Okay, you're all probably wondering why I haven't been posting any fanfiction lately. You see, I went on a two-week vacation, and summer actually is really bad for my productivity in writing, but since I went back to school, the ideas in my brain started to flow again, and I found that the school year is surprisingly good for my writing because it increases motivation for me to do something, such as write.
Now, after that mini-rant out of the way, I'm putting together something to help get the ideas in my head bouncing around again, and "Burn Me to the Ground" is making progress, it's just that the chapter I'm working on is over 4,000 words long so far, and I'm not even finished! I might need to split it into two parts, put in some more detail, and editing is taking a really long time. You're likely to also be wondering why I haven't been updating my humor stories lately. Well, like I said earlier, school starting again will stimulate my imagination and motivation, so I'll probably start working on them again further into the school year.
Onto the story, now! It's an idea that recently came across my head, and I'd like to write it out before it stops bouncing around in my brain, which happens to most of my ideas... Also, I feel that my writing is a bit rusty, so tell me if it is.
Just to let you know, this takes place before Ginga and his friends find Dynamis, but after the first episode of Metal Fury.
The stars shone down on him, and their silver light bathed the temple in a shiny grey, lighting up the indigo and violet sky. The stars also provided the only light on this night with a new moon. In the low light, he could only see dark outlines of the temple walls and structures, yet he could feel the stone pinch his skin and the engravings on the rock beneath is fingers, as the carvings provided a comforting sense of familiarity.
The night laid silent, except for the wind that whispered above and occasionally washed through the temple, but through the stillness, the boy about sixteen years of age sat there, on a throne, and he looked like he was waiting for something. He perked up whenever he could hear the wind's melody, but his face turned serious again when the wind stopped for a few seconds.
He felt cold with the wind and mist settling into the night, and his robe didn't do much to keep him warm. Still, he sat there, staring at the stars, for he inherited this temple. This kept him busy with him constantly having to stay up all night to gaze at the Will of the Heavens and keeping his head buried in star charts and books as he tried to search for meaning in the endless field of diamonds in the sky. They were beautiful, yes, and quite a spectacle to set your eyes upon, too, but he did this every night. Surely, if someone else did the same, they would wish they could break away from nighttime's display for once, right? He didn't feel very certain with that assumption, though.
His gloved hand scratched his chin, and he crossed one leg over the other, trying to get into a comfortable position. He looked around. He didn't notice the great stone structures or intricate designs etched on the walls or the grand stadium in front of him. He only saw one thing, or a lack there of, anyway, people. No friends, no company, and no chatter. He crossed his fingers for the wind to continue, because if the breeze stopped, he would hear nothing but silence.
It got lonely, obviously, but did the Will of the Heavens really intend for him to spend his entire life here, in a dusty temple? Did he only have purpose in watching the stars? Surely not, he had more to his life than that, right...? He didn't know. He leaned back in his throne and sighed some more. He closed his eyes to rest them for a few seconds. The wind stopped. He tapped his finger on the armrest of his seat to produce some sort of noise. The sound echoed through the temple faintly, but it did not do much.
"Really, is this all I have in store, to spend my entirety gazing at the stars?" he asked to himself.
"Of course not," he replied to his question in a higher tone than his usual voice. "There has to be more to life than just staring at the stars until your eyes bleed. Who knows, maybe your father was right about the Star Fragment."
"Perhaps you are right, but what if you are not? What if the Star Fragment does not come for another generation, then any descendants of mine will have to sit here, with the same fate, to look at the stars in search for a sign," Dynamis switched back to his normal voice. He crossed his arms and slumped in his seat.
"Well then, let's try not to let such negativity come to mind, now, Dynamis," he returned back to the higher voice he used to somehow represent the recipient of his words, since no one else would hear them.
"Easy for you to say, you are merely in my head," Dynamis scoffed. He then raised his voice again.
"Okay then, I'm gone, goodbye! Please work on your manners, you are quite rude!" With that, stale air hushed itself.
"Oh why I cannot have a conversation with even myself, I really have no clue," Dynamis grumbled. He ran out of things to say, too. Dynamis tilted his head up wishing for something, anything, rain, snow, the Star Fragment, anything. Nothing noticeable happened. Now what? He didn't have anything to do. Should he just sit around all night bored out of his mind? Eyes the color of the twilight he saw every evening scanned nighttime for anything interesting. Still, nothing.
"Oh goodness, this is maddening!" Dynamis wailed into the still atmosphere. "Voice, can you offer any assistance with this situation?" Dynamis asked Voice, known as the higher version of his voice he talked to earlier.
"Why should I help you? I've already been shooed away before," Voice huffed, sounding rather cross.
"Listen, I just lashed out some of my resentment on you, I apologize, so please, can you aid me tonight, when there is nothing else to do?" Dynamis pleaded.
"Okay, but after that, I'm going back into your head, do you understand?" Voice answered.
"Understood," Dynamis nodded his head.
"How about a lullaby, then, your mother had plenty of those," Voice suggested.
