A/N's: Hey everyone! This is a fic I wrote a while back! Like when I was 11! O-o I hope it's okay…I did some editing. I found this piece and decided to post it. Hope you all like it!
Level One- The Awakening.
(Theme Music Simple and Clean starts to play as we see three children falling in water, for a strange reason, smiling. One, a girl and the other two, boys. )
"We've been having these strange memories lately."
" memories…"
"lately…"
"Like was any of that for real or not?"
"…not?"
(The three children keep falling in the water, yet they open their eyes. The theme Simple and Clean starts to pick up speed now. )
You're giving me too many things
Lately you're all I need
You smiled at me and said,
(The three kids appear on the sunny beach of their home and in the water they see their mother who is welcoming them joyfully. They run out to her but notice a huge wave coming over. They reach out for their mother's hand but it's too late, she's swept away from them and they are forced from her, yet grab onto one other.)
Don't get me wrong I love you
But does that mean I have to meet your father?
When we are older you'll understand
What I meant when I said "No,
I don't think life is quite that simple"
(The three children get plunged deeper into the water. Finally, they find themselves getting up out of the water to see their drenched mother smiling at them. They run to her but the girl notices something sparkling out on the sea and runs out to it, her brothers in hot pursuit.)
When you walk away
You don't hear me say please
Oh baby, don't go
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
It's hard to let it go
(The girl finds the sparkling thing to be a rock that scratches her hand making it bleed. The blood drips down into the sea. The rock falls with the blood. Her brothers come out to her to see their mother is gone. )
Wish I could prove I love you
But does that mean I have to walk on water?
When we are older you'll understand
It's enough when I say so
And maybe some things are that simple
(They run back to see their father with their mother and they run to them, laughing. The parents await them but then look into the sky and gasp. )
Hold me
Whatever lies beyond this morning
Is a little later on
Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all
Nothing's like before
(In the sky are the three siblings falling. The kids look up in horror as they themselves are being pulled into the water. They disappear, their parents reaching out to them. )
Nothing's like before…
Before they knew what was happening, the three children were plunged downward and landed softly on what seemed to be nothing at all. But after a few moments, the children gasped as hundreds of white doves flew around them to reveal the floor was a stained glass picture of a teenaged girl with short red hair and a purple skirt. The three children sat dumb struck as they watched the doves fly peacefully away.
They heard a voice. "Walk forward," it said. The three children, without knowing what they were doing did as they were told only to have a great wind come up and sweep them in three separate directions. The youngest, the girl reached out her hand but was pulled apart too fast.
When the three all opened their eyes, they were in the same place only without their siblings. There was no sign of struggle, as if they had been there all along. They heard and saw three pedestals come up. The pedestals held a sword, a shield, and a magic staff. Then the same voice spoke again. "Choose you path well."
The young girl looked around at the items and ran for the one in front of her: the sword. She had to jump to reach it but once she had grabbed it she was caught in the wind again and was feeling the same rush that she did when she was separated from her siblings.
The middle boy was in the same room only, once again, alone. He looked around and saw that to his slight south east was a shield. He too heard the voice and grabbed the shield, again to be rushed away.
Finally, the oldest boy chose the magic staff with the strange shape on the top of it carved out of blue stone. They were all transported back together. Obviously, they were relieved to be together again, yet couldn't help showing off their weapons to one another. But they had little time to gloat as the floor underneath them began to break apart and they were plunged once again downward.
This time, their landing was a bit more graceful. They were in room in which on the floor there was a boy with white hair, a yellow colored top, and blue pants. Still, like the last stained glass floor, they did not recognize him. Once again, the voice spoke: it said, slowly and serenely, "Now you will learn to fight." Out of the ground came at least five black creatures, each with glowing yellow eyes and antennae. The trio all nervously drew their weapons and attacked. The girl was hit by one of the creatures only to destroy the Shadow after its attack with her sword. After seeing their one fallen comrade, the other shadows disappeared.
Again the floor shook and this time, it disappeared as they were transported to another room where the floor had no person but many hearts and other symbols. In this room there seemed to be a transparent door.
The youngest ran over to the door and tried to open it, to no avail. The other two tried it, but once again had no success. Behind them materialized a treasure chest and the oldest boy carefully opened it. In front of them a large crate appeared. The three looked at each other, slightly confused.
The youngest one shrugged and ran over to the crate. She quickly started to push it, but couldn't without the help of her brothers. She beckoned them over and they ran to her aid. Even when the three of them pushed it, it had no affect.
The middle child grew frustrated and raised his shield. He turned to the two other kids and they nodded, also drawing their weapons. They nodded their heads three times, and on the third time, brought their weapons down to smash the crate.
The door became more visible, and behind them materialized a barrel. The three looked at each other again, once more confused by the strange puzzle. The youngest one shrugged and walked over to the barrel, drawing her sword. She slashed it down, and the barrel broke apart.
A bright noise flittered behind them and the three saw that the door was now visible. The three smiled at one another, feeling as though they succeeded and ran over to the door. The girl grabbed the two large handles and opened the door as wide as it could go.
