"Ah, excuse me sir, you are not allowed to enter here," the small, pudgy
guard said as black cloaked man walked toward The Blackened Temple.
"Oh?" the man said. He had black hair, neatly shaven on the sides with about one inch length on top. The top was gelled back, and semeed to melt down into his scalp. His faced looked that of a young warrior, now smirking with no marks. "I am terribly, terribly sorry. I have a pass from Sir Ormus..."
"Sir Ormus, sir?" the fat guard laughed. "Sir Ormus died over fifty years ago!"
"Oh, you should've just let me past!" The black haired man raised his arms into the air, shouting a chant.
"What the--- stop that at once!"
From the bushes around them, from the ground and lakes and streams, creatures started to arise. Some looked like large overgrown cavemen; some like little munchkins with blowguns.
The guard dropped his spear as they started to cry and run forward, smashing through the gates.
"What's going on out here?" another guard yelled as he ran out, sword in hand. "OH MY GOD!"
"Told ya," the cloaked man whispered. The litte monsters blew into the guns they carried, impaling the fat guard in the forhead, chest, and stomach. He flew backwards, lifeless.
The other guard slashed left and right as the huge cavemen came down upon him, but was quickly gored.
"Go," the young man whispered, and walked into the dark temple, unaided by light.
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5 years later
"Quickly now! Everyone into the shelter! Come!" the schoolteacher said to the students as the heavy rain pounded the blackened windows. "Please! Come!" She was sobbing now, heavy tears running down her aged cheeks. The sun was totally gone; just the light of the stares allowed sight outside the caves. It seemed the rays that once warmed the world fled to the caves as if some force was forcing it.
She shoved the last of the remaining children into the basment and shut the door, locking, dead bolting, and finally barricading it with a heavy shelf.
"Miss Lara, what's wrong?" a little girl asked her.
"I-I don't know, Jenny. Please, go find a room and rest.
"I don't want to see you cry, Miss Lara," the little girl said.
The old woman squatted down and took the girl's head in her hands. "It'll be alright dear." She forced a smile. "Just a bit of trouble outside, that's all."
She sent the little girl off to the other students, who already were lying in bed.
"Just a bit of trouble?" a young school teacher said. "Excuse me, but creature's of the past are hording otside our SCHOOL!"
"Shhh, James! The children will hear!"
"They have got to know of their fate, Lara. What do you think is going to happen in a few days? Those locks will not last forever, and our food supply will not either."
"They will come for us!" Lara snapped. "They have to..."
"And how will they know?" James said cockily.
"When their children don't come home."
"Pray that your right. If I am correct about this, monsters of the past aren't the only thing hording outside our doors. I have been preparing for this, Lara. I have a weapon in my bunk, a golden long sword. If I must, I will use it."
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"Where could they be," the small squat mother whispered to herself as she watched out the window at the village entrance. "The escorts left over four hours ago! I must wake Vicor..."
She walked back to the back of her house and quietly slipped into her bedroom, lighting a small candle on the way. She scowled at the swords, armor and strange decore on her walls as she kneeled onto her bed, and set the candle down.
"Vicor... Vicor hunny, please, wake up."
The covers stirred as a muscular man struck his arms out, stretching as the candle's light danced on the walls.
"What's wrong?"
"Vicor, I'm so sorry to wake you, but our children haven't come home yet."
Vicor sat up at once. "What time is it?" he said quickly.
"Nearly nine bells."
"Four hours? Why did you not wake me sooner?"
"Well you were out all night training---"
"No excuse! I told you, if anything is ever out of place wake me!" He jumped out of bed and threw his arms through a vest, where he hooked five straps into a small circle on his chest.
"Yes, sorry. I pleaded with them not to make the school so far away! Clear out in Dry Hills..."
Vicor put two pairs of dragon-hide boots on, then pushed on two gloves made of snakeskin and finally a metal headpiece.
"Vicor! What are you doing?"
"It is time for me to step in," he said, taking two red falchion's from his shelf and swinging them. He swung a black pack on his pack and put a hand axe and arrows into it, along with four viles filled with red healing potion. He took a blue scroll off of the bookshelf, and stuffed it in.
"But no!"
"But, yes, I am afraid, mi'dear. I've been training for five years since the first creature stepped out from the damp caves."
"Are you saying... the creatures..."
"Are at the school? Yes. I was out last night, scanning the area, and I seen a group of almost fifty wandering that way."
"Oh, Vicor! You cannot accomplish this alone!"
