Legends from the Void - Darko. Chapter 1, Life and Blood, a short story by Void. Date added: 2011-06-09. Times viewed: 356.
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- Intro: tale of a young adults adventure across a planet known as the Void.
" how did you get here? who sent you? we know not of your origin, your weapons... and clothing... so unfamilliar to us.... so please, tell us your story, Darko".
so this, is where my story begins. it all started 10 years ago with this acursed blade......
[ 10 years ago, Age 15 ]
" Someday, im gonna make it out of this city." i said, full of wonder and exitement.
"oh please, no ones ever left this place in 200 years, at least, thats what people tell us." said Arcan, being snarky as usual.
Arcan was my best friend, ever since we were born. mom says as soon as we came out of the womb we were like brothers. Me and Arcan have always wondered about our strange faint markings, each on the palm of our hands. these markings were barely visible, so you couldnt make out what they were, but just know that no one else in our city of Dryad had one. this city was special, no one has ever been in or out in 200 years, so everyone knew each other. the one thing keeping us in, the Gates. Two 30 foot tall, 3 foot thick, 10 foot wide Chrylon doors; one on earch side of Dryad. Chrylon is a type of metal that was founded here in Dryad. nothing known to the Void could ever cut through, and many have tried over the years, all failed to even get 3 inches deep. but enough of the history lessons for today.
" i mean it Arcan, i will do it, and you'll be with me when it happens."
"Darko, we don't even know whats out there anymore, all we have to go on is 200 year old history texts, the world probably forgot about us."
The instant Arcan stopped speaking, we heard a high pitched ringing sound. judging by the reaction of the rest of the city, no one else could hear it. it was extremely loud, and with every step towards the source, it got louder, and my hand... it's glowing?!
"Arcan, you se-"
"shhh!! no one can know! yes i know, its happening to me too."
the only difference between our two symbols before were the shape, and that we could barely see. but now, mine shone with crimson so dark it resembeled blood, whereas Arcan's, the most radiant blue i have ever seen in my life.
The ringing led us to the eastern Gate. i could hear it just on the other side. when i put my hand up to the Gate, i could feel the vibrations eminating from it.
"Arcan, put your hand up to the Gate."
"why do i-"
"Just do it... Trust me."
When Arcan placed his hand to the Gate, the vibrations became intense, changint the metal Gates, to a sort of plasma, liquid-like substance. our hands stopped glowing, and when i looked at my palm, the symbol was clear as day. Its a symbol i remember from old history books, ones from 1000's of years ago. this was the symbol for blood. Arcan's, The symbol for life.
" This is too crazy, what do we do? i mean, no one's ever around the east Gate this time of day. We could take this as our only chance out of here, a chance at Knowledge, Mystery and Adventure... Are you thinking what im thinking?"
" Lets find out what this all means. the sound, these markings, and whats outside these walls. Lets go."
and with that, the adventure begins.
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