Post by acclue lockheart on Jan 2, 2009 4:37:38 GMT -5
I'm not sure if I've posted a draft of this before or not, but I've rewritten my stories so much that it's hard to keep track of them at this point 
This is my name's origin, in fact, the story is being told from my point of view... well, when I was alive
There were a lot of people who were involved in the original RP this is based off of, but I thought it deserved to be revised and completed I take only partial credit for the plot since there were easily a dozen of us in that game. Hope you guys like this as much as I liked playing it originally
I just wish I could make writing like this into a comic but I have no skill in drawing things, so this is what you get :3
And as always, this is a draft, I have no idea if this is going to be finalized or if I'll write it yet again But I think I'm getting close with this one...
And yes, I'm seriously debating the title of chapter 1 -.-
Tell me if you like it ^^
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Chapter I: A Fox's Tale
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It is said that fate dictates one and all. That from beginning to end, our lives are planned out. The simplest detail is governed over by greater beings and any amount of control we have in our lives is a complex illusion giving the appearance of free will. We all have our place in the world in an infallible system enforced by higher ones. We are all trapped in our role. And when we are finally destined to die, we go regardless of whether we're ready or not.
But...
What happens when fate shows us that an event is about to happen. Something that will change the world forever. What if even one of the enforcers decides that the world need not end just because a line leads to it.
What if fate...
was broken.
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Two bright yellow eyes shot open in the middle of a pitch black cavern. They stared up at the same cave rocks they had seen every morning for the past eight years, yet somehow it looked different to them. Perhaps it was because, in eight years of life, the Daemon sitting in the cave couldn't remember a single time he had woken up in the middle of the night. Perhaps it was anxiety. The Daemon boy had planned, that day, to return to the ruins again, as he had for the past month or so. That one book kept flashing through his mind all through the previous night. Why hadn't I grabbed it on my way out yesterday? he thought. Not that anyone else in the village would be interested in such a thing, but where else would he find a spellbook like that, especially in Mantle.
The boy wasn't going to get back to sleep that night. He locked his hands together and fidgeted for a few minutes, pondering the consequences of any action he might take. He knew his father would be angry if he left the village without his guidance, but the entrance of the cave was pitch black; sunrise was hours away.
He continued to stare into the entrance for a couple of minutes, but that solved nothing. He sat up and examined the situation. His Mother and father were in their usual spot near the back edge of the room and his twin sister, Ami, was lying as physically far from him as possible.
Standing up in one quick action, he decided, in his sleep-deprived state, to go to the ruins anyway. Any other situation would not have warranted the boy to even think of leaving the same room as his parents, but the rare adventurous motive came to him that night.
The problems began there of course. Sneaking out of a room full of Daemon, even in their sleep, was a bit challenging. The boy looked back behind him and made sure he hadn't hooked my tail around anything in his sleep again. It was clear. Dropping down onto all fours and making sure to distribute his weight evenly, he slowly stepped out toward the square.
He stopped. Something wasn't quite right. Ami hadn't moved. The boy didn't sense any disturbence behind him, so his parents were still unaware. No one was around, but there was no question about it. Someone was watching him. He tried to dismiss it as apprehension toward disobeying my parents, but something didn't seem right as he left the cavern.
The boy felt he was far enough away by now. The ominous feeling persisted, but he continued anyway.
Standing up, he started walking down to the end of the valley. There weren't many Fox Daemon so it wasn't necessary they have a very large village, but he was still tiny. Just the island of Thryll was an impossibly large place to him.
He held his hands out in front of him in the sign of the fox. A quiet pop was heard around the area as the dust cleared and revealed the boy in his primal form. A full fox stood where he once was, though his clothes sat next to him. He grabbed the few posessions he had in his mouth and began a full run up the hill toward the ruins.
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It was at least an hour before the boy could actually find a way up the hill that an older Daemon could probably have traversed straight over easily, but he finally made it. He transformed back and donned what little clothing he had again. He was out of breath though. He wasn't about to prove Ami right about his physical shape, so he continued in with stoic resolve before he collapsed against the corner inside. He wasn't about to prove her right as far as anyone could have seen anyway.
