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AN: Hey everybody! And a special hello to you Arkos fans! I know I said the title was 'Gold as a Sunbeam,' but it wasn't catchy for me. But title aside, this is it!
Pyrrha gets her novel romance story with her and Jaune. Bear in mind, this is only the prologue, so don't be expecting anything too much in the beginning. Let's begin.
Pyrrha was ecstatic as she opened her long awaited package. Using her money she got from being famous she was able to get a tweaked out version of her favorite book with special illustrations and a hard cover. Taking the book out, she marveled at it's velvety smoothness and how it had the smell of fresh print and crisp paper. This was her secret treasure. Opening it up, she delved into the story.
Prologue
Long ago when the earth was still flat and the people walked the cold pitch-black lands, the fates intervened and gave the people a gift. With one man, they gave him control of fire. He was given the gift to share the light with the people around him. As he put light into the skies, the people rejoiced in the warmth and glow. And the man of fire danced with his people.
And with the ability to see around them, the people saw how dead the land was they walked upon. So the fates gifted another man with the power of the rain and thunder. As the rain fell with thunder shouting it's presence, the lands soon grew with life. And so the people rejoiced and prospered. And so the man of rain and thunder sang with his people.
As time passed, the two men had grown old and frail but clung into their gifts. As death approached, they soon passed their gifts onto their descendants. This cycle had continued onwards with the passing of times. As time went on, families were made and the wielders of the gifts were loved and rejoiced by all.
Many years later
High atop a mountain thunder roared with the wails of a little baby inside a stone temple. Shackled to a pillar, a man of great build and youth breathed heavily as his whole body bled. It was the man of fire with his hair shaven and badly bruised.
In front of him, a man with a portly build wearing red armor stood in front of him whilst holding the crying newborn in his one arm and a whip made of lightning in the other. It was the new man of rain and thunder and his next descendant.
"I tell you this again, brother." The thunder wielder snarled. "Raise my child as the new man of fire."
"Why? You know it is against the rules." The man of fire rasped. "Your child shall bear thunder and rain, and only that."
"Because!" The man shouted. Thunder and lightning boomed outside with the man's voice. "I tire of my gift. People no longer rejoice with what I bring. They only moan and whine like ants with what I give."
"But with you!" He snarled, stepping forward to dig a finger into the man's cheek. "You bring them the sun and they smile as you walk with them. You take it away and they go home to their families still smiling with a fire in their home. Why should only you and your ilk be loved, while mine will be seen as unwanted?"
"So I tell you again." The angry father said stepping back. "Give my child your gift. And all will be forgotten."
"And what of your gift?" The shackled man asked in return. "Will my descendant have it?"
He was met with silence with only the thunder outside making any response.
"I see." The man of fire said, understanding what the thunder wielder wanted.
With a mighty roar, the chains that had held him had melted as he erupted into a pillar of flames. His once bald head was now a mane of fire and his body now burning hot red embers. As he stepped forward to the man who had him shackled, the temple shook with his steps.
"You come to my home, shackle me to my pillar, demand great plenty from me, and expect to not give anything in return." His voice boomed.
Cracks of light had pierced out of the dark clouds and the whole temple started heating up to the point where the thunder user's armor was soon burning his skin. As he tried to summon a drought of rain to pour onto the burning man, he saw it for naught as the vapors had soon evaporated before it could touch him.
"Please!" The man of rain and thunder soon begged, holding his child away from his burning armor and turning away from the angered man. "I ask for your forgiveness. I beg you."
Seeing his flames close to hurting the innocent newborn, the flames had died down and the light had diminished. Exhaling the steam from his lungs, the man of fire had shown forgiveness to his brother and child.
"Go." He muttered, pointing to the stairs. "Be this your last warning."
"Thank you brother." Said the father not turning around.
Turning around himself, the man of fire was to go to his bed but was stopped by the sounds of a loud boom and a great pain in his back. He had done a great mistake by turning his back. He had been shot with a pulse of lightning. Feeling himself paralyzed, he could do no more than lay on the ground and convulse. His head was picked up and he felt his body being dragged to the baby laying on the floor still wailing.
"Look at him." The father commanded while holding his brother's eyes open with his fingers. "LOOK AT HIM!"
As his eyes made contact on the newborn, a jolt of electricity had coursed into his head. His body tried to muster a flame to burn the hands on his head, but could not do so as he was in tremendous pain. As the pain became too much, he screamed as he felt his life draining and saw the baby before him glow with the gift of fire being given to him.
"You've cheated." The former man of fire rasped in his last breath. "The fates will not be kind to you."
SNAP!
With a twist of his neck, the man of thunder and rain had killed his brother. Picking his child up with one arm and marveling at the warmth he generated, he dragged the corpse of his brother to the side of the cliff.
"Let them be unkind." He chuckled, throwing the corpse into the dark and jagged abyss below. "They have already created gods that walk with man. What more can they do now?"
