Boy, I can't remember when was the last time I uploaded this baby. Thanks
all my reviewers for them cool reviews! You'll have to excuse me for this
late update; I got really sick and I had some 'lessons' to think about.
Argh! It's all a paradox!!!!
Thraxenel, the Serpent of Nosgoth ....................................
Sig and Proteus became instant friends eversince then. Proteus drowned him with all sorts and all kinds of talk, and the thing was he just couldn't shut up even when Sig got bored and sore from all his yakking. Despite this, Sig enjoyed being around him. Proteus can get a little weird sometimes, but he really is a fun-loving person.
On one particular Saturday, while Sig and Proteus walked along the muddy drains, Proteus stopped abruptly in his tracks and bent down immediately. He examined something with sheer interest on the ground.
Sig: (Curiously) What's wrong, Proteus?
Proteus: (Digging the ground with his finger) Look at this!
He pulled out a small sphere shaped object made out of a warm, bronze coloured metal. He held it up to the light and Sig saw fascinating, strange inscriptions carved on its sides.
Sig: Wow..what is it?
Proteus: Precursor Pearls. They're thousands of them in our mines. They're all over the place, you know.
Sig: What were they for?
Proteus: Idunno. My mom says they're really, really old. But since they're so many of them we just wouldn't bother to find out more about it. I collect some; but most of the dirty ones I have have fun throwing away.
He tossed the small bronze object away into the drain, where it fell with a small splash.
Proteus: I think Precursors are stupid; I mean, they make things which are really, really useless.
Sig: Err-Proteus, I really got to go home now.
Proteus: Eh? What? Now?
Sig: I think it's lunch time for me.
Proteus: Oh, okay. See you later, buddy!
Sig scampered back home and was welcomed at the door by his mother, who had her slim arms folded at him.
L. Juliana: And where have you been to be so late, young man?
Sig: (Smiling innocently) I was walking with my friend, Proteus.
L. Juliana: (With delight) Oh really? I'm glad you've made a friend, Sigfried. Now come on inside; dinner is almost ready.
Sig took her hand and eagerly rushed inside. He had always loved dinner time. His mouth watered when he saw what was on the table, and he quickly rushed to take his seat. But before he could reach out for his spoon, his mother stopped him gently.
L. Juliana: Not yet, Sig. We must wait for your father.
Sig: Ohhh mother! But I'm so hungry!
L. Juliana: Now, now Sig. Be patient.
Sig didn't want to wait, but his obedient little heart decided to follow his mother's words. So they both quietly sat at the dinner table and watched as the candle in the middle of the table slowly began to melt. Almost fifteen minutes passed, and still S. Dante didn't turn up.
Sig's stomach was getting impatient.
Sig: Mother, is father-
The door suddenly banged open in the living room and Sig caught the sound of loud, labored gasps. His mother straightened up immediately and ran towards the door to find her husband leaning heavily on the doorway, breathing deeply. She gasped at the sight of the many bleeding cuts on his face and arms, and asked in a voice filled with worry and horror:
L. Juliana: Dante! Wha-what happened to you?
S. Dante: (Breathing deeply) Metalheads.
L.Juliana took his hand and led him inside and tenderly pushed him into a chair. Sig curiously looked at them from the kitchen door and gasped slightly at the sight of his father's many bleeding wounds. This was the first time he had ever seen the frightening red ooze, and got scared just looking at it.
L. Juliana: Metalheads? But-but how??
S. Dante: We have seen them digging at the Surface Gates back South. Something seemed to attract them somehow.they were just so many of them.
Dante was shaking and that made Sig nervous. What were Metalheads? Were they good or bad? Sig had always thought that his father, on being one of the Surface Sentinels, was a brave and strong man. But to see him suddenly shaking and stuttering, it seemed almost impossible. How could something be so bad, it made his father tremble? He hugged Poopsie bear tighter and tried not to think about it.
S. Dante: I think they sensed the Dark Eco down in our mines. That's what probably attracted them.
L. Juliana: No..But, if that's true they're going to have to penetrate the whole city!
S. Dante: That is so, I fear. This wasn't the first time that happened. Just yesterday a horde came by and watched our posts;only today they decided to attack. They came like locusts; we lost two of my comrades in the fight.
L.Juliana sat down close to her husband and put one hand on her head, eyes closed.
