The Savior From Another World.
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~Prologue 1: The Death Of Heroes Past~
"This is it, our final destination.." The captain of the army, a man by the name of Drowe, speaks loud and clear to all 254 other men here. Within the blink of an eye, he wipes the sweat off his brow, while staring intently at the castle doors. "We are so close to finally being free of the tyranny of Lord Vargas. Now men, remember your training, for he is a crafty devil." Immediately after he says that, the giant doors openby themselves, and everyone tenses up, anticipating the hulking form of Vargas himself. When nothing happens after a few seconds, the men begin to slowly tread through the huge doorway. Drowe follows shortly after, holding the rear flank and shutting the doors behind them all. "Welcome to my castle!" A loud voice booms from out of nowhere. "Come to the top, if you wish to save your beloved queen." Drowe growls and points his sword to the closest set of stairs just down the hall. "Men! To the chamber of queen Elizabeth!" Without hesitation, they all head for the stairs, climbing up them without haste. "For the queen, we will slay you!" Ring out the cheers from the army. About ten minutes later, they all arrive at the top, and peer into the hall. "No monsters, huh? Something bad is going to happen. Stay vigilant!" Drowe focuses on the area ahead, seeing nothing but the ruins of what appears to be a dining room. Broken dishes, silverware, and such lay strewn about the floor, causing the army to wonder what the hell goes on at dinner time. Without a warning, a black shadow appears and cuts the heads off of about five men, with one slash of its claws. "Don't let the enemy get through you! Parry their attacks with some of your-" About thirty more fall, with either no head or huge gashes in their gut. The black shadow then unleashes a huge circular attack, its claws spinning away from its own body. ten, no, twentie, die each second, and this keeps up until the five strongest warriors are the only ones left alive. Drowe, Matthew, Michael, David, and Brandon. "This is bad! At this rate, we'll have to use them." Matthew says, throwing his weapon down, and the rest follow suit. One by one, each of them raise their right hand to the sky, and a different symbol appears on each person's hand. Matthew has the symbol of earth, David has the symbol of water, Michael has the symbol of fire, Brandon has the symbol of air, and Drowe's symbol is a combination of them all. They all then stand in a circle, grasping hands, and in the ancient language of Draconian, they all begin chanting a spell simultaneously. "By the holy light of day, we beseech thee. Great gods and goddesses, give us the power to incinerate evil at the source!" A white light covers the area, searching for and destroying evil. After a minute or two, a blood curdling screech, then a dying moan sound out from the whiteness, forcing all five warriors to cover their ears. A minute later, the light clears and Vargas is seemingly dead in the middle of the group. Drowe is the first to react. "Jeez, that took a lot out of me. I don't know about you lot, but I could use some rest." They mumble in agreement, before moving to pick up their weapons. Just as they do, Vargas picks himself up, glaring daggers at them all. "You all die, now!" Nobody moves a muscle, genuinely surprised that Vargas was not dead. They would soon learn that they would regret the hesitation. With quick strikes, Vargas impales Michael and Matthew on poison treated blades, then proceeds to slash off the heads of David and Brandon, respectively. Then there was Drowe. He could not move, only watch as his friends suffered quick or slow deaths. "How are you still alive?!" Vargas cracks his neck with his hands, then glares at Drowe. "Fool! I am Lord Vargas the immortal!" His right arm spazzes violently, before he grabs Drowe by the throat and chokes the life out of him. "You've failed, fool. I always did say I would end you first.." Unbeknownst to Vargas, however, the symbols of the elements disappeared before he killed the five of them. And many years later, a baby boy will be born. He will see and know sadness, but will go on steadfast in the face of danger. He will be brave enough and smart enough to end Lord Vargas The Immortal's reign of terror. He will become The Savior From Another World! -
*aggressive applauding* good job
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(Thank you. :D This was something I had been thinking about for a while, and I finally got around to beginning it.
Also, that first post is going to be the only prologue chapter, I've decided.)
~Chapter 1: The Loss of Maria Roebuck~
In the city of Draco, there lived a boy. In an older styled house, he and his father lived comfortable lives, but nothing was ever the same when his mother passed. His father was slowly slipping into depression ever since, and he even started drinking. Garry Roebuck was sad indeed, and the same could be said about eleven year old Jeremy Roebuck. His little emerald eyes had lost their once innocent view on the world, and it had been a whole year later that he found out certain things about his mother. Jeremy was nine at the time, and he was travelling with his mother to his school's talent show. He was going to perform some simple magic tricks, something a kid his age could do easily. Jeremy planned on showing his friends the things he could do, and he was feeling giddy about it. His mother looked down at him and smiled. "Can't wait to show everyone? I can't wait to see it, myself." She patted his head and ran her fingers through his slightly outgrown blond hair, while little Jeremy grinned up at his mother and nodded. "It's going to be fun!" They soon came upon the main doors leading into the school, and headed inside with a crowd of other students, parents, and teachers. Jeremy hugged his mother and pointed to the gymnasium. "The seats are in there. Go ahead and pick a spot while I prepare myself for my act." His mother nodded and bent down to kiss his forehead, then got back up and walked into the gym, waving to her son. Moments later, Jeremy had his things ready and on the stage, behind the big red curtain. When the show had begun, he had no idea of the looming figure watching from behind the door leading to the stage, had no idea of the murderous intent of this person. When his name was called by the show's host, the principal, he gulped and headed for the curtain, only to have both his arms grabbed from behind. "Don't move another inch, kid, or I'll end you!" The voice, loud and furious, shocked and frightened Jeremy. He stopped moving and his breath became hitched in his throat, until he was pushed forward. He dared not look back, just kept walking as the person moved him forward. "Good kid, just keep moving and you may live..." Jeremy moved through the curtain to the stage and looked around at the audience, some of who gasped, while others frowned. "Maria!" The person in question stood up, and Jeremy's eyes widened as he gazed over at her. "How are you here, Vargas?! I thought we sealed you away!" Maria Roebuck yells, gaining the attention of the other audience members. "Mom? What are you...?" Jeremy grunted as a fist slammed into his ribs, causing him to cough up a little blood. At the sight of that, everyone got up and grabbed their kids, fleeing from the school. In mere seconds, it was only Jeremy, Maria, and Vargas left in the gym. "Don't hurt him!" Maria ran towards the stage, but stopped when Vargas moved his hand over Jeremy's head. "Stay right there, or your boy gets it. Now, does he have the mark?" Maria thought for a moment, then looked to Vargas. "No, I haven't seen it appear on him. Why are you asking that?" Vargas smirked, then shoved the boy to his side. Jeremy fell on his front and had the wind knocked out of him. "Looks like I won't have to kill him. You, on the other hand.." His hands were around Maria's throat in an instant, and she punched and gripped at them, trying to break his grip on her. "Vargas!" The name slipped from her tongue, causing her to scowl. "You'll never get away with this! You-!" He snapped her neck quickly, relishing in the sound, and let her body fall to the floor. "I never tire of that feeling." Vargas loomed over the boy, grabbing his upper arm, and chanted a spell. After he finished, a black star mark appeared on his neck. "If you ever wish to avenge your mother, come to my world.." With that, the towering man vanished, and the police showed up.
