Prologue
War has ravished the universe, itself, in ways that could only be done by the likes of Omnipotent beings.From the Source that is the heart of all existence by beings that were once brothers, these formless deities of darkness and light fought over the all existence that is the Source. It was over this power that these brothers practically broke down the heavens. They took their struggle and blood shed to the mortal plane. Donnining the form of mortals in the world of the living One continuously fighting for absolute power; the other for absolute order.It was from that ideal that sparked the name of our orginization, The Order of Seven Swords and One Lord..
They rallied like minded mortals all across the universe to converged around them. These followers formed together to fight for their cause.Blood has been shed on both sides of battlefield as metal clashed and plasma fire was exchanged. Their constant struggle has lasted for countless generations. For most, death and war simply have became a way of life as these two Immortals continue to gathered forces of mortal beings around them from across the universe. As the multiple millennia had gone by, there had been no end in sight. Hope for a true end to the suffering had seemed like a child's dream. However, caught in a moment of weakness, the dark god's greatest general and overseer of his vast armada, known as the crow king, has been captured by Order's, but at the cost of a chosen mortal known as the Gatekeeper.
He. He. He….
Part 1: The Wolf, The Scorpion, And The Tarantula
Chapter 1: My Name Is Roku
Lightning struck nearby the mouth of a large cave. The flash of light startled the boy within. He woke abruptly. He rolled and scurried backwards in fear. The cold night air burned his lungs as he took in deep, frantic breaths. In the dark the only source of light were the eyes of this startled wolf -like child. They appeared to have a threatening golden glimmer before fading. He rubbed crust out of his eyes and said
“Stupid.Damn.Sky light. Wait that’s not right.Lightning.Ugh.”
Rain splattered down heavily in the forest. Laurel green clouds veiled the night sky. In the forest, most of the creatures were running for their dens and burrows. They had steered away from this cave for the past several nights. It was intimidating in size and covered with thick moss inside and out. There was no source of light from within.The mysterious youth frightened them.
These beasts might have been primitive, but they knew this scent well and the mad frustrated howl that accompanied it. Ferocious wolves ruled over these lands as deadly hunters. From within the depths of the cave, he sat alone in confusion and fear. The young lad couldn't remember who he was, or what he was doing there. All he knew was that his head hurt as if it had been cracked wide open. He was deathly cold. His torn, ivory clothing was soaked. Like any other lost scared child with a splitting headache, he had cried without end,barely able to breathe through the sobs, but that had been days ago.
He was tired of crying. He wanted the clarity of knowing who he is and where he comes from. He knelt down and moved his hands across the rocky floor searching for something. He stopped when he felt singed tree branches and logs. He half smiled and said
“There you are.” He grabbed one of the thicker branches and shaped it to his likings with his fingernails like knives. He rubbed the branch against the log until the smell of smoke and pine filled his nostrils. The boy quickly cupped his hands over the heat and blew on it slowly until it grew into a small flame. Light and warmth filled the small corner of the cave as it flickered, revealing the boys features in the dark.
His eyes, hazel were sunken in with dark circles. His shoulder length hair brunette, and messy. He wore weather worn ivory rags. His skin tone, a light brown tan. His ears were long, and thin. As he listened to the rain echo within the cave, he rubbed his empty stomach With heavy half closed eyes and thought might as well eat something. The nameless boy searched the cave’s cold walls for moss. After mere moments he had found patches where he had been scraping it off with his sharp nails. After gathering the spongy vegetation, he squinted as he sniffed it.
He groaned as he shut his eyes tightly. The boy crinkled his nose, and shoved the moss into his mouth and swallowed it as quickly as he could, hoping not to taste it for more than a second or two. He sat back down on the patchy stone. He doubled over as the moss started to make his gut hurt. He burped loudly nearly regurgitating the unsatisfying plants He tasted it again near the back of his throat. After he was sure he could keep it down, he picked up a rock and began to fiddle with it. He sighed, impatient for the red sun to rise. His vision at night was just as good as it was during the day. However, the thought exploring during the night was a bad idea. But most of all it was unsettling for him.
He knew there were other creatures. Creatures with night vision far bigger than he was. For the boy, something inside told him that alone, he wouldn't stand a chance. He was as frightened of them as they were of him. Walking during the day made him feel safer. He hoped that by exploring this lush green forest he would remember where he was. He knew it was a long shot, but he was optimistic about coming into contact with someone who knew him, or a place where he lived.