L. Juliana: What are you going to do then?
S. Dante: I will return to my post tomorrow, and if the attacks persist we- we-might have to think about attacking back.
L. Juliana looked strickened.
L. Juliana: You don't mean war, do you?
S. Dante: Not a war atleast, just a battle to show those Metalheads that we are not to be dealt with.
L. Juliana: Still, Dante. I am a Peacemaker; I hate bloodshed.
****There were two types of people in the Metamorphagan city; the Willing and the Peacemakers. Like it was stated in 'The Beast II', Metamorphagans/ Hura-lycans have the ability to change into a dreaded, werewolf like Metalhead beast. Though they are undoubtably 'related' to Metalheads, they cannot be considered as the 'enemy'. The Willing are those who readily learn how to morph into their beastly forms and use their brutal powers for such and such. Peacemakers, on the other hand, are those who refuse to learn about their beastly halves and live a normal human's life.****
S. Dante sighed quietly.
S. Dante: I know you don't, Juliana. But as a Sentinel I must bid myself to my duty. Those Metalheads seem quite eager to get their claws on our Eco, and you know we need that Eco to live.
L. Juliana couldn't deny that. On being part Metalhead, Metamorphagans needed Dark Eco to live. They also needed it to power their daily machinery and tools. It was as precious as life itself in their city.
S. Dante: I'm sorry if this upsets you, dear. But we will have to think about the city, its people, children-Sigfried.
The two were silent after that.
L. Juliana: (Shaking her head) All I can do now is pray that they don't attack tomorrow.
S. Dante: (Taking her quivering hand) That you will do tonight, Juliana.
L. Juliana: Come then, Dante. You need your rest.
Sig watched silently as his two parents went off into their room. He didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't like the way they had discussed it either. He was so uncomfortable, he lost his appetite instantly.
That night, his mother came to his bedside as usual. But unlike any usual night, she was unsmiling and sad. She sang her lullabies, kissed his forehead and left the room like she always did; and she always left behind her warmth that made Sig feel safe. But tonight-the air was cold and empty, soulless even. It took him quite a while to get some sleep, and was grateful that tomorrow wasn;t a school day.
THE NEXT DAY-
There came terrible news when S. Dante came back home that evening. The Metalheads have struck again, this time with increased numbers and their viciousness heightened by only one undoubtable reason: hunger. Dante had lost five more of his Sentinel comrades, three of them badly wounded and near-dead. Try as they might, the Sentinels didn't have the proper weaponary to protect their Surface Gates; and though their beastly powers proved to be a useful weapon they failed to hold back their more quick and savage cousins. The city grew restless with growing fear and prayed that the attacks would stop.
But they never did. Attacks increased with each passing day. More lives were lost.
It didn't take them long to realize it was time to fight back.
The news broke out and spread like wild-fire. The Sentinels wereto go to battle and confront the enemy at the Surface, the Wasteland area.
Thraxenel, the Serpent of Nosgoth ....................................
Sig and Proteus became instant friends eversince then. Proteus drowned him with all sorts and all kinds of talk, and the thing was he just couldn't shut up even when Sig got bored and sore from all his yakking. Despite this, Sig enjoyed being around him. Proteus can get a little weird sometimes, but he really is a fun-loving person.
On one particular Saturday, while Sig and Proteus walked along the muddy drains, Proteus stopped abruptly in his tracks and bent down immediately. He examined something with sheer interest on the ground.
Sig: (Curiously) What's wrong, Proteus?
Proteus: (Digging the ground with his finger) Look at this!
He pulled out a small sphere shaped object made out of a warm, bronze coloured metal. He held it up to the light and Sig saw fascinating, strange inscriptions carved on its sides.
Sig: Wow..what is it?
Proteus: Precursor Pearls. They're thousands of them in our mines. They're all over the place, you know.
Sig: What were they for?
Proteus: Idunno. My mom says they're really, really old. But since they're so many of them we just wouldn't bother to find out more about it. I collect some; but most of the dirty ones I have have fun throwing away.
He tossed the small bronze object away into the drain, where it fell with a small splash.
Proteus: I think Precursors are stupid; I mean, they make things which are really, really useless.
Sig: Err-Proteus, I really got to go home now.
Proteus: Eh? What? Now?
Sig: I think it's lunch time for me.
Proteus: Oh, okay. See you later, buddy!
Sig scampered back home and was welcomed at the door by his mother, who had her slim arms folded at him.
L. Juliana: And where have you been to be so late, young man?
Sig: (Smiling innocently) I was walking with my friend, Proteus.
L. Juliana: (With delight) Oh really? I'm glad you've made a friend, Sigfried. Now come on inside; dinner is almost ready.
Sig took her hand and eagerly rushed inside. He had always loved dinner time. His mouth watered when he saw what was on the table, and he quickly rushed to take his seat. But before he could reach out for his spoon, his mother stopped him gently.
L. Juliana: Not yet, Sig. We must wait for your father.
Sig: Ohhh mother! But I'm so hungry!
