Heellloooo!
I am sosososososososo SORRY I haven't been able to update at ALL these past months...
I've been so swamped with getting ready for college, that I totally forgot! :'(
Okay, in this chapter, I'll now be using the OCs you've all submitted to me when I began this project. Now, due to some untimely events, I'll be splitting the OC introductions into two to three chapters, since I don't want to bore you guys with OC introductions.
This chapter is dedicated to the following...
Me, because I celebrated my birthday last June 25th (I'm 17 now, and in college...)
Winddragon Eternal and Victory's Raconteur, my wolf brothers, enough said.
Modelgirl97, bestest best friend I could've chatted with these past few months... :)
And to you, the reader, for giving me a second chance... XD
Enjoy!
Of Good and Of Evil: The Final Stand
Chapter 10 – We ain't the only ones here
Alvin groaned as he felt the sun touch his face. He slowly blinked his eyes open as he sat up and stretched grudgingly, greeting the new day. Yesterday's affairs had really taken a toll on him, his siblings and friends. Max and Christie showed them around the giant tree known as a Yggdrasil, and led them to their living quarters.
"Wow… it feels like I've been living a dream the whole time…" Alvin yawned as he got out of his bed. He looked around his room, and he knew that the whole time… he wasn't dreaming.
'Though, I really wish it was just a dream…' he thought, looking at his wardrobe.
Every room was provided with basic necessities for the munk using it. There was a wardrobe, a bed, and a bathroom with a sink, toilet, shower and bathtub. Each room is lightly decorated with stones that shine the signature color of each munk. Alvin was satisfied that his room was lightly glowing a crimson red, with a set of yellow stones at the center of the ceiling, creating a bright Capital 'A'.
'This room was like it was meant for me…' He thought happily as he began to walk to the bathroom.
'That's because it is, bro…' came a familiar voice that echoed in his head.
'What the- Max!' Alvin gasped, shocked when his brother suddenly spoke.
'What? Can I not bother my younger brother?' Max chuckled as he asked, 'Besides, I haven't done this in years…'
A brief silence followed after, and Alvin shook his head in silent disbelief.
'I still don't get that, bro…' Alvin countered, 'How the hell could you and Christie have lived here for years when you've been gone on Earth for only just a year?'
Max's voice temporarily grew silent. To Alvin, this would only mean that Max was going to be serious when he talks. He knew he was going to get a damn straight answer.
'It's a little complicated to explain…'Max began, 'But to make it as simple as possible, due to the recent war here, time accidentally began running faster here than on Earth. In other words, a year on Earth would mean around ten or eleven years on Antimony…'
"Holy nuts!" Alvin half-shouted, but then paused, a confused look on his face. "But wait, how come you don't look different? You look like you've only grown a year, not ten! And Christie doesn't look like she aged either!
'Alvin, I told you it's complicated!' Max boomed, making Alvin flinch as his eldest brother's words echoed in his head.
"Okay, okay I'm sorry! Yeesh, you don't have to shout it out in my head! I can hear just fine."
'Alright then,' Max laughed lightly, 'Come to the courtyard just past the Hunter's Hall, we have something important to discuss with our brothers and the chipettes…'
Before Alvin could reply, Max's presence had already left him. Alvin shrugged his shoulders before heading toward the bathroom. After taking a short shower, and shaking the water off his fur (which was found to be much more efficient than using a towel), open his built-in wardrobe. He looked at the one piece of clothing that was inside: a crimson red battle suit with a giant yellow capital 'A' designed in front, to match. It was a simple cut which had shoulder and elbow padding, and when he took it off the hanger, it was so light that Alvin nearly dropped it due to its ridiculously weightless feeling.
"Do I really have to wear this thing?" Alvin asked himself. He then pictured how a would-be pissed off Max would do to him should he show himself without the suit on. He saw himself lying on the ground nearly lifeless with Max standing atop of him, silver eyes burning brightly from their sockets as he growled angrily.
When Alvin snapped out of his thoughts, he nervously gulped the sudden lump that formed in his throat, and quickly put on his new clothes. The suit felt remarkably comfortable, and the suit has spaces in it to let his fur out, making it all the more cozy to put on. He opened the wardrobe drawer and saw a pair of bracers of the same color, and put them on excitedly. As expected, everything Alvin had put on fit him perfectly.
