Hi you all. So I told myself I would upload once every month, then October came and I was just out of ideas. I still can't come up with more to this story. I'm writing a lot though, sadly it's in a whole different universe (Transformers G1 to be precise) and nothing I'm about to upload anytime soon because of the simple fact that I'm just writing down what comes to mind without an actual story.
I thought with the new expansion I would get my mind going on this story again but so far it hasn't changed anything at all.
Anyway I figured I'd do an update for you and tell you what's going on - I'm alive and well just out of ideas and motivation - but I know how sad I'm getting when the author of a story I like just makes an update with nothing more to the story. So I'll give you what I have at the moment and hope I'll be back on track soon! And I'm soo sorry for the extremely late upload and I'm sorry for this being so short. Take care you guys!
"Make it stop!" The cries of pure terror shot straight through Malik. He had witnessed many frightening things in his days of glory, done things few had ever managed, there weren't anything that would bring him down. But these cries and the knowledge of what was causing them, made his insides grow cold. Indeed, he himself had felt this horror but it never claimed him. As they came into view of Krypari Vor he immediately caught a glimpse of the corrupted paragon the Wakener had spoke of. And it was a frightening sight. The paragon's color was drained, as though he was nothing but a shade. His body reeked of fear, around him some kind of black and white mist rose.
"Make this nightmare stop!" he cried out as he leeched a spell at the unfortunate swarmkeeper that probably had been one of those to corrupt the encasement. The power made the swarmkeeper shriek not only from pain but also fear. But he soon silenced as his body and mind was devoured by the horrible magic. The paragon crouched slightly as his hands took a steady grip of his head as he let a wordless scream escape him.
"Malik!" The Wakener touched his arm and shook him. He shot out and slapped her forehead, making her groan in pain. It wasn't an intentional reaction, but even if he had chosen it the result would surely have been the same.
"Do not touch me," he said without removing his gaze from the paragon.
"You didn't answer," the Wakener grunted. "I had to do something to wake you. What's with you mantids and hitting me?" Even if she muttered the last part he heard it and hit her again, but this time only for amusement. However, the Wakener was not as amused. What he guessed was curses in some foreign tongue flew out of her mouth. Malik would never admit it but for the time being he felt better.
"I see why the Klaxxi want him put down," the Unscathed said as he watched his corrupted brother. "But did they really expect you to be able to take him down?"
The Wakener muttered, again in that foreign language, before saying, "I think it's better to worry about getting there first."