Hello again friends, it me again.
Yeah it's been a long time hasn't, been gone for awhile. To tell you where have I been, well this is what happen. I been so frustrated with my writing because my friend keeps mentioning about my grammar, saying it suck and need work, of course he didn't advice or tell me what I need to improve on with it, so I decided to take matter into my own hands.
So far so good on how my writing progress went but I did manage, and learn a few things. So my first adjective to finish this story and continue on writing to improve.
To all those who still watch and wait for updates of Warrior Inside, I must thank you so much for not giving up on me.
Oh and one more thing before we start with the story (that's been re-re-rewrite). If there's still mistake or mis-spoken sentence please PM so I can learn from my mistakes.
If there's some haters out there then please give a why you hat'in on my writing. Well that's it.
Now on with the story
In the late afternoon, the Skies were a deep orange as it contrasts with the violet clouds. The wind blew lightly as it moves in harmony with the drifting clouds, the sun soon following its path as it set for the night. The fire kingdom glowed brightly as if refusing to rest as the sun disappears in the skies.
Close to becoming nighttime, the volcanoes erupt vigorously and viciously, not giving up their defiant nature. Lava pours and flows from the erupting mountains as it hiss its way down through the molten lands. Hard char magma laying over the caverns, dripping and melting anything that can't stand the intense heat from the burning liquid.
On the border of the fire kingdom, between Aaa and the fiery lands. A shadowy figure grisly floats at the entrance of the fire lands. It stops slowly at the passage, one foot from the radiating hot rocks that was close to the entry, a second later it burst into magma, making a small pool as the other rock sink in the depths. The figure eyed the ground then the area, viewing the fire kingdom and all its blazing glory.
"Ay Dios Mio, so much fire. Looks like I might need to use a powerful flame resist spell if going through this mall of incendio. Then I could start my plan for my revenge." It chuckled, its mind thinking of the future chaos and destruction that will soon come. So close, so very close. It bright orange teeth sheen as it smile maliciously.
Soon, so very soon.
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Deep in the fire palace, through the thick walls of lava and the halls of fire, in the throne room next to the king's and queen's royal chairs lies a lamp.
Inside this lamp lies a prince.
Resting in his glass prison was the prince of fire, Flame Prince. For five long years he was imprison for something he didn't understand.
He was powerful.
He was unstable
He was limitless.
These were the answers given to him as a child. They lock him away because of those three main reasons. There was never a day where the prince would wish himself freedom, freedom to walk again, freedom to explore and freedom kill those who took away his five years, five years he would never get back. Now in those total set of years the prince was getting more and more miserable, each day his hatred grew stronger, each mouth his power increase, and each year his knowledge expand in his culture, well he was trapped the lamp he had nothing better to do in read, meditate or just simply stare around at the throne room, he definitely didn't choose that choice.
Well tonight the prince was sitting in the middle of the lamp, arms cross and staring angrily at the two guards who were suppose to be doing their job, but instead they're bumming around like they got nothing better to do. The first guard was lounging around, messing with ruby flame sword while whistling his life away. The second guard was sleepy, loudly on the molten hot floors of the palace, his armor lay loosely all over his bulky body, it make a clinking sound as his chest moves with his obnoxious snoring. The prince couldn't stand these two dumb lava-head as they slack off on the stairs next to his parent's thrones, the mere sight of them boil his agitation mind to no end.
As long hours went by the prince's mind sub-consciously wonder to subject that would interest his mind for the night. His mind went to thinking about his mother, he hasn't seen her in a while, and she might be sick again which is probably the reason why she didn't visit. He remember how his mother always talk about how beautiful she is and luscious, always complaining about how all her servant are lazy, good-for-nothing being that don't deserve her time. He groaned when all the times he had to sit there and 'Listen' to her stories, on and on, ranting about everything. Never ending verbal torture.
