--Search for the Guardian--
Disclaimer: Ok, well this is my idea, I've thought a lot about it, and this is my second time at the story (first time virus messed it up);
Ch 1 :. An Incoming Invasion.:
A dark cloud had risen over the eastern horizon, covering the sky like a blanket. The ground shook and shattered, energy was drawn from the ground, summoning into a central point in the sky. What few traces of life gathered in the dusty, open area, turned and ran for there life. They knew what evil was returning to the plains of Gora, but could not stand against a foe of such power.
A vortex began to tear through the energy focal point. The sky wavered under the stress of the incoming evil. The earth, the sea and all of the rest of the world trembled, it remembered this evil all to well also. The sky tore like paper, and the nose of a cruiser poked through. Rocks shattered at the power, grass burnt underneath the crusier, the world died underneath it.
Three more cruisers came though after the first, one landed, unloading tens of hundreds of thousands of demons. There black bodies fell in with the shadows and their yellow eyes pierced the heart. Weapons and claws ready, they were a sea of black. A demon came off the ship finally, as it lifted, he was a replica of the rest of them, except that he wore a metal helmet, one that looked ancient, carved with sacred runes and glyphs on it. It cast a magical field around him. He was the leader of the attack squad of demons.
The ship that unloaded the demons went back through the tear in the sky, and the tear sealed. The leader spoke in a harsh, raspy voice. "Today we reclaim what is ours, what was taken from us by the guardians. They are no longer a threat to us, we shall show no mercy, this land was ours, we will slaughter all of the weak hearted fools that inhabit this world. We will show them all what it means to steal what rightfully belongs to us. As you fight remember this, what this world cannot give us, death will. Now let us follow the path that our aggressors used against us. Fitting, do you not agree?"
Cheers were given from the crowd. The roar soon died down as demons filed into ranks, getting ready for an attack. Four cruisers floated overhead, ready to fight. Posts manned with yellowed eyed demons that were trained only to kill.
Soon the world that had wrongfully been taken from them would be returned to its rightful owners. The worlds only answer to this threat was a call to all it inhabitants, hoping to find the one who would respond and drive back all the demons.
Disclaimer: Ok, well this is my idea, I've thought a lot about it, and this is my second time at the story (first time virus messed it up);
Ch 1 :. An Incoming Invasion.:
A dark cloud had risen over the eastern horizon, covering the sky like a blanket. The ground shook and shattered, energy was drawn from the ground, summoning into a central point in the sky. What few traces of life gathered in the dusty, open area, turned and ran for there life. They knew what evil was returning to the plains of Gora, but could not stand against a foe of such power.
A vortex began to tear through the energy focal point. The sky wavered under the stress of the incoming evil. The earth, the sea and all of the rest of the world trembled, it remembered this evil all to well also. The sky tore like paper, and the nose of a cruiser poked through. Rocks shattered at the power, grass burnt underneath the crusier, the world died underneath it.
Three more cruisers came though after the first, one landed, unloading tens of hundreds of thousands of demons. There black bodies fell in with the shadows and their yellow eyes pierced the heart. Weapons and claws ready, they were a sea of black. A demon came off the ship finally, as it lifted, he was a replica of the rest of them, except that he wore a metal helmet, one that looked ancient, carved with sacred runes and glyphs on it. It cast a magical field around him. He was the leader of the attack squad of demons.
The ship that unloaded the demons went back through the tear in the sky, and the tear sealed. The leader spoke in a harsh, raspy voice. "Today we reclaim what is ours, what was taken from us by the guardians. They are no longer a threat to us, we shall show no mercy, this land was ours, we will slaughter all of the weak hearted fools that inhabit this world. We will show them all what it means to steal what rightfully belongs to us. As you fight remember this, what this world cannot give us, death will. Now let us follow the path that our aggressors used against us. Fitting, do you not agree?"
Cheers were given from the crowd. The roar soon died down as demons filed into ranks, getting ready for an attack. Four cruisers floated overhead, ready to fight. Posts manned with yellowed eyed demons that were trained only to kill.
Soon the world that had wrongfully been taken from them would be returned to its rightful owners. The worlds only answer to this threat was a call to all it inhabitants, hoping to find the one who would respond and drive back all the demons.