A Whisper of Light in the Dark [PG-16] [Remake]

[fenrir]

I felt like restarting this for a while now.

 

Oh, and Davok wanted to work on a Godzilla fiction, so I thought I'd give that to him.

 

[spoiler=Prologue]

The Ark. The God’s Holy Grail you could say. Hidden in the heavens, it will grant the user a wish. The wish is preset though, the wish? To become a God. A God to rule over the other Gods. Angels are forbidden to find it, as well as Gods. Demons and Devils however, that’s something else… Death, the ruler of the underworld, he has little motives. He governs his realm, and nothing else. Rumors however, say that he has a son. More rumors have been spreading that there might also be a demi god. A child with a God for a parent. Most people don’t believe these rumors, in fact. Most people wouldn’t care if these rumors were even true. There is something much more important though. This is hidden in the truth; the truth is hidden in the lies. The lies are hidden everywhere. Which lie is the truth? Which truth is important?

 

 

[spoiler=Books]

[spoiler=Book 1; Honest Shadows]

[spoiler=Chapter 1; Hydra]

A Flicker of Light. The tat tat tat of raindrops. A shadow creeps across a grey brick wall. It’s dark out, there’s a full moon. A lone figure stands on a fallen log. The log is floating in a muddy, green bog. Behind him is a watch house. A small stone cabin with a lamp hanging by the rotting wooden door. The figure pulled down his black tattered hood, revealing dark ebony hair reaching to his cheeks. The figure bent down and dipped his hand in the muddy water. He quickly pulled it back up and spat.

 

“Bah! Infernal beasts…”

 

The figure suddenly leapt from his log, landing on another a couple of feet away. The log shook with the weight and nearly sunk. The figure jumped again, landing on another. This log was much larger and didn’t bounce around in the water. The figure paused there for a second. It looked at the dead mangroves surrounding him, scattered throughout the bog. It jumped again, landing on another log, without stopping it jumped to another log, and then another. The figure obviously had agility. The figure jumped once more, landing on a large log. Beside it was a large stump. The diameter of the stump must have been 5 meters. The figure stepped on the stump and walked calmly to the middle. The rings of the stump, indicating how old it was, fell to the hundreds, maybe thousands. Once at the core of the stump the figure pulled out a sack calmly from inside his cloak. The sack was basic, just leather with a thick string attached. He pulled the string off, letting it drop into the water. He carefully reached inside the sack with his right hand and pulled out the object inside. It was a green orb with a strange symbol on it. It shone brightly, giving off a green light. The orb then lifted into the sky, the core of the stump rumbled and cracked open. The orb then dropped from the sky, like a rock. The figure leapt and managed to grab the orb in midair, spinning around and landing with his back facing the water. He pocketed the orb now that its light had faded. He peered into the hole the stump had revealed. A long wooden staircase was present. He shrugged and stepped into it, letting the darkness embrace him. He stepped down and felt for a wall. He touched something rough and barky, and grabbed on. He kept climbing down, eventually reaching the bottom. At least, he thought it was the bottom.

 

“Light, light, light… I need light…” The figure said.

 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the orb. He rolled it around in his hand, and its light illuminated once more. The figure could see the room now. He was standing on another large stump. This time it was square shaped, and green water surrounded it. An altar made out of rotting wood stood at the end. It had two carved serpent heads in a U shape. It was really a normal altar, a platform and small stars. He stepped towards it. Once on the small platform he placed the orb on a small spot on the altar. It was circular with two prongs on its side. The orb fit in perfectly. The room rumbled and the figure stepped back. A large serpent head popped out of the water, and slowly rose up. It hissed at him and circled it’s head around him. The figure pulled out a dagger, straight, sleek, and dangerous. He held it sideways, with the blade pointing back. The beast’s head circled him for a while, and then lunged with such speed. He back flipped, narrowly avoiding the strike. Where he once stood was rotting wood.

 

“Poison? A Hydra?” The figure asked.

 

Yessssssssss mortal…

 

The figure looked up. A Hydra had just spoken to him. A Hydra. The Hydra struck once more, this time he was prepared. As soon as the Hydra struck the ground, he rolled around and slashed at the side of it’s head. A cut was formed and the Hydra recoiled in shock.

 

Damn mortal! It hissed.

 

The figure was now out of sight. The Hydra tilted it’s head in confusion and searched the room. The figure had disappeared. The Hydra flicked it's head about, the silence annoying it. Surely this rogue couldn't have just disappeared? The Hydra's puny brain kicked in, and it quickly shot up, it's eyes scanning the cieling.

