I don't need the OC's yet, but I will need them soon. I won't be able to write chapter three, and possibly chapter two, until I have at least twelve more OC's. So please help, get your friends involved if you have to, just help me out. PLEASE!
A bell rang in a temple, far from the reaches of civilization. It was a simple temple, made of wood and with no paint on the walls. Monks walked about a simple courtyard, beginning their daily routines. One monk remained by the sleeping area, looking into one of the rooms. The monk knocked on the wall of the room.
"Dark," the monk called, "it's time to wake up. Your heading out for the trip to the Academy today, remember?"
"Ugh-uh," someone inside groaned, "uh-ugh-uuh-auh"
"Very well," the monk responded, "take your time. Teenagers."
A hand came out from under a blanket in the room. A ring of scabs sat at the base of it, encompassing the wrist. A red, blade-like object seemed to cover the forearm and jutted out at the elbow, but actually, it was the forearm, and a matching one was on the other arm. From the end of the blade to the shoulder, the arm had the same Caucasian colouring as the hand. The hand grabbed a pair of white gloves with large wrists and pulled them under the covers. After a few seconds, the person under the covers, Dark, sat up, throwing the covers off. Dark was a male hedgehog with brown quills and a bare torso and muzzle. Some quills clustered at the back of his head into four sections, two at the top that had a slight downward curve and two at the bottom that had a slight upward curve. Looking at him from the front, his quills were perfectly symmetrical. His eyes were a deep brown.
Dark got up and stretched before putting on a pair of light blue shoes with red straps. Dark then picked up a brown bag, which he had packed the previous night, and left his room. He crossed the courtyard to the front gate, where the head monk was waiting.
All of the monks were lemurs with black, white, grey, or sometimes mixed fur. They wore gold robes with hints of blue. Dark easily stood out among them.
"I can't thank you enough for taking me in all those years ago," Dark said to the head monk.
"We were not about to let you be sacrificed to Chaos by those cultists," the head monk reminded him, "It was merely a matter of doing what is right."
"I guess this is good-bye," Dark said, pushing the gate open.
"Farewell, and safe travels."
Dark walked out of the gate and down the stone steps that led to the road, which he would follow to the train station. A monk filling a bird feeder with birdseed waved at Dark as he passed, and Dark waved back. When he reached the road, he picked up the pace, making sure that he stayed on the sidewalk and avoided stepping onto the road itself. He reached the station without any problems and showed the dog behind the counter his pre-paid ticket for the train to Station Square.
"It'll be here in five minutes," the dog said in a bored tone, "the trains arrive just beyond those doors."
Dark nodded to the dog and headed through a pair of big, green double doors. He sat down on a nearby bench and waited. After five minutes, the train hissed to a halt and the doors opened. Out stepped a relatively aged sparrow, who thanked the passengers for riding the train as they came off. When the passengers all left, Dark walked up to the sparrow.
"Ticket please," he said to Dark, who handed over his ticket, which was punched and handed back, "enjoy the ride sir."
"Thank you," Dark said to the sparrow.
"You are most welcome," the sparrow responded. Dark knew he had brightened up the sparrow's day.
Dark sat down by one of the windows and placed his bag beside him, keeping one hand on it in case there were any crooks on the train. It was nearly noon when the train reached Station Square. Dark got off the train and looked around.