Chronologous

Long time after the last post! This is one of my favorite writing piece, a short story I wrote in my school's short story writing class. Read, and enjoy this intricate tale of time travel!

Chronologous

A pale ray of morning sunlight shone through a gap in the silky, cobalt-blue curtains.  What a burning way to start a day, thought Conrard, as the ray was directed right at his sleepy eyelids.  A glance at the grandfather clock told him it’s well past 7.00.  “I’m bloody late!” he cursed in alarm, and sprang up from the bed in a flash.  Conrard was a lean, young man, of about 175 cm. in height.  He has long, gleaming hair swept back over his brows, their color as black as night.  His eyes were molten gold, filled with a sense of casual, natural even, arrogance.  After a quick leap to in the shower, he strode to a large mahogany wardrobe to pick up his working suits.  All of them were the same shade of black, but he chose the suit to the left most, with a grey tie adorned with intricate vine-like patterns to go with it.  Conrard was in such a hurry that he stumbled twice, and nearly received an intimate kiss from the smooth marble floor on the second time.  Whew, that was close, he sighed in relieve, and continue preparing for the morning trip.   Finally, he set off to his black, oaken dressing table to pick up the last objects before going to work.  A BMW car key, an oxford university’s professor identification tag, and an old, dust covered tome.  And the mystery of this book still puzzles me, pondered Conrard, lost in his thought.  He found the ancient book under his basement a couple of days ago.  It was written in some kind of Medieval English, so he had no idea what any of the texts meant.  That had spurred him to carry the tome alongside him to a colleague at Oxford, who may be able to translate its meaning.  Conrard pick up the various items and ran out the door to work.  What he didn’t know was that the day is not going to be a usual work routine, but something else entirely.

Chapter 1

                Thud. Conrard laid the ancient tome upon the surface of his metallic-grey working table.  Phew, just in time.  I guess the extreme speed ride was worth it.  Conrard sigh and loosen his necktie.  He had race his car all the way to the university, cutting lanes, passing red lights, and gears the BMW into the most exhilarating maneuvers possible.  An experience that I would never missed.  He sat down on his comfy ebon leather chair, and absorbs the room’s unique aroma.  His office was medium-sized, packed with several bookcases along the side of the room.  Between them were numerous shelves and cabinets, filled with ancient relics and artifacts.  At the room’s entrance, opposite to the door, was a full suit of German gothic plate armor.  The collection had a strange smell to them, as if sensing the decades and centuries they have endured.  As he was lost in thought, Conrard’s cellphone vibrated with a loud, Whirmph  

“Hello…” 

“Conrard, are you at the university yet?  I mean, with the book.” 

“Oh yes, Nick!”  He had totally forgotten that he had promised to hand Nick the medieval book for inspection, first thing in the morning. 

“On my way, mate.”  Conrard replied as he grabbed the tome and started his walk toward the door.  Then something strange happened.  The runes on the back of the book came alive with a brilliant auriferous glow.  The book’s title, previously dim and unreadable, shone and letter out its name, Chronolosgue.  An endless, pitch-black void suddenly opened itself beneath Conrard’s steps, covering the entire area of the office’s carpeted floor. The black hole swirled violently like a giant whirlpool beneath Conrard’s feet. The only thought that came to his mind was, This thing looks like a wormhole from one of those sci-fi movies.   Then a monstrous force flushed him into the void before he could comprehend the situation. 

“Ah!!” he screamed for dear life, as Conrard fell down into the bottomless darkness.

Chapter 2

                Conrard was still dazed when her fist come crashing into his face.  Crunch!  And things were still cloudy when he was on the ground, his fingers swiping at the nose and found that it was matted with blood.  Red, mused Conrard, so I am still alive?  Only when the various kinds of fruits and others projectiles were flown towards him that the recollect his senses.  As he ran around, dodging the miscellaneous objects being thrown at him, Conrard looked up at the cottage’s roof.  There was a large hole in the yellowish-straw and mud patchwork.   Which I came down from, he thought.  The young woman currently attacking him had a fair face, with hazel-brown curls and light brown eyes as soft as a doe’s.  Although right now, her gaze at him wasn’t exactly gentle. 

“Wait, mam, let me explain. “ Conrard started off with his most beguiling tone.  At least that’s what he told himself. 

“Eek!” was the lady’s only reply, as she flung a rusted iron kettle at him.  How am I wrong, when the only thing she did was screaming at me?  he pondered and crouched down to dodge the projectile.  Before they could continue their alternation, a huge knight, clad in a full suit of plate, burst through the wooden door. 

“Brother!” the young lady cried out in relieves.  Conrard was in quite a different situation.  Oh crap, he thought in distress. 

“That peculiar way of dressing, a bloody French spy?” the knight bellowed at furiously him.  Double crap. 

“Wait!  The only French word I could say was Bonjour!” he replied in alarm.  Without listening, the knight rushed at Conrard, his steel great sword drawn out.  Conrard barely sidestepped the opening upward slash, the blade missing him by only an inch.  Fortunately, an agedly man, enshrouded in a grey, hooded robe, appeared in the door way, “Stop what you are doing, Haste!” he chided with a voice as loud as thunder. 

“Elder, why? I was going to hack this invader into pieces.” 

“That man was no invader, but an old acquaintance of mine.”  His answer shocked Conrard as much as the regal knight. 

“Besides, Seira had been taken hostage by Red Scar’s outlaw band.  The lord of Manchester requests your aid.” 

“Seira.  Damn it!”  Haste cursed before sprinting out the door way, followed by his sister.  After the two had left, Conrard asked the elderly man, “Why are you helping me?” 

