8Hey there, Tormented Soul here! This is my first time writing on . This is actually a story based on a comic that I made. I hope you'll like this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it!
*-Some Day In Seran-*
Chapter 1
by: Tormented Soul
Pitch-black darkness shrouded the castle of Nosera with only torches to light its gloomy passages. A cold and eerie wind blew through the empty corridors; whispering in its airy voice…the same voice that tormented a fragile heart.
A figure stood in a candle lit chamber; his long, silver hair shining due to the radiance of the dancing flames, flowing to the back of his black cape. Blank, gray eyes stared into a mystical mirror which revealed an image of a young maiden of sixteen. It was an image of the world called the present world. Strange buildings, some tall and some short, stood towering over the citizens below. The means of transportation were even stranger than the enormous infrastructures. They were gleaming, horseless carriages that came in different colors with odd and loud noises. But he didn't pay attention to these oddities, though. Instead, he stared at the now giggling girl with long brown hair. She had fair skin and sparkling green eyes that of emeralds; truly a sight of beauty.
A pale, ivory hand reached out and touched the girl's face. He closed his eyes and neared his face to it. Closer, closer, and closer it became. His lips came in contact with the cold glass, the barrier between him and the maiden he so longed for. Though it was just an illusion, he believed she was right there.
Drawing back from the mirror, he licked his lips as he stared into the girl's face. "I will have revenge…I swear, they will pay for what they have done." His voice spoke in a deep and deadly tone. "They will pay for their serious crime. I will avenge my father, Omaksha, and carry out his wish and legacy. I shall take this girl as my queen…and then…I will rule over the mortal world." He waved his pale hand in front of the mirror, and the girl slowly vanished into nothingness.
The wind grew colder and more frigid now. The skeletons of almost-naked trees rapped and scrapped on the castle's large windows; the moon shining brighter than ever, a giant pearl laced with silver. The chilly breeze continued its death song of the night; the same song that still sang in his heart more than fifty decades ago…
More than fifty decades ago…
It was strangely quiet in the castle that night. In fact, the whole village itself was silent. All the villagers were asleep in their homes; only the guards were out. As I eagerly searched for books in the castle library, I held up a lantern to the aisles of book cases in the large room. I skimmed through the various titles on the spines of every book. I was alone in the library. I was used to being alone in there…I even felt relaxed being alone. But that night, I felt a sense of uneasiness. There was an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach…I felt like I needed to be somewhere else…
That's when I heard a scream from a few levels above me.
I dropped my books, including the lantern which crashed to the floor; its glass shattering at the impact…the flame dying. I flung the large, oak doors open and started sprinting up the flights of stairs. My heart raced and I didn't know for what reason. But something told me that I had to get to the second floor above me.
When I opened the door to my father's throne room, where I could have sworn I heard the scream, when I saw what was going on.
I wanted to die.
At least eight feet above the ground, my father, Omaksha, was suspended in the air; a frightening beam of light pierced through his chest. Blood gushed out like water from a fountain. My father screamed in agony; his dark, gray hair covered most of his face…but I knew that his equally gray eyes were wide open in pain.
His body finally collapsed to the floor with a loud thud. It was dark and it kept on getting darker and darker. I could only see my father sprawled on the cold, hard surface. I slowly managed to walk to my father where he lay in puddles of his gore. My world had stopped spinning as I got a better view of my father. All the happiness I had had suddenly disappeared from my heart. A gust of wind from the open windows blew through the room. It blew strands of hair over my face…but nothing could hide my crying eyes. I never saw so much blood in my whole life. Not only did I have to lose my mother at an early age, but I also had to lose the only family I had left. I fell to my knees and surrendered to the gash in my heart that I knew would never be healed. I held my father's body to mine, his face and clothes stained in claret. His eyes were closed and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looked so peaceful…just as he had always been. My eyes became clouded by hot tears of pain and disbelief. I couldn't; wouldn't accept that my father had left me. I didn't want to believe that he was dead.
"Father…Father?" I remember myself whimpering those words in between sobs. No answer came. I gently shook him the way I usually woke him up in the morning. I called out to him again; my hands were as cold as my father's frame despite the fresh, warm blood that soaked his long evergreen coat. "Father…please wake up…I'm here…Dad? Please…please open your eyes…" My eyes became cloudier and cloudier by each breath I took. Tears trickled down my face; landing on my father's face...he didn't stir.
My sobs became louder as I gripped tighter to my father's forearms; my knuckles turning white. I took my father's corpse by the shoulders and embraced him; placing my head on his neck. I didn't care about the blood that seeped through my own clothes. Instead, I embraced him even more. I whimpered into his neck like a little girl. And like a little girl, I felt lost; defenseless…helpless. But that didn't stop the anger rising within me.
