“Magic. The force that drives and governs us today. It could be known as a tool of innovation, it gives us insight, makes us understand the world in which we live in. However, even a force of such power and purity has a dark side. It turns on who is not… ready, not worthy of it. Should you decide to learn magic, you will give up a life of safety, once you make your decision… you will not be able to turn back. If you do decide to go down the route of a mage, you will be able to excel within this society, be one of the elite. Saarka will be, and I assure you forever grateful… Thank you.” The sound of the slow clapp
The door gave a slight creak, it nudged and moved until sounds which were barely audible on the other side became vivid and clear, “Bane Sicarius! Under the lords law you are to come with us this instant!”
Bane knew there was no hiding from the Lord’s wrath, he submitted and opened the door to a grizzly man whose beard covered the entirety of his face, his bald scalp reflected the moonlight that shone into the alleyway. “How may I help you today, Sir?” Bane attempted at the inquiry of a name, anything would do to identify that goliath of a man who stood in front of him.
“I am here on Lord Bastille’s
Bane adjusted the antenna’s of the barely functioning television; it wasn’t like the huge flat, high definition screens that all his classmates had. It was one of those vintage box televisions. With each adjustment and calibration, the static would wane as color started to appear on the screen, the colors started to twist and turn as they converged into shapes that become more defined with each nudge of the antenna, these shapes became more vivid as the television revealed the shape of a news reporter.
“Mysterious phenomenon of people vanishing have been occurring all over Grenz, it is advised to lock your doors and seal yo
The wind battered his already worn out cloak, the speed in which he dropped advanced at an alarming rate. The drop was short, but Bane managed to streamline himself just enough to achieve terminal velocity. He concluded his drop with a short and gracious roll on the ground. He landed in an alleyway just a few ten meters away from the Grenz tower; there was a door right in front of him and on its bronze handle was etched in a rather ancient type of carving that could barely be comprehended after years of damage ‘home of Bane Sicarius’.
Bane twisted the handle of the vintage mahogany door. With the knowledge that no one would respo
Bane sped on top of the roofs of Grenz; every step he took was carefully calculated, when to land and when to jump, everything was done with the utmost precision. The rage that flooded his brain translated into the unnatural speed he now had adopted. The rooftops were colorless giving the atmosphere a rather lethargic and dull feeling. The night sky was grayscale, reflecting onto his pale face, the vermillion in his eyes burned and glowed the brightest red.
The city of Grenz was filled to the brim with the sight of buildings; these constructs however did not exceed the five story mark. This was the only quality that Bane cherished in the go
Bolt wrapped his cloak around him tighter, shielding himself from the stale, frozen air. The cloak was made of the darkest black, it was almost hypnotizing. He knew that the moment he entered the void there would be no return.
Regret and anger flooded his mind as he traversed the terrain. No one was in sight, nothing was in sight all he could remember was a single crackle of energy that he could sense, it was persistent and never let up. Ever since he arrived on this strange universe his body had been more sensitive to some strange source of power, he couldn’t identify it. The frozen, desolate terrain stretched into the horizon,
Bolt threw his pen across the room, he knew he wasn’t one for fighting. But he also knew that there was a first of everything, it felt like the universe itself slowed down as the pen hurtled through space towards Castro’s nape. Rage, anger and despair were feelings he thought he had overcome but as the tool that helped him express his emotion through various words and drawings was about to connect, he could only feel one thing… regret.
The tip of the pen connected with the base of the neck of Castro, and just like that it was over. Everything seemed surreal, unreal… cartoon-like. Blood gushed from the newly-made hole
“Magic. The force that drives and governs us today. It could be known as a tool of innovation, it gives us insight, makes us understand the world in which we live in. However, even a force of such power and purity has a dark side. It turns on who is not… ready, not worthy of it. Should you decide to learn magic, you will give up a life of safety, once you make your decision… you will not be able to turn back. If you do decide to go down the route of a mage, you will be able to excel within this society, be one of the elite. Saarka will be, and I assure you forever grateful… Thank you.” The sound of the slow clapp
The door gave a slight creak, it nudged and moved until sounds which were barely audible on the other side became vivid and clear, “Bane Sicarius! Under the lords law you are to come with us this instant!”