It took a moment for the boy to catch his breath, but he knew what he was there for, and that he had to hurry. To the boy's surprise, it actually was starting to get brighter outside already. Hopefully he could haul the tome down the hill and stash it away before anyone could notice he was gone. Being only slightly taller than the book standing up, though, made it seem like an impossible task.
The strange feeling persisted even up here. The boy was beginning to look around. It had suddenly dawned on the boy that he would be a foot and a half appetizer to anything dangerous that came by, and if a Human saw him, he was dead. The boy tried to convince myself that Humans didn't live this far North, but it didn't help. He pulled a strand of rope from under his shirt and pulled it tight over the book in a cross.
He struggled to pull the book closer to the door, dragging it on it's front cover. He gave one last pull through the doorway, but stopped in his tracks. It was still dark overhead. He stared down into the valley; it was glowing a bright orange through the whole village. The boy didn't even stop to change himself as he rushed down the hill.
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The boy arrived, panting at the base of the village. It was almost completely aflame. No one was to be seen. He wanted to turn. He wanted to run away as fast as he could. But where would he go?
He shivered as he stared into the fire. His family. Without another moment of thought, the boy ran into the flames. His family's cave, it had to be safe. He turned his head to look into some of the other caves. Fires masked most of the openings, but he came to a clear one. He fell onto his knees and couldn't stop himself from losing the contents of his stomach. Several of his kind had been left where they had died, cleaved cleanly into two. The boy looked away and closed his eyes. He stood up and broke into a run. He felt the heat building up around him, but he couldn't be out there alone. He had to get home. His father would protect him.
He ignored every other cave he passed, assuming the worst for every one of them. By the time he had made it to the middle of the valley, where his home lay, he felt sick and dizzy with confusion. He stepped only so far into the cave, and he wasn't sure what to feel.
It was empty. His family had left without him. They were probably safe outside of the village somewhere. His mind took some time to comprehend this. He had to get out.
He wheeled around on his heel and was preparing to make the fox sign, but his hands fell limp. He had to look almost straight up to see the man that was standing within arm's reach of him. It was a Human. The figure smiled, and the boy's vision gave out. He fell to the ground in shock, too frightened to comprehend what would happen next.
This is my name's origin, in fact, the story is being told from my point of view... well, when I was alive
There were a lot of people who were involved in the original RP this is based off of, but I thought it deserved to be revised and completed
I take only partial credit for the plot since there were easily a dozen of us in that game. Hope you guys like this as much as I liked playing it originally I just wish I could make writing like this into a comic
but I have no skill in drawing things, so this is what you get :3And as always, this is a draft, I have no idea if this is going to be finalized or if I'll write it yet again
But I think I'm getting close with this one...And yes, I'm seriously debating the title of chapter 1 -.-
Tell me if you like it ^^
=========================
Chapter I: A Fox's Tale
--------------------
It is said that fate dictates one and all. That from beginning to end, our lives are planned out. The simplest detail is governed over by greater beings and any amount of control we have in our lives is a complex illusion giving the appearance of free will. We all have our place in the world in an infallible system enforced by higher ones. We are all trapped in our role. And when we are finally destined to die, we go regardless of whether we're ready or not.
But...
What happens when fate shows us that an event is about to happen. Something that will change the world forever. What if even one of the enforcers decides that the world need not end just because a line leads to it.
What if fate...
was broken.
--------------------
Two bright yellow eyes shot open in the middle of a pitch black cavern. They stared up at the same cave rocks they had seen every morning for the past eight years, yet somehow it looked different to them. Perhaps it was because, in eight years of life, the Daemon sitting in the cave couldn't remember a single time he had woken up in the middle of the night. Perhaps it was anxiety. The Daemon boy had planned, that day, to return to the ruins again, as he had for the past month or so. That one book kept flashing through his mind all through the previous night. Why hadn't I grabbed it on my way out yesterday? he thought. Not that anyone else in the village would be interested in such a thing, but where else would he find a spellbook like that, especially in Mantle.
The boy wasn't going to get back to sleep that night. He locked his hands together and fidgeted for a few minutes, pondering the consequences of any action he might take. He knew his father would be angry if he left the village without his guidance, but the entrance of the cave was pitch black; sunrise was hours away.