Looking up with my tear-clouded eyes looking grayer than ever, holding my father in my claret stained arms, I saw four beings hovering about eleven feet above me. They were wearing white garments and had long, gold, satin shawls over their shoulders; waving in the frigid wind. "You must be Prince Levian, the heir to Omaksha's throne." One of them spoke as he wiped off the flecks of blood from his chin with the back of his right hand. "He certainly has grown since the last time we saw him, hasn't he?" a female stated; tucking her blonde hair behind her left ear. I glared at them as they stood suspended over me…they were almost faceless.
"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FATHER?" I yelled to them as they observed me idly. "Now see here, young man. There is no reason to shout like that." A man said as he and the others slowly descended toward me. "ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTION!" My tears fell uncontrollably as I shouted again. The rage inside me swelled as they got closer and closer. My heart sped its beat just as how I felt it moments ago…I felt like I was about to explode in anger. "I'm afraid you don't understand, my boy. You see, your father has committed an atrocious crime. And it has come to our attention that −"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? MY FATHER DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" I retorted. "Are you meaning to say that you are willing to take the throne your father left? Do you want to take the same path Omaksha tread, son?" another man but with auburn hair questioned me in a slow manner. "Don't you understand the circumstances? Or don't you want to accept that your father was a madman?"
I was kneeling with my clothes drenched in blood; still holding my dead father in my arms. I looked back down on him and was once again on the verge of tears. I hugged my father again…for what seemed to be the last time.
I lay his body on the cold floor, my hands dripping of red liquid. "Nobody − can call me 'son' except for my father…" I said, rising to my feet as my eyes didn't look at them − my father's murderers. Putting my folded hands in front of me, pointing them straight, I slowly opened my arms. As the space between them grew, a mixture of blue mist and light began to materialize. I clenched my right hand, wherein a silver and emerald handle was grasped. "Nobody calls my father a 'madman' and lives. What you have done…is just unforgivable!" I bent my knees slightly and jumped into the air with my gleaming sword at hand, ready to strike. "I'LL KILL YOU BASTARDS!"
But as I came at them from above, as I was sure that I would be able to pierce their own hearts, the faceless figures simply raised their hands to eye level…and I too was punished.
White fire clashed with my sword. But just as I feared, I couldn't fend it off. I was engulfed in the cold flames − I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I could only hear the voices of the murderers chanting something almost incomprehensible…until I heard enough to understand what they were doing. They were attempting to seal me.
And they succeeded.
The next thing I knew was that I was sealed in some sort of book. They cast a spell on me to prevent me from aging, probably as part of the punishment. Being sealed in that book, I learned that the book contained old spells that dated back to the time of my ancestors. The text was written in red ink. But it had a distinct smell. The book was undoubtedly written in blood, from what or who the blood came from was unknown. But the sight of it awakened the memory of that horrible night − the night I had lost everything.
I wanted to escape…I needed to escape. My thirst for revenge had to be sufficed. I had to get out.
After fifty centuries of imprisonment, mortal workers with shovels accidentally dug up the book; destroying the latch in the process…therefore freeing me.
Footsteps echoed through the passage as Levian walked down a flight of stairs. Torches were alive with dancing tongues of red and yellow flames that flickered at the wind's touch. The moon light shone through the stained glass windows, making mismatched rainbows within the castle walls. Stopping in front of the familiar oak doors of the throne room, he placed his pale hands on the brass handles and closed his gray eyes. "I will never forget that night. That night was so cold. I felt empty…I never felt so alone…so enraged."
"When my mother died from a curse," he thought, "my father tried his best to raise me. He was always there when I needed him. We would even joke around with each other from time to time. He was the best father anyone could ever want. I was happy though my mother wasn't there. Memories of my father are all I have left…even his death is clear in my mind."
Levian opened the doors and walked into the room. The room was adorned by lovely, scarlet curtains and portraits of himself and his father. He approached a large painting of his father, smiling his peaceful smile and touched its surface.
"Dad, I will take over the kingdom in your place. I will make you proud…I promise…"
Just below the portrait was a podium where the book he was sealed in lay. He opened it and turned it to a particular page.
"Now that I have been released, I can finally fulfill my father's wish. The time has come! The dawn of a new generation is about to begin."
With that, he removed an amulet from around his neck which had a jade pendant. He took hold of it and read the blood-written text:
Oh shadow of misguidance,
Wind of deceit,
Come upon my body.
Cloak me in darkness
That my soul may be hidden.
As the last word escaped his lips, the amulet clasped in his hand shone bright rays of green light. The windows flung open as red wind started to appear and engulf him. His silver hair flailed in the wind as did his long, black cape. Parchment paper and loose pages from books started flying in a swirl around the room, forming a twister.
"The dawn of a new generation is about to begin! The Demon Empire will rise again!"
In a blink of an eye, Levian vanished along with the amulet and the red wind.
The chilly breeze continued its death song of the night; the same song that still sang in his heart more than fifty decades ago…
Whew! It took me two days to − well two nights actually to finish this. I've got other work besides this and all. . I hope you guys will like this story. Please review! ^-~