Hi! this is my first story, like really first story iv'e written outside of school. The only reason I even have this written is because my friend PretendPlay constantly helped and encouraged me, you guys should go check her stories out! This is, of course, the prologue, its split into six different parts, and the actual story is written a bit differently. So yeah, first story, prologue, I hope you enjoy it!
Part 1
Evil... Pure evil... It was nothing more, nothing less... More evil than the Lord of Evil himself. This thing, this unholy, horrible being, has only one purpose. The reason it was created. This purpose was spoken into its very being as it was brought into existence, created from a combination of the darkest and most ancient of evil spells. The long-dead creator of this creature poured more hatred and malice into it than any average mortal could comprehend. This thing's purpose was to destroy. The most vulnerable target, the one worthy of its attention, was the scattered remains of humanity. They were weak; they had shattered themselves with atomic bombs within days. It searched for any survivors, and mercilessly slaughtered everyone it found. Hundreds of thousands, one by one, it was just too easy. They would surely have perished on their own; the creature was just speeding up the process. Humanity was no more, and yet, its task was not finished. It could feel them. Hidden away in the darkest corners, in the deepest caves. No, it was not finished. One by one, the remaining families and groups of humans fell. It was a slow process; sometimes it took a hundred years of searching, turning over every rock, to find one. It could feel it, yes. It was almost done. A thousand years of playing a game of cat and mouse, a thousand years of searching and killing. Finally, the end had come; the last humans were to perish that day...
But no, this time, it was not that simple. A smart, brave hero, Billy, had set up a trap. It burst through the entrance of the cave like a hurricane, bent on finishing its ancient task. All of the greatest wizards, the youngest of apprentices, anyone capable of uttering the weakest of spells, we're gathered there. They combined all their strength, every mind focused. The creature slowed. It knew it couldn't win, but still, it refused to fall without a one last devastating blow. It lashed out with the last of its strength. The mighty being of pure evil and hatred was put into an eternal prison, in the deepest of cracks in the bottom of the deepest of holes, in the dark realm of the nightosphere. The great hero rose above the rubble, and was horrified by the sight that lay before him. The creature's last strike, its last blow, was a great one. Its eternal imprisonment had come at a terrible price. He searched solemnly for any other survivors. Had anybody else made it? No, it seemed, for even the last humans, hiding in the farthest depths of the cave, had not escaped harm. Everyone was dead. But wait? What's that sound? A baby crying? No, two! He picked up his search; he turned over rocks, and looked under bodies. He was getting closer. At last! He found them! A young woman with light brown hair, probably in her early twenties, was lying unconscious over two infants, one with hair that shined like gold. Most likely, it was not her child. His mother must have perished with the others. He turned the woman over. She was pregnant; he picked her up, and gently lowered her onto his shoulder. He gathered both the crying babies in his free arm, and made his way to the opening of the cave. There was no hope for humanity; no, they would die eventually, but he could at least keep them safe until time took them away forever...
Part 2
The great hero walked on and on through the land of Ooo. His incredible stamina outmatched even the strongest of men, but even he has a limit. He stopped, and surveyed his surroundings. It was around noon. He had been walking through this forest for hours, and hadn't seen any sign of life except for an occasional bird or squirrel. He carefully set the woman down against a large tree, and set the babies in her lap. He re-filled his flask in the river, and quickly returned to take a closer look at the woman. He looked her over, checking for any injuries. She had a big black and blue bruise from her thigh down to her shin, a large bump on her forehead, and a badly sprained ankle. She probably had a minor concussion, but it didn't look too bad. That's very, very lucky considering the conditions of those that had been bleeding out all around her... He sat down next to them and set the babies in his own lap. Thankfully, they were completely fine. They must have been exhausted, because they both fell asleep in seconds.
Billy soon found it hard to keep his eyes open. He couldn't sleep, not now, but walking so far while caring over one hundred and eighty pounds completely exhausted him. He softly set the babies on the ground next to the woman, and looked around once more. He confirmed that they were not in any danger and sat back down. Sleep soon started creeping up on him again like a snake, wrapping him up and squeezing. "A few minutes," he thought to himself, "only a few minutes". He leaned back against the tree, and faded into a light sleep.
Part 3
The white light assaulted my senses, causing my forehead to burn. I closed my eyes again instantly and let out a groan that was no more than a whimper. My whole body ached, my head the worst, and my arms and legs were stiff and heavy; too heavy to move. I was leaning up against something hard that was digging into my back. I had no idea where I was, but from the smell of fresh air and grass I seemed to be outside. I attempted to open my eyes again, peaking out of the slits of my eyes lids to let in the least amount of light possible.
