Book Ch.1
As the redheaded warrior made his way to the temple he could already feel the pull on his aura, it was a feel that he knew would never go away, his plan was to split his aura and bring twelve figurines to life. They would be the start of a new race, a new age, for the golden age could not last forever.
He sat down in the throne that stood in the centre of the chamber facing the statues, when he was seated his aura bloomed to life. The odour of cooked pork filled the air, he took a last breath to concentrate and let his aura extend in twelve tentacles to engulf the statues one for one.
The first to came to life was a male, aura already blooming, a slightly darker version of his own.
Then his aura formed into an armour not yet seen to this world, a combination of black and red is was shaped to only protect his body with a front plate, a back plate and strips to connect the two, his legs were protected by plating too, his hands were protected with gauntlets and as finishing touch he wore a helmet with a plume. (A.N. check picture on profile, hope I can find one)
He took a sprint toward the hallway where a troupe of royal splicers was forming formation to charge into the room, send on a mission to counteract his own, to stop him from creating this new race, by now the statues came to life one by one, all of them so different, from hair colour to posture, from muscle to beauty. But in his eyes they were all beautiful all perfect for he was their creator, he was their father. He cried as he thought about the first born, now fighting a battle against a breed of half animals bred to battle, to guard the empire. He singlehandedly made up a wall of defence to defend his creator, around him disintegrating bodies of the spices, it helped cleaning up a lot he thought absently, and he shifted his concentration to the awakening of the remaining six statues, crying as his first creation, his first born was about to sacrifice himself to safe his family, yes without seemingly remorse he stood there as a rock in the sea of monsters sending wave after wave upon him, waiting for him to wash away so their destructive force could end a race, and their father.
He felt his aura wavering, his reserves depleted now starting to feed on his life force, seemingly endless as it carried him through the millennia before and would the millennia after, all those years sacrificed to start a new race, the race of the buried ones, the race of stone, the humani.
They were now all alive, all twelve of them had been brought to the plain of the living, he started naming them in his head as he recovered from the aura drain, the last two were Adam and Eve, then came Gilgamesh and Tsalagaglalal, then there was a girl called Zoë his firstborn girl now came his firstborn boy, which was harder, as he was wondering he missed the smell of ozone, the smell of a skylord.
Then it came, six lightning bolts flashing through the sky to the ground, the unnamed were all hit as they stood further away and shattered on impact, Prometheus roared in rage, his recently recharged aura burning around his body, shortly followed by his first and second born, his own blood red joined with the reddish black and the blueish red of his children. Before them Ouranos flickered into existence an angry look shaped his face and turned his usually kind face into an ugly mask of himself, he shouted at Prometheus "What have you done Nephew! You have doomed our race!"
"On the contrary", Prometheus said, "my race will be powerful enough to wipe all the current inhabitants of this planet, they are the better version of us, they are what we once were.
Pure, not yet filled with ideals and empty promises, not yet corrupted by wealth and power. And that will stay, for millennia in the future they will prosper, for millennia in the future will they progress in science and magic so complicated our scientist cannot even dream on it, huge vessels made to cross the space, not with slave powered teleportation but with engines so powerful that our native planet could be knocked out of the orbit of our star. They will advance in weaponry so powerful that they can destroy all the inhabitants of this planet with a contraption smaller than the chamber we are standing in right now, if you are wise you lead your people to one of the other planets and when the time is ripe you can call upon the might of the human race to help the gods progress through time. Otherwise if you would decline my offer there is only one time strand of oh so many where the godly race still survives on earth, don't make the mistake to underestimate my people skylord… because they will strike, and they will strike hard."
Ouranos roared in anger and blasted the firstborn into a pillar, the pillar instantly collapsing taking the roof it supported with it. Prometheus cried out as he saw his son be buried under the rubble and then with amazing reflexes he rolled over, dodging the lightning bolt Ouranos sent to him. He flashed his last five children away to his shadow plain, then he felt enchanted bedrock appear on his wrist, his magic instantly bound, and his body captured unable to flash away. He consented, maybe if he went with Ouranos willingly he could minimalize his punishment to jail instead of the volcano.
I felt them flesh away, their aura leaving nothing but traces behind, and yet I could do nothing. Trapped in stone again, after millennia I was free only to be trapped again, but this time was different I could break free now, it was only some rubble I only had to charge some aura into a blast. Be creative was the first lesson I relearned my memory from before I was captured were fuzzy at most and non-existent at worst. I didn't know a name, nor any parents. Only a war, battles of huge proportions, whole countries levelled by a single explosion that left a huge mushroom cloud and a shockwave behind. Once I fought on these battlefields, a front liner who was not of any importance. Then the bomb hit, everyone dead, except for me. I became better, stronger, faster and nigh-invincible. My wounds healed at an amazing rate, then only a few seconds later there was a flash. Then a face. Then darkness. Then nothing, for millennia only able to use minimal brain activity, to feel but not see, to sense aura's but not interact with them, to hear voices but not to respond.
But now I was free, free of confinement, I felt in me, back to the explosion. I charged my aura and let it blast. A huge explosion took place the whole temple blasted apart I self was unharmed and stood in the centre of a huge circle of destruction but I was free again. Free from the roof and the pillar, free to begin the quest to save the one who awakened him.
Well guys, that's my first chapter of this story. I had this idea and had to write it on paper. I have it somewhat planned inside my head but I don't know when I get to write it.
Other than my first story I want to have at least 1k words per chapter so it might take a week or so. (I write this in my lessons)
So Petica signing off
Ps. Please help me get better, I know it is not the best of stories but I like to improve
