Xil
Prologue
Okay so before we start I just want to say that I'm sorry I deleted my other stories. I had no further use for them , to the people who want ed more I am sorry. I just hope you enjoy this one I came up with. I watch some Tim Burton movies today and thought of this. So I hope you enjoy. I only own Xil and the towns folk NOT THE PLANET OR OTHER UNIVERSE. I only own my universe.
Far into the old chambers, down the dead lily filled hills lay a small town. Many are sweeping their porches or just walking around with their white faces glowing in the moonlight. As for Blake Contrusion , the son of the most powerful people in the world, he lay upon the highest hill in town. The moonlight brushes gently past this dead, forsaken hill as Blake picks the dried petals of a rose. He hums a light tune that only he can hear. Many question this unlucky teen, he is different from the rest. His skin is of a darker texture than the towns folk. At times people have claimed that he has horns, and or antennae growing out of his head. Other time he is seen with huge demonic blood red eyes protruding from his head. Yes Blake was different in the eyes of the people, but not where he came from. He came from a world beyond this town, beyond this universe. As Blake lay on the hill playing with the rose, he feels sick. Not germ sick though. He clings to his stomach as tears slide down his cheeks. He was homesick, along with that he was sick of this town. Everyone ignored him every which way. He was sick of them all, wish they were all dead. As he stood up to gaze at the moon he wondered how much longer he had to stay here. How much more he had to take from these babbling peasants.
Soon he jumped from the thought that had popped up in his head. He maniacally laughed at his magnificent idea. He took his watch a pushed a glowing purple button. As he did he became someone different, someone who wasn't Blake Contrusion. He was Xil, the royal heir to the throne of his world, his planet, Irk.
