Bloodgravel

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Bloodgravel

Postby chook151 » Tue Jan 06, 2009 12:15 pm

Prologue: Once upon a time, in the land now known as arena-occult, A psychotic king ruled over the land. He burned his friends, hung his daughters, and ate his wife. He burned villages and drowned fellow kings and emperors, along with even more horrible things than was mentioned before. Eventually, the gods zeus and hades saw what a horrid creation that had been set upon the land. They struck him down,and made his flesh rot into a mutated abomination, his soul still trapped inside. They also did this to his followers, though not as gruesomely. They then trapped the dead beings into a crypt so far under the earth's surface It neared it's heart. They also made, leading from it, a gigantic and splendid labrynth( The idea they took from daedalus) And sealed It at the top of the sand. Around this time thanatos and nemesis had had a massive arguement with the two old gods, and when they heard of the king's torture , a black sinister idea slithered into their minds. They put a curse on the warriors and tomb. When four thousand years pass the day they cursed the tomb, The mutants will reawaken, to find they can mutate other humanoids too. They will also find numerous demons and warriors at their command, and shall wipe humanity off the face of the earth. The god hermes heard of this foul plot, and therefore made a prophecy that a demigod son of his, fifteen years old and at the time of the awakening, will be the only saviour to this deadly army. Ares knew also, but didn't tell the gods . when the curse started to take affect, a new war would break out. three thousand nine-hundred and eighty-five years later, a son of hermes was born. The mexican woman ,who wished for her lover to come back, named the baby garnos; for in her ancient family language that meant " Reunite." Now, at the present day, 3 march 2024-- our story begins..........


Chapter One,Off to the desert.

"Garnos! I've got your notebook!" Garnos quickly pushed the rest of his clothes into the bag, and started his way downstairs. He had been looking forward to this all holiday. He was going to the fabled Arena occult, or sands of secrets! He had seemingly remembered the name before, but didn't know where from when the lottery gave them a special offer to go there. " funny." garnos' mother had said one evening, " I don't remember entering in the lottery at all!" It was a One-person flight, so garnos's mother was helping him pack the last equipment into his luggage. "Is everything packed?" Garnos asked.
"What do you think? of course." His mother replied, "Well, time to go!" Garnos hurried upstairs, and lumbered downstairs with one bag.
He wasn't going to need much for this holiday. They heaved the bag into the car boot and drove off.

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Garnos had just gave his bag to the storageman, and was ready to board the airplane. He felt his pocket; His knife was still there. He hadn't told his mom he'd bring this, for she'd have tried to take it away from him. It was more of a morality booster to him, to know he had at least more defence than fists. Hurriedly, he hugged his mother. "Take care." She whispered in his ear. He then ran onto the airplane. Oh, If only he'd known what he had gotten into............

CHpter II: Unwanted guest.


eight hours had passed and Garnos was looking out at the blue sea. It sparkled and shined when he was near it, but from this height it simply looked like the jello cups he'd used to get when he was little. The man next to him was extremely annoying, since everytime garnos moved an inch, he would cough at him.
Garnos didn't get this at all. Eventually he'd had enough. "Can you stop it?" He growled at the man. The man's only response was to keep coughing faster, and faster. Garnos grunted, and decided to move. As he got up though, he could see almost.....no, everyone in the plane coughing!
Some were turning a pale orange; a strange,pasty colour that shouldn't , as garnos thought, be the colour of one's skin. "****.. you OK?" Garnos said quietly to a wheezing child.No response. He then headed towards the cockpit. All he could think of was What the **** is going on here!?, Is there a ******* epidemic on the plane!? I've got to ask the pilot... find out what all this **** is about.... He opened the door. No pilot! They were going to crash! and into what seemed like a massive sea of sand, too! "Whik!" Was the involuntary sound that escaped his mouth as he saw the starchy-yellow desert rushing up to meet them. Without thinking, he grabbed the controls. He had played a flight simulator as a kid, but a proper carrier plane? He grabbed the wheel, pushed a few familiar buttons, and pulled up. The plane started slowly, ever so slowly moving forward. It also became horizontal fully. But they were still going to crash... Garnos, who's arms felt like they'd been torn off, Simply feinted before they hit the ground. He didn't even notice the horrible stench that reached the cockpit. The plane sped into he ground. Only to b e crushed to beyond the void..........
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Postby Tediz » Wed Jan 07, 2009 1:05 am

Pretty cool man.
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