Remorum: The Grand Story
Note: I would just like to inform all who read this fiction that I do not hold copyright on any of the non-original characters featured in this story, nor am I affiliated in any way with their creators, sponsors, or any of the other parties affiliated with the previously mentioned characters. I do, however, own copyright on all of my own original characters that are introduced into this story, of which I also hold copyright on. This fiction was only meant for the entertainment of others and is not meant to promote any of the characters, that are not my own, that are introduced into this story.
PLEASE READ!
On a less formal note, I would just like to inform all who read this fiction of three things:
1: This fiction takes a little while to take off, and you're going to have to be a little patient in order to encounter any characters from other anime.
2: Though I don't do it too often (as a matter of fact, scratch that), there are some (a lot of) things about this fiction that I leave to the imagination.
3: I hate censorship, so there will be some mild language and suggestive content (Not that I think any of you mind).
CATACLYSM
How did it happen? Not even the wisest Wiseman can tell. All that can be said in certainty is that one day, the world changed. Villages and cities disappeared as new, unfamiliar ones took their place. With these towns came beings, men and women, and some beyond either. None of them having any idea of where they were, though they...no ...we, were all from the same planet, Earth, as if they had all come from another lifetime. But now, this new Earth has become quite unfamiliar to even the oldest of us. Now, only traces of our past remain with us in this mysterious world (More so now than ever).
DREAMER
He falls into the darkness, never stopping, never slowing, only falling, deeper into the dark. Only the faces of demons of the past, smiling, laughing menacingly are provided as a means to detour his attention from the gaping shadow beneath him. He continues to fall deeper, deeper, deeper into the abyss until it nearly swallows him. A thought...a thought is all he longed for now. A thought is all he needed and he could finally escape from this hellish place, and then, he woke up.
In the secluded village of Myet, birthplace of the legendary hero, Moore, a young man named Tsi laid awake in his bed, trying to contemplate whether his nightmare was an omen, or just another bad dream. "Ah well," he thought. It would have to wait until later. Tsi got out of bed and got dressed. He wanted to look as impressive as possible today, for today was the day that the village Shaman would dub Tsi a warrior, and he would receive Myet's highest honor, the Blue Dragon Belt.
Tsi settled in front of his mirror to give himself one last look. The first thing he examined was his hair. It was long, spiky, laid back, almost too well for its length, buzzed on the sides and the back of his head, and the rest was tied into a short, spiky ponytail. The next thing he looked over was his outfit, a black muscle shirt tucked into his black pants with the legs tucked into his black boots. He was also wearing a pair of black wristbands and a black sash around his waist that would be replaced after receiving his belt at the ceremony that night.
Tsi turned his head and noticed how the light made his eyes gleam for a moment. His eyes are sapphire-blue and for some reason are devoid of pupils. Seeing that glimmer made him remember many of the times he was teased about them when he was young, but even then it still didn't bother him to any noticeable extent.
After briefly lingering on the thought, Tsi then shrugged his shoulders and took a deep breath. "Time to get going," he said to himself, and after what seemed like a long walk through his empty house, he was outside.
Tsi has lived alone since he was about thirteen. Now seventeen, he has completed his 4 years of training in the mystic art of Terria, and will go on a pilgrimage to hone his skills the day after his ceremony. But for right now, Tsi had decided to take one more day of training with his friends before he had to leave.
It was a beautiful day in the mountain village of Myet. The skies were blue, the sun was shining brightly, people were on the move, working hard to prepare for the ceremony while their children laughed and played games with one another. Tsi, after receiving many greetings from the town's people, made his way to the outskirts of the village and into the forest where the other Terrians were training. There, he met up with his best friend, Gill.
"Well what do you know," said Gill in a surprised tone, "What are you doin' here, Tsi? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for your pilgrimage tomorrow?"
"Yeah," replied Tsi, smiling, "but I figured I'd give you guys one last beating before the ceremony."
"Really now?" said another Terrian with a smug look on his face, "Aren't you worried you'll get that cute little outfit of yours dirty?"
Tsi laughed and replied, "Yeah right. As if any of you slackers were good enough that I'd get this outfit dirty."
Gill smiled and said, "Well I guess we'll just have to see then, won't we guys?" and the two, Tsi and Gill, stood across from one another.
The rest of the young Terrians cheered as Gill and Tsi brought their hands to their swords and drew. The two young warriors stood as still as the mountain of which they live upon. The judge of the duel shouted, "Begin!" and the two fighters had at each other.
Tsi struck first with a sideways slash, and his sword was met by that of Gill as the young fighter attempted a reversal maneuver. Tsi dodged the first slash and countered the second with not a moment to spare. As the two friends dueled, they pit everything they knew against one another. A blazing spark flew from their swords each time they met, symbolizing each one's burning desire to win. The two young fighters fought with all their heart, never hesitating, never faltering, one action preceding another in an endless cycle of skill and determination.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of battle, Gill threw too much of his weight to his side while dodging an attack from Tsi. Tsi noticed this, and in a moment's time, Tsi's sword was at the base of Gill's neck, and the duel ended with Tsi as the winner.
After the judge announced Tsi's victory, both Tsi and Gill sheathed their swords and bowed to one another.
"And you still didn't get dirty," said Gill.
Tsi replied, "Nope," and then laughed.