Years Later
"I present to you, the new flame." The man of thunder and rain shouted to the people while holding his son up high. "Bow at his presence."
While some had rejoiced, others had a deep nagging in their mind asking of what became of the former flame. Their voices were unheard and as time passed on, the question was forgotten.
'Thunder belly has broken the rules.' Someone whispered in an unknown area.
'His ilk will pay for this.' Another voice snarled.
'Not yet, dear.' The first voice whispered. 'The time is not yet right.'
1000 years later
The once lush green lands were now a desolate desert. The new man of fire and his predecessors were as cruel as their ancestor. Only the rich would prosper from the lush greens in an inner circle while the poor lived in the dry lands. A cloud of rain would wash over them from time to time, but it did more harm than good as it killed the crops and flooded their homes.
A temple was to be built in the center of the world. There, the self-proclaimed deities along with their families would stay to be with the people. They had forced the poor to build the temple themselves and had taken all the beautiful women from the lands to be with them as their wives and mistresses.
'Is the time to start now?' The voice whispered impatiently.
'Patience.' The other voice reprimanded. 'All in good time.'
'Very well.'
Another millennia passed
'The time is now, dear.' The voice said with a small laugh.
'Finally!' It cheered in glee.
In the high temple
As the people slept soundly in their beds, the new man of fire had a vision in his dreams. A prophecy had been told to him that spoke of his and his family's undoing.
A rule was broken, and purity lost
It's time to pay the mighty cost
As he woke up, the voices did not stop as it still echoed into his ears. Running to his brother, he found that he too was suffering from the voices.
A rule was broken, and purity lost
It's time to pay the mighty cost
"What is this?" He shouted, waking up the whole temple.
You all shall die by another's hand
By he who raise life from the land
"Show yourself!" The man of thunder and rain shouted, shooting a bolt all around him.
A man whose strength is gentle but strong
His power so great to fix the wrong
"Who is he?" They shouted, searching for the voices.
Whose mind is sharp and very clever
Try all for naught, your heads will sever
At the last verse, the voices had stopped but had spooked the two men of gifts. Looking around them, the saw their wives and children looking upon them with fear and concern. Spotting a priest, they asked if he had heard what they had heard themselves only for him to shake his head. After repeating the verse to them, the priest took a while to absorb all the information.
"The fates must be sending someone to kill you my lords." The priest said while quivering under their intense gaze. "I-I believe that they speak of a warrior. Someone strong and quick with a blade. A mortal probably. Someone strong enough to raise people from the dead to lead an army against you."
"Leave us." The man of fire breathed out, motioning to all of them.
As the wives and children exited, the two brothers had discussed their next action. Down below them was the rich city and the poor dry lands. But across the boarders was another small village. Not taking any chances, the two had gone off into the night to kill every warrior and soldier. Fire rained from the skies and floods and thunder destroyed the lands as they killed every man and teenage boy. It had all been done in a night, and the only thing heard until morning was the mourning of wives and children for their fallen husbands, fathers, and brothers.
Pyrrha, one of the youngest daughters of the man of fire had peeked out from a window and saw it all. Gifted with the eyes of a hawk, she could see far as the high mountains and held nothing but remorse in her heart as she watched the people cry. Looking up to see her father and uncle coming in with a triumphant grin on their face, she could only think one thing.
'How cruel.' The little girl shuddered, hugging herself and trembling as the cries of pain would not stop. 'I wish I was never born from such a monster.'
The two men did not know so, but they had started the prophecy on its way. The fates looked upon the destroyed homes and shook their heads on what had been done. They knew they were partially to blame for this disaster. Taking stones from the earth, hey each gripped them in each other's hands before they gently rolled them down into the earth. This was only the beginning.
Closing the book, Pyrrha sighed as she looked at the time. By now, it was time for her and Jaune to do their regular warm ups before training. Tucking the book away in her trunk, she went off to meet her crush.
End
AN: Yeah, the rhyming wasn't that great. I had this idea in my head after playing a few games and reading lots of manga with kingdoms and politics. Look forward to the net chapter though.
(may as well do it since it's a special announcement)
ANYWAYS!
Hey all Those Days fans. Are you still a bit disheartened that the comedic fic ended? What? You moved on? …Great! Because it's coming back with a new spin-off!
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I don't know if you guys are outwardly cheering or mentally cheering because I cant see you through my computer screen, but yes! I'm writing another comedy. This time I'm putting it in the M section. Why?
…NO it's not because its going to have any lemons! It's supposed to make you bust a gut, not bust a nut. (hehe)
It's going to be called Crayon Days. If the title didn't make it obvious, it's like Crayon Shin-Chan. So expect dirty jokes, more references that I didn't put in the last one, more character involvements, and the ships of Those Days.
Oh yeah! And the students are kindergarteners while people who were dead aren't dead. It's an AUish thing with Grimm still around, but you get it. At least I think you do. …I'm really giving you the benefit of the doubt you do get it.