Episode 3: Return
By
DarkVyse88
Hey! Its DarkVyse88 here with the newest piece of my work. I hope everyone enjoyed my last work. I know I did. Well, I like to get tings started. Here's the third, and final, episode in my three-part trilogy.
Prologue: Everything is in motion. Location: Azarath Temple. Time: 10:45 PM Earth time.
The room was lined in a great coverage in a kind of brick that made its walls and ceiling. A black carpet lined the floor and tapestries of Azaraths symbol of a strange shape lined its walls. The room was completely etched in darkness, yet the guards in the black cloaks, being Azratheans themselves, could function in the darkness perfectly. Their task was to guard the case draped in a black tarp at the far edge of the room. They were told very little of what rested in the case. For they only knew that it was of great and evil power and could endanger the entire world of Azarath if one was to gain its power.
So, there they stood guard, keeping each other in contact through their minds. Just then, they heard a sound come from the other side of the room's great door. They went towards the door, curious as to what came from the other side. And all too soon, they jumped into the air and hovered there as the door came flying from its place and hit the far wall.
From the doorway, a very tall person walked through it. His face was hidden beneath the hood of his dark cloak. They didn't know his identity, but the guards had a good feeling that this mysterious attacker was trouble.
Two of the guards chanted the all too familiar "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" as they used their psychic abilities to each engulf a statue in black matter from the room's sides and hurl them at the attacker. The attacker revealed two clawed hands from his robe and slashed the statues in two pieces. He then floated into the air in an instance and punched the guards into the room's back wall, knocking them unconscious. Another guard fired an energy blast at the intruder. But, he used his hand to knock him the dark blast back into the guard, who went into the wall at an incredible speed that killed him.
The last guard delivered a punch to the intruder, which knocked off his hood. The attacker then grabbed his foot and threw him to the ground. The guard looked up and him and starred in shock at the intruder's face. The face was a deep red, had white hair and had four eyes, a set of two on top of each other on the face's sides. "What are you?" The creature looked down at the guard smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp, fanged teeth. "I am soon to be this world and others new leader!" He then lifted his hand and fired an enormous black energy blast from it, engulfing the guard and completely disintegrated him.
The creature then moved to the stand at the room's end. When he reached the room's end, he pulled off the case's cover and threw it aside. He then threw off the glass, which shattered as it hit the floor. He placed his hand inside the case and produced a black gem about the size of a baseball. "Now, I will become the greatest there ever was!" He yelled out as dark matter engulfed him and he disappeared from the room.
7 months later...
Location: Somewhere in Azarath Time: 9:30 PM Earth Time
A dark cloaked man proceeded down the hallway and entered the room at its end. He opened the doors and walked inside. There, meditating and hovering a few inches off the ground, was a boy in a dark cloak, whose face was hidden by its hood. "Sir." The man at the door repeated. "Yes" said the mediator. "You are needed" he replied. The cloaked person floated to the ground and followed him out.
They then entered a giant room. A platform stood at its end, where an old man sat in a trance, his cloaked draped around his neck. He looked at the boy and said, "You knew this day would come." "I did" the boy replied. "The prophecies stated that a great hero would come to save us," the old man continued," and you were the one who was descended to be him, for you have his mark on you" "Yes, I know." The boy said, rubbing the spot on his wrist where the mark lay.
"Do not fear. You have shown excellent progress in your training and I fell you will defeat the evil that will come." The man stated. "I do not fear this coming doom." the boy said in a fearless tone. "You may show fear, but I knew you will defeat this evil." The man replied. "Thank you, my master." The boy said.
"Now, I have to give you something I been meaning to give you." The man said. Another hooded man appeared and presented the boy a sword sheath. The boy took it the blade, an incredible katana that was cleaned to a shine, sharpened to the point, and on an impressive black hilt. "I had that blade inscribed with Azrathean runes. Now nothing will break it," The man said. The boy observed the sword and saw that the Azrathean language had been inscribed on its side. "I thank you." He replied.
"Now, go to Earth. Retrieve the one who is to be at your side when you combat this enemy." Commanded the old man. "I will", Replied the boy. He removed his cloak, revealing black ninja wear and a black ninja mask that only showed his deep blue eyes. He had a belt around his waist that contained 12 flat throwing knives. He placed the sheath with the katana in it on his back and connected it by two straps crossed in front of his chest. He then disappeared in a flash of dark light. "Good luck," the old man said.
Well, there's the prologue. Please RR. Later.
