Post by Sam on Sept 19, 2007 17:29:26 GMT -5
(So this is something I wrote at the beginning of the summer, I am currently about seven chapters into it, 60 pages. It basically revolves around three characters, one of them is in a different time zone. I believe I wrote this kinda like, pre-neanderthals in a way. It is the story of a great world divided into three different factions, Ongaia, Vade and Sundalah. All of them powerful. Eventually, the ending is not happy, but it shows how a world is brought to a powerful state, then brought down from Human aspects and emotions. This is fantasy, however there are no orcs or dwarves, all humans. So this is the prologue about one of the older and wiser characters; and it sorta reflects.)
Prologue: My Shattered World
A strong gust blew in the wind. The autumn leaves blew across Oion’s pale, scarred face. His red eyes stared into the morning sun, cursing the light. He ran his fingers along the tall grass. He was miles away now from his empire; he was visiting his father. Oion walked further, until he saw the tall limestone. He walked up to the stone slowly, watching his steps. When he was before the stone, he knelt down in front of it.
He began to mutter aimlessly, praying. He hadn’t spoken to his father in awhile, so he decided he should have. Oion opened his old eyes, still directed to the grave. “What is it Kaidan?”
“Leaders from the Ongaia wish to speak with you, emperor.” The Vade lord replied, slightly bowing.
“Yes, I know; which is why I am out here.” Oion stood up, and turned around. His long black cloak swung past his shoulder.
“You know, one day the entire Ongaia order is going to try and kill you.” Kaidan remarked, looking past Oion.
“One day? The day has been everyday for the last three years, meeting them is probably another trap, or another ploy to have me killed.” Oion replied, smirking. Oion began to walk forward, Kaidan followed beside him as he past.
“The Ongaia aren’t like the Sundalah, master, you have too much hate for them.”
“No, they are exactly like the Sundalah, they descended from them. Maybe some from Vade, but either way, they try to be different, but they aren’t.”
“Aren’t we as well?” Kaidan asked.
For a second, Oion paused. “No, we are meant to be vade. We are those who have chosen another path, so we weren’t meant to be, Sundalah. Ongaia are still Sundalah, but they claim to be enemies, due to separate believes, ever since the senate proclaimed certain issues against the Timjaroo war. I suspect you haven’t ready lore as much as you were told?”
Kaidan sniffed. “Will all due respect, I feel my place as a vade should not be bent on Lore, but power and dominance.”
“You have the attitude of a common man of this colony, Kaidan, but as a Vade Lord, you need to be more. Even if that means spending a few days in the academy library, reading old scrolls.” Oion commented. “That same attitude led to the fall of the Vade, twice. However you wouldn’t know that, because it’s history.” Oion’s head shifted toward Kaidan, while he smirked.
Kaidan bowed his head slightly, seeming a little ashamed. “Apologies.”
“It will take long for one of your position to learn the full potentials of the dark side. I myself do not know everything; the last Vade lord I recall that fully understood the dark side was Dalaranus, but he has long past. The world has changed much since then.” Oion said, looking into the morning sun.
“I understand, master.” Kaidan bowed.
“One of the Vade’s many faults are to jump to such conclusions, which would begin in aggression. However, it is not always a negative trait.”
“You always seem to have something negative to say about Vade attributes, Master Oion.” Kaidan remarked.
“I’ve traveled so far, and seen so many things Kaidan. I have lived this world nearly five hundred years. My time in the ember tombs has given well. My world has been changed so many times. Through my philosophies of change, I learnt the many aspects of each Sundalah and Vade, both the dark side and light. I’ve seen balance in the magic change so many times.” Oion sighed. “The Sundalah and Vade fight so hard to keep it on there side.”
“You have never completely told me of your past master, yet I’ve known you for at least seventeen years.” Kaidan commented.
“I prefer it that way. You know me as Master Oion. You always will.” Oion’s tone of voice seemed strict.
Kaidan bowed, retreating from his comment. “One of the Ongaia claims to be a man named O’Riend, do you know him?” He changed the subject.
I refuse to kill him, this is pathetic Jaraud, even for you.
You will shame all of Vade.
Thoughts raced through Oion’s clouded mind. His memory mainly recalled to the blue rock country, Torasus. He watched the moonlight shine over him, he remembered seeing his eyes, which frightened him the most. His sword was drawn, shed in blood. Not like a usual Vade weapon, much better. He hadn’t wielded a blade in fifty years. ‘
He found himself alone in a black room, or place. In front of him he saw two red eyes, and a boy. How could emotions so human lead to this? His hands, heavy; shoulders weak. Head bowed.
Oion’s thoughts ceased. He then shook his head slightly, regaining himself from his daze. “I have heard, of such a name. I used to be familiar with that name very well, and very closely; Kaidan.” Oion fell silent again, trying to re-enter his past thoughts.
