outside the shop, they saw that the door had been neatly blasted open, leaving only a few dark streaks of soot. Jake frowned. “Yep, that’s them,” he muttered. Without a word he squeezed through the incredibly small doorway, IronHand and Lao Shi close behind.
The room they had entered was just as dark as the sky outside, if not more, and IronHand frowned. “I don’t see them…”
A flash of green light close to his ear quickly cut his statement short, and with a yelp equivalent to J. Lo’s singing he dove behind an over-turned desk. Jake flared his wings and folded them in front of his body, blocking the shot, and letting out a roar of pain as the beam burned his wings. Lao Shi flew at the Huntsman, but his claws scraped thin air as the older hunter scrambled out of his way.
“Where’s Rose?” IronHand called to Jake. “Did she pull a no show tonight?” “No way.” Jake grunted, gingerly examining his singed wings. “Rose might not agree with what her uncle believes, but she’d never bail on him. She’s not like that.” His eyes dared IronHand to contradict him, and IronHand wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.
“She must have ducked out somehow,” IronHand muttered softly to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a small iron door off to the side. He smirked.
“Nice try, Rose.”
Running to the door, he blasted it open and ran up the stairs that led to the roof.
The rain pounded on the pavement, making IronHand’s ears ring and blinding him so that all he could see was darkness. He wiped at his eyes furiously, to no avail. Okay, so he knew where Huntsgirl had gone, but how could he see her? He squinted and scanned the dark rooftop. She had to be somewhere…
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of movement, a shadow darker then the others. Without hesitation he ran after it, knowing all to well who it was. Can she even see where she’s going? He wondered.
His question was answered when the shadow in front of him let out a gasp, and the next instant plunged out of sight. His heart leaped into his throat. “Rose!” he shouted, charging full speed toward where she had disappeared—and coming to a screeching halt.
Huntsgirl dangled from the roof, her hands scrabbling desperately at the rain-slicked stone. Her feet raked the wall but found no foothold, and a choked moan escaped her as she slid a few more feet. Her terrified blue eyes met IronHand’s. She whimpered.
Without thinking, IronHand lunged forward, throwing himself down on his belly, his fingers digging into Huntsgirl’s shoulders. A bloodcurdling scream burst from her throat, and he cringed; he must have grabbed her harder then he thought. He crept cautiously forward a few inches and tried to pull Huntsgirl back onto the roof, but her clothes were wet and slid through his fingers. Her weight dragged him closer the edge, and his mind screamed at him to let her go.
No way, he thought stubbornly. Huntsgirl might be his enemy, but she was human. He ducked his head and his eyes met hers again. “I’m not going to leave you, okay?” he said, shouting to be heard over the rain. Huntsgirl nodded, her eyes still wide.
Then, much like what Huntsgirl had experienced with the Shadow Box, IronHand felt something, a strong determination to save the young girl in front of him who fought desperately for her life.
Flashback
“You don’t have to come, you know.” The voice came from the slim young woman standing behind him. The young blacksmith, Haku, tilted his head to one side and looked at her. “Are you crazy, Kya?” he asked. “If you and Kage are going to try and defeat Darkfire, I’m not just standing off the side. You both are my friends; I won’t let you face him alone.”
Kya laughed softly. “Stubborn,” she muttered, but there was no mistaking the affection in her voice.
Haku grinned. “Not stubborn,” he corrected her. “Just determined.”
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IronHand focused on Huntsgirl. Although it was his body, he felt disconnected somehow, as if he were standing off to the side watching. “Kya?”
The voice that came from his throat was his and yet not his—deeper, wiser, more scared. Huntsgirl blinked, and he saw her eyes glaze over. She was experiencing it to, he was sure of it, that odd feeling of being there and yet being off to the sideline. “Haku?” she whimpered. “Come on, Kya,” IronHand/Haku said. “It’s time to live.” Leaning forward, he lowered his hands so they were around the young huntress’s waist, and pulled her up onto the roof.
And just like that, it was over.
For a moment they stood gazing at each other, and IronHand fully expected her to knock him out somehow. Instead, Huntsgirl tilted her head to one side and dipped it briefly. Taken aback, yet somehow knowing it would happen, IronHand returned the gesture.
And then Huntsgirl leaped over to the next roof and melted into the rain, leaving IronHand alone, confused and very uneasy. He rubbed the back of his head.
“What was that all about?”
End chapter 3.
Hopefully chapter 4 won't take so long... >.>
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Post by Iron Hand on Dec 9, 2005 16:52:23 GMT -5
Sah weet! Once again, great writing! The wait was worth it!
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Post by dragonfire13 on Dec 11, 2005 17:22:16 GMT -5
Chapter 4: The Mark of Darkfire
Whenever Huntsgirl didn’t know what was going on, she tended to get withdrawn and sullen. She was like that right now, and she knew it was frustrating Huntsman, but as she unclasped her pouch and handed him the vial she could honestly care less. Something strange was going on, something she didn’t understand, and it scared her. She blinked raindrops out of her eyes.
