The Last of the Great Age
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Thread Topic: The Last of the Great Age
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Jace rested in the rubble. He was knocked unconsience from a fallen building. It missed just by a little. If it was anymore closer he would have been dead like the rest. His body and clothes were soild with dust, plaster, and blood. The red head sat up. His head was pounding, making it hard to concentrate on his thoughts and the past events. The ones that happened the day before.
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I sat down on a broken tree, I put my head between my legs and started to cry. "this is a dream" I muttered "when I wake up it will all be back to normal ,ill be learning some silly spell with my teacher".i opened my eyes and shut them again over and over "its not working" i said "courage where are you they said you be there for me".
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There was always a silver lining. That was something Clinkz had learned at a young age. While things may be bad, you should always focus on the good. Because focusing on the bad distracted you, and distractions ruined your aim. And so Clinkz walked.
Sure, everything was destroyed. Sure, everyone was most likely...not among the living. Sure, he had no where to go. But positives! The Deity Tree was still tall. A new generation could still be trained. And he was alive too, which was good.
At least, he thought he was alive. His arm was burning a little and there was ignition in his chest, but he was still moving. So surely he was alive then?
Clinkz shrugged. Philosophy wasn't a strong point for him anyway. -
Ismelda crouched down in front of a pile of ash and charred wood. She quietly dug into it, her hands turning as black as the ashes. She felt a warm blood trickle down her arm slowly. Ismelda pulled a thin bandage out of the pile of ashes. The bandage was torn and coloured black, but it would have to do.
Imelda wrapped the bandage around her arm and stood up. She had searched the town nonstop since the surprise attack from the Blood Clan. Her hope was almost nonexistent. -
He held his head. It throbbed. As it did the teen grunted in pain. "What..." His sight was midly distorted, blurry if you will. 'What happened? Why can't I remember what happened?!' He thought violently to himself. Blood poured down from his forehead. It dripped on the ground below him. "Red... Blood.. The blood clan.."
Jace's eyes flew wide open. He jumped up and looked around in a panicky way. "The blood clan! T-they..." The energy drained from instantly. The male fell back down on his posterior. He was now light headed. "Maybe I got up too fast..." Jace looked around from where he was instead of getting up now.
The place was wrecked... No buildings were left standing. Just broken remains, dreams, and corpse. Ones that were hard to identity. They were all disfigured and most were charred. He didn't have anyone important in his life anyway. He didn't understand why this was all so heart breaking.
Men, women, children. All dead and gone, -
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Clinkz flexed his fingers. The ones on his left hand cracked together as he stretched back, a fresh source of pain lancing through them; but the ones on his right were sadly less responsive. That was fine though, always positives.
A familiar creaking echoed down the street as Clinkz ran. The smell of cinder and smoke followed his steps, but Clinkz ignored it. His mind was set, and he knew where to direct it. But first, first he needed a map. And arrows. And all those little knick knacks the rangers used when they went out hunting.
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"ok fine so your not going to come" i yelled. i got up and walked into my house I grabbed my staff and my books that helped me learn my spells put them in a bag then walked out side."there's no point staying here" I muttered. i walked heading in the of one of the clans. "maybe they can help me" I said to myself
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Ismelda walked down the empty roads. She stepped over a low pile of debris and fell, tumbling down a hill, getting cuts and scratches along the way. Once she slowed down, she wiped ashes off of her face and winced as she brushed over a cut on her cheek. Her mother always said that hope bloomed from the soil of despair. But there wasn't even a plant spared.
She held onto a rock in a pile of rubble to help pull herself up. She knew the general rule of the Sword Clan. If someone close to you is murdered, take revenge. But not only there people closest to her were killed, but the people of the entire village were as well. She would return the feeling of despair, or die trying. -
Jace took a deep breath. Then tried to get up again. This time it was successful. Now he wasn't sure of what to do. Everything is gone now. He shook his head. First thing first, is to find his weapon. He dug on the rubble. All that he received were hands full of ash.
He moved to the left. When he did, the teen could feel warm metal. His hand wrapped around it, pulling out his Hecate sniper ||. Now he just needed some more ammo. Jace walked to the ammo storage. Well where of was. Not much was there.
Instead, he took the ammo from the dead. Slowly slipping the guns out of their hands and taking out the remaining ammo. He did the same to someone corpse, he even found some on the ground. They all went in to his jacket. It's a military like one so it had pretty big pockets. "This will do for now." Jace began walking. Away from this wreckage. Time to leave this behind. -
I was walking looking up at the sky when I tripped over my teacher copes. i looked at him he saw covered in blood but in his hand was a book that said congrats blood you are now ready for dark magic. Then a dark magic book appeared up. grabbed it then started running as fast as I could. then I saw courage and stopped instantly .she ran over and pawed the ground "led the way" I told her. then we started to run.
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At first he didn't feel anything. But the more he thought about yesterday night, the more anger he became. His teeth gritted tightly and his held tilted down. The red thin strands covered his eyes. Jace was hungry. But not for food. Something else that couldn't be done alone.
Avenge his people. -
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we stopped near a small pond in the Sade of a willow tree. i sat down and pulled out my dark magic book I tried a spell and well I could go skating. I tried to get up but my feet burned and my head throbbed but I got up any way.we started to walk trying a few spells and only a few worked most did not.we got to the edge of my clans land.i took a deep breath and pulled out my staff. a walked in the shadows into this land I think I was north
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So this was it. The final step.
Clinkz felt heavy as he stared out over the plains. A flock of Jub-Jub birds were grazing in the distance, unaware of the tragedies that had come to pass. The grass was brittle and dry as Clinkz walked forward, taking the first step out of his clan's territory.
He'd done his best to ensure everything would be the same when he returned. Very few things could threaten the deity tree, and it's not like there was anything else left to protect. Just ash and smog.
Of course, Clinkz had no problem with ash and smog, he just preferred it be under his control when used. Taking in a deep breath that swelled his chest, Clinkz adjusted his quiver and headed out into the world.
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