Pronunciations:
Seirncis: (see-ern-sis)
Brendance: (bran-dance)
Cornakophus: (corn-ah-cough-us)
Fraskuren: (fances-cure-en)
Heraphusen: (her- have- use-an)
A/N: In this story, there is no Errol, soooooo, let's pretend the Elves are the bad guys… and LightJ and DarkJ aren't within Jak anymore….0_0, it'll make sense soon my pets, soon!
Seirncis looked up at the fading stars in the sky. These were relatively hard to see since the thick, green gas being emitted from the acid below blocked her sight. She was a metalhead, and a sling blaster to be exact.
Seirncis was special, and everyone knew she was. Yet, she was not special in a good way. She had a rare genetic disease among the hora-quan known as DEEB. This disease was incurable, untreatable, and put a stopper to her chances of getting into the army. The terrible condition meant she had absolutely no dark eco within her body
This not only caused her to look different, but she was also tormented day-to-day by the other metalheads. The usual shin-spikes on regular sling blasters curled around her leg instead of sticking out. Her skin color was a light, sickly yellow besides the awful shade of navy that most military-grade blasters sported. All the while, her skull gem was white and strong, untainted by dark eco. Her tail was thicker, and the scales on her neck lay flat. This included, her eyes were an intelligent shade of brown.
Concluded, she had no place in the war against the barbaric elves. It had always been her dream to be a loved war hero, to be the one to slay Jak, and be inducted into the MH hall of fame.
Due to her problem, the best occupation she could now hope for was to work at the nursery. Even the chance of that happening, was slim.
***
"Children! Come! Time for breakfast!" Her mother yelled in the elegant language of the hora-quan. Her mother, Brendance, was perched on a rock, calling to her 2 other siblings. Before Seirncis came, she watched her brothers scurry into the cave from their usual dwelling places. She had always liked it amid the wiggling Dark Eco plants, watching the sun slowly rise over the tall walls of the MH city.
Seirncis slowly skipped toward the cave, savoring the squish of the tainted mud under her taloned feet. She walked into the cavernous cave decorated with lovely paintings and crystallized dark eco figurines. Amid the orderly chaos of décor, her family was found seated around a stone table, gossiping about what was going on in the world today.
Her brothers, Cornakophus and Fraskuren had not waited for their younger sister and had already began wolfing down their meal of fried'n'diced Dark Eco plants. Her parents were a bit more noble that that, and had graciously waited for their daughter's return. Her father, Heraphusen, was a war veteran. Due to his amputated arm, he had to end his duty early. This was not necessarily a bad thing, since he could spend more time with his beloved family.
"Nice to see yah, Seirncis!" her brothers chirped unanimously. Her youngest brother, Fraskuren, had begun his training for the army, while Cornakophus had came back from the battlefield while there was a break in the siege. He was chattering to his parents about the wonders of war. (In which, weren't that wonderful.)
"The elves have these machines! They shoot eco really fast and straight through the troops! I don't know how we're going to win against that kind of artillery!"
"That's terrible, Cornakophus!" Fraskuren squeaked. "Don't let that scare you out of your training!" Heraphusen muttered. "They have a powerful healer too!" Cornakaphus continued, but Brendance cut him off. "Save that for the storytelling tonight! The magical egos are going to be your subject, right?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Oi!" I said no!"
The storytelling happened every Friday night. That is when a favored experience or an imaginative story is shared with all the young metalheads. This week was Cornakophus's turn, and he had a rather frightening subject to share with the larvae.
This night, Seirncis knew, would be one of her favorites. The two magical ecos were some of the elves secret weapons, and a curious subject for Seirncis. To her misfortune, she had wait throughout the day, since it was morning, and since the storytelling was at midnight. The timing of this was so the younger metalheads would fall asleep before the truly frightening stories would come around.
NcLr: Whoo! Cliffie! Review please!
