THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER. THIS IS A STORY OF MY OWN MAKE. I AM GIVING THIS TO JUST QWELL THE ARGE . I am working really hard on the last chapter I promise that it will be long but until then I have this. I hope that you enjoy this story that i personaly made. Please be a little more patient. I now there a spelling errors. thank for all of you still reading and waiting patiently I hope I do not disapoint you. thank you
A shout, screams of anger and hate, the sound of steel meeting flesh fills the starless sky. The death of many humans and creatures alike, only audience was the moon. A war for what reason was unknown, but all still fight. For self worth or the good of all, blood must be spilt. When both sides started to fall in numbers.
One ff the humans that had the dark covering have his body looked to the moon with mismatched eyes. One black as ever on his human side, but the other that was infested with the black substance eating at his flesh was red as blood. A man looked down at the chaos beneath his feet.
The man bore black wings and long raven, his eyes, the crimson eyes that many feared to see the hate that lay with in them grow but loved by the kindness that can be seen. The tainted soul that spotted this black angel shouted its name
"D---" but said no more and a creature of strange build stabbed the man. "YOU do not deserve to speak the Emperor's name you tractor" the creature said as the body fell, and white blood covered his blade. The face of this creature was hidden behind a silver mask and it's body in a blue hue, bowing to his Emperor before continuing his fight with his fellow men. The black angel slowly descended as the battle continued. Those tainted by 'dark' tried to flee but were stopped by the battalion from behind. All stopped when the raven haired man's feet touched the ground.
"Hail Lord Daemon!" a swordsman shouted behind the crimson eyed man. All loyal to the black angel bowed, tractors a follower of the dark hissed and spat at him. Some of those that were completely cover in the black parasite stared in aw, none ran only stared at the youth. The youth's eyes gleamed of hate and anger, he smiled as some wanted to fight while others could not move do to half of them wanted to run the other wanting that soul and blood. Daemon's smile grew as his black wings grew in size and shape.
Each feather twisted and curved, when the wings looked like large hands. When those tainted saw the wings grow they tried to flee but could not get through the warriors that had blocked their exit. The angel called Daemon smiled a breath taking smile at the sight of those who wish to destroy his home and loved ones, squirm and cower away. "Intake" Daemon said with his smile still in place.
The wings gave a purr of satisfaction then moved forward to devour their dinner. Those that were bowing to Daemon watched as the hands moved to 'eat'. Daemon turned to those behind him. , and smiled at the faces wanting to take part in the fight that they were looking for. "Well you can't let me have all the fun" Daemon said to his troops. The young men and creatures gave a cry of excitement and shouted, "NO SIR!"
When his troupes entered the fight those that were only half cover with the dark were eaten whole and reshaped there clawed arms into blades of any kind and fought with all there muster while still fighting the wings of the Gabriel family. Soon blood both red and white was in the night air once again. With in minutes the soulless dark lay dead on the barren Wastelands.
Music played in the background. The white ball room was vast and empty, only Daemon and another stood in the room. "My Lady" Daemon said bowing to the woman donned in red and white. Her red lips curled into a smile. Her black hair hid her crimson eyes as she extended a tan hand to the Emperor of Silhouette.
"Me Lord" She said her voice dripping with sarcasm. Smiling Daemon took the extended hand and kissed it before pulling the woman into his chest and began to waltz to the music. "How was the little war?" the tan skinned woman asked as Daemon twirled her figure around. "The fools gave to the 'dark' only to find nothing but the waste of a life that they wanted." Daemon answered with a bite in his usually cheerful voice.
"And how are things in your country, Mistress Morgan Rovein?" Daemon asked as they continued their waltz. She gave Daemon a scowl knowing that speaking her full name irritated her. "Beautiful, with my mind running the government, my Gardenia is as well as ever" Morgan said in matter of fact way. "Let's stop this stupid waltz and really 'dance'."Thought you never ask" Daemon said happily. The music played the waltz, for the guests. Morgan smiled as her arms changed from the beautiful tan skin to polished metal gloves, her dress changed to pants and her jacket turned to a darker red, the white top glowed red. Two long red and gray blades tied by a cloth filled her palms as she jumped back from the black angel before her. Daemon moved his right arm hurling a black wing at Morgan's figure.
Smiling Morgan slashed down as the wing came at her, cutting a line down the wing breaking it momentarily as the feathers separated. Twisting the hilt of her blade she caught a black feather between the two blades and sent the black knife at Daemon. Catching the feather before it could hit his forehead, he blew it away. As his breath met its surface the feather melted to a black liquid and spattered through the air at Morgan. The feathers at her feet melted and whirled around her, incasing her in an air tight sphere.
"That was faster than usual, I am impressed" Daemon said smiling as Morgan's two blades came to his neck. "I have been practicing, don't you now the meaning of the word. Means to work hard-" But Morgan stopped as she felt a finger run down her back. "I don't need a lesson teacher" Daemon said mockingly.
