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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.

BaNd_GeEk
January 7th, 2006, 07:48 PM
i think this story is really good! do you have anymore?

Grant
April 23rd, 2006, 11:44 PM
Well, since I haven't been here for a while, I decided to add to my story... Hopefully, those of you who haven't read any of it yet can jump right in!

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Chapter 3
The boys ran for a few minutes, when they suddenly came upon a forest. When all seemed clear, troops from Blazestone and Zenkla emerged from the brush, attacking one another.

Hiro kept running, focusing completely on his goal of escape. When he was a good distance away from danger, he looked back. Pyris was right behind him, but there was no sign of Enzo!

Enzo was caught in the crossfire. Try as he might, his ice powers were no match for the troops. It wasn't long before one of the Zenkla soldiers snatched him up as a hostage. The troop hopped onto his horse, and rode east, back to the safety of Zenkla, prize in hand.
The other boys kept running. They had no idea what had happened, so they just kept traveling. Pyris' fire kept all brush and plant life out of their way.

As the two ran, Blazestone troops followed closely behind. Pyris looked back, and noticed the troops getting closer and closer.

"Hiro!" Pyris yelled. "You keep going! I'll catch up with you later!"

Hiro looked back. "What? No, you can't!"

Pyris stared back. "Watch me."

Pyris stopped running, and raised his arms. "I've been working on this one for a while now," he said to the troops. "BLAZE RING!!"

A wall of fire surrounded Pyris and the soldiers that had been chasing them. Pyris looked back to Hiro, who was standing outside the ring, completely dumb-founded.
"Hiro! What are you doing! Get out of here! NOW!!!"

The troops jumped on Pyris, who did his best to fight back. Fire shot up everywhere, and Hiro lost sight of his dear friend. In tears, he turned and ran.

Hiro ran faster than he had ever run before. He cried and screamed louder than ever before. In mere minutes, he'd lost the only two friends he'd ever had.

"I... I have to keep running." Images of Viena fighting for their lives floated through his mind. "I just have to." Enzo, caught between barrages of fire and ice, was his next thought. "I have a responsibility." The image of Pyris being attacked by the troops appeared in his mind. "I have to... for them... I will not let their sacrifices be a waste... I can't let them down..." Hiro began to speed up, and he finally screamed. "FOR THEM!!!"
Hiro ran for hours. The forest was starting to clear out, and he hadn't seen any troops for miles. He stopped to take a breath. He heard a rustling in the bushes behind him. Turning around, he saw a small band of men surround him. Their uniforms were something he'd never seen before. They were completely black, and they weren't fighting each other, or heading towards the battles. They focused on Hiro, and Hiro alone.

"Do you really think this kid is the one Lord Darius was talking about?" one of the troops asked.

"Who cares?" another answered. "Get him anyway."

The troops moved forward, as Hiro stepped back. He felt a tree behind him. He was cornered. Clenching his fists, he closed his eyes. He was doomed. The front man jumped out, a sword in his hand. Instinctively, Hiro lashed out. The wind swished, and a gross thud resonated throughout the air.

Hiro opened his eyes. The troop lay in a pool of his own blood. He had been cut clear in half!

"Colonel!" A troop shouted. They looked back at Hiro. "What the hell!? Where did those swords come from!?"

Hiro looked down. Sure enough, he was holding two swords. In his left hand, he held a sky blue sword, with a translucent blade. In his right, he held a red-orange sword with a wavy blade that gave the illusion of fire when glanced at.

Hiro playfully swished the swords through the air. He carried them as an artful master, and yet he'd never seen them before. It all came naturally. He looked back at the troops, and unleashed a furious attack. Hacking and slashing his way through the ranks of men, they all fell, helpless against Hiro's merciless attacks. After it seemed every man was dead, or had fled, Hiro started walking. No more running for him. He had nothing to fear.
He didn't even take two steps before he heard a voice call out to him.

"I've found you, at last!"