"I can, and I will. I love you, Akleese. Live well." Vicor jogged out of the room, and out of the village.
"Oh?" the man said. He had black hair, neatly shaven on the sides with about one inch length on top. The top was gelled back, and semeed to melt down into his scalp. His faced looked that of a young warrior, now smirking with no marks. "I am terribly, terribly sorry. I have a pass from Sir Ormus..."
"Sir Ormus, sir?" the fat guard laughed. "Sir Ormus died over fifty years ago!"
"Oh, you should've just let me past!" The black haired man raised his arms into the air, shouting a chant.
"What the--- stop that at once!"
From the bushes around them, from the ground and lakes and streams, creatures started to arise. Some looked like large overgrown cavemen; some like little munchkins with blowguns.
The guard dropped his spear as they started to cry and run forward, smashing through the gates.
"What's going on out here?" another guard yelled as he ran out, sword in hand. "OH MY GOD!"
"Told ya," the cloaked man whispered. The litte monsters blew into the guns they carried, impaling the fat guard in the forhead, chest, and stomach. He flew backwards, lifeless.
The other guard slashed left and right as the huge cavemen came down upon him, but was quickly gored.
"Go," the young man whispered, and walked into the dark temple, unaided by light.
_____________________
5 years later
"Quickly now! Everyone into the shelter! Come!" the schoolteacher said to the students as the heavy rain pounded the blackened windows. "Please! Come!" She was sobbing now, heavy tears running down her aged cheeks. The sun was totally gone; just the light of the stares allowed sight outside the caves. It seemed the rays that once warmed the world fled to the caves as if some force was forcing it.
She shoved the last of the remaining children into the basment and shut the door, locking, dead bolting, and finally barricading it with a heavy shelf.
"Miss Lara, what's wrong?" a little girl asked her.
"I-I don't know, Jenny. Please, go find a room and rest.
"I don't want to see you cry, Miss Lara," the little girl said.
The old woman squatted down and took the girl's head in her hands. "It'll be alright dear." She forced a smile. "Just a bit of trouble outside, that's all."
She sent the little girl off to the other students, who already were lying in bed.
"Just a bit of trouble?" a young school teacher said. "Excuse me, but creature's of the past are hording otside our SCHOOL!"
"Shhh, James! The children will hear!"
"They have got to know of their fate, Lara. What do you think is going to happen in a few days? Those locks will not last forever, and our food supply will not either."
"They will come for us!" Lara snapped. "They have to..."
"And how will they know?" James said cockily.
"When their children don't come home."
"Pray that your right. If I am correct about this, monsters of the past aren't the only thing hording outside our doors. I have been preparing for this, Lara. I have a weapon in my bunk, a golden long sword. If I must, I will use it."
_____________________
"Where could they be," the small squat mother whispered to herself as she watched out the window at the village entrance. "The escorts left over four hours ago! I must wake Vicor..."
She walked back to the back of her house and quietly slipped into her bedroom, lighting a small candle on the way. She scowled at the swords, armor and strange decore on her walls as she kneeled onto her bed, and set the candle down.
"Vicor... Vicor hunny, please, wake up."
The covers stirred as a muscular man struck his arms out, stretching as the candle's light danced on the walls.
"What's wrong?"
"Vicor, I'm so sorry to wake you, but our children haven't come home yet."
Vicor sat up at once. "What time is it?" he said quickly.
"Nearly nine bells."
"Four hours? Why did you not wake me sooner?"
"Well you were out all night training---"
"No excuse! I told you, if anything is ever out of place wake me!" He jumped out of bed and threw his arms through a vest, where he hooked five straps into a small circle on his chest.
"Yes, sorry. I pleaded with them not to make the school so far away! Clear out in Dry Hills..."
Vicor put two pairs of dragon-hide boots on, then pushed on two gloves made of snakeskin and finally a metal headpiece.
"Vicor! What are you doing?"
"It is time for me to step in," he said, taking two red falchion's from his shelf and swinging them. He swung a black pack on his pack and put a hand axe and arrows into it, along with four viles filled with red healing potion. He took a blue scroll off of the bookshelf, and stuffed it in.
"But no!"
"But, yes, I am afraid, mi'dear. I've been training for five years since the first creature stepped out from the damp caves."
"Are you saying... the creatures..."
"Are at the school? Yes. I was out last night, scanning the area, and I seen a group of almost fifty wandering that way."
"Oh, Vicor! You cannot accomplish this alone!"
"I can, and I will. I love you, Akleese. Live well." Vicor jogged out of the room, and out of the village.