Yes! I finally made it to the second chapter! Ok, I know that
all of the people who read this probably don't like most of my stories and
just are reading because it's the only thing that doesn't seem too long so,
just to torment some of you, I'm gonna challenge myself to make them all
longer than a page! Ha-Ha! Did I just say that? Anyway, on with the
story! There will also be humor in the story so ignore all stereo types
and THRERE WILL ALWAYS BE HUMOR IN MY FICTION! (Notice that I didn't say
let's start?)
Inside the little room, she could make out a large room with a gigantic crystal that would probably cost about a million dollars in today's time. Inside the crystal, however, there lay an orange Fox in some weird clothing from that time. 'Could he really be from that lost civilization that was rumored to be here?' Krystal thought as she leaned closer for a better view, that's when the ground gave way and she fell into the room below. Knocking her out cold, it also disturbed the one in the crystal.
'What was that? Who's here? Why am I not in the dark anymore? Why can I only see like I have a god's eye view? Why, why can't I move?' he thought. Everything going through his head was quite overwhelming and he couldn't grab his head to control it, let alone to see who had disturbed his 1000 year slumber.
All he could really remember was who he was, and where he was, well, not what he was in but sure, the room was a no-brainer. He just took some deep breathes, sure, he didn't really know much about himself, like a new born kit, but he knew his name and the room so he didn't fell to odd he just needed air to calm his mind so he could think things threw. That's when he remembered, there was no air.
The thing he was in, it had no air! How did he survive this long without any air?! He started to gasp for breathe. At least he understood that if you didn't have air, you didn't survive and that's what he was experiencing right now, no air, or was it death? He really didn't care at the moment; he only cared about his air and his lungs. As he was gasping for breathe, he felt a few sharp pains, but he didn't care, all he wanted was air.
Then, he heard a loud crack and dropped to the floor below, landing on his hands and knees, he realized that now he could finally breathe! What a relief! What ever he was in must had broken as he was gasping for the pure gas that was now sitting in his lungs. Getting up, he looked around the room; maybe he could re-discover most of the things he had forgotten and find that trespasser. Taking things in, he started to walk around the room. It felt so good now that he wasn't stuck in whatever it was, but he didn't worry about that at the moment really.
What he didn't know was that as he was exploring the other side of the large room, Krystal was waking up. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees and began to rub out all the soreness from her head.
"That hurt!" was all she could say as she tried to remember where she was. Then she grabbed the staff and hoisted herself up, she knew that she shouldn't have done that in the first place, but now, it looked way too strong to be daughter. 'Wait a minute, wasn't it a 1000 years old?' she thought. Turning it so it faced the hole in the wall so it would show itself in the sun, she noticed that it had improved, everything about has improved. Mainly its condition, as she had noticed. Yes, it did seem strange, but she had seen stranger things like the crystal.
Remembering the crystal, she swerved to where the crystal was. When she noticed that all there stood there was shattered pieces of the crystal and nothing but blood there too, she began to panic. Someone had stolen a highly valuable crystal, or at least broken in. She dropped to her knees, her first discovery in two years, ruined; at least she was still getting paid to live. But her mind never left the thought on the staff she held too out of reach. Why was beyond her but she didn't care at all, all she knew she had to do was to find a way out of there and call to report this to the proper authorities. But would they believe this story?
Probably not, now in days, if an artifact was stolen or broken, the culprit was usually not found and the discover would be blamed and she definitely did not want that at all. Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders and started to walk around the room, in a hopeless state of mind.
Okay, how was that? Do you think that was fine? Reply!
Inside the little room, she could make out a large room with a gigantic crystal that would probably cost about a million dollars in today's time. Inside the crystal, however, there lay an orange Fox in some weird clothing from that time. 'Could he really be from that lost civilization that was rumored to be here?' Krystal thought as she leaned closer for a better view, that's when the ground gave way and she fell into the room below. Knocking her out cold, it also disturbed the one in the crystal.
'What was that? Who's here? Why am I not in the dark anymore? Why can I only see like I have a god's eye view? Why, why can't I move?' he thought. Everything going through his head was quite overwhelming and he couldn't grab his head to control it, let alone to see who had disturbed his 1000 year slumber.
All he could really remember was who he was, and where he was, well, not what he was in but sure, the room was a no-brainer. He just took some deep breathes, sure, he didn't really know much about himself, like a new born kit, but he knew his name and the room so he didn't fell to odd he just needed air to calm his mind so he could think things threw. That's when he remembered, there was no air.
The thing he was in, it had no air! How did he survive this long without any air?! He started to gasp for breathe. At least he understood that if you didn't have air, you didn't survive and that's what he was experiencing right now, no air, or was it death? He really didn't care at the moment; he only cared about his air and his lungs. As he was gasping for breathe, he felt a few sharp pains, but he didn't care, all he wanted was air.
Then, he heard a loud crack and dropped to the floor below, landing on his hands and knees, he realized that now he could finally breathe! What a relief! What ever he was in must had broken as he was gasping for the pure gas that was now sitting in his lungs. Getting up, he looked around the room; maybe he could re-discover most of the things he had forgotten and find that trespasser. Taking things in, he started to walk around the room. It felt so good now that he wasn't stuck in whatever it was, but he didn't worry about that at the moment really.
What he didn't know was that as he was exploring the other side of the large room, Krystal was waking up. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees and began to rub out all the soreness from her head.
"That hurt!" was all she could say as she tried to remember where she was. Then she grabbed the staff and hoisted herself up, she knew that she shouldn't have done that in the first place, but now, it looked way too strong to be daughter. 'Wait a minute, wasn't it a 1000 years old?' she thought. Turning it so it faced the hole in the wall so it would show itself in the sun, she noticed that it had improved, everything about has improved. Mainly its condition, as she had noticed. Yes, it did seem strange, but she had seen stranger things like the crystal.
Remembering the crystal, she swerved to where the crystal was. When she noticed that all there stood there was shattered pieces of the crystal and nothing but blood there too, she began to panic. Someone had stolen a highly valuable crystal, or at least broken in. She dropped to her knees, her first discovery in two years, ruined; at least she was still getting paid to live. But her mind never left the thought on the staff she held too out of reach. Why was beyond her but she didn't care at all, all she knew she had to do was to find a way out of there and call to report this to the proper authorities. But would they believe this story?
Probably not, now in days, if an artifact was stolen or broken, the culprit was usually not found and the discover would be blamed and she definitely did not want that at all. Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders and started to walk around the room, in a hopeless state of mind.
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