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| 01 Aug 2013 09:31 PM |
Chapter One
July 7th, 3017
Just what is hope? Once a powerful force that willed even the lowest of spirits to rise to the heavens. It brought men back from the brink of destruction, it saved entire nations that were on the verge of complete annihilation. Hope, the spirit of the human race and the most powerful force known to mankind, so what do you do when all the hope has gone?
I look around at our prison. The rags for clothes, the slaughter day and night, mindless torture we're forced to succumb to just to live one day more. This is no way for us to live, no way for anyone to live. They give us moldy bread and only the dirtiest water they can find. With nothing else, we have no choice but to eat and drink it. There are very little shelters but the ones we have are so poorly made that a few of them knock over in the gentlest of a Summer's breeze. Although suffering, we give what shelters we have to the sick and weaker ones in hope that someone would help us, however we all know this isn't the case.
We were once a proud people. Our reach was beyond nations' imaginations, we had the power that only kings of worlds would imagine. Our influence among the stars was great indeed, sadly it was so great that it attracted many enemies. Although we had the strongest warriors, the greatest unwavering loyalty from our people, the highest defences, we were easily taken over by waves and waves of them.
An unknown enemy is who controls us. Those who see them never live, those who try and negotiate with them are never seen again. We call them the Reapers, never seen yet a powerful strong force that kills all in sight. We sometimes hear their growling in the night as we huddle together scared that this might be the day they get rid of us all.
In the beginning, fights broke out daily to try and escape. It was useless and foolish of us to try but we were desperate. The survivors from the beginning of the war were thrown in this hell hole but we lost more in the rebellions that followed. Camp after camp around us were blown to bits, we think it was because the Reapers were tired of wasting their time pushing the rebellious men down farther and farther.
Hope has run dry and the days are numbered. I remember an old saying that I heard long ago, nothing grows from scorched earth. However I believe strongly that under the light of hope we can grow up and beyond the shadow of death and overcome these Reapers, I fear, though, that I'm the only believer of this. The rest have either given up or just don't care anymore.
The light is fading and I must end here. Tomorrow is another day and maybe, hopefully, the new dawn will bring about a new change, a hopeful change, that can give us the life we once had.
~Alversian Fleet Admiral, Treat~ |
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joey8828
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| 01 Aug 2013 09:40 PM |
oyes. needs moar rosenblatt though
REMEMBER ROSENBLATT STADIUM! |
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flamma
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| 01 Aug 2013 09:44 PM |
| Wait is this in the same "universe" As the other story or like just a new series like spider man and the amazing spider man? LOL Treatzy your the main character :D Yes yes yes more! :D excited |
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| 01 Aug 2013 09:46 PM |
| Forget the other story. This is a completely different one. However it seems I go destruction crazy in the beginning of most of my stories.....whoopsie. |
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bloxy980
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| 01 Aug 2013 09:50 PM |
| Does this one involve APN? |
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zman250
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| 01 Aug 2013 10:01 PM |
| I just gave up on reading these stories. |
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| 01 Aug 2013 10:02 PM |
| This is a new one so you should give it a try :D |
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| 01 Aug 2013 10:49 PM |
| You should pick a random inactive recruit to lead the rebellion. |
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| 01 Aug 2013 11:14 PM |
| Did I hear random inactive recruit |
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| 02 Aug 2013 12:02 AM |
| Lol not you senior unless you want to be eaten by a massive three headed serpant |
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dej378
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AlphaNest
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| 02 Aug 2013 10:38 AM |
This is bad arse. gimme me moar.
- lel pants. |
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| 02 Aug 2013 10:38 AM |
| this is final fantasy:spirits within |
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liana513
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| 04 Aug 2013 03:53 PM |
| atilla brain controlled me to say heil cage. |
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| 05 Aug 2013 11:52 PM |
Chapter Two
The Door
Treat woke up for the third time that night. Maybe it was the bittering cold or the scratching sounds around him from mice tearing away at what food they decided to save for later, he didn't really know, but he did know that there was another noise he hadn't heard yet. It sounded like a grinding sound, almost like two pieces of metal being forced against each other.
He sat up straight and looked around, his fighting instincts kicking in. Something wasn't right and he knew it. His eyes used to the darkness and wide awake now, he glanced around to see if he could spot anything out of the ordinary. There were piles of people huddles together to stay warm in the bitter night, the shaky shacks were near the middle of the camp, however another one fell over in the night, and if he concentrated he could make out the outline of the massive gate that ran the perimeter of the camp. He remembered the first day there when a group of soldiers tried climbing the fence. The instant you touch it, you burst into flames that don't extinguish until you're nothing but a pile of ash.
Still, the sound grew louder and louder. He felt the ground start to shake, slow at first, but then building in intensity. He was about to cry out to awake the others but stopped, what was the point? If this was the end why drag them from their moment of peace before death?
