Grant
December 15th, 2005, 05:54 PM
Okay, this is a story that I've been writing since early this summer. I've posted it on a couple other websites, and people seem to like it. I hope you all feel the same. Anyways, here are the first three parts of my very long story, Fire and Ice: Battle of the Elements [Tentative title, looking for one more creative].
Fire & Ice
Battle of the Elements
Rated PG-13 for Violence and [very] Mild Language
Prologue
Ages ago, a new planet was born. The land was fresh; totally unused by the many creatures upon the beautiful world. This land was called Unitea. All sorts of intelligent creatures lived off of the land, in harmony and peace. The world flourished, and life accelled.
As time went on, the mighty creatures who created the land had become restless. Blazis, ruler of flames, and Glacia, goddess of ice, battled for control of the humans. The two titans built armies of loyal humans, and gave them power over their elemental abilities. These powers passed through to the decendants, becoming stronger with every passing generation. Wars were waged, and the opposing armies built nations all their own.
Eventually, the titans disappeared. The humans feared the worst for their gods, blaming each other for their loss.
"You firey pigs! You kidnapped our goddess, Glacia!" called the armies of Ice.
"Silence, evil Ice users, and tell us where you took our Lord Blazis!" replied the nations of Fire.
Wars raged on for thousands of years over the missing gods. Time went on, lives were lost, and biggotry and hatred reigned. Only a handful of neutral cities were left, and they were often claimed by warring nations for "safety reasons."
As time went on, most of the facts were forgotten by the general public, and little records of the ancient times remained. All that was remembered was Blazis and Glacia's final statement.
"When the Chosen of Elements appears, all shall be finished."
Chapter 1
Hiro lay on his back, and faced the sun, high over his head. His eyes reflected the light in an odd array of colors, for his eyes, themselves, were oddly colored. His left eye was orange, like a beautiful piece of sandstone, while his right radiated blue like a cloudless sky. After a few seconds, he put his hand over his eyes. It was too bright.
The strapping, young twelve year-old sat up straight, gazing at his peaceful surroundings. Ezette was one of the few cities left untouched by the Great War. The elders had signed a treaty with Blazestone, the nearby nation under the rule of Blazis' followers. The nearest Glacia city was over one-hundred miles away, so the town was rather safe. It was truly a nice place to live, and yet Hiro wanted desperately to leave. The surrounding forest was always a mystery, awaiting him to explore it and all of its glory. He stared peacefully, wondering what it was like outside his cozy town...
"Hiro! Whatcha starin' at!?" Hiro looked back, and saw his friend Enzo coming near. His shiny blue hair was easy to see in the afternoon sun. Enzo was a smart boy, despite his dialect. He always won at strategy games when he played with the boys in the town. He was at the top of the class in the Ezette Middle-School, and was one of the few twelve year-olds who could perform long division in his head. Enzo was also an ice user, a decendant of a renegade Glacia family. Though he never admitted it, he was always uncomfortable living so close to Blazestone. He knew he'd be arrested if any of the village elders discovered his abilities, due to the treaty. Its main subject was promising not to harbor any ice users in return for peace. Hiro and one other boy knew about Enzo's powers, and they didn't mind. They accepted him happily, and kept his secret from everyone else.
Hiro stood up, and turned to face Enzo, his silvery hair glistening in the sun. "Eh, nothing," he said, "I was just looking around. It's a really nice day today." Enzo looked off in the direction Hiro had just turned from. "You want to go out there, don't you?" he said. Hiro looked to the ground in shame, sad he'd been figured out. "Yeah..." Enzo began circling around him. "You do know that kids our age aren't allowed outside the city walls, right?" "Yeah... I know," "And, you do remember Icarus? You know, our classmate who left the city a couple years ago? He was never heard from again. Remember?" Hiro's heart sank to his stomach. "Yeah, I remember..." "So, why would you ever want to leave?"
"Because," came a third voice, "unlike you, he's normal. He wants to see the world, and he wants adventure." Enzo turned to see his fellow classmate, Pyris walking up. Pyris' red hair swished back and forth as he walked proudly. Pyris was the second boy who knew of Enzo's powers. Though he himself was a fire user, it never really bothered him. He'd known Enzo for years, and he loved him like a brother. Of course, he'd never tell Enzo that.
"You're so boring Enzo. You need to learn to live a little." Pyris laughed. "Well," Enzo retalliated, "at least I'm in the right grade, flunky." Pyris' face began to blush. He'd failed the third grade, and was held back a year. Though he was the same age as Hiro and Enzo, he was in the grade below them. "Why I oughta..." he started.
"Guys!" Hiro shouted, "Calm down, you guys are fighting like your six years-old. Start acting like the friends you know you are." The two boys looked at Hiro for a moment, then to each other. Enzo spoke up first. "I'll admit, it'd be kinda fun seein' places that I could use my powers all I wanted, without havin' the elders breathing down my back." Pyris quickly added, "But, it wouldn't be all fun and games! It'd be pretty dangerous to go out by yourself..."