Then his mind curiously went the mysterious person who told his parent to send him in the lamp. He clenches his teeth irritation, his hands clasp his arms as they were still cross. Who this "Unknown" person. He heard many rumor from the servants that far out in the fire kingdom, in the non-fire areas lies a kingdom made of sweets and sugar. Of course the he finds this hard to believe because if the ridiculous info. He also heard he was prince like him, minus the imprisonment. He's a candy prince.
Which mean he's made of candy.
Freaky gummy sweet candy.
He couldn't the details of this "Gummy Prince". What did he do to make his parent to abide to his demand to cage in their own son? That something the Flame Prince would love to find out.
Then his mind wonders to his father. His eyes lower a bit in deep depression.
His father…
No, he couldn't think about him, even if he wants to he could ever think about him. It was too painful. He was lost and deep in his mind he that almost didn't heard the conversation the guard having.
"Hey, Caldo, did you heard? The Fire Queen is sick again."
"What? Foga, again? Are you serious, why don't the old hag just burnt out all ready?"
The prince gave full attention, hearing something about his mother, he edge closer to the lamp glass to listen more clearly.
The guard known as Foga just shrugged at his friend's question " Don't know Cal, all I know is what the servants told me, they say it getting worse. I sure hope it's serious like last time, we almost her majesty." The guard named Caldo only nodded in agreement.
"So what's gonna happen if she does…you know, burn out? What's gonna happen to her s-…"
"You dumb hot heads! How dare you ask such stupid and low questions "if she burn out?" the prince mocked in glass, anger in his eyes "what kind of question is that for royal guard to ask? Show some respect for your Queen you poor excuse for knights!" The two guards cowered a bit at the prince's outburst. The prince puff out heavily and roughly, his patience with these two pathetic guards is weary thin. Something better happens soon or so help him…
"Y-y-your Highness, we are m-most deeply sorry for faith of our queen." The guard Foga lowers his head and bow and poorly apologizing to the prince, his friend Caldo quickly follow after "yes your grace, we highly sorry." Both guards pleaded pathetically in front of the Flame Prince.
"Hmph, that's more like it." The prince smile in satisfaction, happy that he still holds power over the lazy knights, even if he's could do nothing to them because of his predicament.
While the prince was smirking to himself Caldo secretly lean his head close to Foga as keeping a straight face while he whispers lowly "Yo Foga, let leaves this for the night, I can't stand being near the prince when he's like this." Foga quickly agrees "yes, let us depart, he scares me more than my wife."
"Don't Bolitura hear you say that, she might take the challenge." Foga only lightly chuckles at his friends jokes "yes, yes , she would" after that the two hurriedly rush out the throne, leaving the prince all alone in the room, in his lamp. The Prince mood quickly change when he felt a familiar emotion creeping up his chest.
Isolation and Loneliness.
He really hates this. He truly detests his fate, it like he was destine to be alone and miserable, being trapped in here like prize or trophy. It's indeed shameful. If only there's some way to get out.
He'll think of an escape plan later on, for now he's calling it a night. He rest his back against the hot glass, cross his arms while stretching his legs and tries to make himself comfortable, with little space he had it was very difficult. He waited for the sleepiness to take over his body but a hour had pass and he still didn't feel tired, so instead he kept his eyes close and just relax.
In the lone halls where heat radiates intensively the dark figure flew around the fire palace, since he's protect by flame shield spell he flew freely going through wall through wall with no thought of danger concerning the killing heat. He look through each room trying to find the one 'Person' that going to help him with his plan.
When he didn't find anything on the top section he decided to start on the lower section of the castle. He phase through the floors and at the same time came out of the ceiling of the main area of the fire palace, he wonder aimlessly through all the rooms, looking through each room, making sure not to miss anything. still he didn't find person, he was started to think maybe this was maybe the wrong place or wrong fire kingdom, but how many fire kingdom are there in Aaa. He knows there's only one, minus the lava realm there aren't that many fire areas.