“That is a mystery you would need to solve for yourself.  But know this, your journey hare wasn’t a coincidence.  You were destined to be here by fate, and only the quest to save Seira would unlock a gateway back to where you came from.” 

“And why should I put faith in you words?” 

“You do not have to, just remember this: The magic lurks inside you.” 

At seeing a troop of knights mounted on their mud-brown stallions, Conrard inquired.  “So, please remind me, where am I, anyway?” 

“This is England, in the year 1353, and we are in the village of Manchester.”  The elder replied with a curious smile.

Chapter 3

                Clip-clop, The hooves of Conrard’s horse trot upon the brown dirt road.  As their party passed through a low canopy that lead into the forest’s interior, Ellain fall in beside him.  She was Haste’s sister, the lady he first met on his arrival to this era.  After two days of traveling in the woods, he got to know her much better.  She was quick and agile, a superb cook, yet deadly with a crossbow.  After the time they had spent together he had learnt to admire her strength of mind and personality.  And she is quite a beauty too, mused Conrard  

“Are you gazing up at the sky again?”  Ellain brushed away the hazel-brown curl that fell down in front of her face.  “What a peculiar individual you are, in the way of speaking, dressing, and gazing up longingly at the clear blue sky.” 

“Well, at least you now know that I’m not a French, most of all a spy?” he replied with a playful smile.  His only reply was here laughter, which was as clear as the ringing of bells on windy days.  As they were continuing with their talk and jests, Haste suddenly reined up his mud-brown rouncy and stopped the party’s advance. 

“What is it?” Conrard inquired the regal-looking knight.  Haste was clad in a shiny steel plate that shone brightly against the sun light.  His brown rough-spun cloak hung limply upon the rouncy’s flank, and droplets of sweat glistened against his dark brown hair. 

“Here, the tracks made by Red Scar’s band.”  He dismounted and examined a trail of horse hoof prints left upon the muddy road.  As Conrard and Ellain dismounted alongside him, Haste whispered in a confident tone, “They are still fresh, a few hours at most.  We are near.” 

After a few hours of riding, a ragged encampment surrounded by a simple wall of timber, came into view.  The sounds of drinking and partying filled the still forest air, and campfires blazed against the dark of night.  A band of outlaws were dancing festively around, while swinging mugs of ale or dueling with each other.  In the center, of the band, besides the most viciously burning campfire, stood Red Scar.  A terrible crimson scar stretched across his face, from his right eye to will below the chin.  Dry blood clung grotesquely upon the grievous wound.  The outlaw was clad in rusted mail, with a layer of sweat-stained boiled leather beneath.  Strapped to his waist was a black falchion, its edge still crusted with the dry, black Hood of people he had killed.  Conrard and his party were hidden behind a layer of shrubbery that hid them from the bandit’s view. 

“Is that him?” Conrard asked with difficulty, as he gazed intently at the bandit chief. 

“That infamous scar, and the grim falchion strapped to his side.  He is definitely the nefarious Red Scar, leader of the most vicious outlaw group in all of England.”  replied Haste.  The knight’s tone was dangerously threatening, and his eyes gleamed with hatred at the sight of Red Scar. 

“So, what should we do now?”  Ellain whispered in a hushed voice, her tone full of worry. 

“Charge in, run the bastards through, and save Seira.”  The knight grunted and leaps over the undergrowth.

He then rushed straight into the bandit gathering. A lone bandit draining his jug of ale in the forest’s dark corner noticed Haste, and lifted up his throwing axe in alarm. Even before he could respond, Haste ran the bandit through with his great sword, crimson blood bathing the sword’s wooden hilt. By the time Conrard and Ellain had managed to reach the clearing, several outlaws had been alarmed of the intruders’ presence. They rushed in like feral dogs, thirsty for the stream of killing and carnage. A towering brute charged toward Haste, swinging his monstrous morning star at the knight’s unprotected face. Without a moment’s hesitation, Haste dodged the bandit’s attack and stabbed his blade through the man’s heart. The giant fell down with a soulless thud, but other outlaws rushed into fill his place. Ellaine sprayed the outlaws with her crossbow bolts, each of them falling down with an arrow head protruding from their chest.

From behind, a ragged savage swung his blade in an upward slash, aiming for Conrard’s head. Conrard did his best to parry the attack with his shabby quarterstaff, and ran around dodging the following blows frantically. When he finally caught the man on surprise and slammed the butt of his stave against the outlaw’s skull, Conrard looked around to assess the current situation. Most of the bandits had fallen to Haste’s blade, and the few who survived had ran away in fear and trepidation. However, he saw no sign of Ellain.  Conrard searched the wooded area, and finally spotted her leaning against a large oak. Besides her stood a grim warrior, clad in rusted mail and holding a black, twisted falchion in his grip.

“Red Scar!” Conrard gasped as he recognized the nefarious criminal. He shouted at the top of his lung to inform Haste. Before the knight could reach Ellain, three wickedly armed bandits leaped out from beneath the underbrush and engaged him in combat.              

Swoosh!

Red scar’s black iron falchion rose high over Ellain’s head.  Haste was stuck in battle with the three bandit lieutenants, grunting and cursing every time he parried their attacks.  As the blade hacked down, Conrard cried at the top of his lungs, “No!”  He was too far to rescue Ellain, and only equipped with a wooden staff besides. 