"How do you know of this?" Dynamis lifted an eyebrow, slightly suspicious to find Voice knowing this.
"I am you, remember?" Voice, if he could, rolled his eyes. The image of Voice rolling his eyes popped into Dynamis' head. That at least gave him one more thing to ponder about to pass the time.
"Good suggestion, now you may rest," Dynamis nodded. Voice went silent. "I am starting to go crazy," Dynamis sighed, burying his right hand in his hair. He slouched down in his throne again, despite how that would displease his mother because she hated when he slouched, and his feet slid across the floor, away from the base of the throne.
His mother, Dynamis thought. He didn't remember her very well, just and bits and fragments, although, if he focused hard enough, he could feel the soft tufts of light brown hair she had, and he would always remember how she constantly told him not to slouch.
Dynamis stood up and began to pace, his mother's image still fuzzy in his head. The sound of his footsteps bounced off the high walls, and his robe dragged behind him. He folded his hands behind his back as he continued to pace.
"Now then, if Voice suggests a lullaby, which one shall I pick, then? You are correct, Voice, she did have many of them," Dynamis thought out loud. He did not intend for Voice to hear that, though, because it would spark another argument. Dynamis looked up into the sky, again, and he exhaled a deep, heavy breath. The view looked amazing, yes, but it seemed empty somehow, despite all the stars that twinkled brightly. They were like Zeus' jewelry, only they told the future. "Look at me, talking to myself like this. I have become a bumbling fool, I tell you. I doubt my own mother will even look at me now," Dynamis strolled around the stadium thinking. "Dynamis, so what song will you pick?"
"Uh, who am I to sing right now? I will appear even crazier to my ancestors! I cannot believe Zeus's right hand man has this person as a descendant!" Dynamis screamed into the still air. "Now what?! Will Voice tell me to stop screaming now?!" The temple walls amplified his voice, but the sound started to fade after a few seconds. "Is my destiny to slowly drive myself mad?! This is maddening, I tell you, maddening!"
His footsteps grew louder and faster. His speaking roared through the human-less space as it sounded more and more like gibberish, "When will the stars decide that I will have more to life than talking to myself in an old, dingy temple?! The stars, they speak, I say, and they want me to be all alone out here! They desire for me to go insane, to fall into Hades! What will I do?! Will someone stop Voice's nagging?! Be silent, I say, Voice!"
"But I wan't talking," Voice explained. "You are right, though, you really are going mad."
"I know that, now hush!" Dynamis put his pointer-finger over his lip to hush Voice. "That is better, now, back to the question, when will the Will of the Heavens let me leave? They have shown no signs of letting me go, just yet. There could be the possibility that... no one will ever remember me, and I will stay in this temple to rot when I pass. This is terrible!" Dynamis, at this point, gripped his hair with both of his hands, ready to rip his hair out.
"You've already had this conversation three nights prior," Voice dared to speak.
"This one is different, I can feel it! What shall I do?!" Dynamis fell to his knees, kneeling by the stadium in front of his throne.
"What I said, a lullaby, remember?" Voice spat out.
"Yes, yes, maybe that will calm me, I just do not know which one to pick," Dynamis relaxed his shoulders and looked to the ground. "What have I become? I have to stop this!"
"That is what you say every night," Voice responded.
"No, no, you do not understand, this night, I hope this will be the end of these types of conversations," Dynamis got up, struggling to stand. He didn't know why he felt so dizzy all of a sudden. His head started to spin as his vision blurred. An odd sensation of nostalgia crashed into him. He fell.
"Get up," Voice commanded.
"No, I do not wish to," Dynamis groaned on the floor and felt heavy, invisible chains in the air wrap around him. He curled himself into a ball, and he closed his eyes so that he could imagine what his life could've been if he hadn't inherited this stupid temple. "What to do, what should I do? This temple, I fear that I shall never be allowed to leave, and that the Will of the Heavens will bestow me the responsibility for my entire life, for it appears that is my existence."
"Please be more positive," Voice peeped up, a little voice in Dynamis' head this time. This time, Dynamis didn't have to talk to hear him.
"Oh this is wonderful, the own conversation partner I created wishes to turn me crazy, what an honor," Dynamis remarked, sarcastically, of course.
"Please, you need sleep, or else you might just loose too many apples to be an entire basket," Voice ordered.
"No, that won't be necessary, I do not require rest," Dynamis argued back, a bit in denial about the lack of sleep he had been getting lately. Still, he felt his eyes grow heavy and bags begin to form. His mother popped into his head again. She would likely yell at him to go to sleep. He remembered looking at himself in the mirror the other day, and he looked awful. His unruly hair shot up, down, and sideways in every possible direction, he had dark circles under his eyes, and his face wore the expression of a very badly done mask, one that crumbled away more and more by the second. Yes, his mother would definitely force him into bed now. Oh how he wished she was there to do the action.
"You cannot go on like this," Voice resonated inside Dynamis' head. "You have to take care of yourself."