As the bright light that had flashed faded, outside they saw what looked like the laundry hanging spot on their island. In the well-known place were three people: one was a small girl who had on a yellow dress. The other was a small boy with messy blonde hair, and the last one was an older boy with red hair. They had never seen these people but they went up to them anyway, wondering if they had any information that might help them determine their whereabouts. The youngest girl of the trio talked to the younger girl.
"What's most important to you?" the girl in the yellow dress asked.
"Friendship," the female of the trio answered promptly.
"Is friendship really that important?" replied the girl.
The middle boy walked up to the messy haired boy.
"What are you most afraid of?"
"Being alone," answered the middle boy.
"Is being alone really that scary?"
The oldest one walked up to the red haired one.
"What do you want out of life?"
"To broaden my horizons," answered the older one.
"To broaden your horizons huh?" he answered.
They heard the mysterious voice again. "You want to broaden your horizons. You're afraid of being alone. You value friendship. Your path is set. Your journey starts midday. Keep a steady pace and you should be okay."
The children stared at each other, bewildered about what "journey" the voice was speaking of, but had no time to react as once again, a bright light shined, and they were whisked away.
The trio was once again transported to a stained glass floor room, but this one had a picture of two people. One was a duck and the other, a tall dog. They both strangely had clothes on and held weapons; a shield and a magic staff. Still, once again they had no time to admire the floor as out of it came the black shadowed creatures again.
This time they attacked with more confidence. As they were destroyed a green portal appeared and they stepped into it, recovering their strength. As they stepped out of it, a huge stained glass staircase appeared and they timidly walked up to it.
The older boy stepped on the first staircase, and motioned that it was all right to walk on it. The two others followed him. They walked slowly and carefully, making sure not to lose their footing on the staircase. The only thing below them was a black void that seemed to go on forever.
Finally, the three reached the top of the staircase, relieved to be off of the high height. As they all stepped onto the steady floor, they looked down at the elaborate glass that was beneath their feet.
This room had a floor with a boy with brown hair and large red shorts. His shoes were bright yellow and he seemed awfully familiar for some reason. He smiled cheerfully at them, his eyes blue and shining.
They heard the voice once more, and this time it scared them with its eerie connotation. It said, "The closer you get to the light the larger your shadow will be..."
They froze as their shadows grew into one and seemed to take a 3 dimensional shape. It formed into a huge muscular monster, it was horrid, at least 6 stories tall with a large hole for a heart. Its eyes glowed yellow and it had many antennae, like its hair. The trio looked horrified and tried to run but saw that they were fighting on a cylinder and there was nothing but the floor underneath their feet. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. They knew they had to fight.
As the youngest girl jumped forward with her sword, she slashed at the beast's hand and saw it cripple under the blow. The children looked at each other and knew…the weak point of the mammoth was his hand.
The huge dark thing seemed to gather energy in its hand and then, with great force, pushed it into the ground. A mighty wave of energy hit the oldest one sending him flying. The other two rushed to him but he assured them he was okay. Out of the place where the thing had put its hand came the shadowed creatures from before.
The three nodded to each other. The smaller creatures would only get in the way of their true objective. They rushed forward, each destroying the weaker creatures, then focusing on the prize at hand. They rushed forward and sliced the monster with tall their might.
The dark monster had now seemed to tear open its stomach to reveal a portal of blue light. The blue light turned into beams and flew out of the monster's chest straight at the children. The trio had no choice but to run. The youngest one was hit by one and her partners helped her to her feet until the onslaught stopped.
The battle continued that way. They got hits in until all hope seemed lost. Their power was critically low and the thing seemed still ready to fight. Then they saw the boy on the floor. His bright smile, jolly attitude, and bright eyes gave them strength and the power to keep going in the fight. They felt a jolt of light and energy. For some reason he gave them hope and with their last burst of energy they found words to describe their attacks. Their weapons began to glow brightly, and their spirits glowed brighter. They banded together and screamed:
"Firaga!" yelled the oldest one sending out a giant fire stream out of his magic staff.
"Tornado!" yelled the middle one spinning around and attacking with his shield.
"Sonic Blade!" yelled the youngest one and with all of her strength she plunged the sword into the thing's hand destroying it.
With the last of the beast's strength he plunged his hand into the ground and the trio saw themselves being sucked in by the darkness. They stretched their hands up but it was no use. But they heard the voice for the last time.
"But don't be afraid."
Still the dark energy surrounded them…
"You three hold the mightiest weapons of all."
They tried to breathe but it was no use…
"And don't forget."
They knew they couldn't get out…
"You are the one who will open the door."
And they felt themselves being drained into the darkness...
Oh…my…God…that…was…so…BAD!
Time to flame my OWN fic:
This first chapter has only bits and pieces of originality: the boss is the same, the weapons are the same, and the basic outline is the same. It's like the tutorial all over again.
There were SERIOUS mechanics problems before I edited it. There are probably still some little quirks…crap.
The writing, as a whole, isn't that great at all. Okay…it sucks. But hey, I was eleven! Oh well, that's my flame. There's probably way more.
The next chapter I HOPE will be SLIGHTLY better since I spent more time editing that one. Don't worry, by Chapter 3, the story will be back to my old writing skills.