Darkle Chaos:
Prologue
Written by Nezix
Disclaimer: This purely a fan-based fic. I do not own Dark Cloud, Nor do I own any of the characters, aside from the occasional OC.
The Ancients: Beings who some believe had existed shortly after the beginning of time. They were thought to be a race far more advanced than ourselves in terms of technology and were considered masters of all forms of magic. One day, they seemed to all but vanish, leaving only remnants of their great legacy behind. From ancient premonitions of destruction and death to wondrous machines of creation and life, the Ancients indeed left many a marvel in their wake.
The most famous remnants of the Ancients by far are the legendary Atlamillia: Mystical stones with powers capable of warping space and time. The stones themselves have the peculiar ability to choose who their own masters are based upon the mind set of that individual. The Red Earth Atlamillia, with the power to travel to the future, chooses one whose mind is filled with curiosity and wonder, and whose heart has is kind and knows no vanity. The Blue Moon Atlamillia, with the power to travel to the past, chooses one whose heart is brave and righteous, and with a fiery spirit for justice. The Yellow Sun Atlamillia, which grants its master the ability to send their influence across time and sustain its holders life, chooses one whose heart has felt loss and seeks ultimate retribution, and know no good nor evil.
Over the eons many wars haven been fought in pursuit of the ancient stones, yet in those bloody battles two questions were never answered. How did the Atlamillia come to be created? And more importantly, why were they created?
There is a rumor that a temple of the Ancients yet remains fully intact, The First Temple, legendary birthplace of the Atlamillia themselves. It is for this reason that I have dedicated so much of my lives work to finding this temple and I am proud to say that my efforts have not been in vain. After years of chasing rumors and following myths, I, along with my young son, have discovered the entrance to the lost temple. I'm surprised to say that the entrance was located within Palm Brinks, even more so that it was within the Zelmite mi-
"Daddy…"
Gerald Zelmite stopped his hand as he glanced down to meet the shining, ocean-blue eyes of his three-year-old son Maximilian Zelmite. Max's short, glistening blonde hair was kept parted from his forehead, barely touching at the top of his ears if it were not so neatly kempt. The features of his son's face included a small, pointed nose that resembled his own in his youth, the receding brow of Max's forehead a perfect match to his own. Yet Max's face also contained much gentler features, a pointed chin and thin cheek bones, and a kindly smile that filled even the coldest of hearts with warmth, features inherited from his mother.
Gerald calmly closed the thick covered journal which he was only a moment ago so intently writing into before setting it down on his lap. He spoke in a firm but quiet tone, "What is it Maximilian?"
Young Max tiredly gazed upon the towering figure that was his father. His dad was in peak physical condition from years of working the mines, even if he wore a new outfit every time. His father's grey eyes looking as if they were filled with a single black expression, causing Max lose his voice but only for a moment before he spoke. "Can we please go home daddy?" he brought up his miniscule hands to his eyes, softly rubbing them before letting out a long, exhausted yawn, "I'm so tired…"
Gerald habitually reached into his right pocket where he drew out a stunning gold pocket watch bearing his family's crest. He pressed the small button which lay beside the chain of the watch, causing its panel to open and revealing the time to be nearly half an hour past midnight.
No wonder Max is so restless…..
Glancing at the thick, rune-covered obsidian door to the temple one final time, Gerald let out a heavy sigh before stubbornly nodding his head. Elena is going to kill me for keeping him out so long…
"Fine, fine, just give me a minute to-"click…click…click
Gerald glanced at the watch in his hand, thinking it to be the source of the clicks until a distinct hissing sound soon joined it. Hsssssssssssssss
Gerald's eyes widened as he shifted his head from side to side searching for the source of the noise while his free hand hovered over his wildcat machine gun. HSSSSSS
Gerald's eyes fell upon a large crack in the ground just a few feet from the temple doorway. A steady stream of milky white smoke began to rise through the crack, followed by a series of clangs resembling the sound of metal against bedrock. Placing his watch back within his pocket Gerald continued eyeing the crack until-
BOOOM!
A jumbled cloud of dust and smoke filled the narrow passage way, enveloping both Gerald and Max, whom was being held tightly and safely into his father's chest thanks to quick reflexes.
Cough Cough "Max! K-Keep your eye's closed!" Gerald's eyes stung as he attempted to see through the cloud of debris, he turned his head to face the source of the explosion, only for his face to be drained of all color. The entrance to the First Temple now had a gapping crater standing before it. Had they been any closer, both Gerald and Max wouldn't have the limbs to walk out. He looked down upon his son's quivering head; reliefs swelling up within him that Max was unscathed save for a miniscule scratch on his hand. His relief was quickly replaced by fear as the same hissing noise was now louder than ever. A heavy stone hand emerged from the crater; followed by another, attached to those hands lumbered a headless stone body. Upon further inspection, one would be able to see the identical symbol of the temple door engraved into the center of the strange body. But Gerald's eyes were focused on the billowing narrow white stream of gas escaping the hole where a head should have been. The gas was the same which caused many a cave in and death in the mine, for the sole fact that it had no scent but was highly explosive.
Gerald's first thought: Save Max.
With speed and adrenaline that would've made a cheetah seem slow in comparison, Gerald lifted Max off the ground and speed down the passage way towards the main mine. The large stone body seemed to hover over the ground as it pursued Gerald and Max, quickly catching up to them. As they neared the exit Gerald quickly drew his gun a fired a single stream of bullets into the gas, leaping outside and quickly ducking behind a large stalagmite as the fiery explosion erupted from the passage and caused nearly all of Palm Brinks to shake. He looked up to see the passage way completely buried in rock along with the mysterious creature that almost claimed his and Max's life. He looked down to see Max feinted from the sheer excitement of his near-death experience. He smiled in a bittersweet manner, happy that both he and his son were alive but greatly disappointed that the temple was perhaps forever lost to him. With a hefty sigh Gerald hoisted Max onto his back and headed home, ignoring the demands of the other miners as to what just happened. His mind was much more worried about what Elena would do to him…
Meanwhile…..
The hulking stone guardian emerged from the rubble, facing the temple which was its sol duty to protect. After millennia of lying in sleep, the guardian found it almost exciting that it was able to fend off the pesky humans. Looking over to the door it picked up the journal which Gerald had left behind in its massive obsidian hand. Without much forethought it placed its body against the temple doorway, reabsorbing itself and the journal into it.
Well how was it? Not bad for my first attempt I would think. Please leave any reviews you have and tell me if I should just stop right now or continue on with the story. Also answer the pole I have set up, because if you want me to continue this story I kind of need some votes. (A/N This event took place only weeks before Griffon began laying waste to the world and before Max's mom returned to the future.)