1Shadow of the Colossus

Hello, I am Orpheum, I've wrote fiction for many different games and now I've decided to do one based on Shadow of the Colossus. I love the game, and even though I'm not the best at doing serious things like this, I'll try, I hope everyone who reads this will enjoy, for this shall be a novelization of the Tale.

Prologue: The Forbidden Lands...

...In an undisturbed land, protected by a bridge of unimaginable design and temple of untold fear, a legendary myth of colossal beings exists. Miles of peaceful land plays host to these creatures resembling mountains, both in size and intimidation. As these Colossi roam the unbound land freely and peacefully, it is said that within each Colossus holds a secret to an unimaginable power of bringing the dead back to life...

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It was dark cool night, the breeze whistled in the canyon. A hawk soared in the blue lit sky like a kite and drifted over the land, it swooped past a young man dressed in a tan tunic with a blue cloak with a white pattern on it who traveled on horseback and vanished into the distance. The young man only paid the bird a passing glance, he held ever tightly to the reins of his horse, a black colored male, named Agro. The young man, whose name was Wander, with red hair like a cherry which he tied back with a blue cloth. He was only no more than maybe 16 or 17. He wore a tan tunic and pants, a cloth with a strange designed was draped over his shoulders, covering both chest and back like a cloak. He continued to guide his horse along the cliff edge while also keeping a delicate hold of a mysterious bundle in his lap. When a gap soon presented itself, Agro merely stepped back, then leaped the gap, giving it a casual glance, such a jump was all too easy for the horse, who was known to be one of the best ever trained in the village. Wander and Agro had always been inseparable since he was first given the horse by the ranch hands. Wander was famous for his horseback skills, and quite known for his foolish antics, the likes of riding on the side saddle and being able to backflip off Agro's back and land perfectly. At his side was a sheath, carrying a sword, and on his back, though hidden by his cape like cloak, was a bow, Wander's archery skills were second to none.

The two companions and their mysterious cargo continued into the morning, walking through a calm forest and into an open field, when a storm approached, Wander and Agro took shelter under small overhang by a rock, and continued when the storm passed, they traveled into a meadow where at the far end lay a large stone structure, in the which the center lay a large opening. Wander squinted as he guided Agro through the opening, the opening was narrow, but large enough for the horse to fit through. Sunlight practically bathed the two as they exited into a platform. Wander couldn't hold back a gasp as he saw a vast landscape lay before him, it seemed to stretch into forever, almost as though it were a whole other world. Wander then saw before a massive bridge, of a design that would make the world's foremost architects cry in shame, it was longer than any construct known in the world of man, it stretched right to a large Shrine and appeared as if it could reach the sun if it were to be set upward. Regaining his senses, Wander gave a gentle kick with his feet and Agro began to tread across the bridge. 'So, this is the cursed land, it seems nothing like what that shaman had claimed it to be.' Thought Wander as Agro walked along the bridge. Wander took in the sights as he rode on, to this right, was what appeared to be a desert, that stretched along the mountain by the entrance and forward toward the shrine. It ended as it reached a deep canyon became an empty field, to his left he could make out a bride that vanished into a dark forest while to his right it seemed to go on till a dark cloud swallowed it. Looking down, Wander could make out a small seaside cove, far below the bridge, he gulped, know that if he were to fall, even from groung overlooking it, he'd most likely die or suffer great injury. It was a long wait, but finally Agro came to the end of the bridge, before the young man was a sealed door, and to his left, was a path that lead elsewhere, not caring for what lay beyond the path, Wander drew Agro closer to the door, almost as if it sensed his presence, the door opened, it slid ominously letting light spill into the darkness within, cutting the shadows like a dagger. Agro gave neigh of concern, but Wander steadied him and they continued onward, the door sealing behind tightly, Wander did not care, he would not need the exit until his goal was fulfilled. They set down a set a steps and entered into a tower, in the ceiling was a hole that let glorious light shine down, down far below was a pool of water, Wander peeked over Agro only slightly, then guided his mount to the long twisting and narrow ramp that lead to the ground. Both rider and horse were tense, this ramp was very narrow, and wasn't quite made for a non-human being to walk on. But they took it slowly and finally reached the cold stone floor glancing for a moment at the pool, Wander guided his mount towards the large archway in front of the pool, down the short set of steps and into a large open room shrine. Wander gazed in wonder at the room, to his left and his right, were two rows of eight, and within each of the rows, sat a giant stone idol. Each idol was of a design made Wander shiver both from awe and terror, as if these idols held a deeper meaning. At the far end, was an alter, to either side, large stone steps that lead outside, and in the ceiling, was yet another hole, but the light seemed almost more radiant, like there was greater force to otherwise normal light. Dismounting a fair distance from the alter, Wander slipped off Agro, and took a moment to regain familiarity with the ground, he had ridden on Agro for several days, not once getting off, only if to answer nature's call or to let Agro rest and play for a while. Wander then untied the black cloaked bundle on Agro and slipped it gently into his arms, cradling it like a large infant. A gentle breeze blew and one end of the black cloth unraveled, within a pair of feet could be seen, Wander carried what was obviously a body to the alter and placed it down gently, like parent laying a child to rest in their bed. He then carefully undid the cloak and then yank it off to reveal a beautiful maiden dressed in white, whose limp body lightly rolled onto the alter, her dressed glowing brightly like the sunlight it reflected. Wander let the cloak fall to the ground and looked at the girl. 'Mono...' He thought, as he stared at the girl, whose body did not give even a small hint of life, yet her body did not seem to be dead, at least not in the conventual manner that was common among corpses. He drifted into thought...