"No one will care if I care about myself, nor will the Will of the Heavens," Dynamis laid down on his back. He put his hands under his head for support, but his back still ached a little. "Okay stars, what would you like to tell me, this time?" Dynamis teetered his eyes around, and he began seeing little messages that stars left him. Traces of white and red littered the sky, and the stars occasionally flared up when they wanted to tell him something urgent.
"Yes, yes, I know stars, you have the same message for me: Guarding this temple is an honor, I know, I know, but please, are you okay if I leave?" Dynamis pondered out loud. A red star flashed in the sky, indicating a no. "Okay, no then, when will you be okay?" A blue star faded then reappeared in the sky. "What do you mean by 'soon,' star?" A bright yellow star steadily started to twinkle brighter. "When the Star Fragment comes? That is what you mean by 'soon?' That could be years!" The stars stopped flashing, becoming cold, distant balls of dull light.
"And they're angry with me, again," Dynamis closed his eyes. Several stars decided to flicker out just to show their annoyance. The stars were vexed at him every single night. Maybe that's why they never wanted him to leave, as punishment for showing such disrespect. "Okay, okay, your supernatural powers or whatever have made it clear that you are not pleased. Yes, I know that I am annoying."
Dynamis squinted a little to see what else that tiny, angry star in the distance wanted to say, and the star twinkled out, "You are annoying, you are good at describing yourself, are you not?" Dynamis rolled his eyes, and he pushed himself back up. He finally mustered the will to sit back on the throne and continue gazing at the stars like a good guardian.
At last, the wind started up again, and with it, the voice of his mother followed. "I want to tell you how much I miss you, and I apologize for slouching," Dynamis let the wind carry away his words, like a river letting a boat drift away. He had waited weeks for this particular wind to come, one that reminded him of his mother. The wind grew louder. Slashes of wind swiped past the lavender bangs in front of his face, and he could hear his mother's beautiful whisper against his ears ever so faintly.
It was peaceful, and exactly what he waited for all night. "Fine, I'll sing," Dynamis answered the wind's calls.
He opened his mouth, and a melody poured out. He started off very quiet and slow, but his volume and speed gradually grew as he continued on.
Hush my little child,
For I am here,
Here to wipe away your tears,
Because I love you,
And I will always do,
As long as you love me, too,
Oh, I will always be by your side,
And even if you can't smile,
I will for you!
Because I love you, I love you!
And I hope you love me, too!
I would do anything for you,
As long as you remember me,
Remember that we are family,
Remember that I will always care for you,
Share with you,
Do anything, for you!
Because... you're my child, and I wouldn't want to lose that,
But even when I'm gone,
Please promise me that you'll go on,
I'm always inside you,
Ready to guide you,
As your mother,
As someone you love,
And don't ever... forget that!
"Well that was embarrassing," Dynamis swore that he saw Voice's face turn red.
"It is my mouth," Dynamis retorted.
"True, true," Voice agreed. "Although, that ending could use a little work-"
"Voice!" Dynamis burrowed his eyebrows into a scowl for just a second.
"Okay, okay," Voice sighed. The wind stopped, and the temple turned mute once more, but this time, a warm, inviting air of no noise entered, kicking the cold type of silent out. Dynamis let his heart flutter a few feet in the air, and at last, he felt contempt, because that wind finally came after weeks, and with it, his mother's words.
Now he could at last stop bugging Voice.
He didn't know how he identified his mother's voice in that particular breeze, or why he even imagined his mother's lullabies in it, if he imagined it at all. He thought he would never know, but he could dream, and he sit here, in the temple, and at least listen to his mother's sweet song that sounded like milk and honey. The quiet now comforted him, after he managed to find his mother in the endless sea of wind. Dynamis closed his eyes. His mother wouldn't want him to stay up any later, and even though he couldn't remember her completely, he could at least remember her peaceful melody. Always. Because he promised to remember her and her songs. He had already promised in the lullabies he sang.
All of a sudden, a brilliant flicker of blue light streaked through the sky. It shone so brightly that it looked like a star had fallen, and the trail behind it smoldered the air around it. Dynamis could feel an intense heat build in the temple, and he gasped. The stars had set him free at last! He had his mouth gaped open for so long, that he nearly forgot his father told him years before to divide the Star Fragment to prevent evil from obtaining it in one piece. The stars messaged him to stay until the chosen one came, someone named Ginga.
"Ginga, you say?" Dynamis pondered over that name. "Interesting, I do not believe I have ever met someone named that before." But, despite that quote, the name Ginga sounded almost as if he heard it before, and unknowingly to him, this Ginga would forge a friendship with him that would last a lifetime.
Okay, well, I hope my writing is still at least readable. Is it? I hope so... Please tell me what you think in the reviews, and please give me your honest opinions and constructive criticism if you find anything wrong with the plot, details, etc. It really helps me improve my writing. One more thing, I'm not deciding to make this a one-shot just yet, so please comment in the reviews if I should continue. I believe that's all I really have to say, so I hope you have a nice say. Please read and review! It means a lot to me!