Chapter II
A Heroes Awakening
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His vision suddenly flashed. Nothing was in focus. All was blurry green. Needed Air. Too much pressure. Alone?
Where?
The quiet mercenary, Cloud, was waking. He had to get out. But where was he? Cloud went to move, to swing his arms, to kick his legs, but he couldn't move. What has happened? Am I paralyzed? Am I, am I dead? Suddenly, Vision returned. No, not dead, not paralyzed, trapped, what is this? Something was familiar. He had been here before. He recognised this strange auroric substance around him. He had to get out of this encasement. His whole body was set into this rock.
Without any movement, the rock splintered. Tensing his muscles, and straining to move, Cloud managed to break partly from the rock. Firs, his hands were exposed, but his arms could not move. They were still in the casing of rock. He herd finally managed to free his head, and still following his instincts, our hero took in a huge gasp of air, only to be completely flooded with water. Struggling, he broke off more chunks of the rock, freeing his arm, and releasing his left foot.
The water had been too much. Cloud was beginning to lose consciousness. The whole area was starting to blur. Whilst he carried on fighting to free himself, He saw many other people, and a beast, similarly trapped in the green rock. The beast had fire red fur, and ornate designs tattoos printed on his legs. His long tale seemed to glow ablaze.
A young woman, with flowing black hair, and a worn out, short vest, shorts, tattered boots, and red, studded gloves.
A rough looking pilot clutching a spear, goggles risen above his eyes, and a cigarette tucked behind his strap.
A tall, bulky giant of a man, with a face of whiskers, and a gun grafted into his arm, wearing enormous boots and a torn green vest.
A Skinny, small girl, with some sort of protective sleeve over her arm, and a white bandana, holding an oversized throwing-star.
A pale faced man, tall and skinny, clad in black and red, with a flowing red cape, armed with a hand-gun, with long back hair, held up in a red bandanna, with slight streaks of grey in his hair.
All of the frozen strangers were transfixed in a state of fear, and in crouched, or blocking positions, as if some terrible disaster had happened.
But Cloud had no time for these strangers. He had to get free. He was going to drown down here if he didn't free himself. Suddenly, he realized he had had a weapon too! Catching a slight glisten off the glowing rocks, a huge sword, blade grafted directly into a hilt, with not but about 1cm each side of the blade. He reached to grab the weapon, only to find that he couldn't reach whilst his legs were trapped. He pulled at the rocks, and managed to free his leg a bit more, and reached for the sword. Immediately, He began to hack at the rock, and eventually was free. Cloud Gradually rose to the nearer to the surface, He could see shadows, but already, he was dizzy, faint, unconscious. Clouds body floated, bobbing on the surface of the ocean, thousands of miles from anywhere...
So, What has happened? Read on to find out...