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Screaming, Jeremy woke up in a hospital bed, the slight but lingering pain of surgery remaining in his ribs. "Ah, you're awake. I'm sorry for your loss, young man." A police detective by the name of Johnson tells the young boy. "You're only ten years old, yet that had to happen to you.." Jeremy bolted upright, alarmed at what Johnson said. "Yes, you are now ten. It was a couple of months ago that your mother was killed by someone with seemingly super human strength. You were in a coma for about two and a half months." Jeremy tried to get out of bed, but nearly fell trying to do so. "Your father showed up so many times. In fact, he's here now." The blond looked to the side of his bed, and sure enough, saw his father asleep in a chair. "Anyway, I'd like to ask you questions, but at this time, I'd like to see you get some actual rest before I do that. If you need to contact me, my card is on the table." Johnson said, then took his leave. Jeremy sighed and laid back in his bed, staring at the ceiling. For some reason, he couldn't remember what all had happened before his coma. Johnson mentioned something about his mother being murdered, but all he could think of was a name. Vargas... -
~Chapter 2: Glimpse Of Another World~
Hours pass, with Jeremy lying in his hospital bed, trying to remember what exactly had happened. Every time the young blond tried to remember something, all that he could remember was Vargas. The name, if that's what that was, made him feel nothing but rage, and he felt himself stewing in it. He hoped that he could figure it out, sooner rather than later, for his sake. The ceiling must have looked very interesting, as he'd been staring at it for the last hour or so, and he grew tired of doing nothing. Swinging his legs over the side of the hospital bed, he touched the cold floor with his feet, and slowly steadied himself to get off the bed. With a small grunt, he stood fully off the bed and felt that he could balance himself well enough to move. Trying not to wake his dear old dad, he crept over to the door and opened it, to see nobody in the hallway. He looked to his left and saw a sign pointing the way to the washrooms on this floor. Quietly shutting the door behind himself, he made his way to the male one and went in, going straight for the sink. He turned on the cold water and splashed handfuls of it in his pale face, shivering at its touch on his skin. He then looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, mildly distressed with what he saw. His face had become wan, and he had bags under his eyes. His thoughts drifted to his father, and he found himself thinking about how he was feeling. "He's probably feeling just as bad as I, if not worse." He mumbled to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index and middle fingers. His hands suddenly trailed to the back of his neck and grasped at a now nettlesome piece of skin, one that burned slightly, and he remembered a detail of the incident from before. Jeremy saw a vision of his mother, running towards him, and crying out his name. A bright white light blinded him suddenly, and he held on to the sink for dear life as the ground shook underneath his feet, threatening to knock his balance right out of him. After a minute or two, his vision returned, and the shaking stopped. Before he even let go of the sink, the door burst open and in came three strange looking people. The strange part about them was that each one of them had metallic silver hair, and small, beady little black eyes. To Jeremy, they sort of looked like they jumped out of a cartoon, but reality made them look terrifying to the eyes. "Whadda ya want, punk?!" The tallest one screamed, causing the shorter blond to wince at the sound. "N-Nothing, I just came here to wash my face.." The one that screamed came closer to him, sniffing the air. "Something 'bout you a'int right, kid. I don't like it. Grab him!" In an instant, the other two were upon him, taking hold of his arms. He struggled against them, hoping that he could break free, but to no avail. The tall being looked right into Jeremy's eyes, and he didn't like what he saw. His eyes widened and he yelled again. "Let 'im go! He's the boss's kid.." Their arms released Jeremy, who sighed in relief. "We're sorry to have caused you problems, young sir. We'll leave you alone now." With that, they ran out of the washroom and left him speechless. He then slowly made his way to the door and looked out into the hallway. The place was packed with people, but there was no noise that he could hear. Shutting the door, he ran to the mirror again. "What's going on? I'm sure this place was empty before.." He saw the shadow of a person move closer behind him from the reflection in the mirror. "That's because you weren't here before.." A voice, similar to his own, spoke to him. He turned around and gasped at what he saw. "Are you me?!" What he was seeing was a different version of himself, with pale skin, grey hair, and silver eyes. "Jeremy, do you not remember the sound of my voice? Two years ago, you spoke to me for the first time. In fact, it was on your eighth birthday.." Jeremy thought for a second, before his eyes widened. "Jared..."
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