I want to be stronger, Conrard thought to himself, I want to be able to protect her.  With that, the runes upon the magical tome glowed with a golden light.  Vicious gale swept through the deciduous forest and leaves flew like a rain of spears.  As Conrard rushed toward the bandit chief, his instincts seem to tell him what to do.  It was always hidden beneath me, lurking, enshrouded by my own consciousness.  Now, I just hope that this plan would works.  He flipped through the ancient book and shouted out the only magical spell that comes to mind. 

“Earthos Waul!,” The earth rumbled and roared to his command, heaving like a giant beast.  A solid wall of humus and stone rose between Ellain and Red Scar just in time as the sword slash came down. 

Shiank!

The iron blade scraped against one of the stone chunk, and sparks flew like flaming arrows in the darkness. 

“What in the world?” cursed the outlaw chief, as he instinctively retreated away from the magical earth wall.

“I would say this is for hurting Ellaine, but also because I just want to burn you to a crisp.” said Conrard.  His tone was so chilling that it would instilled fear into the heart of even a seasoned bandit like Red Scar. 

“Hellies Infernos!”  A monstrous, scorching ball of flame rocketed forward and devours everything in its path, lighting the entire forest in an eerie orange glow. The hell’s inferno leaves only flames and ashes in its wake, along with the trails of fire, death, and destruction.

Froom! The ashen forest combusted relentlessly, as flaming tree trunks fell down with showers of sparks.  The air was smoke and sulfur, but it did nothing to hide the gruesome smell of charred flesh.    Among the burning remnants laid a body, charred so badly that he was recognizable only by the black, dented falchion by his side.  As Conrard lifted his gazed form what remained of Red Scar, he turned around and wrapped Ellain in a warm and passionate embrace. 

“Are you alright?” Conrard asked in a tone full of concern.  At that moment he felt his heart beat a little faster, and nothing in the world seems to matter besides the two of them.  Conrard lifted up his hand and gently wipe out Ellain’s tears. 

“I was so scared.” She replied with a shaky voice, and hugged him even more tightly.  As Ellain was recovering, Haste had rescued Seira from one of the camp’s largest tents.  A fair maiden with black hairs and eyes, she looked more shocked than terrified by the entire occurrence.  After Haste had help her onto the reins of his rouncy, he mounted in just behind and made a signal to Conrard and Ellain. 

“It’s time we get back home.”  Haste whispered, and together the party galloped toward the rising sun.

Almost immediately after they had arrived in Manchester, Haste and Ellain were called in to have an audience with the lords and barons, to reward them for the great deeds they had done.  Conrard sat upon a rocky grey boulder by the river bank and gazed at the slow flowing, crystal clear water.  His mind went back to the moment he had rescued Ellain.  Conrard’s heart skipped a beat when he thought about holding her in his arms, and the surge of tenderness and joy he felt during that time. He clenched his fist together in frustration and confusion about this feeling within his heart.

After a while, he lax his clenched fists, both of them white from the strain enforced. While he stared at his open palm, Conrard recalled back to his long, almost-forgotten past.  He was always the quiet one in school, sitting way back at the end of class.  Other kids would go off with their friends for lunch, but he always sat there, on the grim, solitude bench, all alone.  Once in a while, however, she would sit on the seat across to him, with her bright, shining smile upon those lips.  After a long, suffocating silence, she would always asked him those same questions, in a soft, caring tone.  ‘How was your day?’  They were short, simple words, yet their warmth simmered deep within his heart.  She was his first love, his only love, and he could not believe anyone would be able to replace her.  Yet, just now with Ellain, how did he felt so… in love?

While he was lost in thought, the village elder appeared from behind, and sat down besides Conrard.  “Did you know? Haste is going to be ordained into England’s order of the Garter, as a reward for rescuing the Lord of Manchester’s daughter. He also had plans to wed Seira by the end of this year.”  The old man’s only response was the uttering silence that followed. 

“I heard you had found the key to going back within yourself,” the elder continued, “what are you going to do now?” 

That’s exactly the problem, Conrard cogitated.   His troubled gazed was fixated on the elder’s kindly face as he replied, “Do you suggest any alternative?”

“Whatever you do, decide on it quickly.  The time portal spell could only be cast on the night of the full moon, which is tonight.  Once that is passed, the gate would close forever.”  The elder ended his answer with a startling fact.  “I will ask again, what will you do?”

Huff-huff, The young woman was red-faced from running, her hazel-brown curls clinging to her sweat-stained face.  She approached an agedly man that is snoring peacefully, and shook him on the shoulders. 

 “Where is Conrard?” Ellain questioned the elder, who was slouching on a low, wooden bench stationed prior to her house.  “I had looked for him all over the place.”  Ellaine was distraught. She had something she direly wanted to tell that strange, yet surprisingly warm and compassionate stranger, before he forever disappeared from her life.  

“He went back.” The agedly man replied in a strangely casual tone, his eyes still cloudy from sleep. 

“What did you mean by that? Did he go somewhere?”  Ellaine inquired, puzzled by the ambiguous answer.  Her brows knitted together in confusion. 

“Young one, “the elder explained calmly, “Conrard went back to where he came from, a place beyond our mind and grasp.  He is gone now.” 

Am I too late? Ellaine thought to herself.  She stood there frozen in place.  “Oh,” the elder called out, “he also left you this.”  He handed a thin paper scroll to her.  She unrolled the parchment and started to read the letter’s contents. 

