Nevermore: The Journey

[ChrisTom]

This Fictional Story is rated PG-13 due to strong language.



Ello' everybody! ChrisTom here! So one day I was playing my second favorite game (first being Pokemon of course) which is called "Nevermore". Nevermore is a series of games made by Adam Westerman, a 20 year old artist who seems to be much like Lewis Carrol. The games themselves take place in a wondrous land called Nevermore, which is on the brink of reality and dreams. It follows the protagonist Olek who is on a search for treasure to help fund his very poor town. I was playing the game for the 67th time when I thought to myself "I bet I could make a small novelization of this brilliant game." I asked Mr. Westerman himself who said that he would love me to write the story of Nevermore. So here I am about to post this story on Pokecommunity, DeviantART, and possibly when it is finished MorningSkyrail.com

This is my first chaptered Fiction, so please post all comments concerns and corrections. As I am typing this I am midway Chapter 6. As of right now though, I am only going to post the Prologue and Chapter 1. I am heavily basing this off of the Nevermore games, but I will be adding some parts not seen in the games. Thank you all for taking the time to read this. Enough of my blabbing, here it is, Nevermore:

Nevermore​

Based on the Nevermore Series by Adam Westerman​

There are tales of a land faraway. A land where the Sun and the Moon are friends, where the seasons melt into one. A land where the forests are chaotically thick, and the night sky is the darkest blue. A land where monsters coexist with one another. Where beautiful lush landscapes and massive mountains are the norm. This world is singular but coexistent.

For you see, this is a land of dreams. A land where perception is reality. A place where dreams are the same as the waking world.

And in the night when the women and men and children of the world go to rest, something incredible happens. At that moment, right when their eyes start to shut and enter another realm, they see it. For only a split second their wondrous world becomes that land. Their world can see Nevermore.





Chapter 1: The Vanishing

"GOD DAMN IT! IT'S GOING DOWN!!" The captain screamed.

The saltwater ran into his sore throat. His senses were becoming so intense. The only things in his world were the roaring of the waves and the feeling of the cold water smacking his body. The night was filled with the clouds and the waves. A whooshing wave sprayed gallons of angry saltwater onto the splintering deck. He was barely able to climb back into the water filled room.

"Are you sending the god damn help?!" He yelled into the transmitter.

"...A#%N....R...B&B...."

Nothing came back but a few garbled words and static. He knew he was going to die. He loved this ship more than life itself, but it handled horribly in storms. NOAA promised him a new one but they rarely kept to their promises. The lack of funding made his project go down the drain. Why was it so hard to find out where a single sound was coming from?

"Sir?! What should I do?" His young partner inquired.

The captain didn't want to lie. He knew that the ship would sink in about 40 minutes. Then he would be dead in a matter of hours, and if not he would starve to death on some raft.

That's when it hit him. He was tired of doing this. His family was gone, his ship was gone. He couldn't do this anymore. He might as well die.

"Say your prayers boy. Unless we get some miracle we're dying." Another wave rocked the boat at these words.

The young lad didn't know what to think. They plummeted further into the infinite darkness. They both suddenly felt it. That feeling. It's that feeling you might get when you jump off of a giant cliff, or when you fall forever in a dream. They knew there was nothing they could do to change it. Everything was completely hopeless. What was the point? They might as well have pointed a gun at their head.

A crunch was heard from below. The captain climbed downstairs to find a chunk of coral caught in a piece of wood. They had hit Ernest Reef.

"Well, we're screwed." The captain walked over to grab a bottle of whisky.

"Sir there has to be something we can do!" the boy pleaded.

The old man took a swig "Ah quit your yappin. We're over 1500 miles from land! There is not a thing in the world that could help us. I've lived a good life."

"But you can't just-"

"I'm done boy. Leave me be." The young man was confused. This captain was mentor to him, but now he seemed pathetic and infantile chugging liquor in a corner and accepting death.

The wood started creaking as waves splintered it further. The Captain staggered onto the deck. He screamed at the top of his lungs.

"ALRIGHT SEA! IT WAS NICE KNOWING YA! NOW DO YOUR WORST!!" He waited for a wave to smack him as he was standing vulnerable. Why wouldn't it just come already? He was tired of waiting. He just was simply tired.

Unbeknownst to him, a small scaly fin rose out of the water about 60 feet left.

He climbed onto the railing "COME ON YOU PUSSY! KILL ME!! BLOODY KILL ME!!" A wave smacked him with a tumble, as he fell into the vast stormy waters. He tumbled. And his eyes started to close...

 

[ChrisTom]

Alright...

I'm still waiting for reviews/responses, so here is another Chapter for you guys. I neglected to mention that there will be alot of british slang in here, so keep that in mind. Cor Blimey, Aye, Nutter, Sods, Etc, will be used a few times in here. The reason being is that not only did the game have some british slang, but also Adam Westerman is from England. Anyways, here is Chapter 2:


Chapter 2: Olek's Village

"Click."

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"Whirr."

.....

"BBBRIP!! BBBRIP!! BBBRIP!!"

Olek stumbled from his deep sleep.

The only way he could describe how he felt was "Crusty". His eyes were dry. His hands were dry. His mouth was dry.

Olek's body was naturally dry during adolescence and he didn't like it. Puberty sucked no matter what you were. Olek was a 14 year old Purdon. Purdons are strange creatures that are very humanoid, but their eyes are white as diamond and their skin and hair is as black as charcoal. The most incredible thing about them is their bones willingness to bend, allowing them to curve their bodies gracefully and be quite agile.

He moved his hand over the table and smacked the small creature with his hand. It didn't stop chirping.

"BBBRIP!! BBBRIP!!"