Going out would at least help clear his mind. The boy dropped the upper half of his body on the damp course ground and ruffled his hair in frustration. The cave walls trembled as he struck the ground with the back his fist. Droplets of water hit his face. He screamed out
“Who the hell am I!?” The boy stretched out his right index finger and jabbed his forehead with it. It didn’t matter that it worsened his headache. It was all he could do to keep from kicking and screaming or hurting himself. Again. He couldn’t remember a damn thing.He needed something to jog his memory. Then it hit him.His head throbbed. His eyes turned from a dark hazel to bright gold with black pupils. He stood, shaking. He couldn't control his breathing. The cave seemed to spin. He clutched his head and screamed as he fell. He rolled on the ground.He felt as though something was carving it’s way into his skull. Tears streamed down his face as he screamed himself hoarse. A feminine voiced pealed in the confines of his mind. The mental intruder spoke with amusement.
Poor boy, I’ve been watching you for some time. Do you really want to know who you are? boy? Roku continued to scream from the pain of the intrusive voice in his head. She said Well then. I’ll take that as a yes. Now. Let us show you. Fragmented memories surfaced.
His vision blurred from shock. He felt like a stranger looking through someone else's eyes, experiencing all that he or she was. No longer could he smell the natural scents of river water, moss and dirt. He was overcome by the smell of chemicals.that burned his nose He opened his eyes At first, he could only see blurred images.
When his vision cleared, he found himself in an ivory colored room. The walls pulsed with an iridescent glow. The walls were as smooth as water -washed stone. In one corner, there were blocks of different sizes and colors. There was a wooden sword laying across a few of the blocks. It seemed familiar to him, but he didn’t know why. Asoft cry came from the other side of the room.
As he turned, his eyes widened. Mascara ran in a black stream down the face of a crying woman who shook violently as she cried out in terror and ran towards him away from a fast approaching fire. He wanted to help her, but he was a child. What could he do? He stumbled on one of the blocks as he walked toward her. Her head snapped up and her eyes flashed with fear. He flinched when she tried to speak. In a cracked voice, she pleaded:
“ROKU! YOU MUST RUN! O-LIN CAN’T HAVE YOU, I WON'T LET THEM KILL MY BABY BOY...RUN!” He didn’t think twice as he ran away from the scared woman. His mouth uttered the words,
“Mommy, come on!” He was confused, but scared for his life. The urge to turn around and run back to her tormented him. A scream of terror hurt his ears, interrupting his train of thought. His heart skipped a beat. His feet continued to carry him to the end of the white stone hallway. As he turned to go down the spiral stones steps, he heard a thunderous explosion.
“Mommy!”
Something struck the back of his head. He thought he heard his skullcrack. The force threw the boy off his feet and out a nearby window. He looked down to see the fierce waves of the river below. Before he passed out, he heard:
“ROKU!”
He snapped back to reality. His head felt like it was on fire. He was sprawled on the ground with drool crusted on the right side of his face. Sun light stung his eyes. The boy jerked straight up and felt the back of his head.He panted, wondering what he had just experienced. Finally catching his bearings he
How long was I out? A cool morning breeze flowed around him.He remembered one thing.
“My name... is Roku?” He stopped thinking as a vein in his temple throbbed causing a second wave of pain to wash over him. His cry of pain echoed across the walls. Birds of all shapes and colors in the nearby trees took flight. The cry stretched on for miles. In the distance, in a far off tree, two sets of blood red glowing eyes peered into the dark. A flock of enormous blue and yellow striped birds flew by One set of glowing orbs looked up as they approached, unaware of the predator in the branches of the old tree.
With incredible speed a massive clawed arm grabbed one of the flying creatures The bird struggled and screeched in terror as it was dragged into the tree. The rest of the flock scattered from the oak. The bird's flailing shook leaves to the ground. The predator silenced it with its teeth. Bones snapped as feathers and blood stained the grass. A haunting voice asked,
“Are you done?” A man dropped from the tree, covered by shadow appearing as a large beast like silhouette. He vigorously licked the slain bird's blood from his fingers while staring at the blood stain on the grass. He soon shrank down to a smaller form and said in a bored tone,
“Yes. Brother”
“Are you ready for the real hunt?” The man tilted his head up. Half turning, he looked over his shoulder towards the red eyes that leered at him. Moonlight broke through the clouds and shone on half of his blood smeared,brown skinned face. The side of his face that was revealed by the light had shown a single hazel eye. His left eye that was still covered by the darkness of the night glowed bright red. The man said with a satanic grin and an elated deep voice.
“YES. Brother”
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