Story time: Stories of power!

Subject: Re: Story time: Stories of power! Wed 24 Sep 2008, 9:57 pm

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So two muffins are sitting in an oven......
>>See first page to get joke.<<

Subject: Re: Story time: Stories of power! Wed 24 Sep 2008, 10:19 pm

^^lol

Subject: Re: Story time: Stories of power! Sun 28 Sep 2008, 4:49 pm

Here is a small sample of My story i'm typing for a book i'm making. :P
Words: Unknown, Known Guess: Over 2k Words.
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Prologue: The End of the Beginning.

The night was young, trees were swaying the breeze, leaves floating down on the air, towards the ground as it flew off the branches, a peaceful night, so or people thought of this full-moonlit night. The cerulean moon shined above the houses in a safe-like housing ring just outside a village twenty miles from the area, the place was calm, peaceful, lights in people’s houses off, the dark showing from the moonlight of the sky. It was the thirtieth of May, in the springtime of the country; flowers were blooming in the gardens of young gardeners, in window boxes of people’s houses, showing their bright, cheerful nature, it was a perfect season, for the perfect clan. Footsteps race across the ground, pounding against the brown dirt of the road before hundreds upon thousands of armored men. The men were running at high speeds, giant twin blades strapped to their back, shining with the blue moonlight above. They were headed in one direction, the housing ring of the Kazura Clan.

Darkness fell heavily onto the night, the moon blocked out by the clouds overhead, it was seemingly going to be the worst night, in the history of the clan. Two figures stand at the top of the Wall surrounding the housing ring, guards, each holding a large spear on their back, a blade in a sheath on their sides, ready for any encounter they may face. A sound of unsheathing swords was heard by one of the guards, ready for battle, the guard held onto the crimson hilt of the blade he had on his right side. Before he could even so much as move a muscle in that arm, blood fell. An arrow struck onto the center of the chest plate of the guard, piercing his heart in an instant; Amazing accuracy for the deadliest shot. Hundreds more begin to strike out onto the plain of the hills around the clan, striking the guards that surround it, but only few begin to strike back. Power is unleashed upon the attackers, smashing through the hills like a knife through butter, head roll, blood flies; it was the battle for life and death.

Few remained with the attackers of the clan; many remain for the guards that protected it, worn out from the use of their energy, swords shattered in their palms. Bodies of slain guards and attackers litter the ground around the clan housing ring, blood soaking into the ground, it was a blood fest, and nothing could have stopped it, only destruction comes of fighting.

Two hours pass, the guards reform with new recruits, only in the dead of night, the sound of a wolf howls over the night, towards the moon above. A powerful surge of energy was felt by one of the guards at the top of the wall, feeling great pain with the power growing near. Two of the guards near him come forth to him, to try and calm him, but just left him alone, because of the calm he claimed to have, saying it was nothing. But it wasn’t, his arms were burning, the power growing near the area, making him just feel like he is on fire, screaming in pain with all the power he was feeling, crouching onto the stone floor below.

A blast of power ripped through the trees of the area around the guarding ring, shattering through the ground. Two guards stepped forward to the blast of energy, slashing their blades to the ground as another slash of power ripped through the other one, canceling it out in an instant.

The man who was in pain stepped up, his eyes as white as the purest snow, a large sword in his right palm, burning with large amounts of crimson energy, He jumped from the tower, stepping onto the ground below the area he was, 100 feet above where he is now.

Two guards on the ground ran to the man, asking what he was doing. Ten seconds later, blood flies on the ground below, limbs fall onto the ground, staining it crimson with the blood flowing out of them, two guards lay dead on the ground. Nothing could stop this man; his power was inhuman to any standard, power rushing through his veins, crimson energy flowing around him with an eerie red glow. This was the beginning to the end of the Kazura.