Dear Ellain,

                You probably wouldn’t know it, but I was charmed by you from the first time we had met.  Our adventure together only served to intensify the feeling, to a level that it could be called “love”.  All of those feelings, however, were masked by my arrogant, will full, and headstrong nature, and never made it to you.  Now I regret it.  I regret that I had time with you, but never fully appreciate it.  I regret that I truly love you, but never put my effort into expressing it.  And I regret that I should have face you with more courage, and be truer to my heart.  Now I have lost them all, and no matter what I do I couldn’t bring them back.  The final words that I would like to tell you, to be able to finally pour out the contents of my heart and tell you, is that I love you.  Truly, madly, deeply, I am in love with you.  And no matter how long the decades that sets us apart, I will always love you…

                                                                                                                           

With Love and Farewell,

Conrard

As sparkling drops of tears trickled down Ellain’s rosy, pink cheeks, she whispered softly, “All this time, I had felt the same about you.” Her big hazel-brown eyes were brimming with tears, and she brushed them away with the back of her hand. 

“How could you leave without saying a word, a good bye?”  Her body trembled slightly as she sobbed, not being able to control herself.  The parchment was now splotched with teardrops, and more dropped down onto the paper with a soft, squishy, pae.  “When I finally fell in love with someone for the first time, why do you have to leave?”  Ellain cried out, as the rain fell down and mixed with her tears.  She knew it was stupid and foolish, but she still wanted to hope that he would appear beside her, and wiped away these tears.  While Ellain was standing in the rain, soaked and crying her heart out, a firm hand grabbed her and pulled the young women into a warm embrace. 

“I just cannot do it, leaving without you.”  The mysterious stranger sighed.  Ellain looked up only to cry out in astonishment. “Conrard!”  Tears of joy welled up in her eyes, “Didn’t you leave?” 

“I was about to, but decided against it and came back to you.”  Conrard replied with a smile.  “For I had fallen in love with you, Ellaine.”

“And I thought you would never say that!” 

Then the two of them kissed passionately under the moonlit rain, and the starry sky.

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Spectator Sport: Land of the Dead



I got it here

The freezing cold breeze rushes past, cracking the inner of your bones. The grisly black earth teemed with the scent of death. The pitch-black sky looms above like a black hole, ready to suck in everything in its path. The dead tree trunks crackle menacingly, and the lumpy tree barks waved like demon’s finger in the wind.

The ominous earth gives way to copious slabs of stone. Some of them are made from smooth, polished marbles. Others are not as ornamental, made from rugged, gray-ish black stone. But both of them share one characteristic. They contains ornately written inscription of the long dead commemorative plaque’s owner information. The inscription enlists the plaque’s owner name, birth year, death year, and a brief description of them when they were still alive or what they are remembered for. Multitudes of the plaques are already worn out by time. Rock brittles broke off, the engrave are so worn out that it is illegible, and mosses or other kinds of plants grew on the plaque.

As the tumultuous clouds parted, the silver lunar gradually lights up the gloomy night sky. The lunar’s beam shine through the entirety of the area. Its beam reaches even the darkest cracks and crevices, and visibility became significantly clearer than before. The lone cemetery is not very large in size. It is surrounded on all four sides by black iron fences, with two polished metal gates marking the entrance and the exit. To the eastern end of the area stood a church. Some of the melody escaped into the cemetery and lingers the area, as if a lullaby to the dead. On the northern and southern end of the cemetery is the villagers’ residential area. The time is late, so all of the lights are off and the villagers to sleep. The only sound in the area is the cold night breeze blowing against the brick roofs. Finally, to the west, are the wild forests. The strident wolf howl echoes through the night, chilling everyone who heard it.

The pacific nature did not continue for long. The black metal gates clang open creakily. A tall black figure hurriedly walks into the graveyard, his leather shoes scrunching the dried leaves on the ground. He usually walks with assertive steps, but he can't control his emotions too much today. He was a man in his 20s and wears a stylish black business suit. He has a handsome face, with black eyes that gleams like topaz and straight black hair. His destination is a grave in the center of the cemetery that looks distinct than the others. The grave’s plaque is made from accurately cut black marble, and its surface is richly polished. At the instant that the man finally reaches the grave, he stares at the plaque with a mix of emotions, grief, confusion, and disbelieve. The sight affect him greatly, a rose bouquet and small ring box in his hand fell to the ground. Tears trickle down his cheeks as the man stood there silently in the lonely graveyard, never satiated. 

I got it here



Gengkiskan: Rise of Greatness

A story I once started writing casually as an RP spec of a game I like. If you doesn't play the game you can just sit back and and enjoy the story in a novel perspective. :D

A figure stood silently by the beach in the evening sunlight. He was about 5"9 feet tall, but from the first sight, you can tell he's not a regular human. His whole body is covered by tentacles and somekind of crab-like shell, and he have one arm as a crab pincer. In the other hand, he holds a big, aqueous saber that gives a mysterious blue glow. The figure looks down at the dead bodies of his enemies and their blood seeping down in the sand. In the midst of silence, the figure whisper to himself,

"What have I done?"

15-years ago

Everything starts at the birth of a baby boy. This baby is destined to a great destiny. He will be the one who challenges the greatest powers and changes what we know today for eternity. He will be the ruler over the vast land of Lore and inscribes a new chapter of history into the Book of Lore. The moment this child is born, there is a sudden flash of pure white light in the room. Then the bright light subsided, and there is a pure gold aura surrounding the baby boy. Then, out of nowhere, a voice boomed,

"This boy is destined to greatness. He'll be the ruler over all of Lore and with his power, Lore will never be the same again."

His parents were shocked at first, but they came to accept the fate of their sons.

"If this is his Fate, then it shall be" they said.

