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Firstly, this isn't a fan-fic, it's a totally original story. Now that that's out of the way...
This story switches between two times, so you may be confused. I will try to make it as clear as possible.
PROLOGUE:
Present Time...
Dean shifted slightly, to be more comfortable in his desk. He brushed a wisp of his long, blonde, almost white hair out of his eye. He rubbed against the black hoodie that hung over his chair, and caught it before it could fall. Righting it, he turned back to his textbook, at the same time listening to his teacher. He loved this class. It was technically history, but in his city, the curriculum for Grade 9 focused on the legends of the Allna, a native tribe who had lived on the land that his city was built on.
They were currently learning about one of his favorite legends. It was about a group of seven heroes who had powers, giving them the ability to control the forces of nature. It was said the gods gave them these powers in order to lock away demons that had risen in the deepest parts of the Heavenly Realm, which was basically the realm of the gods.
The bell rang. Dean sighed, grabbed his stuff, and stood up, putting on his hoodie. On the way out, he brushed against Alla, a girl who was his friend. Not a girlfriend, just a friend that's a girl.
Well, he was pretty sure that was how she felt. He couldn't deny that he liked her. But he was reluctant to tell her, since everyone knows doing that when the feelings aren't shared can ruin friendships. Until he was sure, he thought it should stay the way it was.
Dean was walking to his next class(Math... ugh) when he started to feel woozy. He couldn't describe it. It felt like distances were getting shorter and longer at the same time. He stumbled into the bathroom, dropped his things on the counter, and bent over the sink. The feelings had gone to his head, and he had an uber-painful migraine. He stood there for what seemed like hours, then it subsided. He splashed his face with water, and looked up at the mirror. He almost fainted when he noticed his pupils were white, although his stark-green irises were the same. Bending down to pick up a book that had dropped on the floor, he was surprised when it jumped towards his hand about an inch away. Being even more puzzled, he gathered his things and started to get to math.
He was trying to run and walk at the same time. He had about 30 seconds to get to math, which was on the other side of the school. He started to run. Suddenly, the halls around him stretched, and he could feel himself flying. He stopped outside math, and ran in, sitting down in his desk before the bell rang.
Walking out of school that day, he was puzzled. He remembered one of the heroes in the legend had control over space. He shook his head. He wasn't thinking straight. The migraine must've messed up his head, hopefully temporarily.
The Past...about 300 BC for you sticklers
Elikk held out his hand, concentrating. He focused on the sword lying on a rock about 5 meters away. Alika stood next to him, and she looked worried as usual. "You can't do this, Elikk! You don't have enough practice! You could stab yourself, or kill yourself!"
"Shut up, would you, I'm concentrating!" He closed his eyes and focused. Opening his eyes again, he focused as hard as he could. The bright iron blade flew towards his hand, and it righted itself hilt first halfway. Catching it, Elikk held it up and smiled. The dark skin of his hand clashed with the bright hilt and blade of the sword, which gleamed in the evening sun.
He turned towards Alika. "See what happens when you shut up and concentrate for a while?" He started to walk down the small hill he had been practicing on-he liked to be secluded-and looked casually towards the coast. He saw something out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw some strange, otherworldly creatures running towards the town. Panic rose in his chest. He grabbed Alika's arm. "Run. NOW!" He sprinted down the hill, and Alika followed. He almost lost his balance more than once, but kept running. His leather armor got in the way a bit, but he didn't care.
He ran into town. "We're being attacked! Grab your weapons or take shelter!" People milling about started to panic. Some of the soldiers grabbed or took out weapons and ran towards him. Alika had run off to grab her bow. He looked around, saw the demons coming in from a field, and gestured to the others. "Follow me!"
He charged at the demons, leading the other soldiers. He took a shield off of his back and smacked it over the head of a first demon. As it fell, he stabbed his sword into it, killing it for sure. He swiped his sword in a series of cuts, maiming or killing more demons. He swung his sword again. They seemed to go one forever.
WHEN WILL IT END?
A stray demon's claw struck his shoulder, and he grabbed it and fell. A demon stood over him, and it's one blade-shaped arm was poised above his heart. He tried to raise his shield.
