A Plumber's Tale
The Lost Logs
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the copyrighted characters I place in this story. It is written for mere enjoyment and to practice my writing. Some characters have been made by myself, some my sister is letting me use/reference for the sake of plot progression. But any characters/events already published and owned by another company, I credit dearly for creating, as they are not mine. Anywho, enjoy the movie!
By BabyCovenant22
Plumber's Log
1/19/07
I found this legend on my oceanic travels to Kong Island, written in a stone slab. Intrigued, I picked it up and brought it to a translator one island over. She wrote down the entire legend in three days, and gave it to me in five or six pages, roughly. The paper was pretty small, as was the hand writing. She was a very skilled scribe, I could tell.
I stuffed the packet into this journal, and hoisted my small boat's sail and went due south…
Adventure called again.
Prologue
"There was once a great, thriving world that served as a home to various tribes. Elves, gnomes, dwarves… demons, angels, planetouched… every tribe imaginable had lived in a perfect, unbreakable harmony here. This peace lasted for thousands and thousands of years. Until…
"Another species was born. Unlike all the other tribes, who had individuals possessing secret abilities compatible with their own kai energy field, these… monstrosities, to them… had nothing. They were glared upon, and sent to the Chaos Continent, where they were forced to make their lives on a small land piece. These were the Humans.
"The Humans were always looked down upon and considered pee-ons. Anyone who was not a human, associating with a human, was put to death as punishment and, what they considered, 'cleansing' of the non-purity. However, showing no sign of care, the Humans continued to advance in this universe. There was a point where the Humans advanced so much, they rivaled even the demons and angels. The Angels did not mind, given their praising and giving and helping nature. But, the demons were the exact opposite… they hated the quick advances a race unworthy in their eyes had made. It made them feel… threatened.
"There soon began minor assaults on the Human Continent from the demons' Kingdom. Early on, there had been small amounts of deaths every Great Turning. But as time passed, the deaths drastically accumulated.
"The demons' king was pleased with the assaults and ordered deadlier assaults on the Humans. No one knew when retaliation would take place, nor if it ever would…
"But one day, the Bloodspill went too far. High ranking officers who served the Demon King to the end made their confident assault on the Human tribe… but were killed. Spears through their hearts, the officers fell to the ground, the ghosts of their fearful expressions which cried out 'Death to Human' etched on their faces like cave paintings.
"The Humans gathered courage to retaliate finally, and created an army to set sail for the demons' Continent. They sailed for ten suns and ten moons, tense and ready for battle, with their most primitive weapons: simple spears and large rocks heaved onto their backs and tied around their bodies. How the Humans could hold such weight amazed the demons, but it did not deter them; the assaults had commenced.
"This marked an era called the War of Existence.
"The War raged for a surprising 113 years, with casualties for both tribes. But in a desperate hope to destroy the Humans, the Demon King decided to destroy the universe in which everyone lived. He began gathering all the energy he could; it was so much, he was dragging the fabric of time with it, toward him.
"When all started to seem bleak, an Angel came and opened a passage to another universe, far away from where the Demon King stood. In his blind rage and attempt to finish everything once and for all, the King could not see the Humans escape through the rip in the fabric of space and time created by that one Angel. However… one particular Human stayed behind. He was dressed entirely in red, red like flames of hope.
"This man spotted a large blade on the back of the Demon King and made a lunge to steal it successfully from him. The sword had the ability to stop anything cataclysmic, unbeknownst to the King. With a glare of power and a tear of death in his eye, the Red Man thrust the blade into the ground, instantly beginning an end for this universe. A large explosion was all that ensued next, taking himself, the Demon King and every other follower of the King, as well as every other tribe in this world with him in the destructive blast.
"All that remained… were just crumbles of the structures built by all the intelligent beings… and the sword planted in the ground, with its skull-covered hilt. A skeleton with a long, red robe clutching the hilt also remained…
"The Humans found a new, peaceful world to live in, to civilize, and to make their own. The War of Existence was over. Peace could reign forever.
"They would never forget the single Man who saved them from sure destruction by the Demon King. In honor of him, they had made a statue for him. His name is unknown to this day."
Plumber's Log
1/23/07
I… loved… this… manuscript. It has a unique twist on the origins of mankind and where we, as human beings, had come from. As I write in my Logbook, I look up at the sky and notice dangerous looking clouds in the distance. A storm is coming, it looks like. The water is beginning to chop real bad. I close my logbook today. Goodnight, Logbook.