He continued to stare into the entrance for a couple of minutes, but that solved nothing. He sat up and examined the situation. His Mother and father were in their usual spot near the back edge of the room and his twin sister, Ami, was lying as physically far from him as possible.
Standing up in one quick action, he decided, in his sleep-deprived state, to go to the ruins anyway. Any other situation would not have warranted the boy to even think of leaving the same room as his parents, but the rare adventurous motive came to him that night.
The problems began there of course. Sneaking out of a room full of Daemon, even in their sleep, was a bit challenging. The boy looked back behind him and made sure he hadn't hooked my tail around anything in his sleep again. It was clear. Dropping down onto all fours and making sure to distribute his weight evenly, he slowly stepped out toward the square.
He stopped. Something wasn't quite right. Ami hadn't moved. The boy didn't sense any disturbence behind him, so his parents were still unaware. No one was around, but there was no question about it. Someone was watching him. He tried to dismiss it as apprehension toward disobeying my parents, but something didn't seem right as he left the cavern.
The boy felt he was far enough away by now. The ominous feeling persisted, but he continued anyway.
Standing up, he started walking down to the end of the valley. There weren't many Fox Daemon so it wasn't necessary they have a very large village, but he was still tiny. Just the island of Thryll was an impossibly large place to him.
He held his hands out in front of him in the sign of the fox. A quiet pop was heard around the area as the dust cleared and revealed the boy in his primal form. A full fox stood where he once was, though his clothes sat next to him. He grabbed the few posessions he had in his mouth and began a full run up the hill toward the ruins.
--------------------
It was at least an hour before the boy could actually find a way up the hill that an older Daemon could probably have traversed straight over easily, but he finally made it. He transformed back and donned what little clothing he had again. He was out of breath though. He wasn't about to prove Ami right about his physical shape, so he continued in with stoic resolve before he collapsed against the corner inside. He wasn't about to prove her right as far as anyone could have seen anyway.
It took a moment for the boy to catch his breath, but he knew what he was there for, and that he had to hurry. To the boy's surprise, it actually was starting to get brighter outside already. Hopefully he could haul the tome down the hill and stash it away before anyone could notice he was gone. Being only slightly taller than the book standing up, though, made it seem like an impossible task.
The strange feeling persisted even up here. The boy was beginning to look around. It had suddenly dawned on the boy that he would be a foot and a half appetizer to anything dangerous that came by, and if a Human saw him, he was dead. The boy tried to convince myself that Humans didn't live this far North, but it didn't help. He pulled a strand of rope from under his shirt and pulled it tight over the book in a cross.
He struggled to pull the book closer to the door, dragging it on it's front cover. He gave one last pull through the doorway, but stopped in his tracks. It was still dark overhead. He stared down into the valley; it was glowing a bright orange through the whole village. The boy didn't even stop to change himself as he rushed down the hill.
--------------------
The boy arrived, panting at the base of the village. It was almost completely aflame. No one was to be seen. He wanted to turn. He wanted to run away as fast as he could. But where would he go?
He shivered as he stared into the fire. His family. Without another moment of thought, the boy ran into the flames. His family's cave, it had to be safe. He turned his head to look into some of the other caves. Fires masked most of the openings, but he came to a clear one. He fell onto his knees and couldn't stop himself from losing the contents of his stomach. Several of his kind had been left where they had died, cleaved cleanly into two. The boy looked away and closed his eyes. He stood up and broke into a run. He felt the heat building up around him, but he couldn't be out there alone. He had to get home. His father would protect him.
He ignored every other cave he passed, assuming the worst for every one of them. By the time he had made it to the middle of the valley, where his home lay, he felt sick and dizzy with confusion. He stepped only so far into the cave, and he wasn't sure what to feel.
It was empty. His family had left without him. They were probably safe outside of the village somewhere. His mind took some time to comprehend this. He had to get out.
He wheeled around on his heel and was preparing to make the fox sign, but his hands fell limp. He had to look almost straight up to see the man that was standing within arm's reach of him. It was a Human. The figure smiled, and the boy's vision gave out. He fell to the ground in shock, too frightened to comprehend what would happen next.
