Lore/Story Famp 2 Seasonal Story: Day Of The Undead

Extremely Short Seasonal Story! Sorry it was a bit late!

Day of the UnDead

The new Detlas Suburbs were built a couple months before November (yes, November), and many families had settled in. Beck finished loading one more crate of belongings in to his family’s new house as he heard a carriage stop at the door. He stepped outside, but nothing seemed to have changed, the wind still breezing, pumpkins set out for the events to come days later. Beck shrugged pulled the door shut, and went back inside. He organized all the crates, and had moved all the furniture, and was dead tired. Beck collapsed on the bed fast asleep.

He was knelt in front of a throne glittering with diamonds, gold, and emeralds. There was a hooded figure, surrounded by a gray mist, black sword in hand. "Stand up, Beck.” The figure said. Beck stood up, unable to control his actions. "You can try to control your destiny, but you will never succeed.” In the dream Beck had no response. "Join us, learn the ways of the fighter, and become strong.”The figure put his hand on Beck's shoulder. "That is exactly what I will do sir." Beck replied. "Very well, remember that!" Beck rubbed his eyes as he woke, on his soft bed. “Gee what happened?” Beck rose from his bed and looked outside the window, a windy day. He pulled on his brown cloak and his hat and suddenly he remembered. “Day of the Dead!” It was the day he treasured most, for various reasons, Beck brought out his food from some boxes and laid them out, as an offering to the gods. In all the rush he noticed an opaque black cloak and some other things laying one his table, clean and elegant. The clothes seemed to be very expensive and Beck, originally from a poor family, had never seen such thing.

He walked the streets of the suburbs in his new clothes when he realized, there were two knives hanging at his new belt, and a small pole looking thing. He gasped, no ordinary citizens were supposed to have weaponry on them! The new law was passed on by the Neo-Government had passed the law to state their control over the lands after the Four Corner Treaty ended. Darn, those Neo-Government bastards! Ever since the Provincial War ended corrupt government agents had infiltrated every corner of the big cities. Beck had been careful not to run into any soldiers on the way home and he slammed and latched the door behind them. Sighing in relief Beck sat down on the floor, and his eyes met with an unusually large raven. Beck scrambled for a knife but the raven spread its wings and shape-shifted into a taller man, dressed the same as Beck. “Hello, Newbie, how is it going for your first hour?” Beck sputtered searching for the words he wanted to say. “Yes, you joined of you own will, do not worry, you may seem surprised and such but that is what you true soul has told us. Now come with me.” Black shadowy feathers circled the area and Beck felt the floor slide out from under him.

I stood in line with all the other New Recruits, Wave One is what they called us. There were about 120 of us here, cloaked, armed with the weapon our so called soul, picked for us. I shivered and trembled at the sight at the massive cavern. Even I, from the mines, had never seen such large underground places.

Beck was what I was once called; I am now Ryen of the First Half. They have destroyed my emotional ties to the human world, erased my wife’s memories of me and sent her and my new born son to Selchar. I am now the clod emotionless person I always feared to be, but now, I feel no fear. After the three years of my life with these demons, I am one of them, their kin, and their brother. They named us the Dark Arm, the rebels of the Province of Wynn, hated by all.

Ryen drew his knives and placed them at the official’s throat, and knocked the official unconscious. Then he dragged the limp but still alive man and threw him off the cliffs of the Great Border Mountains. It was time to storm the city of Detlas.

Ryen was the newest elected leader of their organization; he was a natural born fighter, created to lead. That day, the Raven man tore off his small metal ring with a dark black wing jewel on it placed it in Ryen hands. “This grants you the super natural power of the leader. I can no longer fight, continue to rip apart the government that tries to rule us, kill us, and cause far over the citizens of Wynn. The Raven Man was never to be seen after that. The moment Ryen’s elite troops and thousands of other peasants, farmers, workers, and citizens stormed the center of all Wynn, Detlas.

My own group of six stormed into the Great Hall, using magic to set the damn place on fire. I saw a dark man holding a sword, pointed at my chest. Enraged I use my magic to push him away, causing collateral damage to the whole Hall. My comrades had long left to tend to other battles and it seemed to be just the two of us. The dark armored man, and me. My knives were molded into a beautiful pitch black blade, with purple electricity flashing in my eyes. I could not see the past any more, only the present and the future, my eyes flashing darker, energy pulsing from my heart and staining my teeth. The man was also dressed in white and orange robes, symbolizing the sun monks who practice sacred magic to fight against corrupted souls surrounding the areas near Mt. Wynn and the Almuj Desert. “Hello sir, I am the Head priest, I am to put you down to your final rest, yes?” I sneered; this man must be an idiot! I quickly slashed towards his right, only for him to parry and counter attack. I raised my knee and the sword slashed straight into my thigh. I felt no pain, only victory, and my enemy groaned. “Spirit Link? How pathetic, yes?” I dropped the link and drove his sword straight at the face of the man, and the two dueled. I called upon the power of the black ring and wings ripped out of my back and my hands talons, my mouth turned to into a beak; I had turned in the bird of night. “Banish!” Two shackles bound my feet to nothing, and I fell into a void, pitch black, like my robes.

“Mr. Arc this is?” A cold voice said. “Don’t call me that Arik; I think it’s our old leader?” Ryen opened his eyes. “Did we win?” Arc nodded, “Yes but we are not yet the leaders, a new government was put in to replace. Welcome to the Day of the Dead ceremony too, sir. I mean Araion sir” Ryen nodded, his ring gleamed in the light, a dark book in hand. “If that is what they call me let it be. It has been thirteen years, but my research is still not been completed?” Arc placed a newspaper into Araion/ Ryen’s hands. “Your son, is interestingly powerful, you know that, if you don’t, that’s not a problem we know all about you.” Araion/ Ryen looked at the book in his hands title “Book of the Void, Demons” He nodded and looked up at Arc, “My son?” Araion/ Ryen flipped open the book and smiled, “You mean Aaron?”


Author’s Note: Thanks for reading! There were a couple spoilers to the original story but it really isn’t that relevant to the storyline! Look out for the full posting of up to (Hopefully) Chapter 8!

@OrientGamer @Toxicdrule @Rick Snot

 

Awesome! Gr8 job m8!

 

Good job! I can see your writing skills have improved since your last post on the Forums :D

 

Yeah at my school this years English class is focused on writing, so I guess that rubbed off on me