Superbird
Fire emblem is great
I am doing this for NaNo. Once it starts, updates will be more frequent.
Background information about the story itself:
I started this on notebook paper about two years ago. I recently finished it on Notebook paper, and decided to try to type it for NaNoWriMo. It's probably not gonna add up to 50,000 words, but...What can I say. I'll also be posting it here for critique. So thanks in advance.
A boy walked into a dark room.
He was a teenager, maybe fourteen or fifteen years of age. He was wearing a full-body set of white clothing. The clothing seemed to glow, lighting his dark surroundings a little.
The boy was holding a rod, made from two smaller rods that twisted around each other. At the end was a white globe. This globe was glowing with an intense light.
As he walked forward into the pitch-black room, he noticed it was very bland. The walls were made of stone, connected like bricks. The stone seemed especially grey and cold, partly due to the room’s low luminescence and partly due to the design. The room’s only light sources were the few torches, spouting black fire, which bordered the room’s walls. Even though the torches were spouting fire, the boy reminded himself, it was bad fire. Dark fire. They did not diminish the darkness and the chilliness in the room.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, a cool dark voice came, seemingly out of nowhere. “So, you’ve finally come, have you?”
The boy jumped, and frantically began searching for the source of the voice. It was this voice’s bearer he had come for in the first place.
The voice continued. “About time you got here. It’s actually surprising that someone of your skill level managed to get this far.”
The boy was becoming annoyed. “Stop taunting and show yourself, coward!”
All of the room’s shadows condensed into a single, shadowy figure, which levitated a meter or so off the ground at the back of the room. Actually, it was more of a stick figure than an actual human. Its body was a pitifully thin stick-like line, as well as its legs. Its arms followed suit, and were crossed against its chest. Its head was a large, grey globe, a tiny bit larger than the size of a normal human’s head. Though the darkness in the room made it hard to see anyway, the figure seemed to be wearing sunglasses.
It smirked. “I expect you came here to challenge me?” The figure chuckled. “Of course, you’ll fail, just like all the others.
His only reply was a faint grunt and a small nod.
“Fine then,” the figure replied, “let’s cut the chit chat and progress to the good stuff. The figure, still smirking, took a fighting pose.
The boy was ready for this, however, and sprang into action. The globe on his wand started glowing, and he swung it through the air in the direction of the shadowy figure. From it, a crescent of light emerged and flew through the room toward the demonic figure. It hit, and then the figure disappeared.
Suddenly, the wand was knocked out of the boy’s hand. Upon hitting the floor, it disappeared inexplicably. The shadowy figure seized the boy from behind, and held him down. The boy, although he tried to use all of his strength, could not move.
The figure laughed. “You need more practice,” it said, and raised one stick-figure hand. It glowed with a black light.
The boy braced himself.
NOTES:
Prologue=short. Extremely short.
Badass stick figure, yeah!
Vagueness FTW—You'll find out at a later time.
...For the record, I have the entire thing written out next to me on about fifty sheets of notebook paper.
Background information about the story itself:
I started this on notebook paper about two years ago. I recently finished it on Notebook paper, and decided to try to type it for NaNoWriMo. It's probably not gonna add up to 50,000 words, but...What can I say. I'll also be posting it here for critique. So thanks in advance.
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[size=+3]Prologue[/size]
The Shadow
[size=+3]Prologue[/size]
The Shadow
A boy walked into a dark room.
He was a teenager, maybe fourteen or fifteen years of age. He was wearing a full-body set of white clothing. The clothing seemed to glow, lighting his dark surroundings a little.
The boy was holding a rod, made from two smaller rods that twisted around each other. At the end was a white globe. This globe was glowing with an intense light.
As he walked forward into the pitch-black room, he noticed it was very bland. The walls were made of stone, connected like bricks. The stone seemed especially grey and cold, partly due to the room’s low luminescence and partly due to the design. The room’s only light sources were the few torches, spouting black fire, which bordered the room’s walls. Even though the torches were spouting fire, the boy reminded himself, it was bad fire. Dark fire. They did not diminish the darkness and the chilliness in the room.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, a cool dark voice came, seemingly out of nowhere. “So, you’ve finally come, have you?”
The boy jumped, and frantically began searching for the source of the voice. It was this voice’s bearer he had come for in the first place.
The voice continued. “About time you got here. It’s actually surprising that someone of your skill level managed to get this far.”
The boy was becoming annoyed. “Stop taunting and show yourself, coward!”
All of the room’s shadows condensed into a single, shadowy figure, which levitated a meter or so off the ground at the back of the room. Actually, it was more of a stick figure than an actual human. Its body was a pitifully thin stick-like line, as well as its legs. Its arms followed suit, and were crossed against its chest. Its head was a large, grey globe, a tiny bit larger than the size of a normal human’s head. Though the darkness in the room made it hard to see anyway, the figure seemed to be wearing sunglasses.
It smirked. “I expect you came here to challenge me?” The figure chuckled. “Of course, you’ll fail, just like all the others.
His only reply was a faint grunt and a small nod.
“Fine then,” the figure replied, “let’s cut the chit chat and progress to the good stuff. The figure, still smirking, took a fighting pose.
The boy was ready for this, however, and sprang into action. The globe on his wand started glowing, and he swung it through the air in the direction of the shadowy figure. From it, a crescent of light emerged and flew through the room toward the demonic figure. It hit, and then the figure disappeared.
Suddenly, the wand was knocked out of the boy’s hand. Upon hitting the floor, it disappeared inexplicably. The shadowy figure seized the boy from behind, and held him down. The boy, although he tried to use all of his strength, could not move.
The figure laughed. “You need more practice,” it said, and raised one stick-figure hand. It glowed with a black light.
The boy braced himself.
NOTES:
Prologue=short. Extremely short.
Badass stick figure, yeah!
Vagueness FTW—You'll find out at a later time.
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Well then...As of time of posting, I already have chapters one and two typed out, but I'm just gonna put this up for now. Others up later—Comments, anyone?...For the record, I have the entire thing written out next to me on about fifty sheets of notebook paper.
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