"The way Max gets to know everything about everyone is beginning to scare me…" Alvin mumbled to himself as he fastened his new outfit and walked out the door.
When Alvin had exited the room, he looked around the seemingly endless spiral hallway that was inside the great tree. There was a soft moss green carpet with gold edges in the middle of the flooring, and Alvin happily followed it downward through the dimly illuminated hallway.
Alvin walked casually down the hall, admiring the interior designs of the Yggdrasil Tree. Along the hallways were paintings of warrior chipmunks, wielding their swords or powerful orbs that glowed their signature colors. Near the end of the hallway, next to the doors of the Hunter's Hall, was a painting of a sixteen-year-old Max Seville. His was standing on the corpse of what had appeared to be a fox-like creature, nearly twice the size of the silver-clad chipmunk. His long two-handed sword was raised high in the air, his silver eyes glowing brightly in the dark image. Around him were bright silver orbs, appearing to be circling him like a group of worshippers before their master. At the base of the painting, there was a bronze slab that read:
""Ghost Walker" Maximiliam Anthony Seville,
4th Captain of the Tutors regimen,
Slayer of Arthropos the Bane Walker."
Alvin couldn't believe his eyes! How could Max have killed someone, much more a creature that looked twice his size?
But the slab didn't lie, and Alvin re-read that very line that drove everything he once knew, into question:
"Slayer of Arthropos the Bane Walker…"
""Ghost Walker" Maximiliam Anthony Seville…"
"Why does Max have a title before his name?" He wondered. Alvin then cringed in his thoughts as he breathed a deep sigh.
The only way he was going to get an answer, was by asking the munk in the portrait himself, the warrior munk who bears the title of "Ghost Walker" on the bronze slab, and had ended the life of another to bear that title.
Alvin slowly opened the Hunter's Hall, and marveled at the bright array of lights that greeted him with the early morning sun. It was almost breakfast time, and he was hoping that some of Theodore's cooking could possibly cheer him up from all the insanity they had experienced just the day before. It was a foolish man's thought, but after what had happened, any thought's better than nothing.
Alvin's moment to himself was suddenly cut short when he heard the sounds of metal clanging, accompanied by muffled explosions and battle cries. His sudden sense of panic and curiosity told him to follow the sounds as it led him to the courtyard, where Max had told him to go.
The red-suited chipmunk opened the large twin wooden doors that led outside, and as soon as the two doors parted, Alvin was heavily swept away by a huge gust of wind.
"Whoa! What in cheese balls in going on?" He yelled, gripping the door handles tightly as the wind continue to roar throughout the hall. A black figure then began flying toward him, and as it got closer, Alvin accidentally flinched and let go of the handle, flying across the hallway and landing dead smack on the wall; letting out a painful "Ugh!" as the wind left his lungs upon impact.
When Alvin regained himself, he noticed that the black, now blue figure had also flown into the room, colliding with the long tables and benches. It was a chipmunk in an electric blue suit, his dark chocolate brown fur shining as the sun shined upon him.
He seemed to have cleaned himself up as he raised his fist, pointing outside, with an angry look on his face.
"Hey!Que eradesnecessária!Desde quando vocêlutasuja?" He yelled as struggled to stand up.
"Hey! What's going-?" Alvin attempted to ask, when suddenly a giant pitch black paw emerged from the shadows, lifting the munk off the ground before tossing him back outside. Alvin quickly followed the flung chipmunk outside to the courtyard, and paused as he covered his eyes from the bright early morning sun.
Once his sight adjusted, he was astonished at what was happening before him…
Seven male chipmunks, all in different colored suits much similar in design to Alvin's, were facing each other, standing proudly at battle stance. They had their swords at the ready as they readied themselves like a snake coiling itself, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
One munk, whose armor seemed a weird mixture of black and gray, suddenly leaned his weight to the right, and the other six suddenly widened their eyes as they suddenly began blocking crescent waves of fire. They all suddenly vanished into thin air in front of the black-gray clad chipmunk, leaving Alvin oblivious on how much danger he's in by staying so close to the battlefield.
Four munks suddenly appeared in streaks of different color, their blades clanging loudly as they continued swinging and parrying each other's attacks. Another two were meanwhile chasing a streak of bright silver, who easily dashed Alvin by when its pursuers suddenly launched torrents of water, fire and what looked like a midnight black beam toward the silver figure, and Alvin was right smack in the middle of the crossfire!