By
DarkVyse88
Hey! Its DarkVyse88 here with the newest piece of my work. I hope everyone enjoyed my last work. I know I did. Well, I like to get tings started. Here's the third, and final, episode in my three-part trilogy.
Prologue: Everything is in motion. Location: Azarath Temple. Time: 10:45 PM Earth time.
The room was lined in a great coverage in a kind of brick that made its walls and ceiling. A black carpet lined the floor and tapestries of Azaraths symbol of a strange shape lined its walls. The room was completely etched in darkness, yet the guards in the black cloaks, being Azratheans themselves, could function in the darkness perfectly. Their task was to guard the case draped in a black tarp at the far edge of the room. They were told very little of what rested in the case. For they only knew that it was of great and evil power and could endanger the entire world of Azarath if one was to gain its power.
So, there they stood guard, keeping each other in contact through their minds. Just then, they heard a sound come from the other side of the room's great door. They went towards the door, curious as to what came from the other side. And all too soon, they jumped into the air and hovered there as the door came flying from its place and hit the far wall.
From the doorway, a very tall person walked through it. His face was hidden beneath the hood of his dark cloak. They didn't know his identity, but the guards had a good feeling that this mysterious attacker was trouble.
Two of the guards chanted the all too familiar "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" as they used their psychic abilities to each engulf a statue in black matter from the room's sides and hurl them at the attacker. The attacker revealed two clawed hands from his robe and slashed the statues in two pieces. He then floated into the air in an instance and punched the guards into the room's back wall, knocking them unconscious. Another guard fired an energy blast at the intruder. But, he used his hand to knock him the dark blast back into the guard, who went into the wall at an incredible speed that killed him.
The last guard delivered a punch to the intruder, which knocked off his hood. The attacker then grabbed his foot and threw him to the ground. The guard looked up and him and starred in shock at the intruder's face. The face was a deep red, had white hair and had four eyes, a set of two on top of each other on the face's sides. "What are you?" The creature looked down at the guard smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp, fanged teeth. "I am soon to be this world and others new leader!" He then lifted his hand and fired an enormous black energy blast from it, engulfing the guard and completely disintegrated him.
The creature then moved to the stand at the room's end. When he reached the room's end, he pulled off the case's cover and threw it aside. He then threw off the glass, which shattered as it hit the floor. He placed his hand inside the case and produced a black gem about the size of a baseball. "Now, I will become the greatest there ever was!" He yelled out as dark matter engulfed him and he disappeared from the room.
7 months later...
Location: Somewhere in Azarath Time: 9:30 PM Earth Time
A dark cloaked man proceeded down the hallway and entered the room at its end. He opened the doors and walked inside. There, meditating and hovering a few inches off the ground, was a boy in a dark cloak, whose face was hidden by its hood. "Sir." The man at the door repeated. "Yes" said the mediator. "You are needed" he replied. The cloaked person floated to the ground and followed him out.
They then entered a giant room. A platform stood at its end, where an old man sat in a trance, his cloaked draped around his neck. He looked at the boy and said, "You knew this day would come." "I did" the boy replied. "The prophecies stated that a great hero would come to save us," the old man continued," and you were the one who was descended to be him, for you have his mark on you" "Yes, I know." The boy said, rubbing the spot on his wrist where the mark lay.
"Do not fear. You have shown excellent progress in your training and I fell you will defeat the evil that will come." The man stated. "I do not fear this coming doom." the boy said in a fearless tone. "You may show fear, but I knew you will defeat this evil." The man replied. "Thank you, my master." The boy said.
"Now, I have to give you something I been meaning to give you." The man said. Another hooded man appeared and presented the boy a sword sheath. The boy took it the blade, an incredible katana that was cleaned to a shine, sharpened to the point, and on an impressive black hilt. "I had that blade inscribed with Azrathean runes. Now nothing will break it," The man said. The boy observed the sword and saw that the Azrathean language had been inscribed on its side. "I thank you." He replied.
"Now, go to Earth. Retrieve the one who is to be at your side when you combat this enemy." Commanded the old man. "I will", Replied the boy. He removed his cloak, revealing black ninja wear and a black ninja mask that only showed his deep blue eyes. He had a belt around his waist that contained 12 flat throwing knives. He placed the sheath with the katana in it on his back and connected it by two straps crossed in front of his chest. He then disappeared in a flash of dark light. "Good luck," the old man said.
Well, there's the prologue. Please RR. Later.