Well I have been writing a story and decided to share it with all of you. I hope by starting off being the first one to use the ability to write stories, I hope this will get others to share theres as well. Also if your writing something, please don't take any of my ideas please. If enough people comment on my story and say they like it, I will post more. So here you go.
Chapter One
Darkness submersed the town like a blanket, suffocating the inhabitants with loss and depression. The streets were dark and barren with trash and papers strewn everywhere within site. If you walked down them, it would seem like there was no such thing as green. Miles and miles you could look out, and all you saw was bleakness. This was truly an unfixable and forsaken world. Any signs of current life were hidden inside the walls of the ransacked buildings, which were clearly in disarray.
Some were torched, with burn marks still lingering all over the buildings, as if the walls were crying out to the world in their silent last request, letting the world know the evil that had taken place there.
From over the horizon, a group of people became apparent. The group consisted of about twenty or so, and they all wore tattered hooded black cloaks which hid their faces and flowed down over their feet, which gave them the appearance of them floating. One man in the front carried a big drum and pounded it in time to the slow procession, distributing a big low bass sound.
Then they all in perfect harmony recited a low monotone chant that made life shudder and want to conceal itself.
Death is upon you now,
Carrying out its greatest vow
Time is running out like sand,
The Ironclads have you in their hand,
Your efforts will all be in vain,
To stop their eternal reign
The atypical procession continued marching strangely down the street. When the last member in the group became visible, you could see him pulling along a cart full of dead corpses carelessly tossed on top of one another. On the side of the cart, a sign was written in crimson red blood read, Traitors Shall Be Punished. Long Live Seether.
Gradually, people started emerging from their houses, staring emptily at the hooded figures. Their clothes were tattered, looking as if they have been worn for years. Grime covered every visible inch of their body. They were all a mess.
This was clearly an emotional event for the townspeople. Soon, children started to cry, mother’s started to weep, and fathers stood there, staring at them with looks that could kill. Clearly, these people had dealt with the hooded figures before.
Then without warning, three figures started walking down the street, making there way towards the ominous group. As they came into sight, people could distinguish that there were two boys and a girl, all of which couldn’t have been older than fifteen.
Without apprehension they approached the procession. Abruptly the leader of the black hooded group raised his hand in the air. The group stopped immediately, and all was motionless and silent. The boy that appeared to be the leader of the three children spoke in a clear, firm voice directed to the hooded group’s leader.
“Enough Ironclads, your reign terror will end right here.” The other two nodded in agreement. The leader of the Ironclads laughed quietly to himself.
“You three children are so naïve. Truly you can’t comprehend the situation you let yourselves get involved in. Now you and all the people around you,” he motioned to the crowd, “will truly see the futile attempt to dethrone Seether.”
Without hesitation, the three children sprang up into the air, hovering now a few feet above ground. All three rose their hands together high into the air. In the center of there hands an intense fiery ball of flame started forming, growing bigger and brighter in seconds. The colossal molten ball of fire shot speedily like a bullet from their hands, aiming directly for the Ironclads. The leader raised his hand and it turned an emerald green. A huge clear blue force field flew up around the whole Ironclads, admitting an aurora so bright it was almost blinding. When the ball of fire hit the blue shield, it disintegrated into thousands of tiny specks flew harmlessly into the air.
Swiftly the leader clasped his hands together, and then spread them apart, aiming at the three young chosen ones. In one final brilliant flash of purple light, they vanished to places unknown.
The Ironclad leader raised his hands in proclamation. “Let it be know to all living creature in this world and all others, that the Ironclads have just started to carve the pathway, to eternal reign!” The mob of other black hooded Ironclads let out a thundering yell of triumph.
Underneath the Ironclad leader’s hood, those watching could make out thin gray lips curled in to a heart-stopping grin.
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The land was a barren, desolate wasteland. If you looked off into the distance, not a spec of green could be seen. The boy, utterly defeated by the Ironclad leader, walked on his bare feet across the ground, stumbling over dried up roots, rocks, and chunks of dirt. He wore a gray t-shirt that was tattered and full of holes. He also wore baggy kaki shorts, which hung down passed his knees.
The sun beat down on him through the haze of the darkness, pounding on his neck. Sweat dripped down from the boy’s forehead. The boy new that he couldn’t walk on much farther. He new that he would never accomplish what he had been sent out to do. The same thought went over in his mind; I will not make it... I will disappoint The Five.
The boy was stumbling worse than ever now. He fell and came crashing down on his face. All of his energy was gone. He gave up, letting his body slowly shut down. He was waiting for the end; waiting for darkness to surround him, conquer him.
Out in the distance, a girl and a boy, in worn down clothes slowly were walking towards the boy. There outline grew bigger and bigger. The boy on the ground barley noticed them as they bent over him.
The boy quietly whispered in a horsed voice. “I have failed.... The Five...” The effort of speaking was too great for him to manage. The girl was breathing heavily too, and so was the other boy. The girl whispered, “There is a new group of chosen ones, they will carry on what we have left unfinished. The girl’s companion nodded too. The boy on the ground smiled to himself for the last time. The other boy and girl slowly collapsed beside the dead child, them too knowing that they had failed The Five.
The three dead children layed there. There would be new chosen ones. There would be, renewed hope. But it all started, with death.
To Be Continued...