He still search until he enter a room that had many stairs, old ancient design, they show pictures of dragons, griffins, and other magical fire beast, there was also red and gold like pillars around the stairs, it give you the feel like it lead towards the high class chair that are at the end of the room. The dark looks around and admired the beauty of the room, this was the place he was suppose to find "this must be the royal's room…hmm I don't see no lamp with a chico in it." he hovers over to the stairs, floats up and rest on the throne of the kings'.
"Hmm, now where should I look next, I search everywhere for this muchacho, and I still can't find him." He sink lower into the chair "oh chico, where could this boy be?" the dark figure just sit there thinking deep to himself, trying to remember the information he got from the black market. Saying there prince with the power to help in need, but here he is and no prince.
"Maybe Mustafio is not looking hard enough we-."
"Hey you! What are you doing on my father's throne,, get your stupid ragged butt off his chair! Now!" the sudden voice sound muffle but still holds its intimidation.
Looking around to see who had yell at him, his eye landed on a lamp next to the throne of the royals with shock. There was a boy who looks like he was in his late teen, maybe 15 or 16, he couldn't guess he live too long to care. The boy eyes shot daggers at him, there was a huge scowls on his face. The dark figure name Mustafio only blinks.
Wait…a lamp…with a boy in it…that's him.
The Flame Prince had just woken up and sees some "Guy" resting on his father throne, even if he wasn't really asleep but that's not the point. The point was who the hell was this "stranger" and how dare he just sit on his father throne, like it was some common chair, not too long ago some servant came by royal room, obviously tired, so he sat dumb self on his father throne which really piss him off, he quickly let his thoughts out on the poor servant, the audacity of these people these days.
The prince looks back at the mystery stranger but only to discover he was gone. He searches over the throne room trying to find any sight of him, or it, but he found nothing.
"Hmm that strange, he was just there, maybe I was hallucinating…Agh! Great now I'm losing it, I gotta get out of this lamp!" Flame Prince bang his head against the glass, making his head sting.
"Careful chico, wouldn't want you to injure yourself before you get out, no." Mustafio appear right in front of the prince with full face and teeth shining, where he hit his head.
For the first time in Flame Prince life, he yell in shock, and fall on his bottom, the back of his head hit the glass behind him, grunting on the puling bump on his head he rubbed the spot to smooth the pain, he thought there's going to be hell to pay, but first some verbal assaulting.
"Stupid ghost appearing in my face, making scream like weak fire worm…wait Ghost?" Now thinking about it Flame Prince now just realizes how did he just appear and disappear like nothing was there, it would make sense of how he's here. There was a ghost facing him. He looks up and see the ghost is still there, floating, smiling wickedly with its teeth glaring at him.
The hell.
The prince was just staring hard at the ghost, never breaking eye contact "it's just floating there, smiling at me. That's just creepy." He kept his glare dead on but was losing he will to continue when he saw the ghost smile widens. "What do I say to it "Hi"? No, the Flame Prince does not say Hi to people who sit on my parent's chair, …then what do I say?" he thought many ways to start a conversation to see what's the ghost motive to be here in his palace, but nothing came so he just settle on how he normally greet people.
"What do you want, Ghost!" He said rudely.
"Ah, so the little fire chicken finally decided to speak." It teases.
The Prince scoff Shockley "I fear nothing, I'm the Flame Prince, people fear "Me". You don't scare me Ghost, not even if you're smile is dead right creepy, and you're just floating there like some evil haunted fire wisp, hmph." He tries to make himself look intimidating to scare the ghostly ghost, even if that phrase sound silly.
The ghost smile lessens but still kept its eerie glow "aww chico, do I really look like wisp? I'm much more handsome then that Fueguito." the prince angrily stares at the ghost, it's ragged hood floats loosely over the ghost's body lifelessly, it teeth were a deep blue color, odd since it glow so ominously. Its eyes shine brightly orange as small swirls of energy flow through them. He irritably was thinking why was it here?
"Again I'll ask. What do you want?" Flame Prince said more seriously this time.
