Post by Shoen on Mar 27, 2004 0:38:48 GMT -5
Anyone who bothered to read my first little section of my story I am writing will already know some of the odd happenings that have been happening. I decided to put up another part of my story. It starts off from the last part I posted in the General Board. If you would like to read it and are too lazy to go and look a page or two back, just tell me and I'll PM you. OKay, here it goes:
“Ah, you two are awake.” Shoen and Micahel jumped at the sound of someone else’s voice as they came into the cavern. An old man was standing near Shoen’s original spot on the floor. He had shiny blue eyes and a nice smile. His hair was pure white. Luckily for him, he had no marks of battle. He wore a gun on his belt, but there was also a sword on it as well. Shoen then noticed that others had a sword too.
“It is the mark of a high-ranking member of the Rebellion.” Shoen looked at the old man. He was very cheerful and welcoming.
“Who are you?” Michael asked.
“I am Iyan, the Third Commander of this section;” the old man then pointed at two others; “The bruised one is the Second Commander, Goras, and that is Juran, the First Commander.” Shoen looked at both. Goras was a big man whose whole body looked like it had been through more wars than anyone else. He wore a torn shirt that had faded to grey. His pants were frade at the bottom edge.
It was Juran that caught Shoen’s eye. He was unscathed. He looked young and energetic, and he was also smiling at something perhaps in his dreams. He wore another outfit of a suit and jeans.
The old man smiled; “Juran is young, no?” Shoen turned back to Iyan.
“What are we doing here?” Iyan frowned. Michael shot him a look. Crap, thought Shoen, shouldn’t have said that. Shoen then realized Iyan was searching him with his eyes. Iyan then turned to Micahel and seem to decide on something.
“Is your name Michael?” He asked.
Yes was Michael’s only reply. Iyan then turned to Shoen.
“…And you are Shoen are you not?” Shoen was stunned. How did he know? “Well?”
“…Yes.” Iyan looked pleased.
“Yes, yes, you are the new recruits we got from the slave blockades. Alright, since all of the Alcaraists’ Government is now aiming at making you guys know nothing about us, it is obvious you have no clue what’s going on... Alright I’ll explain.
“As you know, ever since the beginning of time, the Alcaraist have ruled our planet. It was about in the 900’s that a group of slaves banded together trying to oppose the Alcaraists’ tryanny. The survivors of that group secretly vanished and tried to regroup to take out the Alcaraists in one final blow. After six centuries, they put their plan into action… but failed.”
Alcaraists? The beginning of time? What the heck is he talking about? Questions flowed through Shoen’s mind faster than anything he’d ever expierenced. This made no sense.
“Why?” questioned Michael.
“There was one of them; Aven is his name, which wielded a sword name Sorak. It glowed black and all who were killed by are said to have troubled spirits. He slaughtered all but a couple all by himself.”
“Are they that powerful?” Michael pursued further.
“No, the average Alcaraist is as strong and fast as us. This one however… he and two others that go by the names of Rehna and Alcar are immortal. They are incredible. I was lucky enough to live when Rehna attacked us once. She was incredible. A single stroke of her arm and lighting pierced friends…” Iyan paused as if he was waiting for something. Shoen’s head finally made sense of things.
“Are we on a misson today?” Iyan face, which had been comforting awhile ago, now turned into a slight frown.
“Yes.” There was silence for what seemed ages. Shoen processed this through his mind. He was being thrown into a war. The menaing of war itself seemed to be nothing more than a myth back at his real home. Shoen now questioned his own sanity. Did he really even live in the real world for 17 years? Could he have dreamed this whole thing up during his lifetime as a slave to the Alcarist? Shoen shook his head, without noticing the others. Michael was staring down at the gun down at his feet, probably having the same thoughts. Realizing Iyan was staring at him; Shoen lifted his head and looked at this new friend. He smiled a smile of dispair.
EDIT: Pleas post comments, criticisms, or questions!#nosmileys
“Ah, you two are awake.” Shoen and Micahel jumped at the sound of someone else’s voice as they came into the cavern. An old man was standing near Shoen’s original spot on the floor. He had shiny blue eyes and a nice smile. His hair was pure white. Luckily for him, he had no marks of battle. He wore a gun on his belt, but there was also a sword on it as well. Shoen then noticed that others had a sword too.
“It is the mark of a high-ranking member of the Rebellion.” Shoen looked at the old man. He was very cheerful and welcoming.
“Who are you?” Michael asked.
“I am Iyan, the Third Commander of this section;” the old man then pointed at two others; “The bruised one is the Second Commander, Goras, and that is Juran, the First Commander.” Shoen looked at both. Goras was a big man whose whole body looked like it had been through more wars than anyone else. He wore a torn shirt that had faded to grey. His pants were frade at the bottom edge.
It was Juran that caught Shoen’s eye. He was unscathed. He looked young and energetic, and he was also smiling at something perhaps in his dreams. He wore another outfit of a suit and jeans.
The old man smiled; “Juran is young, no?” Shoen turned back to Iyan.
“What are we doing here?” Iyan frowned. Michael shot him a look. Crap, thought Shoen, shouldn’t have said that. Shoen then realized Iyan was searching him with his eyes. Iyan then turned to Micahel and seem to decide on something.
“Is your name Michael?” He asked.
Yes was Michael’s only reply. Iyan then turned to Shoen.
“…And you are Shoen are you not?” Shoen was stunned. How did he know? “Well?”
“…Yes.” Iyan looked pleased.
“Yes, yes, you are the new recruits we got from the slave blockades. Alright, since all of the Alcaraists’ Government is now aiming at making you guys know nothing about us, it is obvious you have no clue what’s going on... Alright I’ll explain.
“As you know, ever since the beginning of time, the Alcaraist have ruled our planet. It was about in the 900’s that a group of slaves banded together trying to oppose the Alcaraists’ tryanny. The survivors of that group secretly vanished and tried to regroup to take out the Alcaraists in one final blow. After six centuries, they put their plan into action… but failed.”
Alcaraists? The beginning of time? What the heck is he talking about? Questions flowed through Shoen’s mind faster than anything he’d ever expierenced. This made no sense.
“Why?” questioned Michael.
“There was one of them; Aven is his name, which wielded a sword name Sorak. It glowed black and all who were killed by are said to have troubled spirits. He slaughtered all but a couple all by himself.”
“Are they that powerful?” Michael pursued further.
“No, the average Alcaraist is as strong and fast as us. This one however… he and two others that go by the names of Rehna and Alcar are immortal. They are incredible. I was lucky enough to live when Rehna attacked us once. She was incredible. A single stroke of her arm and lighting pierced friends…” Iyan paused as if he was waiting for something. Shoen’s head finally made sense of things.
“Are we on a misson today?” Iyan face, which had been comforting awhile ago, now turned into a slight frown.
“Yes.” There was silence for what seemed ages. Shoen processed this through his mind. He was being thrown into a war. The menaing of war itself seemed to be nothing more than a myth back at his real home. Shoen now questioned his own sanity. Did he really even live in the real world for 17 years? Could he have dreamed this whole thing up during his lifetime as a slave to the Alcarist? Shoen shook his head, without noticing the others. Michael was staring down at the gun down at his feet, probably having the same thoughts. Realizing Iyan was staring at him; Shoen lifted his head and looked at this new friend. He smiled a smile of dispair.
EDIT: Pleas post comments, criticisms, or questions!#nosmileys