Where am I? I tried to move, but a searing pain in my ankle stopped me. It appeared to be badly sprained; I wouldn't be able to walk for a while. I looked around, and was surprised to see a man with blue skin leaning against the tree next to me. I tried to crawl away, but I felt something soft next to me. I looked down; it was a baby, wait, no, two babies. Wait... This was my baby, and the other I had found... Found where? When? Nothing makes sense... I moved my hand to my head. There was a bump the size of a plum... I had hit my head? When? I looked again at the man, he looked familiar. Had I been kidnapped? No, no this was a hero... Billy? Yes, yes his name was Billy. 'What's my name?' I couldn't remember my name? It was R... Ra... Hmm... Oh, Rachel, of course. Why couldn't I remember that?
I shook Billy's shoulder, his eyes slowly opened. As he realized where he was he immediately became alert. He looked at her. "Ahh your finally awake!" he said.
How long had I been asleep? "Wha?... What happened?" I said tiredly.
"Don't you remember? The cave, the trap we had set?" It came rushing back to me. I had been in a cave with the last known tribe of humans left. Billy had set a trap, yes, and it came to kill us, the last of us. But that's all that I could remember. Did it work? Are there others?
"Is it?... Did it work? Where's everybody else?" I asked.
"Yes, it worked, but at a great price. We are the only survivors; you, your children, and the boy are the last humans..." Oh god... My sister... Dad. David. Everybody, all dead... I was the last one... I broke down crying, it was just too much.
Why me? I can't do this... Not me, anyone but me... I should've died. I should be dead. But somehow I managed to survive, with my children, and another little boy, whose mother I knew. She was one of my best friends; her name was Sarah... Was. My dad was. My sister was. And David... I loved him so much, and now he's gone. Just gone. How can I live without them? They were my only family... My mom died when I was four, and I knew my dad would go eventually before me too, but like this? No...
My babies, they're the only ones left. I have to protect them for as long as I can. As long as I'm alive, they'll be safe. I started breathing deeply, trying to calm myself down. But, how? Why should I? Everybody I knew was dead. But I already had my answer: for her, for my baby. For my little Chyanne, Ill calm down. I'll save the tears for later. For now, I have to be calm. I forced all of my emotions down and wiped my face with my sleeve; the one that wasn't covered in other people's blood.
"Are you alright now?" Billy asked me. I was hugging him. When did that happen? I backed up and shook my head no. I won't ever be okay, not after that, but I can't afford to be irrational or depressed. "We should get going, we don't want to be in the forest at night..." He had a point. I grabbed a nearby stick and used it to pull myself up. Billy held the still sleeping babies in one arm. "I'll carry you, you're not walking on that foot." He picked me up like a sack; it might have been funny, under different circumstances.
"So, how long do you think it will take to get out of the forest?" I asked.
"Two or three hours at this pace, one if I was alone" he replied.
I was completely exhausted; that always happens after emotional breakdowns, Even when I was a little kid, I would crash right after crying about some toy I wanted but we couldn't afford. I slowly drifted off to a not so peaceful sleep, filled with horrible nightmares...
I woke up, as he set me on the ground with a worried look on his face. We were in a small clearing. "What's wrong?" I asked. He didn't need to answer, because just then a deep, low growl came from the bushes on the other side of the clearing. He handed me the babies and stood up.
"A lone wolf, it's been tracking us for about a mile. Stay here, and don't let anything happen to them." He glanced at the babies in my arms.
"Be careful," I whispered.
He took out a knife from his belt. It was about a foot long with a serrated edge. He quickly prepared himself for a fight. In seconds it leapt out from the forest with a growl so loud it was almost like a roar. He quickly sidestepped its lunge and slashed at its side. It yelped in pain. It backed up and turned around. It looked at him with pure hate, and with another low growl. it lunged at him. He wasn't quite quick enough this time, but he was lucky, its jaws just missed his neck. The wolf fell on top of him with all of its weight. The knife had been knocked out of his grip, and was stuck in the ground a few feet away. Billy threw the wolf off of himself, and reached for the knife. The wolf quickly recovered, and leapt at him again. Billy anticipated this and held the knife in front of himself. The wolf fell straight into it and howled in pain; it jumped off, and backed up. Incredibly, it was still standing without showing any sign of weakness. They circled each other, each waiting for their opponent to make a move. The wolf, enraged, ran and jumped for his throat. Billy stabbed it in the neck as it went down on him. Its momentum carried it forward, straight into Rachel, and the babies. It hit them, and she managed to hold on to Chyanne, and Billy thought she had the boy too. More wolves howled in the distance, attracted by the noises and the smell of blood.