Alvin yelled in fear and covered his head with his paws to defend himself. The silver streak suddenly appeared in front of him. The streak, now a silver-suited chipmunk who had his face covered with a hood, waved his one paw to the side, erecting a large barrier of silvery light, and easily blocking the water and beam. The chipmunk then raised his paw, as if he was commanding them to stop.
True enough, the three pursuers stopped their assault, and stood in battle pose in front of them; their blades covering part of their body, ready to defend their wielders when necessary.
"O suficiente..." He called out to them. "Vocênão notarum dos nossos alunosaqui fora?Venha, vamoscumprimentá-lo..."
The six other chipmunks instantly smiled and sheathed their blades, and quickly ran toward Alvin the hooded munk.
"Um, e-excuse me, mister chipmunk s-sir…" Alvin began to ramble, thinking the hooded one was their leader. "I-I was just wondering i-if…"
"Alvin," Came the hooded munk's sudden reply, which made Alvin flinch. The chipmunk then turned to face him and removed his hood, revealing a familiar pair of hazel brown eyes, and a cocky smirk that Alvin knew far too well.
"Alvin, there's no need to be so formal with me…" laughed a smirking Max, who's calm hazel eyes brought a sudden flush of embarrassment to the red-clad chipmunk.
"Oh, sorry- Max?" Alvin muttered, trying not to show his shock and embarrassment. "I-I thought you were someone else; you know, with speaking that alien language like that…"
"It's not alien, Alvin…" Max countered, feeling a little hurt. "Apparently, the Antimonians speak in a tongue much similar to Portuguese. Sure there are some exceptions, but in any case, I'm fortunate enough to speak their tongue."
"How in the world did you get to learn to speak Portuguese?" Alvin demanded, thrashing his arms in exasperation.
'Boy, he's fast in recovering, isn't he?' Thought Max to himself as he lightly chuckled at his younger brother's expression.
"If you'd spend some time taking extra classes like Christie, Simon, Jeanette and I take, you'd know why…" came Max's reply, laughing all the while.
Alvin shook his head in disbelief. He absolutely hated the thought of school. Why Dave had to send the four of them to West Eastman High, he never found out, and he still hasn't forgiven him for it either.
Before Max could continue talking, the five other chipmunks who were dueling with him were already standing in front of him.
"Bem, irmão,você vainos apresentar aseu irmão?" One of the chipmunks, who was in maroon armor asked, speaking in alien Portuguese.
"É claro..." Max replied, widening his grin. "Mas, por favor, falarna línguada Terra, pois elenão entendea nossa língua..."
The other munks nodded in agreement before facing Alvin.
Alvin suddenly felt a sense of awe and fear within him. There was something about these chipmunks that wasn't normal; but, then again, nothing is normal to him on his alien world he, his brothers and the chipettes are in now.
"Good morning to you, fair brother of our Shan'do…" the chipmunk in maroon armor greeted with a polite bow. "My name is Saul Hunter Nelson, but you may simply call me Saul."
Saul stood about two inches taller than Alvin and, by looking at his features, was a temperamental hot-head, much like himself. He also had amber eyes, like Alvin, and his chestnut fur shone brightly with the hues of his maroon armor.
Another chipmunk, clad in the strange color combination of gray and black, then came forward.
"My name is David Jayson Smith, brother of Shan'do…" he greeted, "but I prefer being called DJ, please do not ask why…"
Two more then suddenly stepped forward, genuflecting before Alvin. One of them lowered his head while the other looked at Alvin in a respectful manner.
"I am Peter John Nelson, younger brother of Saul, brother of Shan'do, and this is our youngest brother Nathan Wilson."
Peter, unlike his two brothers, was the only one in mahogany brown fur. He wore a pair of faded gray glasses, that covered his blue-gray eyes, and was clad in a Navy Blue suit. Among the three brothers, Peter was the tallest and, judging by his looks, he appeared to be the smartest too.
Nathan, on the other hand, had chestnut brown fur, showing his relationship with Saul, and was the shortest and chubbiest of his brothers; reminding Alvin of Theodore. Looking at him, he has the same 'cuteness' factor that allows Nathan to get along with everyone around him. His chubby composure seems to give off that he had a knack for cooking. And his calm green eyes showed nothing but innocence as he looked down to the ground politely and with high respect.