So his they named him "Gengkiskan" (Great Leader)

Many years passed since then, and now Gengkiskan is 14 years old. One day, his parents went out to find herbs and medicines in the forest as usual, but they did not return by the dinner time like they do everyday.

"Where can they be?" Gengkiskan ponder to himself.

The next morning, he receive the news that his parents were killed by some bandits when they accidentally run into the bandits while trying to collect herbs. The bandits killed his father and mother cruelly. They robbed even the little-hard earned money his parents have. A hunter was on the lookout for some rabbits when he run into the body of Gengkiskan's parents.

When Gengkiskan sees his parent's body, he bellow, "Dad, Mom! Why why why!!! Why did it needs to be you! What about us! What about Me and Maria. Who is going to take care of us? Boo hoo hoo", in his whole life, he neve have cried so hard until now. The hunter that found his parent's bodies hand him something,

"Here, I found this along with your mother's body."

In his hand is a silver-oval pendant with some word etched on it. Gengkiskan is at a shock for words. The pendant is a special gift that he and his younger sister, Maria, had made for their mother on her birthday. When he thinks of the warmth from his mother's hand that he'll never be able to experience again, he cries even harder than before. He grief his parent's death so much he didn't eat anything for over five days, and spent all of his time crying.

A year later--

"A year have passed since the incident", pondered Gengkiskan. He couldn't believe that time went so fast. He still feels like it was yesterday that parents pass away.

"Dad, mom, I will take care of Maria as good as I can. I will never let you down."

Now, Gengkiskan, as the big brother, have to take care of his little sister, Maria alone for the past year. He works as hard as he can by becoming a blacksmith apprentice and mining to find enough money to support him and Maria. He believes that his parents' last wish will be that he is being able to take care of Maria instead of them and provides everything for her happiness. When he was thinking about this, his sister Maria walks to him without his notice, and pats him on the back,

"Are you working too hard again, brother? You really needs some rest, your body can't take it any more."

"I'm fine, Maria. I'm your big brother remember? I am the strongest! Oh, and another thing, it'll be good if you can went to the market to buy some fish for dinner."

"Sure, brother, I'll be on my way!"

Gengkiskan looks at his sister turning away and walking toward the market.

"She is so lively, even after all those things happens, but she is still friendly and as strong as ever. It'll be better if she will just express her sadness and cry out to me"

Everyone loves Maria. She is cute, friendly, and always humorous. She always talks to people when she walks past them. The janitor, the baker, the shop keeper, the hunter, she is always nice to everyone.

"I see, you are worried about your sister, eh?" a guy appears out from behind Gengkiskan's back.

"Alex! Why are you even here man? Aren't you should be working for your mother right now?" Gengkiskan replied in surprise.

"Yup, but I sneak out. You see, I really like Maria. She's cute, pretty, and charming in every way. I'm trying to flirt with her. As that you are my best friend, you are surely going to help me, right?"

"Never ever man, and as I tells you, no one mess with my sister."

"Eh? Geng, you're my friend, help me man!"

"NO way, hahaha" Then they joke with each other happily. Eventhough everything is not perfect, but they are going on beautifully. Until one day, everything changes... (To be continued)

On a nice, peaceful day, Gengkiskan is walking to the blacksmith to starts his working daily routine, when he suddenly hears the screaming and shouting of the villagers, along with the sound of hoofs coming from outside the village.

"The bandits are coming!" someone shouted, then that man was stabbed by a bandit on horseback.

That starts the panic rush among the villagers. They ran around screaming and asking for their lives to the bandits, but they pay no attention to the poor, helpless villagers.

"Raid every houses and burn them down to the ground. Kill the man and children, and rape the women! Hahaha!!!" the bandit leader commands evilly. The village turns into a mayhem in an instant, chaos were everywhere in the once peaceful village.

"Maria, where are you?" Gengkiskan cries out with worry.

Everywhere around him were set ablaze, cries of terror and desperation filled the atmosphere, and corpses filled the streets. Gengkiskan was gravely searching for his sister, but she was nowhere to be found. He got more and more worry along the time that passes by. What if something happens to his sister? No, it'll be okay, he keeps on telling himself, Maria is a strong girl, she'll be okay. Then, seeing a familiar figure in the distance abruptly stops everything he's thinking about, as that is his sister Maria!

"Maria!" Gengkiskan cries out lovingly to his sister

"Brother!" Maria cries back to Gengkiskan, tears trickling down her cheeks.

They frantically ran to each other, but suddenly, a group of bandits appears out of nowhere and grab hold of Maria.

"Let go of me, let go of me, you bastards!" Maria screams at the bandits, but they grab hold of her even more tightly.

"You dirty bandits! Let her go!" Gengkiskan bellowed feriously and rushed up to the bandit leader, but some more bandits comes out and grab hold of him.

"I see, so you are brothers and sisters? How adorable." The bandit leader said with a sarcastic tone to his voice. "Your sister is quite pretty, wasn't she." He hornily licks Maria on her cheeks. "Then I will rape your sister, and you will be a spectator to this show!"

"NO!!! I WILL KILL YOU, YOU EVIL BANDITS!" Gengkiskan screams in rage, and desperately tries to break free from the bandits' grab.

"You sucker, beat him up, boys." the bandit leader orders. The bandits start to beat Gengkiskan brutally. He can feels the hard punches and kicks break his bone and his insides. He cough out lumps of waste blood and falls down on the earth.

"Please, please stop..." Maria sobbed anguishly at the gaze of her injured brother.

