[Story] Immortal Chronicles. The Silent Fight

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--Times passes like life, drifting in and out of the world in a cycle, from birth to death. The day's warm air brings light to the earthy planet of Augustus Cloudica, the only planet left with an atmosphere stable enough to keep life bound to its surface. While the night's cold air cools down the planet's surface like ice.

--The creatures of Augustus Cloudica vary, but none are as significantly unique as it's three most dominate races. The humans, the first creations of the world, establishing civilizations and farms, to keep themselves alive. The Angels, looking down upon the humans, created from the light of the sun itself, the world's second creations, pitying the humans and their life styles. The Shakari, possible the most unique, and most mysterious species yet. Created from humans and Angels alike, and casting an unforgiving shadow starting from the infamous dark lake of Artarius, where it is said, to hold the secrets of the entire universe.

--But time has passed beyond the world sense the three creations. Wars erupted, peaces drawn out, new species emerged, and now heaven itself is on the peak of destruction. Hell's foundery has unleashed it's deadliest creatures, as done the same from heaven, but neither Angel or Demon can understand the strange entities that call themselves, the Shakari.

 

--Some say that the Shakari are just another form of a demon, tainting the surface of Augustus Cloudica with spiritual methods of darkness. But, that is only the case of one Shakari, who has excaped from the depths of the Dark Lake, bound by the darkness that only now, keeps his existance alive.

--The other Shakari, however, act like outcasts, isolating themselves from the world, pretending to blend in, hunting their infested brethren. But still no trace or sign of where Lazarius might have ran to.

 

--"Excuse me. Sir, are you going to finish with your story? We're about to close." The bartender exclaimed over the voice on San-Arcturas Terricruz, a bard from the the town of Dionoy, who usually comes into the tavern once aday to tell stories to the elderly. Arcturas was a young man, a father as well, but very strongly built and held a very shaggy head of ash-black hair and very deep purple eyes.

--"Alright. I guess I'm done for today. My apologies, Mr. Jefah." He worded, very soberly, for he does not come into the bar to drink at all. "I shall be back tomorrow morning, but I cannot stay long. I must go see my son all the way is Fyrine. I will be gone for a week." He finished, and he gathered his traveling cloak, nodded to respect to the old bartender, and stepped out into the cool, misty night air.

--"Oh, make sure you tell little Anomu that I said 'Hi!" for me!" The bartender called after Arcturas.

 

--Hours of walking gone by, and Arcturas became very tired, and exhausted. He sat down against a tree trunk after pitching a fire, and closed his eyes. Night was creeping in again.

--But, only a matter of time passed when he heard a slight shuffle in the branches of the trees and opened his eyes to look up, but the canopy was so thick, he couldn't see very well. So, he stood up and searched around, squinting into the canopy, until he saw it.

--It was a creature, like none he had never seen before. It was hunched forward, crawling on it's hands and feet like an animal, but it looked human.

--But, not long after he noticed the creature, did it dissappear a great cloud of smoke, and suddenly, a great stabbing pain issued into all four of his limbs and a net was casted over him.

--He tried to struggle, but the force of the net was acting on its own. It forced his arms and legs back with tremendous force, breaking his bones, bending them painful. He yelled out in pain, but something leathery and foul smelling was stuffed straight into his mouth. He tried to prevent the smell from entering his nostrils, but he had to breathe, or else he'd die from suffication. Then, something hard and blunt smacked him over on the temple of his forehead hard, and he felt himself dizzy and his mind swimming, until he felt too sick to stay awake.

 

 

 

--14 years have passed sense then. Though, Arcturus was never found, never seen again. His son, Anomu Terricruz, a trouble maker and a gifted fighter. Has not seen his own father sense he was only two years old, 16 years from his age at the the current time, where he was now being trailed to the usual courtroom he had spent so often in.

--"Mr. Anomu terricruz, take a seat." The judge ordered, and Anomu obeyed. "You have been accused of illegal practices within the walls of the Angel city of Saradom.."

--"Actually, wouldn't it be the Spirit City of Saradom?" Anomu interrupted, ammusing himself, despite the fact that he was sitting in so much danger that the judge could just throw him out of the city right then.

--"Do not interrupt me, child.."

--"I am eighteen years old. I can do whatever the hell I want. And you.."

--"SILENCE!" The judge bellowed, and Anomu shut his mouth tightly.

--"Now, as I was saying. You have been accused of illegal practice within the walls of the Angel City of Saradom. Do you plead guilty or innocent of the matter?" The judge continued angrily.

--"I plead guilty. What are you going to do about it?" Anomu said in a dilighted tone.

--"We might as well just cast you out of the city. You have already been accused of ileggal practices five times before." The judge was aggitated, Anomu could see it. "Guards! Throw this child out into the lake. Where he belongs, do not let him back into the city!" And at that, the guards obeyed. Roughly strickening their grasps upon Anomu's collar and dragging him to the gates and throwing him into the shallow lake.

--Anomu spat out the dirty and foul water of the lake and scowled in the direction of his old home. Home. Only a place of stupidity. He thought scornfully. He walked to the shoreline of the lake and dried off as best he could. He started walking into the forest, leaving Saradom behind.

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