Then came the dying cry.
This story switches between two times, so you may be confused. I will try to make it as clear as possible.
PROLOGUE:
Present Time...
Dean shifted slightly, to be more comfortable in his desk. He brushed a wisp of his long, blonde, almost white hair out of his eye. He rubbed against the black hoodie that hung over his chair, and caught it before it could fall. Righting it, he turned back to his textbook, at the same time listening to his teacher. He loved this class. It was technically history, but in his city, the curriculum for Grade 9 focused on the legends of the Allna, a native tribe who had lived on the land that his city was built on.
They were currently learning about one of his favorite legends. It was about a group of seven heroes who had powers, giving them the ability to control the forces of nature. It was said the gods gave them these powers in order to lock away demons that had risen in the deepest parts of the Heavenly Realm, which was basically the realm of the gods.
The bell rang. Dean sighed, grabbed his stuff, and stood up, putting on his hoodie. On the way out, he brushed against Alla, a girl who was his friend. Not a girlfriend, just a friend that's a girl.
Well, he was pretty sure that was how she felt. He couldn't deny that he liked her. But he was reluctant to tell her, since everyone knows doing that when the feelings aren't shared can ruin friendships. Until he was sure, he thought it should stay the way it was.
Dean was walking to his next class(Math... ugh) when he started to feel woozy. He couldn't describe it. It felt like distances were getting shorter and longer at the same time. He stumbled into the bathroom, dropped his things on the counter, and bent over the sink. The feelings had gone to his head, and he had an uber-painful migraine. He stood there for what seemed like hours, then it subsided. He splashed his face with water, and looked up at the mirror. He almost fainted when he noticed his pupils were white, although his stark-green irises were the same. Bending down to pick up a book that had dropped on the floor, he was surprised when it jumped towards his hand about an inch away. Being even more puzzled, he gathered his things and started to get to math.
He was trying to run and walk at the same time. He had about 30 seconds to get to math, which was on the other side of the school. He started to run. Suddenly, the halls around him stretched, and he could feel himself flying. He stopped outside math, and ran in, sitting down in his desk before the bell rang.
Walking out of school that day, he was puzzled. He remembered one of the heroes in the legend had control over space. He shook his head. He wasn't thinking straight. The migraine must've messed up his head, hopefully temporarily.
The Past...about 300 BC for you sticklers
Elikk held out his hand, concentrating. He focused on the sword lying on a rock about 5 meters away. Alika stood next to him, and she looked worried as usual. "You can't do this, Elikk! You don't have enough practice! You could stab yourself, or kill yourself!"
"Shut up, would you, I'm concentrating!" He closed his eyes and focused. Opening his eyes again, he focused as hard as he could. The bright iron blade flew towards his hand, and it righted itself hilt first halfway. Catching it, Elikk held it up and smiled. The dark skin of his hand clashed with the bright hilt and blade of the sword, which gleamed in the evening sun.
He turned towards Alika. "See what happens when you shut up and concentrate for a while?" He started to walk down the small hill he had been practicing on-he liked to be secluded-and looked casually towards the coast. He saw something out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw some strange, otherworldly creatures running towards the town. Panic rose in his chest. He grabbed Alika's arm. "Run. NOW!" He sprinted down the hill, and Alika followed. He almost lost his balance more than once, but kept running. His leather armor got in the way a bit, but he didn't care.
He ran into town. "We're being attacked! Grab your weapons or take shelter!" People milling about started to panic. Some of the soldiers grabbed or took out weapons and ran towards him. Alika had run off to grab her bow. He looked around, saw the demons coming in from a field, and gestured to the others. "Follow me!"
He charged at the demons, leading the other soldiers. He took a shield off of his back and smacked it over the head of a first demon. As it fell, he stabbed his sword into it, killing it for sure. He swiped his sword in a series of cuts, maiming or killing more demons. He swung his sword again. They seemed to go one forever.
WHEN WILL IT END?
A stray demon's claw struck his shoulder, and he grabbed it and fell. A demon stood over him, and it's one blade-shaped arm was poised above his heart. He tried to raise his shield.
Then came the dying cry.
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