Parallels
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Chapter 10
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Stepping through the rift, Isaac surveyed the surrounding area. Off in the distance stood a series of tents, as well as houses, clouded in darkness. The moon shone above, illuminating the surrounding areas in an eery, gastly glow. Glancing beside him, he noticed Hamma's apparent uneasyness. Felix stood behind them, his gaze fixed towards the ground. Walking forward, Isaac noticed that the number of trees were suprisingly increased since he last looked arou-
*I'm not home.*
Turning around, he made his way towards the tear, only to witness it close in on itself, vanishing in mere seconds. Isaac heard Hamma gasp, continuing to stroke her hands to ease her worrying.
He led them towards the village, noticing that many tents had a little age on them, like they had been rotting for a while. Glancing at the span of tents, many of them looked as though they had been collapsed, almost...burned. Looking at the buildings, he noticed that many were gutted, their roofs gone, their walls standing by themselve.
*It's a dead village... No...*
Glancing at Felix, he noticed that his young friend was busy with something on the ground. Wondering what he could have found, Isaac's words were drowned out by Hamma's scream.
Turning around, Isaac stared into a violant blue rupture, a massive ammount of psynergy that had appeared out of nowhere. Unsure what was happening, Isaac took several steps back. Hamma stood behind him, probably hoping that he would help her. Felix, for whatever reason, was still staring at the ground, his mind elsewhere, obviously. The intensity of the light died down, drawing Isaac to gaze at it.
Isaac watched as two figures walked forward. For a second he thought he saw more, but he dismissed it as his imagination. Looking at the two figures that approached, he frowned.
One of them was a man, rather young, wearing a fair ammount of armor. The other was tall, bulky, and...
*Garet.*
Staring, Isaac watched as "Garet" and the warrior approached, their weapons drawn. Isaac noticed that while the warrior carried a sword, "Garet" wielded an axe.
As they neared, "Garet" summoned a small ball of fire, illuminating the surrounding area.
"Lord Garet, I didn't know the Master was out here!"
"That's not the Master, you fool. The Resistance has an imposter!"
Unsure what they were talking about, Isaac barely had time to grab Hamma and hit the ground as Garet's ball of fire lept out, passing over their heads and barely clearing Felix. Scrambling to get to his feet, Isaac rose, watching as Garet prepared another volley. Isaac froze, summoning a mound of dirt to rise up to shield himself from the pume of fire.
Having bought himself a few seconds, Isaac moved to the side, summoning the ground to gather nutrients, to feed the vines that he summoned, snatching Garet and raising him above the ground. The Martian yelled as he rose, swinging his axe in a vain effort to cut the vines.
Glancing at the other soldier, Isaac frowned as he saw the warrior charging, his sword waving in the air. Unsure what to do, Isaac was about to release Garet to defend himself when a large tree limb slammed into the soldier, sending him sprawling. Isaac glanced to see Felix holding the limb. Hamma walked over to the wounded soldier, and placed her hand on his neck. Aburptly, he became limp, motionless.
Smiling to himself, Isaac was about to reinforce the vines against Garet's efforts to burn them when he heard feet behind him. Turning around, he noticed three figures approaching. Two were warriors, identical to the one that was just knocked out. The other...
*IVAN?*
Releasing Garet to fall with a thud, Isaac turned to charge the Jupitarian, trying to muster up some more vines to ensnare the Jupitarian. Before he was able to, sleep filled his mind, his body becoming limp. As he fell, he saw Ivan approaching, hoping that Hamma got away...
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Green! So green and so nice! Bristly, tall, verdent! So life-filled!
We are amazed by it, amazed by how it grows with us. In the other world, we shared a bond with the lands, with the animals. Here a bond we share. A bond not unlike the one we share with him.
We don't know how it happened. One day, our mind was one, then accident happened and we became us. He tried to mend us, tried to join our minds. Doing so made him like us. Were it not for her, he would be us. She kept him him, and he kept us us. Then he fused with him. How, we do not know, but we know that he is the same.
When he tried to help us, we formed a link with him. How and why, we know not. We use the link, to know where he is. He helps us, and we help him. She helps him, and he helps her. She help him, he helps us, we help him, he helps her. The way of the world.
