The Rising: the Story of the Downfall of Irk
A Word from the Author
Chapter 2
"It's true."
After sending the message to the Tallests, Zim grew even more concerned. The things he was seeing were not from his own feelings. Nothing about them was from him. All his mind had been corrupted. There was no time to meditate on it now, for his soul was still in recoil. The visions had not ceased, yea, not even in his sleep, for the future was lain before him.
There were two lands, of fire and ice, separated by a stream of nothingness: an infinite void of sorrow and despair. One person of each land was singled out to live the life of fugitives, to be outcasts from society. This enraged the leaders of the land of ice, for it was not acceptable by their laws. They sent many soldiers to destroy the outcasts; their attempts were futile, for they all perished. This brought them to war; the one war to truly end all wars. In this the ice people diminished and were thrown into the void forever.
That next day would be the doomsday for Zim.
All morning and most the afternoon, Zim had been avoiding Gaz. Worried, Dib kept as close to her as possible. Seemingly nothing could go wrong. However, at lunch, Zim was happily eating ketchup and rice as if it was Irken S'mores ice cream. He had taken the turn for madness.
Suddenly, without cause, he fainted. Gaz's instincts told her to take him to the nurse. But lo! He raised his head. His eyes were solid red. It was finished. The trance had taken him. He began breaking into Khaahrrhaassh, the speak of Irkens.
"Shallhaakch hhera nnymhaa.
This planet is changed.
Nnhee hhera ttrhooukch phyyrh rrhothoss.
I was told by the trees.
Nnhee nhaamae nnho tthi hhaerrhoshs.
I smell it in the air.
Nnhee thourrhiiokkh nnho tthi sho.
I feel it in you.
Shallhaakch rrhot hhera hhillon hhera vvyroukkh.
This that was hated is now loved."
Then he fainted. Gaz was supposedly unmoved by his Khaahrraassh speech, but she was determined to help Zim. He was out for hours now. He woke up at midnight with Gaz hovering over him. He faintly smiled and slept the rest of the night. Meanwhile, on The Massive . . .
"Zim hasn't reported for yesterday," said Purple, worried, eating a fudge bar.
"So? At least he's out of our antennae," replied Red, throwing darts at a picture of Zim's head, relaxed as ever.
"This could be the crime to seal his fate! Only two things can keep an Invader from reporting: death or romance. I doubt it's death."
"It's true, then. Zim loves a human. We must get rid of him."
"But how? We can't do another Existence Evaluation."
"We don't need one! We're the Tallests, remember? We execute at five!"
"Hooray!"
A Word from the Author
Chapter 2
"It's true."
After sending the message to the Tallests, Zim grew even more concerned. The things he was seeing were not from his own feelings. Nothing about them was from him. All his mind had been corrupted. There was no time to meditate on it now, for his soul was still in recoil. The visions had not ceased, yea, not even in his sleep, for the future was lain before him.
There were two lands, of fire and ice, separated by a stream of nothingness: an infinite void of sorrow and despair. One person of each land was singled out to live the life of fugitives, to be outcasts from society. This enraged the leaders of the land of ice, for it was not acceptable by their laws. They sent many soldiers to destroy the outcasts; their attempts were futile, for they all perished. This brought them to war; the one war to truly end all wars. In this the ice people diminished and were thrown into the void forever.
That next day would be the doomsday for Zim.
All morning and most the afternoon, Zim had been avoiding Gaz. Worried, Dib kept as close to her as possible. Seemingly nothing could go wrong. However, at lunch, Zim was happily eating ketchup and rice as if it was Irken S'mores ice cream. He had taken the turn for madness.
Suddenly, without cause, he fainted. Gaz's instincts told her to take him to the nurse. But lo! He raised his head. His eyes were solid red. It was finished. The trance had taken him. He began breaking into Khaahrrhaassh, the speak of Irkens.
"Shallhaakch hhera nnymhaa.
This planet is changed.
Nnhee hhera ttrhooukch phyyrh rrhothoss.
I was told by the trees.
Nnhee nhaamae nnho tthi hhaerrhoshs.
I smell it in the air.
Nnhee thourrhiiokkh nnho tthi sho.
I feel it in you.
Shallhaakch rrhot hhera hhillon hhera vvyroukkh.
This that was hated is now loved."
Then he fainted. Gaz was supposedly unmoved by his Khaahrraassh speech, but she was determined to help Zim. He was out for hours now. He woke up at midnight with Gaz hovering over him. He faintly smiled and slept the rest of the night. Meanwhile, on The Massive . . .
"Zim hasn't reported for yesterday," said Purple, worried, eating a fudge bar.
"So? At least he's out of our antennae," replied Red, throwing darts at a picture of Zim's head, relaxed as ever.
"This could be the crime to seal his fate! Only two things can keep an Invader from reporting: death or romance. I doubt it's death."
"It's true, then. Zim loves a human. We must get rid of him."
"But how? We can't do another Existence Evaluation."
"We don't need one! We're the Tallests, remember? We execute at five!"
"Hooray!"