So much was happening. So much had changed. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
As she and Huntsman faded away, it stopped raining.
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The clock in the hall read five in the morning, and it was dark. Rose walked down the hall that led to the Huntslair, her arms wrapped around herself, her bare feet somewhat numb due to the stone beneath them, but she kept walking. She paused and looked at the door where the Shadow Box was.
And here I was thinking I would stay away from this thing at all costs, she mused silently. Even so, she rested her hands on the door and pushed it open.
A great wave of cold assaulted Rose as soon as she opened the door, and she shivered. Next time she decided to visit the Shadow Box at ungodly hours of the morning, she would wear a jacket. Pushing away all doubts she had concerning the damn thing, she took a step into the room.
The Shadow Box looked no different then it had when she had seen it before, save the vial that now rested beside the Orb. She took another hesitant step towards it. What was it about the Box that scared her? There was just something about it… Swallowing hard, she took the last few steps between her and the Box, and gingerly rested her hand on it.
The Box burned against her hand like the hottest fire and the coldest ice. Her instinct was to shrink away, but she could not move, and as a wave of pain assaulted her she was thrown back into a distant time, into memories that weren’t hers and yet were hers.
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“Kage?” “Yes, Kya?” “What happens if we lose?” “We won’t.”
The young woman turned blue eyes upon her mate. “How can you be so sure?” she asked softly, not challenging, just curious. “I have to believe.” The white dragon wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned back against him, closing her eyes. She had to believe it, to. She would never tell him that.
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Kya raised her hands above her head, and a stream of white magic trailed her fingers like an obedient dog. She smiled as the familiar coolness bathed her body, the coolness that always came over her when she used her magic. She swirled the magical stream around her slim form, rejoicing in it.
Off to the side, Haku turned to Kage. “Now that,” he said quietly, “is a girl that loves her magic and loves her life.” His eyes clouded over; Kya was like a sister to him. “Even during these dark times…”
Kage smiled as he watched his mate. “That’s why I love her.”
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Kya ran as fast as her body (which was heavy with child I might add) allowed, trying to keep as far ahead of Darkfire as she could. Behind her, she heard Kage calling to her desperately, and though her heart ached she kept running, leading Darkfire as far away from her mate as she could.
A dark claw lashed at her legs, and she stumbled and fell, choking back a scream, knowing that her leg was broken. Panting, she looked up into the fiery pits that were Darkfire’s eyes. The creature pulled its crimson lips back in a grin, raising one claws hand.
“Now, Light Maiden, you die.”
Kya did not bother trying to escape; she knew she could not. Instead she gazed defiantly at Darkfire.
“Kage, forgive me…”
The creature’s claws struck down her chest. Kya felt a jolt of agonizing pain, and then blessed oblivion.
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The Box let out a blast of dark magic, flinging Rose back, and her body slammed into the wall with a dull thud. She gasped and slowly struggled to a sitting position, cradling her hand to her chest. Slowly she spread her fingers, wincing at the searing pain on her palm, and whimpered at what she saw.
The symbol, a crooked D with what appeared to be a lightning striking through it, glowed an angry red color. Rose gingerly touched it, and let out a yelp when a jolt of pain hit her. Her hand absolutely throbbed, no question about it.
Before her disbelieving eyes, the mark began to fade, and as it did the pain began to subside, and eventually her hand was unmarked, and she felt no pain. She massaged her hand, looked up at the Shadow Box. Her lips trembled as she remembered the memories that she had seen, and she cried, her soft sobs echoing forlornly through the room.
Had she gone back to examine the Box, she would have seen that where her hand had been was now a mark similar to the one she had received. It pulsed softly, giving off a gentle red glow.
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Now she had the Mark. The Mark of Darkfire.
Excellent.
As its time drew closer and it would finally be freed from this wretched Box, she and the guardian who slumbered within her would feel it. And as the time drew nearer and it grew stronger, she would grow weaker, because she now bore its Mark. And she would pay the consequences.
Yes…
Soon, it would be free, and it would kill the young female guardian. And even though the others remained a mystery, it was not worried. The past guardian’s power slept within her, and once it absorbed that power, killing the other two guardians would be easy.
Soon it would walk the earth again. And this time, the guardians would not be there to stop it.
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Post by Iron Hand on Dec 11, 2005 18:37:22 GMT -5
Oh wow! Jeez, this is one of those things where you need to know what happens next! Great job DF13!
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Post by dragonfire13 on Dec 12, 2005 16:30:08 GMT -5
Awww.... thanks, IronHand. Now I'm blushing...
AAAAHHHH! Writer's block!
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