"Ahh, now that's the right question I was waiting to hear…well muchacho you are highly popular in the wizards black market. I heard rumors of your power and of course about you. And they interest me, so gather some information of what are your abilities, I like that outcome, and it's what I needed to start my sinister plans."
Flame Prince was listening to the ghost carefully, he wasn't going to lie but he was shock on how the ghost was confident to his power, even if they were rumors. But there's was one problem "And how am I suppose to help you if I'm trap in this lamp Ghost?"
"That's the deal, Fueguito. Your freedom for one request from me…will you accept?"
The Prince stopped for a moment. He thought of his situation, this great opportunity. This couldn't be happening, a chance to finally be free, to be left out. This was his miracle, this was his luck, he could finally take revenge and fine those to cage him for five years like he was a low down animal. He look back at the ghost shook his head "I accept your bargain Ghost."
"Good choice Fueguito." Mustafio laugh lightly, the prince accepts his deal and his plan can ultimately begin, he thought well this adventure went, everything went according to plan. The first steps of his ambitions can at least start.
"So, when you're going to start?" The Prince asked impatiently.
"Now." The ghost said lowly. He fades through the glass and touches the prince. The prince shivers at how cool the ghost feels against his hot skin. He pushes him and himself out of the glass lamp. Flame Prince went right through the lamp and fell on his bottom on the floor. The Prince hiss in pain from the contact on the hot ground while trying to get up.
Wait a minute, hot ground?
The prince quickly sits up, he looks at the ground, he moves his hand to feel around the heated earth, It was sizzling against his hand. He smiles at the strange but familiar feel of the earth.
"It been so long since the last time I been able to touch the ground, so long since I last stand nor walk, it's great to able to feel this again." he smile heartily, it been a long time since last smile like this.
"Heh heh, it's been centuries since I last stand Fueguito." the ghost chuckles humorously. Flame Prince happily stands and observes the room, it felt so different but familiar to be in room again (without being jailed). He breaths in, hungrily taking in the heated air through his nostrils, it tastes fresh not like the same dull air he grew accustom too.
"Well, well, chico. I am happy you're enjoying your freedom but let's not forget our deal, no?" the prince nodded and turns to the Ghost.
Mustafio was surprise when he felt two strong arms wrapped around him, crushing his poor fragile body. The prince was hugging the ghost with gratitude and happiness he never felt before. He was finally out, all because of the small creepy ghost.
Mustafio and astonish and bewilder, hearing the Prince shouting out 'Thank yous' and 'Finally free' he couldn't hear the rest since his body being crush, it also didn't help his flame shield was dying out real soon too.
Using his ghostly abilities Mustafio made himself intangible and fades out of Flame Prince's choke hold he call a hug and float over him. The slowly realize the ghost wasn't in his grasp anymore and looks around to where he disappear too.
"Up here Fuego." The Prince up at the sound of the ghost's voice "sorry about that hug, I don't normally do them but…you know, I was in the moment." He flush in embarrassment.
"It's okay chico, I don't mean to be hasty but as you can see my shield is dying, I need you do stuff."
The prince look at the ghost, indeed he's saw its shield glowing blue but it only flickers randomly, meaning its time limit is going to off.
"Okay tell me what you want, say it quickly your shield is dying out." Flame Prince warns.
Mustafio waste no time at his request "I want you to turn me into a Flambit, a fuego gaito. Is that possible for you to do? He asks hopefully.
The Prince nodded.
"Then hurry and do it before I turn into ghost empanadas."
The prince made a Hmph sound and place his right hand in front of the ghost's face "I warn you, the effects are permanent. You sure about this, ghost?"
"As sure as I'll ever be, fuego."
Flame Prince nodded one last time before saying "Then so shall it be."
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Well that's it. please tell me what think of this re-re-rewritten chapter lol.
Oh also ignore the how different the other chapters are written, I'm fixing them as quick and fast as possible so there's no confusion. :3
well until the new-chapter two
