The Story of Connected Realms (Plot)
Oct 11, 2014 13:08:00 GMT -6
Post by Enzeru on Oct 11, 2014 13:08:00 GMT -6
An elderly man with a long gray bead sat in a dimly lit room. A child young enough to be his granddaughter sat, staring, frowning, at the old man's face. He seemed to be deep in thought, hands clasped, and a troubled look on his face. They were like this for the longest time before he finally took in a deep breath and sighed.
“It seems we have no choice, Meeka, we have to do it.” His voice was raspy, cracking a little as he spoke. Unclasping his hands, he leaned forward for the girl's reply.
“But grand elder, we don't even know if it works. How do we know they will come when we call them?” The young Meeka's manor of speaking resembled that of an adult, calm and calculating, like a leader. Her big eyes bore stress and worry upon them much unlike normal children.
The elder cracked a slight smile as if to reassure the youngster. “We don't have much of a choice and the risk is worth it. If our world's magic can be saved then anything we can do will not be in vain.”
Meeka swallowed hard and nodded, straightening her posture a bit. “If you insist this is the only action we can take, then we shall take it. I will provide you with whatever you need to cast the spell and protect you as you do so.”
“Thank you, Meeka, you parents would be proud.” With those words, the elder stood, his unusually tall stature not evident as his head came very close to the ceiling of the room of the log building they were in. “We must start immediately. There is no reason to wait any longer.”
Soon the two of them were on horseback, some two hundred odd men behind them, riding full speed to the middle of a field of colorful flowers. Once they reached their apparent destination, the men surrounded them in a circular formation and faced away from them. They drew their swords and readied themselves.
After a quick inspection, Meeka nodded and turned to the elder. As she spoke her next words, her voice quivered. “Thank you for everything, elder. We're ready.”
With a final smile, the old man raised his arms to the sky and began chanting in an ancient language. Suddenly, the night sky went dark. This left the only light source to be torches carried by some of the men that had accompanied them. The wind began to blow and soon managed to snuff out every single torch. Bolt of lightning now began to light up the darkness, cutting the sky like jagged knives. The elder's chant grew louder and louder then he began to glow with a whitish, yellow light. It then began to spiral into the sky, sundering the darkness, and seeming to create a hole in all of existence.
A scream could be heard from one of the men and Meeka whipped around to see a pitch black, spiky animal with glowing eyes ripping at him with onyx claws. Others came to his aid and fell the beast. Then more came, in twos and threes. The young leader felt she could be comfortable with their protection and returned her attention to the elder. The glow that once surrounded him was starting to leave his feet. Then, all at once it was swallowed by the hole in the sky. For a moment it hole seemed to be steady. However, it wasn't long before a crack began to form in the center and, like glass, it shattered. The elder collapsed as the shards scattered themselves, flying from the field through the sky.
“No. No no no no, get back here!” Meeka yelled at the shards. Once she realized they were gone she ran to the elder. “It didn't work. I should have been the one.”
The old man chuckled and placed a hand on her arm to lift himself up. “I think it did exactly what it was supposed to. I feel no magic in me now and that is a sign that it worked. Soon our world will be full of heroes.”
The young leader seemed skeptical but nodded. As she helped the elder up, the one question she had left slipped out as a sigh. “Now what?”
“We wait, my dear queen, we wait.”
The two of them stood in the open field of flowers, watching the sky clear to reveal twinkling stars. An adventure was to begin soon, and of all the people who would be joining them, they would be the most ready.
(TL:DR- Xantara is losing magic power and 'heroes' have been called via a great rift created by the grand wizard. However, what they don't know is that villains were also called, as they too have power great enough to destroy evil. Now it's up to the people from each world to open the rift to their home worlds so that they may freely travel between the two and hopefully restore magic to the world of Xantara.)
“It seems we have no choice, Meeka, we have to do it.” His voice was raspy, cracking a little as he spoke. Unclasping his hands, he leaned forward for the girl's reply.
“But grand elder, we don't even know if it works. How do we know they will come when we call them?” The young Meeka's manor of speaking resembled that of an adult, calm and calculating, like a leader. Her big eyes bore stress and worry upon them much unlike normal children.
The elder cracked a slight smile as if to reassure the youngster. “We don't have much of a choice and the risk is worth it. If our world's magic can be saved then anything we can do will not be in vain.”
Meeka swallowed hard and nodded, straightening her posture a bit. “If you insist this is the only action we can take, then we shall take it. I will provide you with whatever you need to cast the spell and protect you as you do so.”
“Thank you, Meeka, you parents would be proud.” With those words, the elder stood, his unusually tall stature not evident as his head came very close to the ceiling of the room of the log building they were in. “We must start immediately. There is no reason to wait any longer.”
Soon the two of them were on horseback, some two hundred odd men behind them, riding full speed to the middle of a field of colorful flowers. Once they reached their apparent destination, the men surrounded them in a circular formation and faced away from them. They drew their swords and readied themselves.
After a quick inspection, Meeka nodded and turned to the elder. As she spoke her next words, her voice quivered. “Thank you for everything, elder. We're ready.”
With a final smile, the old man raised his arms to the sky and began chanting in an ancient language. Suddenly, the night sky went dark. This left the only light source to be torches carried by some of the men that had accompanied them. The wind began to blow and soon managed to snuff out every single torch. Bolt of lightning now began to light up the darkness, cutting the sky like jagged knives. The elder's chant grew louder and louder then he began to glow with a whitish, yellow light. It then began to spiral into the sky, sundering the darkness, and seeming to create a hole in all of existence.
A scream could be heard from one of the men and Meeka whipped around to see a pitch black, spiky animal with glowing eyes ripping at him with onyx claws. Others came to his aid and fell the beast. Then more came, in twos and threes. The young leader felt she could be comfortable with their protection and returned her attention to the elder. The glow that once surrounded him was starting to leave his feet. Then, all at once it was swallowed by the hole in the sky. For a moment it hole seemed to be steady. However, it wasn't long before a crack began to form in the center and, like glass, it shattered. The elder collapsed as the shards scattered themselves, flying from the field through the sky.
“No. No no no no, get back here!” Meeka yelled at the shards. Once she realized they were gone she ran to the elder. “It didn't work. I should have been the one.”
The old man chuckled and placed a hand on her arm to lift himself up. “I think it did exactly what it was supposed to. I feel no magic in me now and that is a sign that it worked. Soon our world will be full of heroes.”
The young leader seemed skeptical but nodded. As she helped the elder up, the one question she had left slipped out as a sigh. “Now what?”
“We wait, my dear queen, we wait.”
The two of them stood in the open field of flowers, watching the sky clear to reveal twinkling stars. An adventure was to begin soon, and of all the people who would be joining them, they would be the most ready.
(TL:DR- Xantara is losing magic power and 'heroes' have been called via a great rift created by the grand wizard. However, what they don't know is that villains were also called, as they too have power great enough to destroy evil. Now it's up to the people from each world to open the rift to their home worlds so that they may freely travel between the two and hopefully restore magic to the world of Xantara.)