 

All at once the roof creaked and in one swift motion, the Hydra was cut apart. It’s head bounced around the room, leaving a trail of blood. The Hydra’s neck went limp and fell to the floor. There the figure stood, dagger bloodied, cloak wavering in the hot, humid air. The figure walked over to the orb, and pulled it out. He placed it back into his sack and turned around, looking at the still head of the Hydra on the floor. He walked to the stairs, but paused at the head.

 

A few minutes later, the figure was outside now, with the two main fangs of the Hydra in the same sack as the orb.

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 2; Old Friend]

It was still midnight, in a small, cozy, rundown town, built next to a swamp; a small tavern was wide awake. Several men entered and left at different times. The figure entered this tavern, his cloak wet from the journey. He walked inside, attracting the attention of several men. He walked towards a table in a far corner and sat down. Another man was sitting there, wearing a beige tattered cloak. He pulled the hood down revealing silver, long hair. He had tan skin, from being in the sun a bit too long. His silver hair was raised in large clumsy spikes that eventually arched down near his eyes.

 

“So Decus…” The figure said lazily.

 

“Raiden…” Decus replied.

 

“How did the hunt go? Heard you killed a Hydra? How many heads? One? Two? Did you bring back the fangs?”

 

Decus sighed, he rolled his eyes as if he heard Raiden say this countless times. “It went fine. Yes, I killed a Hydra. One head, not two. Yea, I brought the fangs back.”

 

Raiden nodded. “Did you hear about the King?”

 

“No, what happened?”

 

“Well, his son is missing, and he’s sick.”

 

“How is this affecting the kingdom?”

 

“The poor are thinking of starting a revolt, they think if they strike while he’s sick, they can take over.”

 

“Idiots, they don’t know anything about politics, do they?”

 

“Hell do they care? All I know is the king’s daughter is making a trip to Ag’radge.”

 

Decus paused for a second, a waitress came over with a silver plate, filled with god knows what. All that mattered to Decus was that it smelt good. There was two bowls on the plate, filled with some sort of soup. He grabbed one and slid it over to him.

 

“Why would she go there? That’s practically Faren’s enemy.”

 

Raiden shrugged, he had a chicken wing in his mouth. He finished it and turned back to Decus. “Look, Faren, our kingdom, the kingdom we are in right now. Is the enemy of Ag’radge, a kingdom south of Faren. Am I right?”

 

Decus nodded.

 

“They’ve been enemies since 500 hundred years. I’m pretty sure they’re getting her married to Ag’radge’s prince.”

 

“Peace treaty?”

 

“Yea. Exactly, however, people don’t want this.”

 

“Probably because they’ve been enemies with them for a while now.” Decus suggested, snatching a piece of meat from Raiden's plate.

 

“Bingo.”

 

“So they’re going to ambush her along the way?”

 

“Exactly, however, I plan to stop them.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I have my reasons Decs, I have my reasons.”

 

Raiden quickly got up, pulled his hood up and left the tavern. Decus finished his soup and left as well. The town was barren, filled with old houses, made out of dark, bluish rotting wood. The town was poor, with most of the people being lumberjacks. He sighed and pulled out the green orb from his sack. He rolled it around in his palm.

 

“The orb of Faein…”

 

The orb had white symbol of a great oak tree. This represented the element of earth. He quickly pocketed the orb back in his sack and looked to the west. To the west of the town was the Hahn Forest. To the east was Kydra’s Swamp. He turned to west and started walking.

 

Once Decus was at the forest edge, Raiden greeted him from up a tree.

 

“The ambush will start shortly, we have little time.”

 

“Right, let’s head out then.”

 

Raiden dropped from the tree and landed with a 'thump'. His beige cloak fluttered in the low breeze, and for a moment, Decus could see his cutlass.

 

"From our Pygamin raid?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.

 

"Of course. Why wouldn't I have it?"

 

With that, the two figures turned towards the forest ahead of them, and began their walk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[fenrir]

Bumpeth~

 

3rd chapter nearly done. >_>;

[Nexev]

Ookey spooky Fenrir.

 

I assume the hydra fangs are a pair of Chekhov's guns?

[fenrir]

Ookey spooky Fenrir.

 

I assume the hydra fangs are a pair of Chekhov's guns?

 

Eh. Not sure yet.

[fenrir]

Gonna do another quick bump.

 

School is becoming a real pain now. >_>;