Hi again! Yep, it's me, Litz. I know I haven't been on for ages, but, well, you know that feeling you get when you just lose inspiration? You all should know, you're writers too.
Well, I run a Gladiator Beast deck, and I found myself looking at them and thinking 'There's a story behind this. Test Ape and Test Tiger have gotta be prototypes, but for what? And their awesome armour and mix of futuristic and vintage weaponry speaks of something else behind them.
This is my story of the Gladiator Beasts, how they were created, and how they became to be free.
From the eyes of... Well, you'll just have to see for yourself.
Origins
Prologue: Awareness
He knows nothing.
He is nothing.
…
He is…
Alive?
He is small and weak. His tail lashes thinly against thick slippery… Stuff?
He is aware of a wetness on his… Scales? And a pressure on his… Head? All is black. But he has no eyes, so why should it not be?
Time passes. He struggles more, but he is still weak.
Then, suddenly, light. Light! He has grown eyes. He can see!
Nothing to see but murky green that stings his new eyes, so he returns to black.
Time passes. He still cannot escape… No thoughts. Just instinct. He must get out! But the feeling passes as he breathes the murk.
He will never escape.
More time. Who knows how long? But time.
What is time?
A feeling of newness washes over him.
What is new?
What are these feelings?
He stretches and finds he can move.
He explores himself in the green murk, touching his chest, skin, soft, then his back, scale, hard.
Touch his nose.
Touch his feet – ow! His feet are sharp. He will not touch again.
He has learnt.
Time passes.
More light, brighter light, drains through green murk. What is this? Wetness is going away. He stops floating, stands on… Flat, slippery. He falls against the wall of his prison.
The wall opens. He falls through.
Light fills the world.
Too bright! Eyes shut, still too bright.
He wants to go back in the wet.
Go black! His body says. Return to the black! I will help. Heal.
What is heal?
What are the shapes in the light?
Black.
In order to keep writing this, I'm going to need a lot of pushes and I ask you to review when you've read any part of this story? I'd love feedback, motivation, anything else. I'll even welcome flames, if they're hot enough to heat my bathwater.
Until next time -
Pugnandum est dum vivimus!