"Stop beating him up, I still want him conscious enough to be able to watch his sister get raped!" the bandit leader ordered. "Now, pretty girl, I'll give u a chance to become a fully grown women before you die!" Then the bandit leader starts to tears her clothes out piece by piece, and before long, Maria was left with nothing covering her body.

"Brother, please help me. Please..." Maria cried terribly. Gengkiskan can only watch his sister get raped helplessly. It may be hours, or minutes, he don't know, when the bandit leader finally stops.

"This girl is really a piece of art." He said crazily. "She's even more beautiful when she desperately cries for help, now I wonder how beautiful she'd be after I kill her!" Then the bandit leader clench Maria's throat and squeeze it.

"Brother, please help me, brother....." Maria plead desperately. She is gasping more and more for her breath. Gengkiskan tries his hardest to stand up, to no avail. Too many of his bones and internal organs have been damaged. He cannot even save himself.

"Brother........" Those were her last words. Then she finally closes her eyes and the last breath of life left her.

"Let's get going boys, we still have other villages to attend to. Hahahaha!" the bandit leader laughs evilly.

"Maria" with his last reserve of energy, Gengkiskan crawls to his sister. She is naked, her skin being pale white. They were covered with cuts and bruises, and her white, slim legs were tainted with blood.

"MARIA!!!!!!!" Gengkiskan screams anguishly at the black sky. Mockingly enough, it started to rain heavily, as if to cry for his sister's death, and his village's destruction.

A few days later--

Gengkiskan was walking along a small stream. It was a nice, sunny morning. The gurgling of water and happy chirping of birds filled the air. The air is a bit chilly that day, but all of this didn't bother Gengkiskan at all. He, in his blood-stained and tattered cloth, walk to the stream and drinks the water thirstily. Just as he was drinking, he sees a reflection of his sister on the stream. Then, he cries some more when his memories about his sister and village were triggered. Before his parents died, they've put their trust in him to take care of his sister. He tried his best, but now that his sister is dead, that means nothing.

His parents put their last trust and wish to him, to just take care of his sister, but he totally failed. He was powerless to save his own sister, and he watches his sister got raped and killed, and was unable to do anything. He was powerless, worthless, and insignificant. He couldn't protect his parents, his village, his friend, and most importantly, his own sister, who always trust in him and was always accompanying him when he needs her.

"I should just die. Boohoohooh." Gengkiskan sobbed miserably. In moments like this when he were weak, Maria will always be encouraging him and always stays there for him. Gengkiskan continues to walk up the stream, in a manner without any enthusiasm in living and as if his body was just a flesh vessel while the spirit inside him were crushed beyond imagination long ago. He, you could say, walks and looks as if he was a living corpse, a zombie, not a mortal human. Gengkiskan walks up the stream until it widens up into a wide river. He then, as if in a trance, grabs a big rock, tie it tightly with a rope he found along the way, and ties the other end on his neck. And then he jumps into the river....

The river water was the color of emerald green and almost-freezing in temperate. Gengkiskan didn't expect it to even be this cold. The sunlight shines through the surface of the water, and it causes the emerald-green water to looks as if they have light rays cutting through them at some point. There were some small marine animals floating close to him, and fish swimming past his sides. Gengkiskan encounter some strange seaweed-like water plants along the way, drifting past him. The more he descends, the darker, more freezing, and even more threatening the water becomes. Gengkiskan gradually lost his consciousness along the way.

Then he woke up lying on a soft ground of sand, "Where is this?" "Heaven?" He question in his mind.

"No, this is my underwater palace" a deep, intimidating voice answered him. It is only now that Gengkiskan starts to see his surroundings. He was in a very big room, more like a hall. Every part of this room was covered with beautifully made carvings, most of them about the fighting between humans in various armors with kraken-like beasts. The ceiling was about two stories high from the floor. There were about six marble pillars supporting the roof, and between the pillars were long sheets of light blue cloth draped sophisticately. To the walls on the left and right were rows of large windows overlooking the beautiful ocean scenery outside. The roof of the room have a huge circular hole on it,he didn't know what is its purpose, but that is probably the hole that he fells through to get into this room.

On Gengkiskan's back was an enormous door made of the same kind of stone that is used to make the pillars and the palace, it is also trimmed with white corals on the rim. In front of him was a magisterial throne, made from some kind of ocean-blue marble and decorated by many different kinds of different corals, creating an array of wild and luxurious colors. A figure starts to form out of the waves. At first the shape wasn't that clear, but its shape got more and more clear over time. After a while, a mysterious man appears sitting on the throne.

"Who are you?" Gengkiskan asks in puzzlement, how can this man even appears out of nowhere? And his instincts told him that this man is not a man that should be messed with.

"My name is Kathool At'choo, the most feared marine beast of all time." he replied calmly, "But shouldn't we talk about you, Gengkiskan?"

"Wait, how did you know my name?" Gengkiskan was perplexed. How can this guy, whatever he is, know his name?

"I have the power to look into people's minds and see through the core of their souls," Kathool replied with a smile, "And I know about your past, the fate of your parents, sister, and village." "I know that you seek revenge of those bandits. If you give me your body, I will lend you my power in return."

"Why, why will you do that?" Gengkiskan was truly baffled now.

"Did you even have to care about those pesky little things? Can't you remember the death of your parents, sister, and fellow villagers? Will you forsake their revenge for a small and unimportant matter like that? Will you, Gengkiskan?"

Kathool was highly persuasive, and Gengkiskan got swayed by his sayings, "Let's do this, Kathool At'choo" he speaks ambitiously, the flame of revenge burning in his eyes.