A smokey like vision came into his view, a map shrouded in fog, and a mask that seemed to float within the fog. A voice spoke from within him. One of an old man, the shaman, who spoke: "That place... began from the resonance of intersecting points... They are memories replaced by ens and naught and etched into stone. Blood, young sprouts, sky--and the one with the ability to control beings created from light... In that world, it is said that if one should wish it one can bring back the souls of the dead... ...But to trespass that land is strictly forbidden... "

He slowly regained his senses, shaking off that daydream and continuing to look down at the lifeless girl. Suddenly Agro gave a cry of fear and Wander turned around quickly, not too far from him, just below the hole and from Agro's left, a strange sight took place. From the ground, almost like billowing smoke, or bubbling slime, black shapes began to rise from the ground. Wander tensed in fear and confusion, the shapes rose from the floor, they appeared human, but seemed to be made of nothing but black smoke. Five had risen and they hunched over slightly, staring back at the young man, though they had no discernable eyes, or any human features aside from their form, he could tell they were gazing towards him. Not waiting a moment to let the creatures strike if they intended so, Wander drew the sword, the sword seemed normal, but the blade itself seemed to almost have an aura to it. The edges had a shimmer even when in the darkness, as if it repelled even normal shadows. Wander pointed the sword towards the menacing creatures, who hobbled side to side, as if in a mad dance of malice. Light shone onto the blade and pointed toward the shadows, they began to dissipate as though the light had cut right them like a blade cleaving raw flesh. As the creatures vanish, a crack like thunder roared from above, the light spilling from the hole seemed to flicker for moment and a booming sound began to emit from high above. Wander thought as though the sky itself were talking to him.

Hmm? Thou possesses the ancient sword? So art thou mortal...

The voice spoke, booming with intensity of many, male and female at the same time. It seemed to display disbelief that Wander held the sword. Wander only hesitated for a moment, at first daunted by the sudden voice, but then asked:

"Are you Dormin? I was told that in this place at the end of the world--there exist a being who can control the souls of the dead." Wander inquired, he awaited for an answer, the booming voice replied:

Thou art correct... We are the one known as Dormin...

Wander glanced towards the girl and spoke: "She was sacrificed for she has a cursed fate. Please, I need you to bring back her soul..." Wander asked, holding back tears that threatened to come forth, just mention her 'cursed fate' was enough to remind him of the sorrow he went through. The voice seemed to laugh, as if in sarcastic reply it said:

That maiden's soul? Souls that are once lost cannot be reclaimed... Is that not the law of mortals? With that sword, however... It may not be impossible...

"Really?" Wander asked, joy filling his heart that his journey was not in vain. Dormin then boomed:

That is of course, if thou manage to accomplish what we askest.

Wander did not hesitate to respond. 'To hell with the laws of mortals' He though, He was wiling to do whatever was necessary to save the girl. "What do I have to do?" He asked, in reply the voice spoke:

Behold the idols that stand along the wall... Thou art to destroy all of them. But those idols cannot be destroyed by the mere hands of a mortal...

Wander looked towards the idols as Dormin spoke, and seemed to wonder why he could not simply destroy the statues. He then asked: "What do I have to do?" The voice answered quickly:

In this land there exist colossi that are the living incarnations of those idols. If thou defeat those colossi--the idols shall fall.

Wander nodded. "I understand." Dormin spoke:

But heed this, the price you pay may be heavy indeed.

Wander mentally scoffed. He thought: 'Whatever it takes, whatever is necessary, whatever the cost... I not back down now!' He then spoke: "It doesn't matter." He stated with hesitation, the same word echoing into his mind. Dormin replied, not even concerned in the least:

Very well...

Raise thy sword by the light... and head to the place where the sword's light gathers... There, thou shalt find the colossi thou art to defeat...

Dormin's voice then faded, as if retreating back into the heavens. Wander turned to face outwards. Stepping past the alter, he squinted through the sunlight as he walked out, his eyes slowly adjusting. He stepped out onto a platform, it looked like a stand where open rituals may have been performed, in one small edge, water sat in a puddle, the platform had obviously been unkept since the land became cursed. Wander then did as Dormin had instructed, he rose the sword and instantly a glorious blue beam of light shone forth like beacon, it pointed straight ahead...

The Journey begins...

So? How was that, I'm not quite good at doing these things, but I feel like I'll get the hang of it, I hope you all review, if you do, I'll you all these wonderful colossi dolls. Yes, little plush dolls of the colossi! See ya all later!