Chapter 1- Viribus Naturae
Forces of Nature
Authors note
So I was viciously attacked by the plot bunnies today while working on math; as a result I was inspired to do this story. I have always wanted to write a story that focuses on the more obscure characters so I guess I was asking for the plot bunnies to attack me. Anyway I hope you enjoy it, and please review, it helps me correct any errors that I may have missed writing this.
For anyone who cares I have put Warped Reflections on hiatus as I am rewriting it but until then I am not going to put the rest of it up (see my profile for more information).
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He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it. (Martin Luther King, Jr.)
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I was dying. The sharp pain where my left wing had once been had faded to a dull throb that was slowly numbing as the blood continued to pool around my side like some kind of twisted halo. My lungs must have been crushed when I was rammed into the ground; breathing was becoming a losing battle as I felt the breaths become smaller and smaller. Various other cuts and bruises laced my body but I had long since given up on trying to take in the battered shape I was in, it wouldn't matter for long anyway.
My eyes drifted to the stars sparkling above me, laughing at my impending doom. I closed my eyes and waited for the end, to finally be free to do what I could not do when I was alive. I counted the heartbeats echoing in my ears as they slowed, long pauses stretched out between them as I felt the blood cooling around me. Eyes closed I waited for the end.
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Sharp pieces of what I presumed was glass crunched under my feet as I made my way to where I had seen my foe fall. I had to give him credit, he flew quite far for someone with only one wing, but I was going to finish what I started. He was so wounded it would have been inhumane to leave him here to die in agony from blood loss or trauma, one cut and it would end in seconds.
Lost in my own musings I failed to see the small crevice in the ground and found myself twisting my foot and falling on my face. Cursing my idiocy to Nova I attempted to put weight on my hurt foot, only to hiss and fall on my face again. It was twisted or broken leaving me stranded here as well as my foe. My wings were laced with cuts and I was pretty sure that I had at least one broken bone; my foe had put up quite the struggle and we were both paying dearly for the fight.
"Ultimate warrior in all the cosmos" I mused my new title as I hopped toward my foe once more, I had summoned him to prove that I was the strongest yet…why did this title fill me with no sense of pride or accomplishment? I had prevailed, bested my foe, and yet all I felt was a cold sense of dread. There was more to this warrior that what I had been told by Nova, that was a given, but how much more could there be to him? He was an evil warrior, locked away to save the universe, I had done everyone a great favor by besting him and there would be no issue with ending his life.
Or was he evil at all? While fighting he had not broken any of the code of chivalry nor had he tried to inflict any unnecessary damage on me, he had only tried to win. The same could be said for me and I did not believe that I was malicious or evil so why was he the villain? He had just tried to save his own life, was that an evil act? So why was he imprisoned and branded as a dark, uncontrollable force?
Nova wasn't an evil entity to my knowledge, yet I had sensed that there were some dark forces behind the former champion's imprisonment; why was there so much conflict in this particular foe? I knew that he was strong, the many cuts and jabs from his lance was tribute to that, yet I had bested him and I was not being pursued by Nova nor was I being locked up like he was and I had BESTED him. Why? Why was this warrior locked away and not I?
As I hobbled along my thought s grew darker and darker, there was something very, very, VERY wrong with this whole situation. I mentally gather all of the information I had; a warrior of unknown origins was locked up and branded as a malicious and evil force bend on causing a cosmic disturbance, he was locked away for 5,000 years by a cosmic force that was meant to protect the universe from harm. As I rolled those thoughts around in my head the more present my unease became; I did not like this situation at all.
A moan broke me from my thoughts, as I searched for the source I found the subject of my musings laying a pool of his own blood. His mask was cracked and he was missing the rest of his armor, he must have ditched it to lighten his load while flying knowing that I was useless to keep. He one remaining wing was stained red form his blood and his red eyes were closed. Gently I poked him with the flat of my sword, if what I had deduced was true he may not be an enemy at all. Suddenly his eyes flew open as he shot up gasping and searching for his weapon.
His eyes met mine and he froze in shock. Slowly he looked down at the pool of blood at his feet and then back to me and then back to the blood once again. I stood there in shock, this was not the reaction I was expecting, finally I found my voice and spoke "are you…ok?"
His mournful cry was my answer as he gripped the side of his face and, cried? "No" his voice was lighter than I thought it would be, softer, sadder than what I had expected. "No NononoNONONO" he sobbed "why will you not let me die! There is no reason for me to live, no more purpose in my life so let me DIE' with that he flung off his mask and buried his face into his hands.
I cleared my throat to let him know that I was still there witnessing his break down. He removed his face form his hands a looked at me, and I forgot to breath for a moment. My foe was NOT male but rather was a female with dark pink skin and bright orange eyes. I repeated my question "are you ok miss…"
"Galacta Knight" she replied, picking up on my hesitation "my…name it Galacta Knight" he pause worried me.
Suddenly my brain caught up with the rest of me and I rushed forward and grabbed her. She attempted to struggle out of my grip but the blood loss had taken its toll. "What are you doing?" she yelped as I froze in shock, she didn't have one wing she had two.
"Your wing" I yelled scrambling back "It was gone but now it is back" I fixed an awed look at her "how is that possible?"
She gently tugged at the feathers on her recently regrown wing, "that doesn't matter right now I have to leave" she spun on her heels and retrieved her mask and lance, she must have located the latter after he breakdown.
I didn't even have a chance to respond as she shot up and flew away from me. Slack jawed under the mask I stood there and watched as a familiar golden comet blasted toward the rapidly retreating Galacta Knight as she attempted to escape Nova. Before I even knew what I was doing I unfurled my wings and took to the sky at save a warrior who I had been fighting less than an hour ago.
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So yeah…BLAME THE PLOT BUNNIES. Actually I really like this idea and wrote the entire storyline out before even starting on this chapter. Anyway I hope you liked it and Review please I really makes my day.
P.S- yes I know that I personified Galacta Knight as a girl in my other stories but I thought that it would be better to have Galacta as a girl in this story so Galacta is a girl here. XK