"Damn it!" Blues pounded his fist against the wall as a female dressed in white wrapped a white tape around his left arm. He sat on a bed in the corner of the room glaring in the air. Mean while in another room, Rock was being tended by a nurse who was wrapping bandages around Rock's ribs. What was that? Was it some kind of unknown force that has no logical explanation? Well the wind could have just picked up some of the city-fire as it picked up…and the thunderstorm may have been the result of the smoke of the flames dissipating in the atmosphere…however, the vines had no logic behind them. What kind of plant moves by itself at takes out a dragon that's weight could possibly surpass two tons? And the idea of creeping vines from the city's underground reservoir is preposterous! But then….how?
Elsewhere, within the halls of wisdom, a council of wise old men spoke, "Please settle down. You must control your energy for it will cause much damage and chaos if you are incapable if maintaining these amazing abilities. Please just be still and cease your maelstrom."
"It has been three weeks since the last dragon assault on our city. Since that fateful day, we have been experiencing a multitude of various predicaments upon our great city. For the pass weeks, plants throughout the city experienced an overgrowth, sudden heat waves broke out, and rolling blackout had been occurring all over the city. These strange events has gotten the citizens inquiring the conditions of the city. Speaking of which, the reconstruction of part of the west city-side has undergone constant repairs, so it should be in perfect condition by the end of next week.
Now to bring the question of how it all started. I had interviewed the general of the Armed Forces to find out that an explosion had occurred. What triggered the explosion is still a mystery for General Protolas refused to provide anymore information, but coming up we're going to…"
"Turn that off!" Blues entered the station furiously, with his helmet in his hand his silver hair hanging off the back of his head like a beautiful stream of running water running down his red hair of lush, blood-stained grass.
The radio continued to go on with its news reports until one of the troops turned the dial and shut it off. The troops huddling around the desk where the radio had sat all went back to their jobs as Blues continued to walk. Rock rose from his desk and walked besides Blues, "Blues I believe that I might have a lead on what happened three weeks ago."
Blues paid Rock no attention and resumed his trip to where he was going. "No interested. Maybe some other time Rock."
"Sir the things we saw were a pillar of fire, creeping vines and a thunderstorm. According to the reports given three weeks ago, there were abnormal events taking place at City Hall. From what I remember, we got an urgent call right before we left to fend off the invader that day!"
"What is the purpose of your story Rock?"
"General Protolas! The exact same forces had occurred at City Hall. According to pedestrians passing by. If that is not enough to catch your suspicion, these abrupt city conditions are related to the things we saw that evening as well: fire, electricity and plants."
Blues came to a halt and stared at the black visor on his helmet, seeing his crimson hair and sapphire eyes. Blues turned and stepped into the room to the left of him. "Professor Hakase, how goes your research?"
The white-coated old man pushed his glasses back on his nose and studied the vine he held in his hands. "I do not detect any bizarre chemicals or such within this green, plant-organism. It appears to be just a vine, similar to the one that grows on trees or in rainforests."
Blues clenched his fist, "Damn it! It's not just a mere vine! It has to be more than that!" Blues becalmed himself and left the room. "Well Rock, I have no options other than to believe you, however, if this is the work of the Wise Council, then I have no intentions in getting involved. They can attempt anything they choose to, but that will not affect my decisions in battle. I will protect this city whether or not the Wise Council decides to assist me."
Rock stood still and saluted his general, "Understood Sir."
The cerulean sky were speared with white streams as Rock took a stroll down the walkway of the streets. Vehicles flew by leaving a trail of a humming noise. Rock was in his casual clothing where his hair was capable of being seen , since his helmet was nowhere to be seen. His head of brown with blue-spiked tips. The looming buildings shadowed all on the path of which he had walked on, his hair curled over in front of his contemplative, green eyes. His forehead was damp as a drop dripped from the bane of his hair. This has to be part of the Wise Elders' procedure to protect the city from the dragon race, it has to be! However, what would cause the council to encase the warriors with City Hall. That must be why these abnormalities are taking place. I see no reason why they should hold them like captured prisoners. From what they told me, these ancient warriors should be assisting the Armed Forces with our defense against enemy-invaders…I have to check perform an interrogation.