Days later, the man returned to the area, hundreds of men behind him, ready and armed for combat, swords in their hands, adamant armor surrounding them, protecting them from the pouring rain around them, the mud covering their boots. Clouds covered the sky, the moon shining above them, shining against their armor, brightening them up. The leader of the set of warriors stepped up to the front of them line, giving a war speech that frenzied them into a war cry, running towards the wall that protected the clan housing ring with swords raised.

A messenger bursts through the door of the clan leader’s house, the leader already sitting up on his bed, his right eye covered in a bandage, already knowing about the attack. He quickly got dressed in his battle clothing, swords on his back, two fingerless gloves on his palms, ready to go in an instant. After a few moments of thinking what to do, he immediately vanished from the room, appearing on top of his house, looking towards the flames of war at the other end of the housing ring, his cloak swaying in the cool evening breeze.

The biggest of the attackers ravaged through the gate of the housing ring, flames setting through the burnt areas. The adamant armor they were wearing had large spikes on their shoulders and torso area, bloodstains on them all, after killing over 50 guards on the wall, a bloodied sword in their palms. They were obviously the best of the attackers, meaning they were captains and commanders of the force. They had also large symbols on the fronts of their helmets, the symbol of another clan, a large dragon wrapping around a symbol of peace and war, meaning they were the Ukiku clan, the clan of war and oblivion.

The wife of the leader, who was lying on the bed with the leader, noticing the coverings on the other side of the bed, was uncovered. She quickly sat up, looking through the window on her side of the room, watching the flames of war rage through the gates around the clan housing ring, a horrified expression showing. Soon after, she ran out of the house, in only her nightgown, showing with the black outlining, a white trim around the neck and arm area, she was scared of what might happen to the rest of the clan if the guards of the clan didn’t protect them well enough to escape. Her name was Sasina Kazura, named after the hero of the clan hundreds of years ago, who helped save the clan from war, and from ultimate destruction. Soon after, she went back in the house; slamming her fist on the table she had near the door, alerting three children in the house, which they knew something was wrong.

Three of the children walked down the stairs of their two story house, their names were; Kairi, Saruno, and Kuroyami Kazura, three of the five children of the leader, which was of royal clan blood, each of their strength more powerful than the next. Their mother was tearing away at the sight of the flames of war she saw with her two cerulean eyes, watching the other clan members die off from the blades of the attackers, blood spurring onto the ground, heads rolling, limbs being ripped from their bodies, it was true blood shed. Saruno Kazura was the first to watch this happen, his heart sank, even at this young age, when he has mastered some of the clan techniques, he never knew about this attack until now.

Frightened at the sight of the flames of war, they began to run up to their rooms, only for their mother to stop them, beginning to speak to them what to do next. She told them to run from the area, making sure they get somewhere safe while the clan members begin to run out the attackers, even if they have to die to do so. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, looking back out to the flames of war and began to run out in her battle-like clothing, ready to fight to the end.

Kuroyami, the oldest of the Kazura family members, began to run upstairs to the bedrooms of the other two Kazura, waking them up and getting them out of bed and dressed, he was getting ready to leave. They took out their bags and filled them up with some of their clothes, a basket of food and stuff to find food with, and many other necessary items, ready to set out on their journey.

A scream was heard from downstairs of the four bedrooms, it was Kairi, screaming as she passed out on the floor of the living room. Saruno immediately ran down the wooden steps of his house, finding a large man in a crimson and black cloak, holding his unconscious sister in his left arm, facing the other way than him. The man was about seven feet tall, a normal sized muscular man, a sword on his back, about half of his normal size. As the man turned around, he noticed Saruno behind him, turning to face him as he let up a small chuckle, a demented chuckle.

Saruno knew he had to save his sister from the man, so he drew his blade from the side of his robe, charging forth to the man; in a single second, the man slamming his right palm upon the blade, sending Saruno back to the wall behind him, shattering it slightly. He knew he was powerful, very powerful, so he had to use one of the clan’s forbidden techniques, the oblivion darkness technique, used in interrogation to make the target fear what they see and hear, almost like oblivion itself.