Inside Kathool's mind, he is thinking, Good, he fell for it. I know this boy is special from the very first time I see him falls through the roof and into my throne room. He have a great destiny to fulfill, and he have great power hidden inside him, even if he doesn't know it. His inner strength plus with my power and experience, and we'll be unmatched. And with his body I'll be able to get to the surface world. I heard rumors that surface girls are cute, must check that out...

"Good, now we can starts the process of soul transferring." Kathool said, as he walked toward Gengkiskan.

"Are there anything more that I need to do?" Gengkiskan asked in an anxious voice.

"Oh, no, you just stand there where you are, this process is really quite easy." Now Kathool was face-to-face with Gengkiskan. Kathool then place his hand on Gengkiskan's head and focuses all his power to his palm. His hand starts to glow with blue auras of power. Then it all happens in a flash.

Whoosh! Kathool's soul suddenly enters into Gengkiskan's body.

"Arghhhh!" He screams in pain. He can feels Kathool's enormous power gush into his body. Gengkiskan's eyes starts to have blue aura pulsating from them. Then, this starts to happen throughout his body. Before long, his whole body is shining with powerful blue aura. They got brighter and brighter, so bright that the ocean seems to be lit by a miniature sun. Then the aura exploded in an bright explosion.

BOOM! Water splashes around violently, and the shock wave sent out blows every organism near the center of the explosion away yo a very far distance. The explosion was so strong that every life forms in the 500-meter radius is shaken by the force of the explosion, whether undersea or on the surface. Then a tall, thin figure slowly rose out of the waves. The distant figure starts to walk casually to the shore, his feet stepping on the water as if they were compact ground.

When he finally reaches the shore, Gengkiskan speaks softly but firmly, "Today is the beginning of my legend, the legend of Gengkiskan!" His voice was so full of ambition and strength, it causes Kathool's skin to crawl with the same morale and ambition.

Gengkiskan is walking silently through a deep, dark forest. The silvery light of the moon creates strange view that makes this forest seems scary, but bewitching at the same time. The dried, dead trees seem to be looking at passerby hungrily. Red and green eyes gaze from their hidings in the bushes, always ready to pounce on anything that could be food. The growl of vicious beasts and undead creatures filled the air. Yes, you probably know it by now, this is the doomwood forest.

"Eh? Where am I anyway?" Gengkiskan looked at his surroundings and asked puzzlely.

"You are back now, Gengkiskan?" a voice asks him in his head, it was Kathool.

"Back? What do you mean by that?"

"Almost right after you received my power, you got absorbed into your own thinking. I tried to contact you several times, but you seems to be in a deep trance. You keep walking on and on until now."

"And where is this place?"

"You expect me to know that? I'm the greatest marine beast, Kathool At'choo. From the word "marine" you can probably guess that I didn't visit the surface world that often. Much less know where on Lore are we."

"I never expected you to be this sarcastic..." Suddenly, a loud, demonic howl filled the air. Out of the bushes appears several werewolves, each one being twice as big as a man and having sanguine, blood-lust eyes.

"These guy seems to be quite strong, what should I do now?" Gengkiskan murmur to himself.

"Never fear, now that you have my power. Not a single of your enemies will be able to withstand your great power. You have the might to crush them all." Then he feels a sword materializes in his hand.

"What is this blade?" Gengkiskan asked while examining it.

"This is my weapon, Shui Miadao. (Great Waterdemon's Saber) It is one of the strongest weaponry of all time, feared throughout the eight seas of Lore. One slash from it can creates giant Tsunamis that can wipe out an entire town. Use it wisely, Gengkiskan, and proves to me that you have the power to wield it." Kathool explained.

"You got it." With that, Gengkiskan launches at his enemies with amazingly high speed. A werewolf tries to punch him down, but Gengkiskan just casually grabs its wrist, and twist it in such a way that loud cracking sounds were heard and the werewolf howls in pain. He then stabs Shui Miadao right into the poor werewolf's heart. It falls down on the earth and never rises again. Gengkiskan's eyes were cold and cruel. They sparks no sign of life in him, as if he was a mindless killing machine.

"So he is a guy with double personality? And this is his other personality?" Kathool thought, "This is getting more and more interesting." Then, dramatic changes starts to happen to Gengkiskan's body. The color of his skin turns to a very pale white color, almost as white as a sheet of paper. His hair's hazel-brown color starts to discolor to white color, starting from the cone until all of his hair is totally white. The last place to change was his eyes. The color of his iris changes to black color, while his pupil turns to yellow color. Gengkiskan looks a bit shocked and surprised with these sudden changes. That gives an opening to the remaining werewolves. They charge straight at him with great ferocity.

Gengkiskan raises his left hand and pointed it at the beasts. They turns into multitudes of white octopus tentacles with yellow suckers. The tentacles bind the two werewolves in the front and keeps them from making any movements. Then he rocketed himself into the air, jumps down at the werewolves, and use the momentum to slices the first werewolf in half. He then grabs the second werewolf's head and smash it on the ground so hard, it creates a small creator on the ground and completely crushes the werewolf's skull. The werewolf's blood oozes out from its skull, and its pink brain is visible from the outside. Some of the werewolves' blood spill on Gengkiskan's face, and that makes him looks even more demonic and deadly in the silence of the dark forest.

