Prologue Part 1: Long Before Time
~980 AD
The man left his home, his family. Everything he owned. All he carried with him was a single piece of parchment bearing a poem. Alas! He was a good, powerful man in his village. He craved more than what he had though, and that was the beginning of his downfall.
"Mother? When will father be back?" The little boy asked. His mother came over to him and caressed his unruly lock of wheat-gold hair.
"I don't know Arago. I don't know…" The two stared into the edge of the village, trying to picture him, coming back from his journey. He received a map in a form of a legend, supposedly to lead him to a great power when his father had died. It was passed on, from generation to generation, since, well, who knows when. *I tried to stop him. There, there's something… something, I can't quite make out of all of this. All I know is that nothing good will become of this.* She led the small boy back into the village square.
No one could see through the dark passageways. It was the same walkway that many others before him traveled through; only to meet their end. "I miss my family. I know they are the same. Maybe this is not such a good idea. But I have started it already, and I will not quit, until I get it!" His lantern flickered, almost blacking out entirely. The rocky walls around him seem to cave in and bats fluttered endlessly around him.
A bony hand (at least it felt like one!) grabbed at his ankle, and he jumped back in surprise. He turned to see a skeleton, all the flesh rotted off already, eyeing him, as if to say go back if you don't want to end up like me. The air began to get more dank and musty. The light appeared to be sucked in the space in front of him. It started to get darker, more foreboding. "I must be close to it. I can feel its power surging through me."
Ahead of him, an eerie light glowed. He froze, staring behind the light and into a tomb-like structure containing what he sought after. "What?!? Is that all?! A measly armor! It is not even worthy of my wearing!" He looked at the white armor, radiating a faint ruby. It seemed to be calling to him, telling him to put it on. The man placed his hand on the breastplate and shuddered. It contained power. More power than he would ever have in his life… unless…
He took the armor in his arms and gave in.
{… "Father? Father?… Father!" The boy ran to his dad who gathered him in his arms. "Father! I missed you so much!" His face was gleaming. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and storm clouds passed overhead. "What's happening?" the boy's father let him fall to the ground as an armor formed around him. "Nooooo!" his father said, but the armor already took over him. "Father?" "Stay away from me!" a pained look passed his face before the visor closed around his face….}
"Huh!" Arago hugged himself and rocked back and forth. He was only five and a half, turning six when the moon is whole again. His dream really worried him, and his young face was twisted in anguish at what he just saw (dreamed) before. "No.. my father would never do that!" he laid back on his bed and looked across the room to see his mom, sleeping on the small bench. She was by the window, ever waiting for the return of her husband. *She's safe! I knew my father would never do that! The shaman was wrong! Dreams don't come true!* His head fell back unto the mat of straw as he returned to a fitful sleep.
"What is it? Why is everyone outside?" The boy woke up at all of the shouting and screaming beyond the village.
"Talpa is back!" His mother said excitedly.
"What? Father!" he hurried out the door. The first thing he sees is the glare of the white armor. "No!" he whispered under his breath.
"What are you waiting for?!? Let's go and meet him!" his mother ran ahead of him, her arms wide open.
"No! Mother! Wait! We're not suppo-" His father lifted one of the long swords, and prepared to strike down his wife. "Father!"
The sword came down and his mother fell back on the ground, her face showed shock and tears started to flow. Soon her blue-gray eyes shut, forever. *My dream!* Arago could not believe it, the villagers did too. The boy did the only thing he could think of. He ran. He ran and he did not stop until the familiar scent of his hideaway welcomed him. He often visited this place to play his instrument, a small bugle, the one that his father bought him from one of his travels, and also to think. His mother often said that he will be a shaman when he grows up. *I don't want to be! This isn't fair! Why did I have to dream that! It's my fault! It's all my fault! If I didn't have the dream, then mother will still be alive!* and so he cried, now without a mother to comfort him.
*No! Stop it! Stop it this instance!* But the armor would not stop. It kept killing and slaughtering everyone in its path. And seemed to be growing stronger with each bloodthirsty kill. *NO! Kaora! Why did you make me do that! I love her!* *No! Your heart has no more room for love! When you donned this armor, all of your hatred and greed took over. And so, you were the one who killed your wife!*
Arago finally came out of his hiding. The sky was still darkened, but somehow, he felt at peace with the world. *You must stay away from your father* something inside him said. He stepped out into the open, and saw a door appear out of nowhere. It called out to him, leading his feet. *Find help there!* the voice in his head spoke to him again. He still made his way to the door, which was very tall, seeming to touch the endless sky and very wide (from a kid's point of view). It had strange markings on it, but the child paid no heed, after all, it just looked like some designs on a door. He took a step in the door, and fell through.
~TBC
*So? How do you guys like it so far? I kinda typed up the story before
the prologue (cuz i'm messed up), but don't worry... when you find this
site, it's probably all finished. This is a really retarded and sucky story
with no overall plot and it's probably the worse you've read. Anyway, any
*ANY!* input is accepted... that means EMAIL me! Okay ^_^ Now that
i got that out... Well, there's more where these come from, stay tuned
for more words that form sentences that form paragraphs that form pages
that supposedly tell a story (i don't know if mine does).
~Misty