"Why you as…" "Remember Morgan, a lady must always be elegant" A voice said sounding thorough out the ball room. "Oh bite me Éclair." Morgan sneered at the young girl sitting at one of the tables lining the dance floor. "Oh behave you- two" D-mon s-.
Then I opened my eyes.
'Dull' I thought as I walked over to the bathroom in front of my bedroom door. "Hello" I said to my reflection. "I hate work" I said to myself again as I dressed into the 'approved' clothing for a librarian. Skirt but a male looking top. 'Dull and boring' I though again as I drove the empty streets.
A fog covered the morning day. If their was a good morning then it wasn't this day. The sun was held captive in the black clouds. 'Oh looks like rain' I thought as I walked through the doors to the main library. "Hello Vera" a chipper voice said, emanating from behind the check out desk. My coworker Mary Olly, she is a red head and fun to talk to about books, but chipper. I mean chipper, I honestly think she inhales sugar and eats happy pills for breakfast.
My name is not Vera, she just calls me that. My real name, according to the orphanage is Verrici, that name was on a necklace around my baby basket when I was left art the orphanage. I have no foster parent, I left the orphanage because I was old enough to have a job and I had the proper education.
I hated that place; I hated all the happy faces of my friends when they told me they were leaving to be with their new family. People avoided me for being too quite or a weirdo for thinking I had wings.
I use to stop and think that my parents knew that I would be a little odd and threw me away. The only thing I enjoyed about that place was the library. By the time I left I read every single book in there. I love books because they are about anywhere BUT here. Here, this life this place this world.
"Hello Mary." I said sitting at my spot behind the other check out desk. "You had another dream" Mary said happily as she moved her chair closer to mine. "I KNOW you had a dream because you are ALWAYS more depressed than usual" She said as she poked my shoulder. "Yes" I said. Mary was the only person I talked to about the dreams I have. Sometimes work would be boring I would doodle or write down what I remembered out of the dream and she'd asked one day what I was doing and I told her.
"What was it this time?" She asked like a little kid wanting to rip open their surprise present on a birthday or Christmas. "A battle with the Pristine again, than I saw a ballroom with music and Daemon and Morgan fighting then Éclair telling Morgan to be an elegant lady." I said sighing as I closed my eyes smiling at the dream.
"That is cool!" Mary said spinning round in her chair. "How do you come up with these dreams?"
"What do you mean?" I asked a little confused.
"Dreams are made from parts of your day or memory you know. I know how dull your life is but you constantly read any book. HOW could you make that" Mary said smiling as she spun around in the opposite direction.
"They don't feel like dreams but memories. I have always had them even at the orphanage, like I keep telling you." I said stopping her mid spin knowing she would vomit if she did it too many times. She pouted before she rolled back to her side of the check out desk.
'What a dull life' I thought working throughout the day.
I walked in the front door saying hello to no one in particular. 'What to do?' I thought as I walked into the small apartment. After changing and getting my food I walked to my wall. My wall was a wall full of notebooks and binders each and everyone filled with facts, history or ideas of my dream world, my other home, I liked to call it. I grabbed the first binder labeled How It Started.
The being that made 'life' was nearing his end, and he wanted to do so much more. He made his way into his unfinished area. The man had been alone since he could remember. He made his first world, in hopes of having others, but a useless hope. The people of that world saw him as the ultimate being, a ruler, not as his equal.
All the worlds he had made, not even he knew the amount. All were good in the beginning, he took parts that he liked or pieces that seemed to make things better, but all have that lingering darkness and have that pain that was imbedded into its roots, the man that it was his fault that little part of him that made the worlds that made him failed.
His nightmares and his fears and scares and deaths, HE made the mistakes He made the faults not any of his creations or anyone else's. His greatest fears were made real in his creations and his faults. As the man felt his life slowly close he had but one regret is not holding onto his hope of finding another like him.
Nothing can really die, only move to a new reality and a new purpose. Now in the white space that he had hope would not be his last. This will be his perfect work and a link to all. The last piece, the epicenter, but these thoughts did not stem the tears. As his tears fell they shined into his stars.
He raised his hand to the last tear and held the now warm light close. Bring the warmth to his lips he blew into the star, as his breath touched the light it grew and became warmer, his sun.
"I desired someone, anyone, but will never have that." The man said. "My time is running out" The man said again in one of the many languages he had made. With his last breath, he covered the white space with a black blanket filled with diamond like stars that would never fade. As the air left his lungs, his aged body, curled and hardened. He was making himself into one of his orbs.
A planet, his heart made the core, his arms and legs, the rocks and grassy lands, his white haired weaving the clouds. His mind shattered and parted, making the new life on his perfect world. However his eyes betrayed him, one seeing the hopeful future he wants made real, but the latter his fear and nightmares real.
