Hey all, Zaffreye speaking, I know it's been a while since I posted, and although my life may have gotten a bit busy (aka, a new, longer hours occupation, moving into different living arrangements, etc..), that is no excuse to not let you all know that the story was on temporary hiatus. For that I apologize.
However, having taken a step back for a time, I was able to look on my tale with fresh eyes, and realized that although a good start, it was not the best I could offer, nor would it be decent of me to continue from where I left off, as I could already see a corner I was writing myself into.
As of posting this update, I have already gone over and rewritten a good portion of the first chapter, and will have that dropping sometime in the morning of Friday the 2nd of April, 2021.
Once more I wish to apologize for just dropping off the face of the earth, and in about a month to a month and a half I will be finished remaking the first few chapters. Do note this isn't going to be just a simple edit, several plot points that I dropped the ball on will be being cleaned up, and I will be sticking a lot closer to Max's true personality, as I noticed I had been going somewhat skewed in that regard. So do keep tabs on the updates, as the story may be at a drastically different point from where its ended up currently.
I hope you all have a wonderful couple of days until the first remade chapter's drop, and hope you all have enjoyed the concept story up to this point, but now…. Let the Adventure begin.
Chapter 1 Teaser….
Utter Darkness, complete and endless.
A soundless void scattered with the wandering spirits of the dead.
A voice, quiet, yet powerful, the words beyond comprehension, reverberating throughout the Darkness.
A deep purple glow forms, visible, but not illuminating the surrounding void.
The glow moves, commanded by the words spoken, flowing within the darkness as oil would water.
Wandering… Seeking… Then, The Chosen is found.
A soul, though afflicted by much, still pure, but weakened...
Purple quickly contacts a fading flickering blue, pushing into it, melding with it, strengthening it.
Not gently, time is of the essence before The Chosen fades.
A silent scream fills the void as a soul is reborn
It is finished, the task is complete.
The soul is strong once more, purple and blue undulating in harmonic synergy, bright in the Darkness.
A sensation, movement, a pull upon the spirit, to strong for it's feeble attempts to fight against.
Indeterminate time and distance found the spirit drawn near the source.
A tear in the void, rimmed in crackling purple, a black fluid rippling within, reflecting the spirit's light.
Drawn closer, the soul fought the pull once more, but all in vain as the spirit was pulled through