L. Juliana: Now, now Sig. Be patient.
Sig didn't want to wait, but his obedient little heart decided to follow his mother's words. So they both quietly sat at the dinner table and watched as the candle in the middle of the table slowly began to melt. Almost fifteen minutes passed, and still S. Dante didn't turn up.
Sig's stomach was getting impatient.
Sig: Mother, is father-
The door suddenly banged open in the living room and Sig caught the sound of loud, labored gasps. His mother straightened up immediately and ran towards the door to find her husband leaning heavily on the doorway, breathing deeply. She gasped at the sight of the many bleeding cuts on his face and arms, and asked in a voice filled with worry and horror:
L. Juliana: Dante! Wha-what happened to you?
S. Dante: (Breathing deeply) Metalheads.
L.Juliana took his hand and led him inside and tenderly pushed him into a chair. Sig curiously looked at them from the kitchen door and gasped slightly at the sight of his father's many bleeding wounds. This was the first time he had ever seen the frightening red ooze, and got scared just looking at it.
L. Juliana: Metalheads? But-but how??
S. Dante: We have seen them digging at the Surface Gates back South. Something seemed to attract them somehow.they were just so many of them.
Dante was shaking and that made Sig nervous. What were Metalheads? Were they good or bad? Sig had always thought that his father, on being one of the Surface Sentinels, was a brave and strong man. But to see him suddenly shaking and stuttering, it seemed almost impossible. How could something be so bad, it made his father tremble? He hugged Poopsie bear tighter and tried not to think about it.
S. Dante: I think they sensed the Dark Eco down in our mines. That's what probably attracted them.
L. Juliana: No..But, if that's true they're going to have to penetrate the whole city!
S. Dante: That is so, I fear. This wasn't the first time that happened. Just yesterday a horde came by and watched our posts;only today they decided to attack. They came like locusts; we lost two of my comrades in the fight.
L.Juliana sat down close to her husband and put one hand on her head, eyes closed.
L. Juliana: What are you going to do then?
S. Dante: I will return to my post tomorrow, and if the attacks persist we- we-might have to think about attacking back.
L. Juliana looked strickened.
L. Juliana: You don't mean war, do you?
S. Dante: Not a war atleast, just a battle to show those Metalheads that we are not to be dealt with.
L. Juliana: Still, Dante. I am a Peacemaker; I hate bloodshed.
****There were two types of people in the Metamorphagan city; the Willing and the Peacemakers. Like it was stated in 'The Beast II', Metamorphagans/ Hura-lycans have the ability to change into a dreaded, werewolf like Metalhead beast. Though they are undoubtably 'related' to Metalheads, they cannot be considered as the 'enemy'. The Willing are those who readily learn how to morph into their beastly forms and use their brutal powers for such and such. Peacemakers, on the other hand, are those who refuse to learn about their beastly halves and live a normal human's life.****
S. Dante sighed quietly.
S. Dante: I know you don't, Juliana. But as a Sentinel I must bid myself to my duty. Those Metalheads seem quite eager to get their claws on our Eco, and you know we need that Eco to live.
L. Juliana couldn't deny that. On being part Metalhead, Metamorphagans needed Dark Eco to live. They also needed it to power their daily machinery and tools. It was as precious as life itself in their city.
S. Dante: I'm sorry if this upsets you, dear. But we will have to think about the city, its people, children-Sigfried.
The two were silent after that.
L. Juliana: (Shaking her head) All I can do now is pray that they don't attack tomorrow.
S. Dante: (Taking her quivering hand) That you will do tonight, Juliana.
L. Juliana: Come then, Dante. You need your rest.
Sig watched silently as his two parents went off into their room. He didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't like the way they had discussed it either. He was so uncomfortable, he lost his appetite instantly.
That night, his mother came to his bedside as usual. But unlike any usual night, she was unsmiling and sad. She sang her lullabies, kissed his forehead and left the room like she always did; and she always left behind her warmth that made Sig feel safe. But tonight-the air was cold and empty, soulless even. It took him quite a while to get some sleep, and was grateful that tomorrow wasn;t a school day.
THE NEXT DAY-
There came terrible news when S. Dante came back home that evening. The Metalheads have struck again, this time with increased numbers and their viciousness heightened by only one undoubtable reason: hunger. Dante had lost five more of his Sentinel comrades, three of them badly wounded and near-dead. Try as they might, the Sentinels didn't have the proper weaponary to protect their Surface Gates; and though their beastly powers proved to be a useful weapon they failed to hold back their more quick and savage cousins. The city grew restless with growing fear and prayed that the attacks would stop.
But they never did. Attacks increased with each passing day. More lives were lost.
It didn't take them long to realize it was time to fight back.
The news broke out and spread like wild-fire. The Sentinels wereto go to battle and confront the enemy at the Surface, the Wasteland area.