He grabbed Rachel and the baby, believing that she was holding onto the other one, and ran the rest of the way out of the forest. It was almost sunset; if they had gotten trapped in that forest at night with no shelter, they surely would have all died.
The baby boy, who had been thrown out of her arms from the impact, had crawled under a bush. He was scared, and alone. He cried as he heard the sounds of footsteps slowly fading into nothing. He was alone in the forest; he would need a miracle to live. Luckily, he would get one. A great owl appeared in front of him; it said, well, thought to him, "Don't worry, little one, you are safe. A family of dogs will take care of you, and you shall be a great hero known all across Ooo." And with that, it disappeared. The boy, now calm, curled up against a tree, and slept peacefully throughout the rest of the night.
Part 4
I knew of a house far out away from everything on the other side of the forest. That's where I was going. I knew the man who used to live there; he built the house himself, and lived in it for almost his entire life. He simply disappeared one day with a note on the door saying that he had gone to visit some old friends and would be back in about a week. He never came back. His house has been sitting there for years, vacant. It would be perfect.
We stopped for the night near the river. While going through my pack, I heard Rachel ask, "Where is he? The little boy?" I was confused, I was sure that she had him.
"Didn't you have him? I thought you've been caring him this whole time!" She didn't have him? Was he left in the forest?
"I didn't have him; I thought you did! He's still in the forest? We have to go back!" she was almost shouting.
It's too late; if he was left in the forest he's already dead... She moved to stand. "No," I put my hand on her arm, "If he was left, it's already too late..." She almost broke then, I could see it in her eyes. She tucked her knees to her chest and didn't say another word for the rest of the night. We've already lost one, I can't let that happen again...
The next day consisted entirely of walking for a few hours, and then a short break, and then walking a few more hours, and then another longer break, and then more walking. When the house came in sight, I was filled with relief. I stayed with them for as long as I could, Rachel gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. I had responsibilities to attend to, and people to protect, so I told her to be careful, and left for home.
Part 5
It often appeared in my dreams; a house, secluded in the very forest that I had almost died in. So vividly I could see it, that sometimes I believed it was real. With the vision came a feeling of complete peace and safety.
One day, around fall, the vision came accompanied by a deep soothing voice. It said, "One day you will have to run." Rather unsettling in my opinion. More and more often the voice came; it said, "It will come for you". Every day I became more anxious.
One day, in early spring, the vision came again, but this time it was different. I could walk, and feel the forest around me. It was almost as if I had been teleported here. Standing in front of me was a huge owl.
"Who are you?" I asked tentatively.
"I am known by many names," it replied in that same deep, soothing voice I had heard so many times before.
"Like what? What should I call you?"
"The Great Owl, the Cosmic Owl, God, I have many, many names, Rachel"
God? "Ok Great Owl, why have you brought me here?"
"I must warn you about a coming danger," it said. It's voice was strangely calm, and yet, it concerned me at the same time.
"What coming danger? What's going to happen?" I was scared. I've faced enough danger already.
"It will find you and your children. You are not safe where you are. Here, you will find safety. Here, you may rest." And with that, it was gone.
When I awoke the next morning, I was very shaken up. I decided that I would pack a few bags and get ready to leave at the first sign of danger.
I didn't have to wait long.
Part 6
It is very dark; perhaps around midnight? I can't tell. Every shadow seems as if it is going to jump out at me. I look up at our mother. I am about to ask her again why we are running away when we hear a noise; footsteps maybe? She tells us to stay put. I don't want to. I want to run back home, climb into my sleeping bag, and hide. But mother tells us it isn't safe anymore.
I don't say a word as she creeps foreword to look around the corner of the forgotten, ruined hospital. My older sister, Chyanne, keeps telling me everything is going to be okay, but it's a lie. Nothing has ever been okay since we left home, days ago...
Mother is back, she says it was nothing, and we start walking again. We hope that we will find shelter soon. Mother walks close behind us, and I ask her what that was about earlier, but she gives no answer. I ask again, louder, still no answer. I look behind, and see what looks to be tall man in a black robe gripping her by the neck; she is mouthing the words "run to the forest! Run!" over and over again. So I turn and run, with my sister running beside me, we run and run through the ruins until we are out of breath.
We find an old small shed, and lock ourselves inside. I could feel tears running down my cheeks. I had just lost my mother. We are lost, exhausted, and alone. Completely alone.
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