The falling of feet. The approaching of another. We hear it, unsure what it is. We look up, staring at a man waving a stick. Stick Man charges him. He cannot be harmed! We pick up a dying limb from a tree, and we use it. Oh, we used it well! He fell down, and she makes sure that he does not get up. Sweet it is to do right!
A step. The crush of grass. The approach of more. We turn, we see three others move towards us. We do not recognize any of them. Turning to him to see if he knows, he releases Garet, and we fear. Oh, if Garet catches us! What will we do? We turn to him. He has always shielded us from Garet, and will surely do it again!
But he falls, falls to the ground. We know not what caused it, but we know that he is sleeping. We can feel his mind, and we fear. Garet approaches us, and we run.
Running, running, running. We go as fast as we can. Shelter! A dwelling long since empty. We hide within, silent as the grass. We listen to the grass, listen to the movements of the others. We hear them walk away, hear them moving towards him. We rise up, looking through a crack.
PAIN! We reel in pain! The grass! The grass is pain! Pain surges through the grass, as life is taken from it. We try to look on, try to see through the blinding pain.
A glimpse we get. We see the others. One holds him, the other holds her. We want to run out, to save them, but we cannot face Garet. He will hurt us, he will!
PAIN! Pain surges in our being! We see a blue glow engulf the group, enveloping him and her along with it. We want to stop them, but the pain!
The weakness surges within us. We try to move, try to get up, but are slow at it. We walk out, walk to where he had laid.
He is not there. She is not there. The others are not there.
We are alone.
We cry in agony, from the pain in the grass, from the loss of him! Oh, how it pains us to loose him!
Snap. A twig breaks. A patch of moss is stepped on. We whirl around, turning to see what approaches. We see three approach us, and we fear. Run we must! We must run to safty!
We panic. We hear not the pleas of the dying branch to avoid falling. Too late do we hear it, too late do we realize that we cannot escape.
Turning about to see them, we notice the three figures. Two dawdle in the distance. They wear clothes that I do not know, wield sticks that I do not understand. We cannot hear them, and they do not speak.
A third approaches, and we stare at her. She wears the leathery skin of....is it plant? Or animal? We cannot tell what she wears, but we see her face. Her skin is the tint of the rocks in the river. Pale white with a tint of blue, those rocks! Her eyes are as blue as the river's water. Her hair is long and flowing. It flows like the gental waves of a strolling brook. She is perfection. Indeed, she is a goddess.
Turn away, we must! We are far from worthy to view her! She is perfetion. We are incomplete. We try to look away, but she takes our chin in her hands, turning us to face her. We stare into her eyes. Oh, how warm and pieceful they are.
Anger! She grows mad, at us? No! What could we have done to offend the goddess!? We panic, and she takes one of our hands, gently soothing it. She must be a goddess, for even her touch is one like the gentle water of the river!
She gently tugs at us, and we rise, standing up. She gently pulls us along with he, but to where? Panic. Uncertainty. We ask the grass, but it does not know. It cannot know her, yet... The grass calls her divine. She provides life to the grass. A goddess indeed!
We hear her talk to two others, but we not care. We are in the presence of divinity. We try to speak, to know who she is. She does not listen, and we fear that she is angry with us.
She turns to us, favoring us with those eyes. Oh, those goddess eyes! How we long to be studied by those eyes!
She gently pulls on our hands, and we follow.
For we are with a goddess.
For she will protect us.
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I want to start this off by saying that this version of the chapter is, without a doubt, pure trash. Why do I say that? Because not two hours prior to, I was writing this chapter in Notepad, and was doing the Review commentary when I accidentally hit the "Select All" sequence, hit a button, and accidentally deleted the pressed letter, thereby destroying any and all story that I had.
Why?
Because I didn't save like normal before the commentary.
I know that many of you will love this chapter, and will find it interesting. But bear in mind - in my eyes, this is inferior to what I had done...
I will not be doing a review commentary this time around, largely because
1) I am sick.
2) I am VERY upset over what had been destroyed.
3) I had written most of the responses before the Wipe, and would feel that any messages that I would rewrite would loose their meaning.
4) I am extremely depressed.
I will continue the commentaries next time, and I apoligize for not doint them this time. I do hope you enjoy this chapter, though I know that I never will.
Sheba - Please review to raise his spirits!
