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CHAOS OF CYLLARON (CHAPTER 4) |
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CHAPTER 4:
Treset once known by many as the continent of warriors, ever sense the splitting of the continents, Cyllaron had completely changed, along with Treset. Which, had changed completely, shortly after people began to travel from continent to continent and what was once a fully populated continent, became almost a ghost town. Even the sun almost forgets to shine here. Soon the land began carrying the title Halloween continent and soon strange events have been happening. Because, of the darkness that shadows the land animals and people have grown crazy, and wild. Most of the towns, and forests have grown dead, however; some say that in the heart of Treset is where most life is hiding.
Everything in Treset is thrown in the center of Treset, besides its port town Caan and the small village of Van Hallen, which are at the corner of Treset, by the mountains and cliffs. In the heart of Treset sleeps its Halloween kingdom, Dark Springs which celebrate Halloween everyday, a vampire infested city called Sandy Hollow, a place to pay homage Tanba shrine where sleeps a great warrior, and the pumpkin field, field with the dead bodies of those who have passed away.
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//Belch! //
The loud obnoxious burp of a drunk was heard loudly across the bar, his sharp nailed hands coiled around the glass of scotch and he continued to drink. His blonde hair glowed under the light as his amber-coated eyes scanned the area. His black raven style wings flapped several times before he returned to his drinking habits. His feet were oddly arched like bird like claws. The man belched again before her had finished it and swayed towards the door. “Hey Bird face” someone retorted towards him, he looked over his shoulder, exposing his childish looking face. “Huh?” “Ya, you Blondie!” The man shrugged “It’s Alko my dear friend” the drunk stood swaying from one end of the room to the other. “I don’t care about your name I want a fight” the tall birdman didn’t hesitate it was something the man wanted and he wasn’t going to push him away like that.
“If you insist” bluntly he stated before the drunk threw a fisted hand towards him, unfortunately the impact the drunk expected never came, instantly the man had ducked and swung a foot that tripped him. The drunk fell on his back, more drunks stood, the man shook his head “I’m not in the mood for this” people neared him, breaking beer bottles and drawing their weapons. He tilted his head back cracking his neck before he drew a set of katana’s they were both neutralized color one black the other white. “…Okay, I’m getting ready, tell me who wants to be hit first” the drunks paused, “well?” Alko questioned “lets drink” the drunks spoke to each other as they sat down, resuming to their drinking. The harpy was left blade drawn and placed under a threatening situation.
“You have got to be joking” the man sheathed his weapons and soon exited the facility in shear embarrassment. Alko’s wings opened and within seconds he flew away. Unaware of the eyes that watched him. A cloaked man sat on the dirt ground and watched the harpy make its way across the cloudy sky, beside him rested a long and rather heavy looking scythe, upon it had a open mouthed skull that held the blade. His eyes were hidden under the hood of his cloak, however; welcomed out long black hair that flowed beautifully in front of him, around his neck hung a caged skull. His clawed feet dug into the dirt that he sat on, and on his back were folded bat wings.
The man slowly raised his head to expose a batish looking face; his green eyes were both clouded with the lost memories that he tried hard to remember. The only memory the Batman could remember was the hit that he had received before his black out. Despite, his mean looking appearance he wasn’t a mean character at all. He was a shy character, silent, and mysterious. He accepted everyone, but hated light, and often was rather strict and serious. The town’s people called him Death for short, because, of his appearance however; everyone accepted him for who he was.
“DEATH!” A little girl cried out, he stood up as he turned around “what is it Flonne?” there was a red headed girl that ran towards him, her hair into small pigtails, and her blue eyes soaked in tears. “Mommy…it’s mommy” he neared her and dropped on a knee as he raised her face to look at her “what about your mother?” she continued to cry “She…” the girl snorted “she was bitten by a vampire!” “VAMPIRES!” The man abruptly stood up, his heart thrust back in forth, “what about vampires? Vampires haven’t been seen here in ages!” He stated, however; the girl continued to cry, “Come, come quick!”
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A browned hair woman was sprawled across the floor heartbeat was slowing down and soon the batish man had collapsed on a knee and support her bleeding neck. She was gasping for air and crying. “Death…” she silently called out, “take care of Flonne” “No, Eleanor try to ignore the feeling” the woman smiled as she looked at Death, and her daughter “Death…you’ll never…change…” her hand dropped to the floor and soon her heart beat had stopped. “No, Eleanor speak up ELEANOR!” He shook her body back and forth, hoping to grab her out of the reach of death. “ELEANOR” “MOMMY!” The little girl cried, “mommy don’t go” the girl pleaded.
“Death I came as fast as I could” a buffed up man entered the room, he ran his hands through his brown hair, it was only until his brown eyes managed to reach Eleanor’s corpse that he had came to his senses. “Oh not…Death…” Death connected his eyes with the man “it’s ok Lucas…” the girl was still sobbing “I’ll kill who did this…I’ll show them what they’ve done to me.”
 TheScribbler7 · Tue Jan 16, 2007 @ 11:46pm · 0 Comments |
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