'Ello there. This is my first story in The truth is though, I wrote this story a couple of years back. I posted it in another website, a forum actually. So this is roughly the same story with perhaps one or two minor changes, some extra flowery words and, you know, removing some, uh, unnecessary stuff.
You guys can search up the original story if you like though. There's probably gonna be a lot of errors, weird plot/language and stuff, so I won't really recommend it. Besides it ruins anticipation or something.
I will post the link if you all want though. Probably after a few chapters so you guys would get the gist of the story and stuff. Also because you guys can see like some plot development or something.
So here we go.
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A Poring's Tale PrologueHey mum… what are we doing here again?
There's something I want to show you.
… Do I have to?
Yes, dear.
Here? But this place is freaky. I might get lost!
That is why you mustn't wander off.
But…
Hush… mummy will give you a green apple when we get home. Just be quiet for now, okay?
Two Porings. Or rather, one Poring, and an Angeling, were wandering about in the middle of a forest. To the people of Rune Midgard, this forest was known as the Hidden Temple. Mist hung thick at every corner, gloom drips at each curve like an omen, with just a single step, you will find yourself in an area very much different from the previous one.
It was almost like magic.
The Poring sulked, if that was possible, but kept its mouth shut. It, he was just like any other porings: jelly-like pink blobs notorious throughout Midgard as harmless looters; also, the main source of apples in the region. However, this poring, an offspring the most extraordinary creatures, an Angeling, and an Arch-Angeling, could be easily differed from the rest; mainly because of a small topaz-coloured crystallization within his body.
Emperium.
It wasn't odd though, seeing as both of his parents were also bearers of this rare crystal. The only thing odd was the fact that he lacked the wings, size, and colour that determines his bloodline. Still, odd as it was, he wasn't different from any other poring. Green apples were always his weakness.
So… are we there yet?
Almost, dear, almost.
I still don't see why we have to do this.
Your father though it will be an interesting experience for you to discover your roots.
Roots? What roots? And how come dad isn't with us?
He had some business in Juno. He's a busy blob you know.
Still...
Ah. We're here.
They arrived in a shady part of the forest, or Temple. There were porings and poporings everywhere, many of them were hopping about, others were resting beneath the trees. The lushness of the forest could be seen so prominently here, the place was green, green to such an extent of purity one could not imagine. Trees towered around the area, creating a small canopy while shrubs and ferns grew at the sides. Soft grass and moss carpeted the ground, completing the tranquility that surrounded the place.
Mum can I go play with them? Pleease!?
Okay dear, but first, we have to look at the Tree.
The tree…?
It wasa tree. A large tree in fact. No fruits hung from its branches however, unlike the more common trees in the Temple. The young poring was puzzled though. Throughout his tranquil life in Poring Land, he seen almost every type of tree, and knew all about them, how they grew, they're seedlings, their growth patterns, and most importantly, what edible stuff they drop. This tree however, wasn't at all familiar. One thing was noticeable though; the tree had markings of blobs.
Porings?
The angeling gazed at the tree proudly.
This is our Family Tree, son. Thousands of generations of Porings, preserved beneath its very banches.
Wow… the Poring scanned the Tree. Izzat me?
It pointed at a small curvature, with markings of pink, winged blobs, and traced it down to where a pink one, met a grey one. And beneath it was another pink blob. It was wingless, unlike the rest; however, it had a small speck of yellow sand grit stuck in the middle of its body.
The angeling nodded.
What's that thing inside me? The poring gestured at the grit. I'm the only one with it.
It's a birthright, son.
Cool. It swelled with pride. So can I go play now?
The angeling stared at the poring for a few seconds, and broke into tinkling laugh. Of course son, but I thought you would be more interested in this. She shook her head, smiling. Go on, have fun.
Aw, I was interested, but honestly it got boring after the first few seconds, he boinked off towards the other blobs. You owe me an apple when we get home!