~MIKAA~
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Chapter 10
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Stepping through the rift, Isaac surveyed the surrounding area. Off in the distance stood a series of tents, as well as houses, clouded in darkness. The moon shone above, illuminating the surrounding areas in an eery, gastly glow. Glancing beside him, he noticed Hamma's apparent uneasyness. Felix stood behind them, his gaze fixed towards the ground. Walking forward, Isaac noticed that the number of trees were suprisingly increased since he last looked arou-
*I'm not home.*
Turning around, he made his way towards the tear, only to witness it close in on itself, vanishing in mere seconds. Isaac heard Hamma gasp, continuing to stroke her hands to ease her worrying.
He led them towards the village, noticing that many tents had a little age on them, like they had been rotting for a while. Glancing at the span of tents, many of them looked as though they had been collapsed, almost...burned. Looking at the buildings, he noticed that many were gutted, their roofs gone, their walls standing by themselve.
*It's a dead village... No...*
Glancing at Felix, he noticed that his young friend was busy with something on the ground. Wondering what he could have found, Isaac's words were drowned out by Hamma's scream.
Turning around, Isaac stared into a violant blue rupture, a massive ammount of psynergy that had appeared out of nowhere. Unsure what was happening, Isaac took several steps back. Hamma stood behind him, probably hoping that he would help her. Felix, for whatever reason, was still staring at the ground, his mind elsewhere, obviously. The intensity of the light died down, drawing Isaac to gaze at it.
Isaac watched as two figures walked forward. For a second he thought he saw more, but he dismissed it as his imagination. Looking at the two figures that approached, he frowned.
One of them was a man, rather young, wearing a fair ammount of armor. The other was tall, bulky, and...
*Garet.*
Staring, Isaac watched as "Garet" and the warrior approached, their weapons drawn. Isaac noticed that while the warrior carried a sword, "Garet" wielded an axe.
As they neared, "Garet" summoned a small ball of fire, illuminating the surrounding area.
"Lord Garet, I didn't know the Master was out here!"
"That's not the Master, you fool. The Resistance has an imposter!"
Unsure what they were talking about, Isaac barely had time to grab Hamma and hit the ground as Garet's ball of fire lept out, passing over their heads and barely clearing Felix. Scrambling to get to his feet, Isaac rose, watching as Garet prepared another volley. Isaac froze, summoning a mound of dirt to rise up to shield himself from the pume of fire.
Having bought himself a few seconds, Isaac moved to the side, summoning the ground to gather nutrients, to feed the vines that he summoned, snatching Garet and raising him above the ground. The Martian yelled as he rose, swinging his axe in a vain effort to cut the vines.
Glancing at the other soldier, Isaac frowned as he saw the warrior charging, his sword waving in the air. Unsure what to do, Isaac was about to release Garet to defend himself when a large tree limb slammed into the soldier, sending him sprawling. Isaac glanced to see Felix holding the limb. Hamma walked over to the wounded soldier, and placed her hand on his neck. Aburptly, he became limp, motionless.
Smiling to himself, Isaac was about to reinforce the vines against Garet's efforts to burn them when he heard feet behind him. Turning around, he noticed three figures approaching. Two were warriors, identical to the one that was just knocked out. The other...
*IVAN?*
Releasing Garet to fall with a thud, Isaac turned to charge the Jupitarian, trying to muster up some more vines to ensnare the Jupitarian. Before he was able to, sleep filled his mind, his body becoming limp. As he fell, he saw Ivan approaching, hoping that Hamma got away...
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Green! So green and so nice! Bristly, tall, verdent! So life-filled!
We are amazed by it, amazed by how it grows with us. In the other world, we shared a bond with the lands, with the animals. Here a bond we share. A bond not unlike the one we share with him.
We don't know how it happened. One day, our mind was one, then accident happened and we became us. He tried to mend us, tried to join our minds. Doing so made him like us. Were it not for her, he would be us. She kept him him, and he kept us us. Then he fused with him. How, we do not know, but we know that he is the same.
When he tried to help us, we formed a link with him. How and why, we know not. We use the link, to know where he is. He helps us, and we help him. She helps him, and he helps her. She help him, he helps us, we help him, he helps her. The way of the world.