Rock started to run, but decelerated seconds after he accelerated. Rock panted as he stood in place and leaned against a mighty, evergreen tree. Still breathing heavily, Rock gazed at the great wood that seemed almost cryptic. Rock wiped the moisture from his head and stared at his palm afterwards. His hand was covered with sweat no doubt, but the climate around the city hardly ever provided any reason to perspire, especially when one is doing no more than walking under a constant path of shade. Rock's mind began to pick up more questions when the mobile vehicles came to a sudden stop, resulting in shouts throughout the city side--the horns are powered as well as the engines.
Rock paused his breathing to wipe his head with his forearm, as he rested his arm on one of the arms of the tree.
Boulder after boulder, rock after rock, one step at a time. A mountain that stood face to face with the sun had an insect crawling towards its mouth. That insect was Rock, and he had been trekking the mountain for at least half an hour. Sadly it was not a mountain Rock was escalating, it was the steps that led to City Hall. Never in his life had City Hall taken so long to reach. Although it composed more than six hundred steps, it usually took a few minutes to reach the pinnacle of the false mountain. Somehow the peak of City Hall displayed to be a difficult task. Rock fell onto his knee as he reach the final last steps to the doors of City Hall. Rock gasped for breath as he observed what City Hall had become. The gold statue of his father stood proudly to the right of him, surrounded by a jungle of vines and wildflowers. The statue sparked with electricity and the poles below that illuminated the streets at night had went through a surge of power and shattered. Rock scrutinized the vines that had entangled the whole entire block, weaving through the nine-inch-tall grass to the left and right of the steps. The vines had even covered the nooks of the steps as well, and with each step, the heat intensified, releasing stampedes of enormous animals across his mind. Pounding like hundreds of elephants with rhinos attached to each foot.
Rock finally collapsed on the final step, as he laid defeated by the invisible minions of the sun. With his vision impaired, he stared on to where his head faced. He saw the wavy buildings of the city and deep in the back, the cool, blue mountains shadowed with dark trees of a mahogany. Rock shut his eyes, unable to think he laid beaten, not by a dragon, not even by the training robots he and Blues fought, but by the accursed heat occurring, because a mysterious source coming from a couple yards ahead of him. Rock opened his eyes and smiled as he spotted a dozen flying shadows near the mountains. They were to big to be birds and to many to be one of those legendary gryphons. If Rock didn't know better they were flying iguanas, soaring through the distant air. Rock closed his eyes…and he kept them shut… releasing the last bit of cool air within his body… he breathed…and became motionless.
Elsewhere, within the halls of wisdom, a council of wise old men spoke, "Please settle down. You must control your energy for it will cause much damage and chaos if you are incapable if maintaining these amazing abilities. Please just be still and cease your maelstrom."
"It has been three weeks since the last dragon assault on our city. Since that fateful day, we have been experiencing a multitude of various predicaments upon our great city. For the pass weeks, plants throughout the city experienced an overgrowth, sudden heat waves broke out, and rolling blackout had been occurring all over the city. These strange events has gotten the citizens inquiring the conditions of the city. Speaking of which, the reconstruction of part of the west city-side has undergone constant repairs, so it should be in perfect condition by the end of next week.
Now to bring the question of how it all started. I had interviewed the general of the Armed Forces to find out that an explosion had occurred. What triggered the explosion is still a mystery for General Protolas refused to provide anymore information, but coming up we're going to…"
"Turn that off!" Blues entered the station furiously, with his helmet in his hand his silver hair hanging off the back of his head like a beautiful stream of running water running down his red hair of lush, blood-stained grass.
The radio continued to go on with its news reports until one of the troops turned the dial and shut it off. The troops huddling around the desk where the radio had sat all went back to their jobs as Blues continued to walk. Rock rose from his desk and walked besides Blues, "Blues I believe that I might have a lead on what happened three weeks ago."
Blues paid Rock no attention and resumed his trip to where he was going. "No interested. Maybe some other time Rock."
"Sir the things we saw were a pillar of fire, creeping vines and a thunderstorm. According to the reports given three weeks ago, there were abnormal events taking place at City Hall. From what I remember, we got an urgent call right before we left to fend off the invader that day!"
"What is the purpose of your story Rock?"