The angeling watched her son as he bounced around with his fellow Porings, and they're slightly bigger, more poisonous cousins, the Poporings. She knew that he was somewhat... different than the rest, that shard of emperium within his body radiated a strange aura. She could feel it. It just wasn't natural that a completely new breed of poring would be created from the combination her and her mate. At least he should be given wings.
In truth, she was worried.
He was too young to suffer the burden of an emperium. She herself did not crystallize one until the age of 20. He, however, was barely 10 months of Age and had already fashioned a rather large piece. However, if it was working any sort of magic on him, it certainly did not show it. His tastes and patterns are still that of an ordinary, young poring. She had already consulted the elders, the Masterings, but they failed to elaborate, only that he was meant for great things in the future. That wasn't much of a surprise. It was an emperium after all. Still, the emperium in him was lying fallow, and fate hadn't decided on what to do with it.
Normally, this was something parents should be proud of. Their child, a great figure for all, a prodigy of sorts. But motherly instincts still kicked in. Things like: He is too young! He can't do it alone! He isn't strong enough! Filled her mind. She knew that she could not protect him forever, and that one day he would also leave her. He was too 'powerful' for one Angeling to take care of. His father wasn't even doing his fair share of work, always off in Juno, doing who knows what.
Hey mum! She snapped back to reality. When are we going back home?
Quite soon, first I have to see your elders.
You mean those fat porings?
The MASTERINGS young one, you will speak respectfully about them
Well, they are fat...She shook her head. Somehow. Such impertinence... but those were the ways of the young ones. Never knowing the true importance of they're duties.
Suddenly, the ground shook.
It seemed to hit the nerve of the poring community. They all started hopping off frantically, as though they were trying to escape from the rumblings. Everyone was jumping about, banging into each other and hopping into bushes. It was utter pandemonium.
The ground rumbled again. Something was coming. Something big.
Then, just as suddenly, it stopped.
What the- And then she saw it, just behind her child. A Baphomet.
A hulking ram-like creature on legs, with a scythe as big as itself, this one looked hungry, very hungry. And it seemed that the nearest Poring, the one with a sparkly body, had caught its attention. It didn't even seem to realize that he was in danger. Slowly… it raised its scythe…
The little poring would have no idea.
NO! The angeling dove right into the baphomet, like a rabbit colliding with an elephant. But somehow, it was just enough for it to narrowly miss its target. However, the force was so great, it shoved back both porings at least twenty back.
Son! Run! I'll try to slow it down! She knew it was impossible, but it would buy some time for her young one to escape.
Mum! What is that? The little poring was frantic; it couldn't seem to find the energy, or the motivation to hop a single step.
The baphomet snarled, it obviously wasn't happy that dinner was interupted. But it wasn't giving up. Swatting the angeling aside, it lunged at the smaller, wingless Poring again, this time; it knew it was a hit.
Fortunately, the mother had a backup plan.
Incolumitas Moenia!
Scythe met poring. However, it didn't seem to touch anything. There was a purplish-pink aura surrounding the poring, guarding him from any physical attack.
The Baphomet growled and delivered more blows, each more brutal than the last. However, it was futile. The beast let loose a horrendous roar of frustration and switched to the nearest target, the Angeling. Any meal was as good as the other. And this poring, with its magical powers exhausted, seemed just as easy as the previous one.
The Angeling, still bruised and battered by the last attack she received, held her ground, refusing to yield.
The scythe went down.
NO! MOTHER! The poring tried to dive towards his mother, tried to save her, but something grabbed him away. Mum…
The last thing he saw was a card, fluttering towards him.
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You guys can tell I really like to write stuff. Or have a lot of free time.
So I hope it was up to standard and stuff. Feel free to tell me how I can touch up on it, like, if it's too, uh, cutesy, or weird, or whatever. I'm trying to grab personalities onto writing, so I was wondering if the dialogue and actions were okay.
And yeah, that poor poring is my main character, so lets like watch over him as he grows up and stuffs.