The two remaining werewolves are aware that their tasty prey is not an edible one. They starts to turn to the opposite direction and run for their lives. Too late. The status of the hunter and the hunted are exchanged. Gengkiskan leap on the side of a tree. Using the trunk as a base, he springs himself with an inhuman force and rocketed through the air. He stopped just in front of one of the remaining werewolves. Gengkiskan completely caught the werewolf off-guard. It stared at him in shock and amazement, his moves made him look like he appears out of nowhere. He didn't let that chance slipped by him. Gengkiskan slashes at the werewolf with great strength. Its head flew off the werewolf's shoulder, and it falls down to the ground with a loud *Thud*.

The last remaining werewolf run at full speed for its life. It never though that there'd be a day for the werewolf to run for its life, especially from a human. To the werewolves and other creatures of the night, human were just weak creatures that were their food. But this human was something different. He slaughter those werewolves easily, without even breaking a sweat. With the blood stained on the human's face, garment, and blade, he was far more horrendous than any other creatures it have ever known. Just a glance from the human causes sends a chill down its spine, and the werewolf's fur puffs up uncontrollably. Before it could think or do anything, the werewolf instinctively runs for its life. It ran on and on for a very long time. Finally, when the werewolf's energy runs out and it is sure even that human cannot follow it until here, the werewolf stopped to rest. That was its biggest mistake.

"So, can we finally stop this game of tag?" Gengkiskan speaks casually as he walks out from behind the dead tree trunk. As if by teleportation, he appears right before the werewolf. He pierces his bare hand into the werewolf's chest, and grab hold of its still-beating heart. He then pull it out of the werewolf's chest and crush it under his iron grip. All of this happens in a flash. The werewolf's lifeless body tumble on the ground. The once-noisy forest is now completely silent. The creatures of the forest have seen the bloody massacre, and they were plain afraid. The aura that was omitted from Gengkiskan's body was so freezing and tenebrous that he was almost like the embodiment of death itself. All of a sudden, Gengkiskan's vision started to get blur. He staggered for a few steps, but stumble and fell unconscious on the ground.....

"Now, where am I again this time?" Gengkiskan pondered as he woke up on the cold, dirt floor. Then memories started to flush into his head, the memory of his encounter of the werewolves, and the massacre he have done. He remembered that after the contact with the werewolves, he suddenly felt a surge of coldness and cruelty in his heart, and a beast-like intention to kill infested upon him. He can only remembers red flashes of blood, and his body moves primarily by its instincts.

"Kathool, did you the one who's responsible for the things that happens in Doomwood?"
Gengkiskan asked in a lost voice.

"No, your intention to fight taps into my power and advances your monstrous form, but I didn't do anything other than that." Kathool didn't tell him about the presence of Gengkiskan's another personality. No, not yet, thought Kathool, this can works in his favor in the future. After that along the walk, Gengkiskan was silent all the way. He was deep in though about his fight with the werewolves. Kathool said he didn't do it, so what could be behind that? And will he someday be engulfed by that raging soul inside his body? He never knows...

Then suddenly, a group of men on horseback sped along the way. "Move, move move, move out of the way!" they shouted to Gengkiskan. He dodged them by an inch before their horses thundered past where he used to be standing. Strangely, something struck Gengkiskan. All of the men have tattoos on their faces. And the tattoo seems very familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he would have seen it.

Gengkiskan walks on and on, until he reaches a small town. Finally, time to get something for my hungry stomach, I haven't eaten in days, he though. But when he got the full sight of the town, he stared at it in horror. The small town was ablaze with scorching flames. Houses were burned and villagers run everywhere, screaming for their lives. Cries of terror and agony filled the very air. Gengkiskan then saw some of the men with tattoos on their face running after the villagers. They killed the helpless villagers, some of them even raping women. Suddenly, memories started to flooded into Gengkiskan's brain. The cries of his friends and neighbors, his sister getting raped, and how his village burned down. Those tattoo are the signs of that gang of bandits, the signs that the bandit leader and his men have on their appearance that night.

"You, you!!!" Gengkiskan screams with matchless animosity. His eyes were blood-shot, and his pulse went so fast his skin seems like there are worms crawling under it. Several white octopus tentacles with yellow suckers starts to breaks out from his back. They lash out ferociously, as if they were hungry for the essence of blood.

"Ahh!!!!" several bandits scream in pain as the tentacles bind around them and gradually crushes their bones and suffocates them. Some of the daring bandits attempt an attack on Gengkiskan, but the tentacles just wrap around their necks and broke their neckbone. Gengkiskan then uses his tentacles to tear the remaining of the bandit's body in halves.

"Monster!!!" the remaining bandits cried in fear and ran away from Gengkiskan as fast as they could. Too late. Gengkiskan moves so fast he looks almost like a streak of white. He appears in front of a bandit and uses his pincer hand to crushes the bandit's throat. He then sends his octopus tentacles to go after the other bandits. The tentacles strike the bandits with unimaginable velocity and pierce through them, leaving a huge hole in their chest. Now there are only one bandit left. The bandit ran with all the energies that he had, but it still was not enough. Gengkiskan's tentacles enslave him and they pull him toward Gengkiskan.

"Please, please let me go." the bandit begs pathetically.

"Tell me, where is your bandit hideout?" Gengkiskan question with a voice as cold as steel.

"A.. a little bit north from here, in a big cave shaped like the mouth of a tiger!" "Please spare me!" He begged with a shaky voice.

"Now that I've known the location of your hideout, you are no more use to me." Gengkiskan replied with a murderous tone. Even before the bandit could blink, Gengkiskan summons Shui Mia Dao and chop him to countless pieces. The blood is stained all over Shui Mia Dao, but Gengkiskan doesn't seems to care about it. He walks toward the direction of the bandit lair silently, his eyes filled with darkness so ominous that there seems to be no bottom to it.

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