It seemed as if the ground had formed a mouth and was yawning. The earth split open perfectly in one straight line. The entire camp, shacks and all, fell down. Treat was flailing, desperate to grab onto anything in the now pitch black darkness he was falling into. Something hit him, maybe another person but he wasn't sure, and he was sent spiralling off in another direction. Still, he reached out desperate to grab onto something, anything that would drag him from this nightmare.
Finally he saw a light. It wasn't a bright white light that usually belongs to a safe warm exit, it was a burning red light. The heat was so intense that, even thought it was only but a spot in the distance, he could feel it as if there was a raging fire right in front of his face. They seemed to fall faster and faster with every second and there was no sign of stopping or a rescue. As they got closer to the light he could recognize a few of the people next to him, their faces twisted with confusion, fatigue, fear, and relief.
Treat stared at the light again and tried to focus in on it. If he was going to die he at least wanted to figure out what that light was. They fell even faster now, wind rushing past them, through their clothes, trying to push them back up the way they fell as if to save them from the thing below, but to no avail. Another sound echoed through the darkness, the sound of laughter. A cold, deep laugh that penetrated Treat's very core and shook his very soul. Without knowing what was down there, what Treat felt told him what awaited them and fear boiled up inside of him.
The heat was so intense now. The light brighter and bigger than ever but still growing. The wooden shacks had all but burned into ash by this point and a few unlucky people had started to burst into flames from the heat. Suddenly a giant pillar of fire that resembled a hand shot up from the light and encased them all in a giant vortex of fire...
Treat woke up with a jump. He was breathing heavily and the three moons shone down on his face. Despite it being in the dead of a winter's night, the chilled air felt good on his burning skin. He grabbed a handful of snow and placed it on his forehead, the snow melted almost instantly.
This was the third night he had that dream, always the same. But this time they got closer to the burning light and the hand...he didn't want to think about it. He sat up and shook his head. Looking around he saw an eerily similar scene from his dream. The shacks were still there, however one did happen to fall over, and people were still huddled together. He half expected to heard that sound any second and to fall to the creature below but the only thing that answered his thoughts were soft pit pats of a light rain shower.
He stood up and started walking around the camp. It was a pretty big piece of land however over the years since their invasion the grass has been destroyed. It seemed like, to him anyways, that the reapers where sucking the life out of the entire planet. The trees were dying, the grass was gone, even some of the mice that sleep with them seem half dead and just miserable.
He walked past the shacks, past huddles of people, and to the gate. He would sometimes stand right next to the gate and just dream of life before the invasion. A time where Alversia was full of life and they filled the planet. He remembers their military, lead by Varn, and all the other Admirals. They were created not for invading other planets but for defending the planets they'd taken into their empire. He missed them but he fears that he's the only one left, at least of the Admirals.
"No doubt," he said one night to a group of people anxious to hear one of Treat's stories to help pass the time. "All the members of the military are somewhere on another planet just growing and gaining strength. They'll be back and free us all, don't you worry," he said looking down at a hopeful looking group of kids.
But he didn't believe it himself. He saw Varn taken down during the first day by something he just couldn't describe. It's scary when you know something is invading but your brain just refuses to acknowledge what it's seeing.
He looked back up at the three moons and started to cry silently. Everybody cried daily, remembering how life used to be, crying for lost family members or one who passed in the camp, but Treat never allowed anyone to see him cry. His stories spread what little hope they could throughout the men, women, and children and if they saw him cry then what little hope was given will be blown out.
Treat looked down for a second but then looked down again when something caught his eye. A sparkle in the ground from the moonlight, something metallic. Fear once again boiled up from his dream but he quickly pushed it back down. He bent down and brushed snow off from around it and he couldn't believe what he saw. A door, a crudely looking door, but a door made out of scrap metal. He put his hand on the metal and his skin turned numb from the cold. Looking to the left, then right, he found a piece of wood from a fallen down shack.
He pulled the piece of wood over to the door and covered it up then, to make it look like the wood was there for a while, he piled more snow on top of it. His first instinct was to open it and climb down, seeing where it lead, but he felt responsible for the people in the camp and he wasn't going to leave them behind.
"Treat?" a voice asked behind him.
He quickly turned around and saw a tired, cold looking group of kids, as young as 6 and as old as 12, behind him. His face softened and he knelt down so the littler ones could see his face.
"What are you all doing up? It's late and cold out, you should be getting warm."
"We heard you mumbling in your sleep," one of the boys said. "It sounded like you were having a nightmare then we saw you get up and walk and I was afraid you were sleepwalking. I didn't want you to run into the fence so we followed you."
Treat was touched that they all got up to check up on his safety but was also a little annoyed at himself that they heard him speak out from his dream.
"Come on," he said standing up. "Let's get you guys warmed up."
As they walked away, Treat looked back to make sure the piece of wood was still there underneath the pile of snow but it was gone. |
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| 06 Aug 2013 12:02 AM |
| When do I appear in the story. I'm waiting dark and don't make me an extra that dies in a minute. |
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| 06 Aug 2013 12:03 AM |
| Don't worry, my friend. You're coming. |
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