'Man, these guy are sorta like Simon, Theo and me… how nostalgic can't you get?' Screamed Alvin in his thoughts.
The last two chipmunks then approached him and unsheathed his sword, stabbing it to the ground as he genuflected in front of Alvin.
"My name is Jared Shuster, brother of Shan'do, and this is my comrade Damien…" greeted the light blue-clad chipmunk, gesturing to himself and the chipmunk beside him. "And welcome to Antimony."
As Alvin had seen earlier, Jared was clad in an electric-blue suit, matching colors with his pale gray eyes; giving the impression that he was almost blind. His Bistre colored fur almost made him look it was black, were it not for the bright morning sun shining over him. He was rather tall, several inches taller than Alvin, and judging the way he introduced himself and his "comrade", Alvin could picture Jared as Max's second- in-command.
Damien looked like he was born from a campfire, given that his Copper colored fur, red-orange suit, and bright red eyes made him look like he was the son of Fire itself. He spoke nothing as he rose up to his full height, standing a good half an inch taller than Alvin. His red eyes can easily say that Damien has anger issues, and that he was more of the quiet type. As soon as formalities were finished, Damien immediately sheathed his blade and walked away, into the Hunter's Hall; the other five soon followed suit, leaving Alvin and Max alone to talk amongst themselves.
"Kinda cool being greeted formally by six powerful munks, huh Alvin?" Max asked, a small smile on his face.
"It is…" Alvin admitted, but then got annoyed. "But why do they keep calling me "brother of Shan'do"? What the hell is a Shan'dope anyway?"
Max let out a small fit of laughter before looking at his brother's eyes, and grinned widely at him.
"They call you that because you're my brother, Alvin…" Max replied, not breaking his grin. "I'm Shan'do, it's a name given to me after I killed the Arthopos, the-."
"Yeah, Yeah, Arthropos the Bane Walker… I know…" Alvin suddenly injected, causing Max to freeze in surprise.
"Well, you're pretty knowledgeable, ain't ya, Alvin?" Max chuckled, ruffling the top of his younger brother's head.
The brothers shared a moment of laughter before a church bell suddenly rang throughout the entire courtyard; causing the two munks to stop and listen to the ringing bell.
"That must mean that breakfast's ready… come on, Al, you'll be given the best breakfasts ever!"
With that, Max instantly transformed into a bright ball of silver, before flying hastily toward the Hunter's Hall for breakfast.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Alvin yelled, following suit, shutting the door as he joined his brother, and new friends for breakfast.
A chilling wind then swept over the horizon, and a ghostly figure of a chipmunk suddenly appeared from where Alvin once stood. The figure was pitch black as night, and his claws and fangs were fully extended as he swished his tail angrily; his mahogany fur looking wild and rabid as he looked at the entrance to the Hunter's Hall.
"Soon…" he whispered, unsheathing his sword and stabbing it hard to the ground.
"Soon, my descendant shall come to me, and I will finally take my revenge on that cursed Periosha and his damned bloodline…
"He'll regret to have ever crossed blades with me, the prince of Darkness, and denied me my destiny! You'll see, sun-bearer, you'll all see, what true evil can do. Just you wait!"
With that, he left. And the grass that he stepped on suddenly wilted and melted away with the cold wind. While everyone was oblivious to the pair of dark emerald green eyes now watching their every move, waiting for the perfect moment to strike; with only one agenda in mind…
REVENGE…
MWAHAHAHAH! XDD
Wow, what a chapter to write, huh? And to think it took me a few months to come up with this, and only three straight days of writing to finish this? I haven't slept yet, and I'm nearing the point of insanity with all this coffee, white wine, whiskey and energy drinks flowing in my bloodstream.
For this chapter, I'd like to thank:
Simkaye, AbigailSeville24 and ChipmunkFan19 for providing me their male chipmunk OCs during the beginning of this project. Maraming maraming salamat po sa iyong suporta! X3
Okay, that'll be it for now... please stay tuned for the next one (though I have NO idea when I'll be back online anymore)
PS: This may be my last chapter for a while... so I might give up on this story if I don't have the time and resources to continue.
Reviews much appreciated! XDD
"Living it my way..."
~Periosha