Bane knew there was no hiding from the Lord’s wrath, he submitted and opened the door to a grizzly man whose beard covered the entirety of his face, his bald scalp reflected the moonlight that shone into the alleyway. “How may I help you today, Sir?” Bane attempted at the inquiry of a name, anything would do to identify that goliath of a man who stood in front of him.
“I am here on Lord Bastille’s
Bane adjusted the antenna’s of the barely functioning television; it wasn’t like the huge flat, high definition screens that all his classmates had. It was one of those vintage box televisions. With each adjustment and calibration, the static would wane as color started to appear on the screen, the colors started to twist and turn as they converged into shapes that become more defined with each nudge of the antenna, these shapes became more vivid as the television revealed the shape of a news reporter.
“Mysterious phenomenon of people vanishing have been occurring all over Grenz, it is advised to lock your doors and seal yo
The wind battered his already worn out cloak, the speed in which he dropped advanced at an alarming rate. The drop was short, but Bane managed to streamline himself just enough to achieve terminal velocity. He concluded his drop with a short and gracious roll on the ground. He landed in an alleyway just a few ten meters away from the Grenz tower; there was a door right in front of him and on its bronze handle was etched in a rather ancient type of carving that could barely be comprehended after years of damage ‘home of Bane Sicarius’.
Bane twisted the handle of the vintage mahogany door. With the knowledge that no one would respo
Bane sped on top of the roofs of Grenz; every step he took was carefully calculated, when to land and when to jump, everything was done with the utmost precision. The rage that flooded his brain translated into the unnatural speed he now had adopted. The rooftops were colorless giving the atmosphere a rather lethargic and dull feeling. The night sky was grayscale, reflecting onto his pale face, the vermillion in his eyes burned and glowed the brightest red.
The city of Grenz was filled to the brim with the sight of buildings; these constructs however did not exceed the five story mark. This was the only quality that Bane cherished in the go
Bolt wrapped his cloak around him tighter, shielding himself from the stale, frozen air. The cloak was made of the darkest black, it was almost hypnotizing. He knew that the moment he entered the void there would be no return.
Regret and anger flooded his mind as he traversed the terrain. No one was in sight, nothing was in sight all he could remember was a single crackle of energy that he could sense, it was persistent and never let up. Ever since he arrived on this strange universe his body had been more sensitive to some strange source of power, he couldn’t identify it. The frozen, desolate terrain stretched into the horizon,
Gone. I made you think of someone, who? Who has left you? Where did they go? What did you do to stop it? I guarantee that in the scheme of things you couldn't have done anything to change them.
Everyone has their power and within that comes responsibility and therefore each individual has their own capabilities defining what is within their reach. They left you. It's not down to you nor does it mean you're to blame. When I was abandoned by my family and I coped because I didn't dwell on that change. Suddenly I faced the world.
Imagine this: Nothing. Completely clear your mind and think of Nothing. Now not only that but now there is nothing left to focus on and you're forced listen to the excruciating silence that bellows throughout the emptiness that surrounds you, that is where I am left.
My world is derelict. So vast and bland that there is now even a lack of sanity. Mirages echoing false hope and the desperate imagination I now hold so dear. For every screech and every cry, I wish I heard; it gets replaced with the lonely hum of reality that I've come to know.
I was loved. I was valued. I was trusted, depended on, and appreciated in a buzzing society of design
My freedom was the first of my successes that day, no matter how short-lived.
As I ran from the street fight I ran into another and couldn’t resist, I used this to reach my sister-in-arms, Ava. In all gang fights, a character may be found and this is what made us so successful, our gang covered both sides of all fights and usually, this meant that street fights had broken out involved two of our own. This confusion always covers our tracks and the corruption above land makes our life easy. An embrace in the safety of a back alley and a shift behind a gutter under the bridge lead us to the cavern where we are all alive.
The air holds a
Hey guys!
I have some good and bad news.
Bad news; I'm going on a hiatus
Good news: Its one week only and I am going to spend it fully flushing out crimson and maverick, expect 2 long chapters for both of them
Hey guys,
Sorry for a delay for this weeks maverick part, I assure it's going to be good.
I also am going to launch a new series called 'Crimson' so watch out for that :)
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