Subject: Re: Story time: Stories of power! Sun 28 Sep 2008, 4:50 pm

A large spark of pain ripped through him as a crimson scar began to rise up towards his right eyes, covering it over in a dark eerie light. He was still laying on the ground, partly unconscious as the scar began to burn with great pain on his eye, making him scream in pain, in a new, darker voice, covering his eyes with his palms. The man looked over to Saruno, beginning to wonder what he was doing; beginning to take the blade out of its sheath on his back, the silver of the blade was burning with a cerulean energy, aiming the tip of the blade towards Saruno.
It was too late to figure an attack from afar when Saruno was activating the Clan’s secret technique, which was turning the right or left eye into a weapon of the mind, turning a deep Grey. When Saruno stood up from the floor, his arms limp at this side, he looked to the man before him, his right eye just making even demons themselves cry in pain. The glare of Saruno just pierced through the man, the iris of the eye swirling around with lines to the iris, as I the eye was a weapon itself. The man began to feel limp with his arms and legs, the room around him just seemed to melt away he stepped back, dropping Kairi and the sword in his palm, stepping back once more, towards the flame he had created when he broke in, the man was in the deep state of the oblivion darkness technique, making him scream in fear as demons roamed around him, strapping his arms and legs in chains worst than hell. Only this was in his mind, everything was normal, just Saruno turning the man’s fears against him and turning hell to him through his mind, making him see, feel, hear, and even smell the fears, making it seem all too real.
Saruno took advantage of this moment, calling his siblings, who were already watching the scene, running out the door on an instant, going through their secret passage from their house to outside of the ring, which they made when they were younger. Kuroyami held Kairi in his arms, jumping from tree to tree, trying to outrun the flames of war behind them, leaving small footprints in the bark of the wood. Not too soon from their home, a large warrior stepped up in front of the, stopping them as they stepped on a branch on a tree near the edge of a stream, looking at them with the warrior’s crimson eyes. Saruno stepped up, still in pain from the technique he used earlier, he was going to risk himself for the safety of his family, and he told them to keep going while he held up the warrior. Kuroyami and the other fled the scene, the warrior looking at Saruno with a dark glare, telling him it was foolish for a boy to fight a warrior; which wasn’t all too foolish for Saruno, he was ready, even if it cost him his life.
The warrior moved up in his attack stance, moving towards Saruno with a dark glow of energy surrounding him. Saruno quickly moved his palm to the air, a blinding white light, beginning to tear through the trees, he was performing a dark move, which was only used when in extreme danger and only used by an older part of the royal family. Blasts of lightning surrounded the area, blasting through the ground, heading itself form the sky, energy was bursting from the heavens, smashing through trees, the leaves and grass around were burned, it was an ultimate attack, for the ultimate destruction. The lightning pierced through the guards armor, blood began to splatter onto the bark of the tree he was standing on, burning the blood as it passed by, this was the worst of fate, a small spark of the lightning began to charge, beginning to surge forwards, then sideways. Saruno didn’t expect the attack to go this far. Soon after, a large explosion ripped through the trees, burning through the grass, causing a large pillar of energy flowing up through the heavens, breaking through some clouds overhead, sending Saruno through hundreds of trees, heading in the direction of the running siblings.
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Note: This is only part of the Prologue, I'm still working on it, so I'll be posting it here for a bit until i can complete the actual beginning. Remember, this is part of my book, so this should be easy enough to read.

Subject: Re: Story time: Stories of power! Sun 28 Sep 2008, 8:49 pm

.....a little?

Subject: Re: Story time: Stories of power! Sun 28 Sep 2008, 8:58 pm

It's not exactly done, even though i'm not done with the prolouge.

Subject: Re: Story time: Stories of power! Sun 28 Sep 2008, 8:59 pm

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