A.N. hello every body this is gold here, this is my first proper fanfic ignore the other one you might see in the publish stuff it didn't happen. Anyway this will involve a self insert, & OC x OC but no super mushy stuff, so if you like it fav review & follow this path of echo's. The language may be less than appropriate for kids.
I do not own anything but what I have. (oc's)
Whispers chapter 1
Today was like any other day Tuesday afternoon, but for a 15 year old boy this was his most daring escapade, he would finally defeat his most draining foe, this creature of old dust & parchment, it's stench capable of making trees run in fear. IT! IS! "why did it have to be maths homework." was the young lads dull reply to his algebraic assignment, "today is not my day.", he had sadly been unable to complete his work during his time, at his enforced learning centre, however he dutifully took it home….the next day thus leading him to do it in his current time. Constant distractions can to that.
Another reason that this day was less than pleasant for his liking was dew to the constant fumbling of books that lead to an annoying retrieval from the ground, & today was quite a boiler, but he left his drink bottle at home, despite it being winter, & he had to deal with an assortment of morons, Bogans, & idiots, along with the fact that he had to restrain his responses to a pathetic, & infuriating amalgamation of skin.
However once he returned home his mother greeted him with a pleasant, & kindly "hello Finn, how was school" his reply "was always going to be a constant "school, was school". Simple and to the point. He liked it that way.
During his time sorting out the calculations of the perfect square rule (I hate it so much), he pulled his fingers through the giant ball of hair that roots itself in his head, his mother came & voiced "um me & the girls are going to the shops so….just to let you know." his intendant & kindly reply was "right. Pleas don't take an age like last time mummzy." he always called her that. Finn loved his family.
Sometime after the departure of his other family members & the completion of his brain tingling questions, he heard an extremely odd sound for this time of year, the formation of ice or something of the crystalline variety, plus his nose noticed a forest like smell, not uncommon in the Bush or Outback. This mad him curious.
He went to the back door. & found a formation of crystals arranged in a circle. A perfect circle. He came to a conclusion that this was man made, or that something put it hear. He would have expected his dog to come bumbling out to shower him in the affection, the barrel on legs provides. "something off." was his out-said thought. The air got cold. Very cold.
He went to check on the family pet, & found him laying on his resting place, but completely grey, compared to his normal beige coat. But breathing. Then the world around him lost its colour, as if being drained away by a straw. Via this observation he found the colours going to his feet. But he himself was still in his, normal near white skin. The grey felt wrong.
He found that a few things had still retained their colour, his star charted cap being one, black but with spots of light & lines to connect them. His computer case & the device it was made to hold within were black with a chrome sheen. He placed the hat on his hair for it could not reach his scalp. Then he packed his computer into its holder & slung it over his shoulder, & proceeded to venture the home gone grey.
The room he rested in was almost dulled out. But found that his pocket knife was coloured, & so was a whistle-compass, the orange hue peeling the colourlessness back to revival it & the multi tool.
His great coat seemed like a good option, for the air was growing colder then the north pole, along with the set of fingerless gloves he owned. The red pocket knife, & the orange whistle compass were placed in the oversized coat pocket. It drooped a little of his shoulders. He also got a hand of his blue tinted, wide paned sunnys, that had recently been retrieved from a holiday from Christmas island.
He left the room, & went strait to the kitchen & found a piece of old, worn parchment, with an unrecognisable kind of dialect, with runes that were a mash of ancient Egyptian & Japanese, with a hint of, possibly, Indonesian. Then the strangest thing happened. The runes blurred, for but a moment, before shifting into the English dialect, the Australian version of it as well. It was perturbing to the young boy, that a simple piece of parchment, that had come from what could be determined as nothing at the time, with writing in a completely alien dialect, then translated into his primary language. But that's not what was the most eerie thing about it. It's what was written on it that made him scared.
Dear Finn
If you are reading this then your time on earth is up. & No your are not dead. If the world around you has gone grey then cannot be there any longer then you need to. When you exit the gate you will have allies waiting for you. They will help you.
From a friend
"Why" was Finns response. Why must he leave everything behind, loved ones, a home,….family. Then several reasons where shunted into the forefront of his mind his future job was incredibly bleak, unless he wanted to be a cabinet maker, one of the others was to escape a very grim desolate world, the last but most prominent point was to keep his family safe.