"General Protolas! The exact same forces had occurred at City Hall. According to pedestrians passing by. If that is not enough to catch your suspicion, these abrupt city conditions are related to the things we saw that evening as well: fire, electricity and plants."
Blues came to a halt and stared at the black visor on his helmet, seeing his crimson hair and sapphire eyes. Blues turned and stepped into the room to the left of him. "Professor Hakase, how goes your research?"
The white-coated old man pushed his glasses back on his nose and studied the vine he held in his hands. "I do not detect any bizarre chemicals or such within this green, plant-organism. It appears to be just a vine, similar to the one that grows on trees or in rainforests."
Blues clenched his fist, "Damn it! It's not just a mere vine! It has to be more than that!" Blues becalmed himself and left the room. "Well Rock, I have no options other than to believe you, however, if this is the work of the Wise Council, then I have no intentions in getting involved. They can attempt anything they choose to, but that will not affect my decisions in battle. I will protect this city whether or not the Wise Council decides to assist me."
Rock stood still and saluted his general, "Understood Sir."
The cerulean sky were speared with white streams as Rock took a stroll down the walkway of the streets. Vehicles flew by leaving a trail of a humming noise. Rock was in his casual clothing where his hair was capable of being seen , since his helmet was nowhere to be seen. His head of brown with blue-spiked tips. The looming buildings shadowed all on the path of which he had walked on, his hair curled over in front of his contemplative, green eyes. His forehead was damp as a drop dripped from the bane of his hair. This has to be part of the Wise Elders' procedure to protect the city from the dragon race, it has to be! However, what would cause the council to encase the warriors with City Hall. That must be why these abnormalities are taking place. I see no reason why they should hold them like captured prisoners. From what they told me, these ancient warriors should be assisting the Armed Forces with our defense against enemy-invaders…I have to check perform an interrogation.
Rock started to run, but decelerated seconds after he accelerated. Rock panted as he stood in place and leaned against a mighty, evergreen tree. Still breathing heavily, Rock gazed at the great wood that seemed almost cryptic. Rock wiped the moisture from his head and stared at his palm afterwards. His hand was covered with sweat no doubt, but the climate around the city hardly ever provided any reason to perspire, especially when one is doing no more than walking under a constant path of shade. Rock's mind began to pick up more questions when the mobile vehicles came to a sudden stop, resulting in shouts throughout the city side--the horns are powered as well as the engines.
Rock paused his breathing to wipe his head with his forearm, as he rested his arm on one of the arms of the tree.
Boulder after boulder, rock after rock, one step at a time. A mountain that stood face to face with the sun had an insect crawling towards its mouth. That insect was Rock, and he had been trekking the mountain for at least half an hour. Sadly it was not a mountain Rock was escalating, it was the steps that led to City Hall. Never in his life had City Hall taken so long to reach. Although it composed more than six hundred steps, it usually took a few minutes to reach the pinnacle of the false mountain. Somehow the peak of City Hall displayed to be a difficult task. Rock fell onto his knee as he reach the final last steps to the doors of City Hall. Rock gasped for breath as he observed what City Hall had become. The gold statue of his father stood proudly to the right of him, surrounded by a jungle of vines and wildflowers. The statue sparked with electricity and the poles below that illuminated the streets at night had went through a surge of power and shattered. Rock scrutinized the vines that had entangled the whole entire block, weaving through the nine-inch-tall grass to the left and right of the steps. The vines had even covered the nooks of the steps as well, and with each step, the heat intensified, releasing stampedes of enormous animals across his mind. Pounding like hundreds of elephants with rhinos attached to each foot.
Rock finally collapsed on the final step, as he laid defeated by the invisible minions of the sun. With his vision impaired, he stared on to where his head faced. He saw the wavy buildings of the city and deep in the back, the cool, blue mountains shadowed with dark trees of a mahogany. Rock shut his eyes, unable to think he laid beaten, not by a dragon, not even by the training robots he and Blues fought, but by the accursed heat occurring, because a mysterious source coming from a couple yards ahead of him. Rock opened his eyes and smiled as he spotted a dozen flying shadows near the mountains. They were to big to be birds and to many to be one of those legendary gryphons. If Rock didn't know better they were flying iguanas, soaring through the distant air. Rock closed his eyes…and he kept them shut… releasing the last bit of cool air within his body… he breathed…and became motionless.