My story.

aenora_arget · March 27th, 2007, 5:55 am

As yet it has no title but i am open to suggestions. I decided to put it here as it borrows things from eragon.

here it is:

It was a dark and lonely night; he stood on the corner of 3rd street looking back at his house …”NO!” he suddenly shouted. Not my house his house the house of the other me he thought. He walked silently, but briskly down to the end of the street; looked both ways and walked slowly but with a definite goal towards a building on the other side of the street. He didn’t stop. Instead as he got closer to the building he turned and took three carefully measured steps to the right, which to any innocent bystander would look as if he was just looking at a poster, but at the third step he stopped and looked around.
Appearing satisfied he nodded and broke into a run. He hit the wall unbelievably fast and just vanished. Although the man had thought that nobody had seen him one child was staring out of his window. He had been watching the stars and had been aroused by the mans actions, interested by the strange mans activity he had started to watch the man as he did whatever he was doing. Whether this was a fortunate or unfortunate circumstance we don’t know we can only puzzle over this matter. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Tim woke up with images of the strange man flashing before his eyes. He was sure he recognised him and most bizarrely of all the moment the man had hit the wall he was sure he had felt himself being pulled apart bit by bit, but the only sensation he could remember was a tingling. When the man had disappeared…This he was sure of he had at the exact second the man had disappeared felt as he was being put together bit by bit and had felt a huge surge of happiness. He vaguely remembered stumbling into bed suddenly tired as if he had been cycling up mountains since dawn. Tim finally snapped into alertness with a sudden shout from his mum “Breakfast” she shouted up the stairs.

“Coming”, he said, but obviously not loud enough because a second later the call came again this time instead of shouting back he got up and got quickly dressed and went to the top of the stairs and shouted “coming” again but this time instead of shouting his voice seemed to stop dead in his mouth then suddenly it erupted into noise shouting “coming” so loudly that even the dogs at the end of the road started barking. Tim cocked his head he could hear the dog barking as clearly as if it was standing at his feet. Dismissing it he just thought “that’s one loud dog I wouldn’t like to meet that in a dark alley”.
Slowly he walked downstairs when he got in the kitchen his mum was furious and shouted at him for shouting so loudly that he had probably disturbed Mrs Jenkins and her husband.
“Hrm if she keeps this up she will probably disturb Mrs Jenkins” he thought while his mother continued her shouting describing how stupid he is and how he knows Mrs Jenkins was ill lately and needs her recovery time to be peaceful.
Miss Jenkins was the old lady next door. She was getting on a bit and her husband was well, how to put it, past his best.

As he wandered out to collect the morning newspaper he spotted Mrs Jenkins and quickly sprinted round the wall grabbed her newspaper and ran at top speed towards Mrs Jenkins. About a meter before he collided with her he suddenly stopped and stood in front of her. He carefully handed her the paper and apologised for the noise this morning. As expected she hadn’t heard anything because she was partially deaf in one ear and completely deaf in the other.

The next couple of years passed without anything really interesting happening well, I say that, but on one or two occasions something did happen he dismissed it the same as he had done before. One incident happened when he was lost on a school expedition. He could have sworn that the trees told him where to go, but this he put down to stress. The other time happened when he couldn’t reach a pen he had dropped down he side of his bed. The pen seemed to levitate up into his grasp he just thought he had tried extra hard and managed to reach it.

He didn’t know it then, but he does now, he was one of the chosen. One of the legendary Wizardborn. One of the wardens that watch over the earth. They had protected it many millennia ago, but the system failed through the one factor that they could not have anticipated. One of their number, a man called Vanir, had over several years, plotted and planned against the Wizardborn and had funnelled his power into the purest gemstones he cold find. He borrowed them stole them, even mined them himself if he couldn’t get them any other way.

Over several years he had poured his power into the stones and had slowly moved down the ranks seeming to have started to lose his magic, as was common in Wizardborn as they got older, some losing it earlier than others, but little did the others know of his plotting. Over the years a few had stumbled across parts of his plans, but had dismissed it thinking “He wouldn’t, its impossible, he was chosen by the earth and the earth knows our minds better than we do as it is with us constantly.” After seven years of hoarding his power he had filled up all the gemstones he checked his gemstones one final time making sure they were totally full with his power and could hold no more. He went to bed and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

The next morning Vanir awoke feeling refreshed and full of power he put a sac on his back supported by two bits of rope it was a bag of his own invention its close to what we call a backpack today he located his gemstones and popped them into the bag there was so many they filled the bag to breaking point and marched outside into the courtyard to confront the master during his morning speech.

When it got to the vows instead of the traditional verse “I shall protect the earth and all those who walk it” he said “I shall protect myself and kill all those who oppose me” immediately all stopped midway through the verse and everyone in a metre radius took several steps away.
The master stood on top of his ceremonial platform in his robes of shining white and stared down coldly at Vanir “WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS” he said but it sounded as if he had shouted while standing in front of Vanir, even Vanir panicked for a second but then steeled himself and launched a fire ball at the master shouting “Die you old fool” the master seemed surprised for a second then threw up a shield with a slight smile the fire ball hit the shield and bounced off heading straight back at Vanir with increased velocity, to the masters surprise Vanir lent back the fireball flew about an inch above his chest suddenly Vanir stuck up his hand and caught the fire ball in his bare hand. Vanir straightened up and looked at the master and hurled the fireball back this time instead of deflecting the fire ball back, the master directed it into the ground at his feet. And started to summon a ball of lightning once the lightning had reached about 12 inches in diameter he released it towards Vanir as the ball of lightning flew towards Vanir fired lightning at the ball which only made it grow in size when the ball reached Vanir it was about a metre in diameter as the ball of lightning was about to collide with Vanir it dispersed around Vanir creating a shimmering orb of lightning that seemed alive. The lightning encircled the shield and reformed at the front of Vanir’s shield and started heading straight back towards the master, suddenly all the Wizardborn threw up shields in front of the master instead of hitting the shields and dissipating as expected the lightning hit the shields and maintained its momentum and shape as it blasted its way through each of the shields killing each man or woman that created each shield finally it reached the masters shield and collided with the shield, the masters shield merely collapsed and the ball of lightning smote the master on the chest killing him instantly, Vanir collapsed, he had used all the power in the stones and most of his power he had regenerated over the night and if even one more shield had been protecting the master he would have died from the sheer amount of energy needed to hold the ball in shape and keep its speed up and maintain a steady course.
Two minutes after collapsing had recovered slightly so he got up and walked through the halls to the aviary where he spread out his mind and took the life force from everyone of the thousand birds in the aviary he managed to fill up his power with only 100 birds and put all 900 into a diamond he sighed, he had hoped to get more power from the birds he had only replenished his own power and a tenth of the power that that particular diamond could store and he had a hundred better diamonds that could hold more power.
After a few minutes he got up went to the kitchens and got some loafs of bread and ate them as he formulated his next move.
After he finished he got up and went through the halls killing everyone he found.
He even killed the rats’ and other creatures that roamed the halls taking their life force and pouring it carefully into the crystals careful not to lose concentration and let any of the power slip away.

Many years came and went between the fall of the Wizardborn and the actions of the strange man on the corner of 3rd street, the mysterious lord Vanir Came to rule the world but eventually disappeared and was never seen again. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Hope you enjoyed it.

I am still working on it and will keep it updated.

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