He made the choice when he walked up to the 'gate' of purple crystals. & found that the centre of the circle was now jet black, & seemed to produce an odd echo, like the sound you'd hear from a cartoon when the protagonist went into a deep empty cave. He took the first few steps into the inky darkness of the cylinder, when he made contact with the odd subsistence, it made his feel as though limbs had been put in a deep freeze, he expected it to feel like he was wading though mud or water, so it came as a bit of an interesting shock when he felt & nothing more then cold.
When he was directly placed in the centre, something he should have expected yet did not happened. He fell. Straight down. Into the inky blackness, falling at what he could tell was, 100's of kilometres a second, then at times he felt as though he was completely still. Unmoving in the void of this place. Seconds seemed to take forever to pass, yet eternity past faster then an instant. He was afraid. But he still kept going forward or was it downward, he couldn't tell. Then in a fraction of an instant, or was it an eternity, he saw a bright blinding light.
He opened his eyes to find the blue sky above him, the sun still burning 1000's of kilometres to keep this planet alive & growing. The grass was enough proof that it was not a desert world he had been pulled to.
His first reaction to this all was to say in a very idiotic sounding voice, "OW MY FACE".
What he heard aside from the bird song, & wind, was intriguing him. It was clearly female, & around 14 by its tone "you landed on you back, so how would your face hurt" he brought himself to the voices direction & found a dark purple dragoness sitting in front of him. One he recognised. 6 silver horns pointed back, red-pink underbelly & wing membrane, a tail blade in the shape of a scythe, the emerald eyes. It was indeed her.
"Hello" was Finn's neutral voiced response to seeing a character like her in front of him.
"hello….um are you by chance Finn"
"that i am of said name"
"um what"
"yes I'm Finn. & your Cynder am I correct?"
That was not something she expected to hear, & as a result of it she let out a barely restrained growl & demanded, while positioning herself to ponce & maul him if the creature sitting in front of her tried anything, or gave her anything less then satisfactory "how do you know my name"
His reply was strangely quick & calm "the internet" while sounding like a robot with a grinder in the voice box, & pulling a very ridiculous face. This made her blink in confusion for why he would act this way, especially with her potentially about to kill him.
He responded first "your wondering why I did that, especially with the dumb founded look on your face, aren't you?"
she replied with significantly less malice toward the creature in front of her "I'm more interested in how you know my name & what is the internet?"
"well….the internet is, like a giant library, that is...um...ethereal, & whatever gets put in it will be stuck there for every one to find. & someone put stuff about you on the internet, & people saw it.
But it wasn't my primary source of info."
"then what was this primary source & how much do you know about me"
"enough"
Her anger was flaring "how much do you know?" her question seemed more like a demand, with the curt tone of voice she used.
"I don't think you'll like what I'm going to say"
"answer the question"
"I think you should bring the other's to get in on the info I'm gonna talk about."
"how do you…. um I mean what others"
"oh you know the guardians, the one behind you, Sparks."
"what one behind me"
She turned around to find the one that freed her from the mental prison & servitude of the dark master. Spyro with a neutral look. This surprised her for she didn't even tell that he came up to the conversation that was proceeding. "how long were you there?" was her response to seeing an old & loyal friend right behind her, "long enough to know what we need to do." was his reply to her inquiry "& that's to get him to the temple." this piked Finn's interest "why do I need to be there aside from explaining what I am, why I'm here, & what I'm gonna do?" "we'll explain when we get there so hold on those kinds of questions, ok."
After some discussion of where to go & how long it would take to reach the grate temple the set off, west on a three day trip.
In the autumn wind Finn thought he heard something, no louder than a whisper. But he normally misheard thing so he dismissed it as his mind playing tricks on him. But if he were to of listened closer the whispers said something.
you are home now,
do not fret.
you are free now,
no more debt.
Save your soul now,
to rid the threat.
Save your soul now,
but do not forget.
what do you think if like fav or follow, tell me how to improve, & suggest some ideas for some of the slice of life stuff I plan to implement.
But for now enjoy
& ill see you in the next dimension bye.