(Author's Note: Sorry I took so long to update it! I just got writer's block, and then school interfered, and I lost inspiration! I'll try to write more often! Also, I'm going to conclude this fiction in a little while. I'll crank out a few more chapters and then give the ending out.)
Chaos scanned the infinite boundaries that was the River of Time, noting the minor deaths. He found what he searched for, and followed the path, recieving a feeling of slight pleasure, as he traveled along the path that he traveled. He smiled down, seeing memories of happier times, of his wedding to his first wife, of birthing Dhaos, and his smile turned to a frown as his path in time started to rise. His journey was almost over, and he was nearing the present. He sighed and continued along, ignoring the path, and traveling roughly through it into his future. Sudden blackness enveloped him, signifying that this path was ending. Chaos was deeply confused. How could he die against this population of mundane creatures, when every member of the race combined had power slightly less than that of his thumb? He sunk back and in his confusion returned to Klarth's time. He sighed, knowing that even he had limits, and traveling the River of Time twice in one day surpassed those limits. Oh well... he thought. Can't allow a prime oppurtunity for more fun pass like this. He turned and started towards Venezzia.
~*~*~
Thomas walked out of Venezzia to the cries of "Coward!" from his fellow soldiers towards Beladum Village. His hopes and thoughts of opening a swordsmanship school and how he could run ut were disrupted when Ketone started to cry and to wiggle.
~*~*~
Ketone's infant mind sensed a blackness approaching above him, a blackness that scared the child to his miniscule bones. He started to cry out, hoping to drive off the blackness with sonic waves.
~*~*~
Chaos noticed a small power directly below him. He noticed Thomas carrying the baby, and smirked as he flew down.
~*~*~
Thomas' mind was just returning to thoguhts of his school when a shadow passed above him. He dismissed it as a bird, and tried to scare it off in an irritated manner, his head still bowed, deep in thought. A moment laster, he had no head to bow.
~*~*~
Ketone's small body was instantly covered with the blood of his recent father. His fear at the blackness was quickly replaced by a new emotion he had never experienced before. The emotion was a deep need for revenge against the blackness, mixed with sorrow for the loss of his father and a realization of abilities he never knew existed. In an instant, his minute body became filled with power, awareness, and knowledge. And the child used his power in the one way he knew how. His fear overwhlemed him and his need for flight grew greatly. As a result, his reaction grew from minor wigglings in his former father's arms to the use of the most advanced technique, one used only by supercomputers and powerful magicians. He opened a portal into the River of Time, and flung his small body inside.
~*~*~
Chaos looked at the ever-so-recognizable portal into the River of Time, closing the moment the infant flung itself in, despite not being older than ten months. Confusion flooded his mind, and he reveled in it, and set it aside for a later date. Right now, he thought, I have more important matters...
~*~*~
Eight years before a teenager named Cless appeared, a portal appeared in the village of the Ninja, and a small infant flew out of it as if he had been running a great distance. The head of the Ninja parted the crowd that gathered and picked up the infant, taking him to the baths to clean his body of dirt and wounds sustained from the fall. As he soaked the child, he recieved a sudden understanding, and knew of his name, though he had no source to base the knowledge on. The child's name was Ketone.
~*~*~
Cless' body was racked with a sudden pain as he felt his ancestry being torn apart, ancestor by ancestor. Finally, the pain reached a peak point as the tearing reached his body. In an instant, to Mint, Klarth, and Ketone's horror, he screamed at the top of his lungs and vanished. An instant later, Ketone shuddered in a mixture of pleasure and horror as memories of what happened flooded his mind, and the tenchiques he learned so long ago returned to his brain.
Chaos scanned the infinite boundaries that was the River of Time, noting the minor deaths. He found what he searched for, and followed the path, recieving a feeling of slight pleasure, as he traveled along the path that he traveled. He smiled down, seeing memories of happier times, of his wedding to his first wife, of birthing Dhaos, and his smile turned to a frown as his path in time started to rise. His journey was almost over, and he was nearing the present. He sighed and continued along, ignoring the path, and traveling roughly through it into his future. Sudden blackness enveloped him, signifying that this path was ending. Chaos was deeply confused. How could he die against this population of mundane creatures, when every member of the race combined had power slightly less than that of his thumb? He sunk back and in his confusion returned to Klarth's time. He sighed, knowing that even he had limits, and traveling the River of Time twice in one day surpassed those limits. Oh well... he thought. Can't allow a prime oppurtunity for more fun pass like this. He turned and started towards Venezzia.
~*~*~
Thomas walked out of Venezzia to the cries of "Coward!" from his fellow soldiers towards Beladum Village. His hopes and thoughts of opening a swordsmanship school and how he could run ut were disrupted when Ketone started to cry and to wiggle.
~*~*~
Ketone's infant mind sensed a blackness approaching above him, a blackness that scared the child to his miniscule bones. He started to cry out, hoping to drive off the blackness with sonic waves.
~*~*~
Chaos noticed a small power directly below him. He noticed Thomas carrying the baby, and smirked as he flew down.
~*~*~
Thomas' mind was just returning to thoguhts of his school when a shadow passed above him. He dismissed it as a bird, and tried to scare it off in an irritated manner, his head still bowed, deep in thought. A moment laster, he had no head to bow.
~*~*~
Ketone's small body was instantly covered with the blood of his recent father. His fear at the blackness was quickly replaced by a new emotion he had never experienced before. The emotion was a deep need for revenge against the blackness, mixed with sorrow for the loss of his father and a realization of abilities he never knew existed. In an instant, his minute body became filled with power, awareness, and knowledge. And the child used his power in the one way he knew how. His fear overwhlemed him and his need for flight grew greatly. As a result, his reaction grew from minor wigglings in his former father's arms to the use of the most advanced technique, one used only by supercomputers and powerful magicians. He opened a portal into the River of Time, and flung his small body inside.
~*~*~
Chaos looked at the ever-so-recognizable portal into the River of Time, closing the moment the infant flung itself in, despite not being older than ten months. Confusion flooded his mind, and he reveled in it, and set it aside for a later date. Right now, he thought, I have more important matters...
~*~*~
Eight years before a teenager named Cless appeared, a portal appeared in the village of the Ninja, and a small infant flew out of it as if he had been running a great distance. The head of the Ninja parted the crowd that gathered and picked up the infant, taking him to the baths to clean his body of dirt and wounds sustained from the fall. As he soaked the child, he recieved a sudden understanding, and knew of his name, though he had no source to base the knowledge on. The child's name was Ketone.
~*~*~
Cless' body was racked with a sudden pain as he felt his ancestry being torn apart, ancestor by ancestor. Finally, the pain reached a peak point as the tearing reached his body. In an instant, to Mint, Klarth, and Ketone's horror, he screamed at the top of his lungs and vanished. An instant later, Ketone shuddered in a mixture of pleasure and horror as memories of what happened flooded his mind, and the tenchiques he learned so long ago returned to his brain.