The Motion of Technology

A new member arrives, one that seems to be different from those in the guild…

Rated: T for things soon to happen

Me: Thanks to my friend Rosamanelle. Enjoy!

Prologue

Our story takes place in a rather simple house with a simple architectural design, almost like a cottage. Blues, greens, reds, and yellows combined beautiful, decorating the house in warm colors, a splendid view for passersby. Despite the simple beauty of the house, it was, quite frankly, in the middle of nowhere. The only things around it were trees, grape vines, and tomato plants.

"I just need a pure soul, and then my creation will be finished! But, where to find it?" A man – who happened to be within the house-in-the-middle-of-nowhere – said. The inside of said house was painted all sorts of bright, cheery colors. Like the outside, the house was rather plain, but well-furnished. Its furnishings were rather unusual, though, consisting of explosive bombs, weapons that included but were not limited to spears, swords, and hammers, iron pots that were splattered with suspicious stains, strange-looking potions, plenty of books, and a massive, doll-like thing that rested in front of the man.

"I know!" He exclaimed suddenly, nearly knocking over a vial of pink liquid as he hurriedly teleported himself to the Forsaken Barrow, a graveyard where many souls were laid to rest.

…

Arriving at the Forsaken Barrow, the man swung his head side to side as he scanned the area. The Forsaken Barrow was a burial ground, it shouldn't be too hard to find a soul. Around him, he saw dead trees, what looked like mourner's robes, and an infinite darkness. Legend said that a lich lived in the Forsaken Barrow, a hideous creature that used its foul magic to bring the undead back to temporary life. The man wasn't particularly deterred at the thought of the lich, however, as he had a mission he needed to complete. Unfortunately for him, none of the souls he saw were good enough to take, all of them fouled and blackened. He scowled. "Of course there wouldn't be anything good in this filthy place." As he turned to search another area, a black shadow leapt out at him from the darkness, swinging a coarse, heavy axe at him. Avoiding the axe blade, the man snorted as his attacker stepped into a pale beam of light. "Disgusting orc." Lashing out at the undead orc in front of him, he killed it in one neat blow. As he wiped the orc blood off of his hands, he turned around, coming face-to-face with more undead and the lich of lore. "More of you?"

The lich curled an ugly lip, sneering at the man. "You scum," Taking a menacing step forwards, the lich growled at him. "Your soul will be mine."

The man chuckled, rubbing his chin almost thoughtfully. "Quite interesting," He muttered. Clearing his throat, his eyes twinkled. "Try next time, I happen to be leaving." And then he was gone, having teleported away.

The lich let out a garbled scream. "Curse you!" He glared at where the man had once stood. "The next time you come to this barrow, you shall die!"

Appearing at Elyos, the man sighed. Ah, Elyos, the demon – or asmodian – world. Hopefully there would be good souls here, after all, Elyos was like the human world, but with a different atmosphere. The man scoffed. "Elyos," He muttered. "As if there are souls here."

And then he saw it…

A pure soul passed by, as white as snow, glowing like a heavenly light descended to the human plane. It truly was an innocent soul, one of a young man. Just what he needed. The man crowed in triumph. "This is the one!"

Teleporting home with the pure soul, the man grinned. "I can give you a life, my dearest invention. Have patience." Placing the soul into a strange-looking container, he placed it in the humanoid doll. The container was rather small, the opening only large enough for a hand to pass through. Closing the metallic door, he grinned. It was the heart. Shortly after, his creation opened its eyes, its chest rising and falling mechanically. It was alive.

The man laughed almost maniacally. "It's alive! It's alive!" The machine glowed blue faintly, whirring. It – no, he – raised his head, scanning the room, fixing his gaze on the man who stood before him. What he saw was a fairly tall, well-muscled men donning a gray shirt and tight black jeans.

"You need a name, How about Neo? Neo Zentrum."

Prologue end