Hiro turned and saw a darkly cloaked figure walking towards him. The man wore a black hood and cape; a robe with foreign markings draped over his body. He drew two blades, very similar to Hiro's. One was purple, with jagged edges, while the other was green, with wavy patterns lining the hilt and blade. "I'll kill you," the man said. "You filthy imposter!"

"Imposter?" Hiro questioned. "Who are you?"
The man unveiled his face. He had dark hair, and a pale, almost evil, face. "I am Icarus," he replied. "The Chosen of Elements. And you," Icarus pointed at Hiro, "are a false Chosen."

Hiro didn't understand. False Chosen? He'd never even claimed to be the Chosen in the first place!

Icarus began walking forward. "Darious told me all about you. He told me to kill you once I found you! Only then would I be fully anointed as The Chosen!!"
And with that, Icarus leapt in to attack Hiro.

Chapter 4

Icarus lashed out with a deadly one-two strike, but Hiro parried with his mystic blades. Every time Icarus swung his purple sword, bolts of lightning shot out, and a large gust of wind blew every time the green saber swished through the air.

Hiro’s weapons also wielded elemental abilities. His orange blade erupted with fire at every clang, while the blue sword sent a chill through everything it connected with. The two fought madly with their magical blades. As Icarus nearly dealt a fatal blow, Hiro dodged to his left, and fire sprung from his right hand. Icarus sent a gust of wind from his left palm, countering the flames.

Realizing these new powers, Hiro began to shoot flames relentlessly at Icarus. Icarus dodged about expertly, and retaliated with bolts of lightning. Thinking quickly, Hiro created a wall of ice, deflecting the lightning in multiple directions. The lightning struck Icarus, sending him flying through the air. He was knocked into a tree, leaving him unconscious.

Hiro walked over to his fallen foe. Drawing his blades, he prepared to finish the job. He stood over Icarus, looming over him as a shadow of death. Hiro knew what he had to do. This man was a threat, and would continue to be for as long as he lived. But something held him back, keeping him from ending the battle. Despite his logic, Hiro dropped his arms. His blades disappeared into the air as he walked off. Hiro looked to the ground, hoping to never deal with Icarus again.

As Hiro walked away, a shadowy figure crept from the shady forest. Standing over Icarus, the being stared down at his unmoving body. Slowly, Icarus regained consciousness. That was a mistake. The figure bent down, and gripped his neck.

“You fool! How could you, the Chosen, be defeated by such a worthless imposter?” it screamed.

Icarus began to weep. Fear and shame struck his heart. “Lord Darious, please forgive me. I was too arrogant!” Icarus cried through his sobs. “It will never happen again, my Lord!”

Darious threw Icarus like a rag-doll into a nearby tree. As Icarus began to scramble to his feet, Darious held out his hand. A black aura surrounded the frightened Icarus. He knew what was happening. Darious pulled up his hand, as Icarus body floated up. Instantly, Darious threw his arm down, sending Icarus directly to the ground. Icarus coughed blood, and screamed for mercy. Chains of darkness covered Icarus’ mouth, as Darious moved in closer.

“This had better never happen again,” he said. “You’re lucky to be alive right now. I could have left you in these woods to starve! You would have never found your way home!” Icarus began to cry again. Darious continued. “But, no. I found you. I noticed your strange power, and I gave you a gift from the gods. I gave you dominion over lightning and wind. At long last I’d found the Chosen of legend, and you happily accepted your new responsibility.”

Darious bent down, and stared directly into Icarus’ fearful gaze. “I let you age rapidly, another rare present, and I bless you with two mythical weapons of amazing powers. I give you everything you need to end this ****ed war, and then you do this!” Icarus, no longer sobbing, began staring into Darious’ eyes. He had failed his mentor, and he knew he didn’t deserve to live. Preparing himself for the worst, he shut his eyes. Slowly, the dark chains released him.

Darious sighed. “Perhaps it’s time.” Icarus slowly stood up; this wasn’t what he had been expecting. Darious continued. “It’s time for you to become a full Chosen. It’s time for me to release you from your mortal bondage, and let you embrace your destiny!”

Darious placed his hand on Icarus’ head. “It’s time, my young friend. It’s time…”