Olek sat up grumbling. He picked up his metal box and picked up the small sphere sitting on top of it. The monster finally fell silent. Olek made the simple contraption himself. He took a cup with a small hole in the bottom. The hole had a stick in it. The stick leaked into another cup, which would let a small metal sphere roll. The sphere would roll through a few PVC pipes before falling on top of a grated box containing a Garbtal. The Garbtal would then chirp nonstop wanting to eat the sphere until it was removed. It was simple but Olek was proud. Of course you did have to fill the cup at exactly noon for it to work, but he used it nonetheless.

Olek tinkered with things a lot, and tried to invent small things. But every time he made something it caused more trouble than it was worth. Like a camera which could only take 3 pictures, or an oven which ran on forceful hammering.

Olek gazed at the inside of his abode. The shack seemed grungier every day. A few planks of wood were the only thing that separated inside from outside. Olek grabbed random clothes from a small pile. A dirty jacket and an overworn pair of shorts. Too bad his laundry machine didn't work. His sneakers were messy and torn from the running he did. But his father couldn't afford new sneakers, let alone a decent housing arrangement. Olek looked around. Where was his dad?

"Dad?"

Olek stepped outside. His father was out front staring intensely at a squirrel while drinking "Markoz Brand Beer".

"Uh, Dad?" Olek asked.

His father was constantly drunk, but he wasn't a mean drunk. Just a weird one. His father had no job (not that he needed one where he lived) and spent his day watching T.V. and drinking. There was really no motivation for the man.

"Hey Olk!" he said with a large slur "Can you get this squirrel for meh?"

"Well I, uh-"

"It keeps on taking my beer!"

Olek sighed. He loved his father, but every time he got drunk he would make up ridiculous stories.

"Fine dad, I'll catch the squirrel." Olek mumbled.

The moment he said it the squirrel seemed to jump away on que. Olek ran. He was the fastest Purdon he knew. Most Purdons were agile due to their flexible bones, but Olek was the best runner. The world seemed a blur as all he could focus on was the small squirrel. It dashed back and forth rapidly. Senses melded into one thought: Run. Suddenly it seemed as if Olek wasn't even moving. It seemed as if the universe was moving around him. The trees and shacks rushed pass him at blinding speeds. The squirrel was almost in Olek's grasp when Olek... BAM! He fell to the ground.

Where did that wall come from? The squirrel crawled into a small crevice of his house. He could hear it chittering, as if mocking him. Olek angrily walked back to his father. He knew the squirrel wasn't stealing beer, but he was sad that he couldn't catch it. Olek liked to believe he was the fastest monster in all of Nevermore. Olek went back moping and explained what happened.

"Ah forget about it. Lizzen, Tuomas has something he wanted to show you."

Olek didn't know if this was true or not, but he needed to go to Tuomas to get some groceries anyways.

"Thanks for letting me know Dad, I'll see you in a minute."

Olek walked through the neighborhood. Shawbrook Village was basically a junkyard in the middle of a rainforest. A slum really. He didn't mind though. He loved his decrepit, smelly village. Olek looked around and saw hundreds of other Purdons digging through the heaps of trash and finding bits and pieces of things. Nobody needed a job because all you had to do was search through piles of junk. Olek found out how to build things with the random parts of scrap metal.

The only complaint was that it was annoying being bit by Garbtals all the time. The little creatures always hid underneath the earth and if you weren't careful they'd chomp on your feet.

Olek jumped on top of a big pile of rust. From his high view he saw Tuomas's shop. It was the only place to buy food in the neighborhood besides a few vending machines here and there.

Olek jumped down and walked into the small shack filled with fruits and berries. Some rock sprouts were sitting in a corner next to some odd yellow food. There was Tuomas in the back.

"Hey Mon'!" he yelled from across the room.

Tuomas was an odd Purdon. His build was thicker than others. His face was more defined too. And strangest of all was his arms which seemed to stick out at odd angles instead of curve. Olek knew he was born with some disability, but he tried to be nice to Tuomas anyways. Olek often tried to put himself in the view of others. He couldn't imagine having whatever Tuomas had. The pain of the disability as well as the belittlement and cruelty from people who would mock you. It would be too much for Olek. Besides it was either be nice to Tuomas or search through piles of garbage for moldy meat.

"Hey Tuomas! How's it hanging?" Olek yelled back as he picked up a Hananam, throwing it from hand to hand.

"Not too well my man. My legs are messin' up on me. If I don't get help soon I'll be stiffer than a board."

Olek didn't know what to say to this. The only hospitals in the world were way too far. Olek quickly changed the sober subject

"My dad said you wanted to see me?"

"Yeah man, yeah!" Tuomas became excited at this question "Check this out."

The shopkeeper reached underneath the counter and held out a small bottle.

"I found this in a pile of garbage the other day. It's a message in a bottle."

He carefully held up a small bottle with a yellow piece of paper inside. The bottle was horribly stained and its age could only be predicted as "very very old".

"I thought you might want to take a look at what's inside..."

Olek picked up the bottle and felt the old in it. The dry rust rubbed up against his fingers, as if telling him that it knew alot of good stories. Olek white eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight of it. The universe seemed to dissapate at the sight of the ancient and wholly mysterious. Olek felt a grandiose importance in the item in his hands. He carefully undid the cork and pulled out the ancient paper.

"What is it?" Tuomas said as if he already knew.

Olek carefully studied the paper. It was crudely done. A simple drawing of Nevermore, the general world. But a small circle was around the top of Lapidarian heights. Under it the map said "100,896,423,001.01 Ceons. Signed Lorrack Nalla Year 43" Olek was astounded. This was a... a...


"A Treasure Map!?"