Kaidan was still silent. Oion could sense his deep thought and judgment.
Oion eyes squinted. “No, Kaidan, I wasn’t always like this. No Vade was, and you must learn, every Vade’s personality or traits have been shattered, which truly makes us what we are. That is true philosophy, which I have learned.”
Prologue: My Shattered World
A strong gust blew in the wind. The autumn leaves blew across Oion’s pale, scarred face. His red eyes stared into the morning sun, cursing the light. He ran his fingers along the tall grass. He was miles away now from his empire; he was visiting his father. Oion walked further, until he saw the tall limestone. He walked up to the stone slowly, watching his steps. When he was before the stone, he knelt down in front of it.
He began to mutter aimlessly, praying. He hadn’t spoken to his father in awhile, so he decided he should have. Oion opened his old eyes, still directed to the grave. “What is it Kaidan?”
“Leaders from the Ongaia wish to speak with you, emperor.” The Vade lord replied, slightly bowing.
“Yes, I know; which is why I am out here.” Oion stood up, and turned around. His long black cloak swung past his shoulder.
“You know, one day the entire Ongaia order is going to try and kill you.” Kaidan remarked, looking past Oion.
“One day? The day has been everyday for the last three years, meeting them is probably another trap, or another ploy to have me killed.” Oion replied, smirking. Oion began to walk forward, Kaidan followed beside him as he past.
“The Ongaia aren’t like the Sundalah, master, you have too much hate for them.”
“No, they are exactly like the Sundalah, they descended from them. Maybe some from Vade, but either way, they try to be different, but they aren’t.”
“Aren’t we as well?” Kaidan asked.
For a second, Oion paused. “No, we are meant to be vade. We are those who have chosen another path, so we weren’t meant to be, Sundalah. Ongaia are still Sundalah, but they claim to be enemies, due to separate believes, ever since the senate proclaimed certain issues against the Timjaroo war. I suspect you haven’t ready lore as much as you were told?”
Kaidan sniffed. “Will all due respect, I feel my place as a vade should not be bent on Lore, but power and dominance.”
“You have the attitude of a common man of this colony, Kaidan, but as a Vade Lord, you need to be more. Even if that means spending a few days in the academy library, reading old scrolls.” Oion commented. “That same attitude led to the fall of the Vade, twice. However you wouldn’t know that, because it’s history.” Oion’s head shifted toward Kaidan, while he smirked.
Kaidan bowed his head slightly, seeming a little ashamed. “Apologies.”
“It will take long for one of your position to learn the full potentials of the dark side. I myself do not know everything; the last Vade lord I recall that fully understood the dark side was Dalaranus, but he has long past. The world has changed much since then.” Oion said, looking into the morning sun.
“I understand, master.” Kaidan bowed.
“One of the Vade’s many faults are to jump to such conclusions, which would begin in aggression. However, it is not always a negative trait.”
“You always seem to have something negative to say about Vade attributes, Master Oion.” Kaidan remarked.
“I’ve traveled so far, and seen so many things Kaidan. I have lived this world nearly five hundred years. My time in the ember tombs has given well. My world has been changed so many times. Through my philosophies of change, I learnt the many aspects of each Sundalah and Vade, both the dark side and light. I’ve seen balance in the magic change so many times.” Oion sighed. “The Sundalah and Vade fight so hard to keep it on there side.”
“You have never completely told me of your past master, yet I’ve known you for at least seventeen years.” Kaidan commented.
“I prefer it that way. You know me as Master Oion. You always will.” Oion’s tone of voice seemed strict.
Kaidan bowed, retreating from his comment. “One of the Ongaia claims to be a man named O’Riend, do you know him?” He changed the subject.
I refuse to kill him, this is pathetic Jaraud, even for you.
You will shame all of Vade.
Thoughts raced through Oion’s clouded mind. His memory mainly recalled to the blue rock country, Torasus. He watched the moonlight shine over him, he remembered seeing his eyes, which frightened him the most. His sword was drawn, shed in blood. Not like a usual Vade weapon, much better. He hadn’t wielded a blade in fifty years. ‘
He found himself alone in a black room, or place. In front of him he saw two red eyes, and a boy. How could emotions so human lead to this? His hands, heavy; shoulders weak. Head bowed.
Oion’s thoughts ceased. He then shook his head slightly, regaining himself from his daze. “I have heard, of such a name. I used to be familiar with that name very well, and very closely; Kaidan.” Oion fell silent again, trying to re-enter his past thoughts.
Kaidan was still silent. Oion could sense his deep thought and judgment.
Oion eyes squinted. “No, Kaidan, I wasn’t always like this. No Vade was, and you must learn, every Vade’s personality or traits have been shattered, which truly makes us what we are. That is true philosophy, which I have learned.”
