The blood of over
Chapter 1: Post-traumatic stress
Hey everybody, regaliansoldier98 here! I have decided to abandon the sinking ship that is ancient city, and begin a new story, which I hope has improved writing, as well as longer chapters ( Thanks for the repeated tips, guys). As always, reviews are appreciated (Seriously. Review.) Tell me whatever you think about the story, good or bad( especially good). On to the first chapter of The Blood of Over.
"I've got to get in closer if I'm going to take him out!" he shouted. His loyal bond soared through the darkened cavern, and he thrust his sword through the rat's chest. Sensing something wrong, he immediately shouted, "Ares, get out of there!" but it was too late. The rat's claw grabbed Ares, and ripped the bat's throat out. "Ares!" he shouted. "Ares! Don't go, Ares. Don't go." He laid on his back, tears streaming down his face. Taking a deep breath, he sat up, and found himself in the High Hall of Regalia. "Perhaps he will remember past kindnesses and side with us!" Ripred snarled, but Gregor shook his head. "You want another war after everything that's happened? Well, I'm not fighting for either of you!" He smashed his blade, slicing both his hands in the process. "What'll it be, Luxa? Peace? Or war?"
"We will not have a treaty," she announced, and held out her hand. Ripred took it and Luxa intoned, "Ripred the gnawer, I bond to you. In life and death..." The image faded, and in their place, Gregor saw himself holding Ares's claw. "We're one, us two," Gregor heard himself continue. "In dark in flame, in war and strife, I save you as I save my life."
"Gregor!" His teacher's voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked around the classroom, confused. "What?" he asked. "I asked if you wanted to read the next stanza." she replied. Gregor's friend Thomas, who sat next to him shot him a worried glance, but Gregor just shook his head. "Sure," he said. "What page were we on again?" Several kids snickered. "Moron," one kid said. With using his heightened hearing, as well as Echolocation, he could tell it was the school bully, Jack Turner. A rubber band with a paperclip attached to it hit him in the back of the head. Balling his fists under the table, he managed to keep a neutral expression on his face as his teacher replied," Page 68, the second stanza of 'The Raven' . Please pay attention to what's going on in class."
"Right, sorry," he said, and began reading.
"Ah distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December; and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Gregor finished, and closed his eyes.
When the class had finished reading the poem, their teacher said, "As you can see, Poe dealt a lot in death, sorrow, and lost love. See if you can find these themes in his other work throughout this unit.
Sounds like a cheery guy. Gregor thought. There was no way he could make it through a whole unit about death and lost love. He had enough of that for a lifetime.
He was so preoccupied by his thoughts that he missed the bell, and when he looked around, the room was empty. He hurriedly stood up and walked towards the door, but not before his teacher asked, "Gregor, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Never better." Actually, he thought, I've been much better. But not for four years. Not since I left that place, left her. He turned and walked out.
As he was walking down the hallway, he ran into Jack Turner and two of his thugs. "Hey freak!" Gregor kept walking "Hey freak!" Gregor ignored him. Jack grabbed the front of Gregor's shirt. "I'm talking to you, freak. What's your problem, huh?"
"Let go of me, or you'll regret this. I'm not afraid of you, Jack. But the rest of the school is, and they shouldn't live in terror of you. Give me one reason why I shouldn't snap your pathetic, weak little arms." Jack looked terrified, but suddenly his expression became smug.
"How 'bout this?" he asked, and pulled out a pistol. Immediately, Gregor pulled out of his grip, knocked the pistol out of his grip, and with one kick rendered the bully unconscious. Turning towards the other two, he said, "Run," and the two did. Several people saw this whole thing and headed in random directions. Gregor took off towards his house, running fast as he could.
In his pocket, his phone buzzed. He picked it up and saw a text from Thomas. Dude, it said, What the hell were you thinking? Below was a video of Gregor knocking out Jack. When he saw it was on YouTube he shook his head.
"I'm dead" he muttered to himself.
"What were you thinking, Gregor?" his mom asked. We've already gotten a call from the office at your school. You're being called in tomorrow right away." Gregor sighed. "I'm not all that hungry, mom. I'm going to my room." His mother opened her mouth to reply, but he slammed his door. Sitting down, he pulled out Ares's claw, and cast his mind back. Back three years, to when his grandma was alive, and they lived in New York. They lived there for a year, but when she passed away, they moved out to Virginia. He frowned and cast his mind backwards further, to Hazard's party, four and a half years ago. Around him his room faded, and in its place was a well lit cavern. All around, there were people of all ages, but he focused on two in particular. In the center of the room, two children danced. The boy was awkward, unsure of what to do, but the girl looked like she was born to dance. She laughed, and they began to dance quicker. As they sped up, everyone else faded away, leaving just them. Around the room they danced, until they too were gone. Gregor took out a picture of the two, and he looked at his own face in it. When he put it down, he was in the museum, watching himself with Luxa. "Last picture," the younger version of himself said, and he murmured, "Last picture ever." A tear came to his eye, his room became its normal self, and he laid down on his bed. He was asleep within minutes.