Note: I would just like to inform all who read this fiction that I do not hold copyright on any of the non-original characters featured in this story, nor am I affiliated in any way with their creators, sponsors, or any of the other parties affiliated with the previously mentioned characters. I do, however, own copyright on all of my own original characters that are introduced into this story, of which I also hold copyright on. This fiction was only meant for the entertainment of others and is not meant to promote any of the characters, that are not my own, that are introduced into this story.
PLEASE READ!
On a less formal note, I would just like to inform all who read this fiction of three things:
1: This fiction takes a little while to take off, and you're going to have to be a little patient in order to encounter any characters from other anime.
2: Though I don't do it too often (as a matter of fact, scratch that), there are some (a lot of) things about this fiction that I leave to the imagination.
3: I hate censorship, so there will be some mild language and suggestive content (Not that I think any of you mind).
CATACLYSM
How did it happen? Not even the wisest Wiseman can tell. All that can be said in certainty is that one day, the world changed. Villages and cities disappeared as new, unfamiliar ones took their place. With these towns came beings, men and women, and some beyond either. None of them having any idea of where they were, though they...no ...we, were all from the same planet, Earth, as if they had all come from another lifetime. But now, this new Earth has become quite unfamiliar to even the oldest of us. Now, only traces of our past remain with us in this mysterious world (More so now than ever).
DREAMER
He falls into the darkness, never stopping, never slowing, only falling, deeper into the dark. Only the faces of demons of the past, smiling, laughing menacingly are provided as a means to detour his attention from the gaping shadow beneath him. He continues to fall deeper, deeper, deeper into the abyss until it nearly swallows him. A thought...a thought is all he longed for now. A thought is all he needed and he could finally escape from this hellish place, and then, he woke up.
In the secluded village of Myet, birthplace of the legendary hero, Moore, a young man named Tsi laid awake in his bed, trying to contemplate whether his nightmare was an omen, or just another bad dream. "Ah well," he thought. It would have to wait until later. Tsi got out of bed and got dressed. He wanted to look as impressive as possible today, for today was the day that the village Shaman would dub Tsi a warrior, and he would receive Myet's highest honor, the Blue Dragon Belt.
Tsi settled in front of his mirror to give himself one last look. The first thing he examined was his hair. It was long, spiky, laid back, almost too well for its length, buzzed on the sides and the back of his head, and the rest was tied into a short, spiky ponytail. The next thing he looked over was his outfit, a black muscle shirt tucked into his black pants with the legs tucked into his black boots. He was also wearing a pair of black wristbands and a black sash around his waist that would be replaced after receiving his belt at the ceremony that night.
Tsi turned his head and noticed how the light made his eyes gleam for a moment. His eyes are sapphire-blue and for some reason are devoid of pupils. Seeing that glimmer made him remember many of the times he was teased about them when he was young, but even then it still didn't bother him to any noticeable extent.
After briefly lingering on the thought, Tsi then shrugged his shoulders and took a deep breath. "Time to get going," he said to himself, and after what seemed like a long walk through his empty house, he was outside.
Tsi has lived alone since he was about thirteen. Now seventeen, he has completed his 4 years of training in the mystic art of Terria, and will go on a pilgrimage to hone his skills the day after his ceremony. But for right now, Tsi had decided to take one more day of training with his friends before he had to leave.
It was a beautiful day in the mountain village of Myet. The skies were blue, the sun was shining brightly, people were on the move, working hard to prepare for the ceremony while their children laughed and played games with one another. Tsi, after receiving many greetings from the town's people, made his way to the outskirts of the village and into the forest where the other Terrians were training. There, he met up with his best friend, Gill.
"Well what do you know," said Gill in a surprised tone, "What are you doin' here, Tsi? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for your pilgrimage tomorrow?"
"Yeah," replied Tsi, smiling, "but I figured I'd give you guys one last beating before the ceremony."
"Really now?" said another Terrian with a smug look on his face, "Aren't you worried you'll get that cute little outfit of yours dirty?"
Tsi laughed and replied, "Yeah right. As if any of you slackers were good enough that I'd get this outfit dirty."
Gill smiled and said, "Well I guess we'll just have to see then, won't we guys?" and the two, Tsi and Gill, stood across from one another.
The rest of the young Terrians cheered as Gill and Tsi brought their hands to their swords and drew. The two young warriors stood as still as the mountain of which they live upon. The judge of the duel shouted, "Begin!" and the two fighters had at each other.
Tsi struck first with a sideways slash, and his sword was met by that of Gill as the young fighter attempted a reversal maneuver. Tsi dodged the first slash and countered the second with not a moment to spare. As the two friends dueled, they pit everything they knew against one another. A blazing spark flew from their swords each time they met, symbolizing each one's burning desire to win. The two young fighters fought with all their heart, never hesitating, never faltering, one action preceding another in an endless cycle of skill and determination.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of battle, Gill threw too much of his weight to his side while dodging an attack from Tsi. Tsi noticed this, and in a moment's time, Tsi's sword was at the base of Gill's neck, and the duel ended with Tsi as the winner.
After the judge announced Tsi's victory, both Tsi and Gill sheathed their swords and bowed to one another.
"And you still didn't get dirty," said Gill.
Tsi replied, "Nope," and then laughed.