Deep down, all three of the boys felt generally the same about the outside world. They loved, and yet feared, the idea of leaving their little town behind. Little did they know, the longer they stayed, the closer their chance of leaving became...
Chapter 2
Hiro and his friends sat and ate dinner. They weren't related in any way, but they were all three adopted by the same foster parent, an old woman named Viena.
Viena was a sweet old woman, and she loved children. Why she had adopted the three boys was totally unknown. She treated them all equally, and she kept them very well fed. Her cooking was second to none, and for good reason. She had once cooked for someone very important, but we won't get into that yet...
As the boys ate their delicious supper, and explosion was heard outside. Then the marching of troops. Viena looked up in fear; she knew what this meant! The boys looked out the window.
"Glacia troops have come in from the east!" Hiro said. "How is that possible?"
Enzo looked to Viena. "Isn't Zenkla, the nearest Glacia fort, to the east of us?"
Pyris jumped up in excitement. "C'mon guys! Let's take 'em!"
"No" Viena interrupted. "Not yet. First, come down stairs with me." The four went to the basement for shelter. That is when Viena told them everything there was to know.
"Enzo, Pyris, Hiro... you are all related. You were all three cousins." The boys looked on in shock. Viena had all of their attention. "Not only that, but you are all three princes. Hiro is the true heir to the throne, while Pyris is second in line, while Enzo is third."
Hiro was puzzled. "What throne?"
Viena looked back at him. "The Throne of King Xiles, the true king of this once beautiful city of Ezette. His brother was Pyris' father, and his brother-in-law was Enzo's father."
The boys were stunned. They were royalty. They were related. They were descendants of what they once thought was a mythical family.
"Now," Viena said, her eyes focusing on each boy one at a time. "You all have the power to face these opponents, but not yet. You must train yourselves. Escape this place, build your powers together, and stop this meaningless war!"
The boys looked to each other, then back to Viena. "Where will you go?" Hiro asked. "You can't stay here for long and expect to live."
Viena stood, and walked towards the door. "I'll protect you. Now, GO!"
And with that, she burst out the door, sending fire upon the on-coming Glacia warriors. She was doing very little damage.
I watched them grow, Viena thought. Even when they were newborn, they were unique. As the King's head cook, I got to see them often. They were adorable, and yet very strong. Stronger than any infant in any of our records. One of them may very well be The One...
She pressed on, fighting valiantly. Within minutes, the troops had her, and took no mercy upon the old woman. This gave the boys time to run to the west, away from Blazestone and Zenkla, forever.
Fire & Ice
Battle of the Elements
Rated PG-13 for Violence and [very] Mild Language
Prologue
Ages ago, a new planet was born. The land was fresh; totally unused by the many creatures upon the beautiful world. This land was called Unitea. All sorts of intelligent creatures lived off of the land, in harmony and peace. The world flourished, and life accelled.
As time went on, the mighty creatures who created the land had become restless. Blazis, ruler of flames, and Glacia, goddess of ice, battled for control of the humans. The two titans built armies of loyal humans, and gave them power over their elemental abilities. These powers passed through to the decendants, becoming stronger with every passing generation. Wars were waged, and the opposing armies built nations all their own.
Eventually, the titans disappeared. The humans feared the worst for their gods, blaming each other for their loss.
"You firey pigs! You kidnapped our goddess, Glacia!" called the armies of Ice.
"Silence, evil Ice users, and tell us where you took our Lord Blazis!" replied the nations of Fire.
Wars raged on for thousands of years over the missing gods. Time went on, lives were lost, and biggotry and hatred reigned. Only a handful of neutral cities were left, and they were often claimed by warring nations for "safety reasons."
As time went on, most of the facts were forgotten by the general public, and little records of the ancient times remained. All that was remembered was Blazis and Glacia's final statement.
"When the Chosen of Elements appears, all shall be finished."
Chapter 1
Hiro lay on his back, and faced the sun, high over his head. His eyes reflected the light in an odd array of colors, for his eyes, themselves, were oddly colored. His left eye was orange, like a beautiful piece of sandstone, while his right radiated blue like a cloudless sky. After a few seconds, he put his hand over his eyes. It was too bright.
The strapping, young twelve year-old sat up straight, gazing at his peaceful surroundings. Ezette was one of the few cities left untouched by the Great War. The elders had signed a treaty with Blazestone, the nearby nation under the rule of Blazis' followers. The nearest Glacia city was over one-hundred miles away, so the town was rather safe. It was truly a nice place to live, and yet Hiro wanted desperately to leave. The surrounding forest was always a mystery, awaiting him to explore it and all of its glory. He stared peacefully, wondering what it was like outside his cozy town...