"Twilight" was the first word that entered the people's minds, with this last thought named his planet. Like all before them, those on Twilight made their present into their history.
On the man's hopes and dreams, there was no violence, only disputes of words and delights of homes and towns. On the other side, those that thrived in the barren waste lands loathed the name of Twilight and made their half the "Void". Nothing, emptiness and pain the thing the creator had hated the most.
They wanted what should have been theirs. The people of Void nurtured and grew their hate and made their bodies change into the monsters they saw so clearly in their minds, shedding their skin and growing scales, feathers and wings, the tools that made them better then those of Twilight.
These changes were not done by will alone, the people of void had found their masters eye. The white pool had a mind of it's we being in the liquid made it know that this world belonged to it. Their new God, the one that would help them regain what they had lost. All gave into the will of their new lord and their new lord 'blessed them'.
The people of Twilight saw this and wanted to make peace, they offered their hands and work to make their world better. Some to the offered hands but others spitted and bit at the warm hands, shouting they did not want help form traitors, nor did the Pristine want their sympathy. War broke out between the neighboring countries.
The people of Twilight could not fight back, having only peace and disputes that mere words could settle. Many died but none knew how to fight back against this god and the monsters that it commanded.
Until 4 warriors stood against the monsters, thinking if this god was in their world then they too must have a god to save them from the monsters that had torrent their homes apart. They searched for many days and nights hoping to find this god, always staying ahead of the Pristine. In the middle of their countries they had found a passage that only one with no fear could enter.
In the deep catacombs they found a black pool. They had found their god but at the bottom of the pool lay sleeping a girl. When their attempts awaken the beauty failed, Gabriel said he would swim to the bottom and wake the girl up. As Gabriel entered the liquid he could hear her and feel her.
Swimming to the bottom of the pool he shock and screed at the girl, but the beauty did not wake. He swam back to shore and found he had black feather wings on his back. 'If our god cannot save us then I will' Gabriel said these words, still famous to this day.
The wars stopped and the battles ended, all of the evil beasts were pushed back and their god was too weak to fight the new angel and his warriors. Once the beast and monsters of the void were all back on their side, the Wall was built. By the hands of all the people of Twilight, then Vertz made his kingdom next to the Wall, to ever watch over the Barrier to the two worlds that just happened to be on the same orb.
Another dream I thought as I 'opened my eyes' to see the familiar inside of the castle of Silhouette. But this time the dream did not feeling like a dream let alone a memory but real, now. I seemed to be gliding somehow, which was odd for all the other times when I moved before I seemed to be real.
I new the castle well, but the once warm gray and black halls were now white and pale, blank. As I moved to the library I passed some of the servents. They did not bear their usual happy smiles, happy to work in the bright and happy castle that treated them all like a normal person.
Now they wore white rages and their faces where bleak and seemed to be haunted by some curse. I was about pull the large golden handle of to the library hoping to see Daemon but as I reached the handle may body was slowly pulled out of the castle.
I saw the once warm castle turned white and sharp, as if touching the castle would make you bleed to death. My body moved through the walls, into the forest and through the trees. It seemed like I was feeling every thing I touched in the area of Silhouette was cold and dead. As I passed the border of Silhouette things felt normal and warmer.
I was pulled though a large rock I could see that it was a mine shaft with crystal bugs crawling about, The mines were a place were people would collect the bugs and make fine jewelry.
The Atys used the bugs to make their magic machines work. The pull on my body seemed to lessen and I was able to move again but was still slowly being pulled. I continued even though the mine had ended. I somehow felt that the mine did not really end.
I floated through the wall of dirt and rock to what appeared to be a camp of rebels judging from the training cloths in on area and weapons as well. I could see some of the Atys machines in corners of this somehow vast hidden plane underground.
But still now one sees me. Men and woman filled the tent and the training groundings, children in rooms, making what seemed to be toys. Usual the dreams do not last THIS long, but I did not want my time to be wasted, I moved with the force that attracted me here. I see a circular door, the center had one of Atys orb panels used for keeping seeker spells away, so the Pristine do not find out their plans of assault.
I slowly raised my hand to the door; waiting to be pushed away or worse yet wake up. I moved through the door. The room inside was large almost like a dome. In the middle was a huge wood table, no chairs. Orb lights filled the corners giving a dim light to the room. I still felt the pull, I moved to the door at the far end, I stopped.
I am becoming one of two things, crazy or certifiably insane for thinking that this is real. I deicide to go with certifiably insane, it sounded nicer. In the room behind the door I could see a bed and table mirror and bathroom,
"The leader's room" I said out loud thinking no one would hear me. I saw that person sitting in front of the mirror, that man that made me want to near wake and sometimes just never dream. THAT man turned in his chair and looked straight at me. "Hello Verrici" Daemon Gabriel said to me.
Then I opened my eyes.