It has been three weeks, but I'm finally back! Now is the time to bring a finish to my long-running series. By the way, I have an announcement. I am reviving a failed series known as the Universal Chronicles. Now, it will be a series about the kids going into various worlds instead of myself. I also have several projects, but I will announce those later. I will say that the first in the new series will be a request from retromania. You will be learning more at the end of this story. Now, let us begin the end!
Warning: This story is the eighth and final story in the Trial of the Century series. If you don't read the seven stories that have come before it, you will be confused and lost. Consult my profile to see the correct order.
Chapter 1: Violent Destruction
Finally reaching the Death Storm, it spoke to them. "At long last, I have been awakened after 100 years. Now, the world can be brought to an end." Violet got close to it, but it trapped her in the cyclone and it laughed as it spun her around before throwing her.
"I am a storm. I am the end of all. I cannot be stopped by the likes of you."
Charlie asked it, "Why do you wish this?"
"It is my purpose. I am the price to pay for ultimate power."
Mike grumbled, "Maybe Clive should have read that in those books he had."
The storm spun more violently. It struck lightning, which kept the group on their toes. Violet used her sonic scream, but the storm was not affected at all. It sent a tornado spinning toward her, picking her up and laughing a second time as it sent her hurdling toward the ground. "How does it feel to be so useless?"
Violet got angry and yelled, "FUCK YOU!" She charged up dark lightning and fired directly at the storm. It only absorbed it all as it mocked her voice.
"Your time will come, impudent little twit." It flew away to cause more destruction.
"Who knew a magical storm would be such a smartass?" Violet asked her friends.
Charlie held her, "It's alright, Violet. We will stop it."
"How?"
"I don't know," Charlie replied. "But we should pursue it."
Violet sighed, "You're right. I'm glad I have a man with a head on his shoulders. Let's go then."
That's the first chapter! My first f-bomb makes things weird, huh? Well, the seventh story was a bit risque, and they are all at least 19, so it's okay! Besides, it won't be the last one. Stay tuned and be sure to have a great day!