The falling of feet. The approaching of another. We hear it, unsure what it is. We look up, staring at a man waving a stick. Stick Man charges him. He cannot be harmed! We pick up a dying limb from a tree, and we use it. Oh, we used it well! He fell down, and she makes sure that he does not get up. Sweet it is to do right!
A step. The crush of grass. The approach of more. We turn, we see three others move towards us. We do not recognize any of them. Turning to him to see if he knows, he releases Garet, and we fear. Oh, if Garet catches us! What will we do? We turn to him. He has always shielded us from Garet, and will surely do it again!
But he falls, falls to the ground. We know not what caused it, but we know that he is sleeping. We can feel his mind, and we fear. Garet approaches us, and we run.
Running, running, running. We go as fast as we can. Shelter! A dwelling long since empty. We hide within, silent as the grass. We listen to the grass, listen to the movements of the others. We hear them walk away, hear them moving towards him. We rise up, looking through a crack.
PAIN! We reel in pain! The grass! The grass is pain! Pain surges through the grass, as life is taken from it. We try to look on, try to see through the blinding pain.
A glimpse we get. We see the others. One holds him, the other holds her. We want to run out, to save them, but we cannot face Garet. He will hurt us, he will!
PAIN! Pain surges in our being! We see a blue glow engulf the group, enveloping him and her along with it. We want to stop them, but the pain!
The weakness surges within us. We try to move, try to get up, but are slow at it. We walk out, walk to where he had laid.
He is not there. She is not there. The others are not there.
We are alone.
We cry in agony, from the pain in the grass, from the loss of him! Oh, how it pains us to loose him!
Snap. A twig breaks. A patch of moss is stepped on. We whirl around, turning to see what approaches. We see three approach us, and we fear. Run we must! We must run to safty!
We panic. We hear not the pleas of the dying branch to avoid falling. Too late do we hear it, too late do we realize that we cannot escape.
Turning about to see them, we notice the three figures. Two dawdle in the distance. They wear clothes that I do not know, wield sticks that I do not understand. We cannot hear them, and they do not speak.
A third approaches, and we stare at her. She wears the leathery skin of....is it plant? Or animal? We cannot tell what she wears, but we see her face. Her skin is the tint of the rocks in the river. Pale white with a tint of blue, those rocks! Her eyes are as blue as the river's water. Her hair is long and flowing. It flows like the gental waves of a strolling brook. She is perfection. Indeed, she is a goddess.
Turn away, we must! We are far from worthy to view her! She is perfetion. We are incomplete. We try to look away, but she takes our chin in her hands, turning us to face her. We stare into her eyes. Oh, how warm and pieceful they are.
Anger! She grows mad, at us? No! What could we have done to offend the goddess!? We panic, and she takes one of our hands, gently soothing it. She must be a goddess, for even her touch is one like the gentle water of the river!
She gently tugs at us, and we rise, standing up. She gently pulls us along with he, but to where? Panic. Uncertainty. We ask the grass, but it does not know. It cannot know her, yet... The grass calls her divine. She provides life to the grass. A goddess indeed!
We hear her talk to two others, but we not care. We are in the presence of divinity. We try to speak, to know who she is. She does not listen, and we fear that she is angry with us.
She turns to us, favoring us with those eyes. Oh, those goddess eyes! How we long to be studied by those eyes!
She gently pulls on our hands, and we follow.
For we are with a goddess.
For she will protect us.
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I want to start this off by saying that this version of the chapter is, without a doubt, pure trash. Why do I say that? Because not two hours prior to, I was writing this chapter in Notepad, and was doing the Review commentary when I accidentally hit the "Select All" sequence, hit a button, and accidentally deleted the pressed letter, thereby destroying any and all story that I had.
Why?
Because I didn't save like normal before the commentary.
I know that many of you will love this chapter, and will find it interesting. But bear in mind - in my eyes, this is inferior to what I had done...
I will not be doing a review commentary this time around, largely because
1) I am sick.
2) I am VERY upset over what had been destroyed.
3) I had written most of the responses before the Wipe, and would feel that any messages that I would rewrite would loose their meaning.
4) I am extremely depressed.
I will continue the commentaries next time, and I apoligize for not doint them this time. I do hope you enjoy this chapter, though I know that I never will.
Sheba - Please review to raise his spirits!
~MIKAA~