"Hiro! Whatcha starin' at!?" Hiro looked back, and saw his friend Enzo coming near. His shiny blue hair was easy to see in the afternoon sun. Enzo was a smart boy, despite his dialect. He always won at strategy games when he played with the boys in the town. He was at the top of the class in the Ezette Middle-School, and was one of the few twelve year-olds who could perform long division in his head. Enzo was also an ice user, a decendant of a renegade Glacia family. Though he never admitted it, he was always uncomfortable living so close to Blazestone. He knew he'd be arrested if any of the village elders discovered his abilities, due to the treaty. Its main subject was promising not to harbor any ice users in return for peace. Hiro and one other boy knew about Enzo's powers, and they didn't mind. They accepted him happily, and kept his secret from everyone else.
Hiro stood up, and turned to face Enzo, his silvery hair glistening in the sun. "Eh, nothing," he said, "I was just looking around. It's a really nice day today." Enzo looked off in the direction Hiro had just turned from. "You want to go out there, don't you?" he said. Hiro looked to the ground in shame, sad he'd been figured out. "Yeah..." Enzo began circling around him. "You do know that kids our age aren't allowed outside the city walls, right?" "Yeah... I know," "And, you do remember Icarus? You know, our classmate who left the city a couple years ago? He was never heard from again. Remember?" Hiro's heart sank to his stomach. "Yeah, I remember..." "So, why would you ever want to leave?"
"Because," came a third voice, "unlike you, he's normal. He wants to see the world, and he wants adventure." Enzo turned to see his fellow classmate, Pyris walking up. Pyris' red hair swished back and forth as he walked proudly. Pyris was the second boy who knew of Enzo's powers. Though he himself was a fire user, it never really bothered him. He'd known Enzo for years, and he loved him like a brother. Of course, he'd never tell Enzo that.
"You're so boring Enzo. You need to learn to live a little." Pyris laughed. "Well," Enzo retalliated, "at least I'm in the right grade, flunky." Pyris' face began to blush. He'd failed the third grade, and was held back a year. Though he was the same age as Hiro and Enzo, he was in the grade below them. "Why I oughta..." he started.
"Guys!" Hiro shouted, "Calm down, you guys are fighting like your six years-old. Start acting like the friends you know you are." The two boys looked at Hiro for a moment, then to each other. Enzo spoke up first. "I'll admit, it'd be kinda fun seein' places that I could use my powers all I wanted, without havin' the elders breathing down my back." Pyris quickly added, "But, it wouldn't be all fun and games! It'd be pretty dangerous to go out by yourself..."
Deep down, all three of the boys felt generally the same about the outside world. They loved, and yet feared, the idea of leaving their little town behind. Little did they know, the longer they stayed, the closer their chance of leaving became...
Chapter 2
Hiro and his friends sat and ate dinner. They weren't related in any way, but they were all three adopted by the same foster parent, an old woman named Viena.
Viena was a sweet old woman, and she loved children. Why she had adopted the three boys was totally unknown. She treated them all equally, and she kept them very well fed. Her cooking was second to none, and for good reason. She had once cooked for someone very important, but we won't get into that yet...
As the boys ate their delicious supper, and explosion was heard outside. Then the marching of troops. Viena looked up in fear; she knew what this meant! The boys looked out the window.
"Glacia troops have come in from the east!" Hiro said. "How is that possible?"
Enzo looked to Viena. "Isn't Zenkla, the nearest Glacia fort, to the east of us?"
Pyris jumped up in excitement. "C'mon guys! Let's take 'em!"
"No" Viena interrupted. "Not yet. First, come down stairs with me." The four went to the basement for shelter. That is when Viena told them everything there was to know.
"Enzo, Pyris, Hiro... you are all related. You were all three cousins." The boys looked on in shock. Viena had all of their attention. "Not only that, but you are all three princes. Hiro is the true heir to the throne, while Pyris is second in line, while Enzo is third."
Hiro was puzzled. "What throne?"
Viena looked back at him. "The Throne of King Xiles, the true king of this once beautiful city of Ezette. His brother was Pyris' father, and his brother-in-law was Enzo's father."
The boys were stunned. They were royalty. They were related. They were descendants of what they once thought was a mythical family.
"Now," Viena said, her eyes focusing on each boy one at a time. "You all have the power to face these opponents, but not yet. You must train yourselves. Escape this place, build your powers together, and stop this meaningless war!"
The boys looked to each other, then back to Viena. "Where will you go?" Hiro asked. "You can't stay here for long and expect to live."
Viena stood, and walked towards the door. "I'll protect you. Now, GO!"
And with that, she burst out the door, sending fire upon the on-coming Glacia warriors. She was doing very little damage.
I watched them grow, Viena thought. Even when they were newborn, they were unique. As the King's head cook, I got to see them often. They were adorable, and yet very strong. Stronger than any infant in any of our records. One of them may very well be The One...
She pressed on, fighting valiantly. Within minutes, the troops had her, and took no mercy upon the old woman. This gave the boys time to run to the west, away from Blazestone and Zenkla, forever.