S1-C3
The ‘Judgment Bringer’
((???)’s Perspective)
“But as soon as I start aiming the Lightning Bolt at the tree…”
Day 4 ATE
(???)’s Perspective
“What do you think you’re doing with that?”
Royce Timmon
“...”
I halt the swing in my tracks, knowing that what’s about to happen will be… brutal, to say the least.
“Give me that,” Royce says, aiming to grab my lightning bolt.
I stay silent as I move my hand away from Royce. I then almost stabbed him in the chest by accident, but the guy still somehow got shocked and fell off into the endless abyss.
“Good riddance,” I say out loud.
Main Character’s Perspective
I hear some words echoing from the island that Royce went to. Good dick-ance, I believed he said?
Anyway, me being who I am, I casually walk on air to the island to see a cut down tree and a guy with a spark of murder in his eye holding a lightning bolt. I honestly didn’t give a fuck anymore, since I knew this fantasy-type vibe would, more often than not, occur. The question is, where’s Royce?
I see the stranger, but since I will know their name as soon as they say something, I climb ‘invisible’ stairs past him up to where the now-cut-down tree would be, and I sit there. I wait for him to speak, and it’s taking him forever, so I ask…
“What did you do with Royce?”
“...”
“What happened to him?”
All of a sudden, I see a bird swooping in from the distance. Wait a second, is that-
“Royce?”
“That guy… tried to kill me..” Royce said, making a nice landing (but an exhausted one).
I, now pissed off, made a stone sword from rubble (again). My eyes looked like I was entering an arena. I walk up to him, and he ends up backing up to and tripping on the cut down tree. When he fell, I put the tip of the sword to his neck, and I said…
“Hand it over.”
“...”
“So you’re still not gonna talk, right?”
“...”
“Hmph. You’re brave, you know that?”
“...”
“Hand the lightning bolt over.”
“No.”
Leonard Cole
(Narrator’s Perspective) “This guy gets angry pretty easily, laughs pretty easily, and pretty much is a soft egg when it comes to emotions. He is easily controllable mentally, but sometimes it actually works out for him (rarely). He is very firm on his word, however. If he says something, expect him not to change his mind about it. He is eager to take in information, but also ready to ask a lot of questions about it. He will compare people's thoughts about a thing to his thoughts about that thing, and determine the median, and perfect his thoughts even more. This guy is without a doubt the third smartest person in the land. This guy also has lightning powers, making him very strong, and this guy has a high battle IQ, easily detecting a person’s fighting style while also using it to perfect his own. All and all, he’s a well rounded threat… The Judgment Bringer.”
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“Listen, Leon-”
“How do you know my name?” He responds with a kinda-low voice.
“Because one of the people here told me.”
“Whatever… can you at least let me get up?”
“If I did, you’d just attack me with the lightning bolt. Speaking of which, give it.”
“It’s my gift, so I’ll pass.”
“No one gives a crap if it’s your gift or not. Besides, we can’t trust you.”
“We can’t trust anyone,” Leon says, following up with what I said immediately.
“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you either way,” I reply. “So you might as well give it to me.”
Leon would put up his half-burnt hoodie, then disappear. Next thing I know, he pulls up behind me and attempts to stab me in the chest. The nerves of that guy. I barely dodge it, but now I’m thinking of the reasons I should waste my time on this guy. Well, I’m definitely pissed after what Royce told me, and this guy is giving up those emo vibes, which is… uncomfortable, to say the least. And trust me, you’d understand if your customs were as uncivilized as my 14 year old brain, so I guess it’s time to fight.
I aim for his stomach trying to cut it open, but he backs out like he was fouling for a basketball game. He then hurled the lightning ball at me, but I dodged it. I saw an electrical current and I kinda felt it, but I’m fine. I touched where it hit and looked at my hand… there was blood. It pierced my side. I am now consumed with rage, and now even the sky looks dark and bloody.
I’m moving so fast now, not even the flash could predict my next move. I am seeing Leon in fourty different angles in a second. As soon as I move my sword, however, it looks like there are a hundred swords attacking you at the same time.
I cut pretty much the exact same area he cut me, except it was a deeper cut than mine. I now ‘grab’ the lightning bolt with my mind, and walk back to my island while trying to find a way to patch the wound. Then I remembered about the gift on the other island, but before I confuse everyone of which island’s which, let me specify something.
Number one: The leader’s powers determine the clan name (the names haven’t been discussed yet)
Number two: the islands are in order based on the order the gifts are sent in
Number three: this one’s kinda obvious, but the person who has powers on that island is the leader of that island
Anyway, moving on. I see my dad flying (pretty much) in the distance, and then I realize what (technically who) the second ring was for. It was for him. I go to meet him, and before he says even a word, he sees my cut and the bloody sword in my hand.
“Depression really got to you, huh,” Jack said.
“Are you se- it was a fight,” I replied.
“Hey, well I didn’t know.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, at least you’re not bleeding bleeding.”
“Well, I think of it as a taste of death.”
“That’s one way to think of it.”
“Another way to think of it is a taste for what’s coming,” Leonard interrupts, with a bit of a higher pitch than last time.
I realized that his wound was fully recovered already, and it’s only been 29 minutes.
“What the hell- how’d you do that?” I ask.
“There’s a tree that has this fruit,” He replies. “It looks blue. If you eat it, all your injuries, no matter how bad, get fully restored. So does your stamina. Everything gets fixed.”
I go to the island that has the fruit (I7).
“Is there a seed inside the fruit?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“Seven.”
I wonder why it’s seven as I pluck the fruit from the tree, and slowly take a bite. Instantly, I feel better, and as soon as I reach my hand towards the wound, it’s already healed fully. Wow, this thing is strong. We really got to name this thing.
“What should we name the fruit?” I ask.
“Heberry, because the berry heals you,” Leon responds.
“That kind of makes sense,” I say. “But that doesn’t change our fight.”
“...”
“Ugh, be like that.”
“...”
“Anyway, I’m gonna go back to my island (I2),” I say as I walk towards my island and I go to rest, but then I realized something. I can save Hawk. I run as fast as I can on air to where he is, and I check to see if he is still alive. His heart is beating as slow as possible. I force some of the berry into his mouth and…
“Woah,” Hawkins says, confused on how he’s alive.
“YOU’REALIVEYOU’REALIVEYOU’REALIVEYOU’REALIVEYOU’REALIVEYOU’REALIVEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHAHAH” I respond like I’m possessed.
“Goddamn, was it really that bad that you had no hope?”
“Yes.”
“Anyway, I’m thirsty. Well, I’m not thirsty, but I want water.”
“There’s some water down on Island 3.”
“Alright,” Hawkins would say as he made a magma bridge to the island.
“Oh my god, I keep forgetting about island four,” I think out loud as I ‘walk’ all the way there, but it was too late. Wait. Are those glasses? Why is a guy wearing glasses?
“Hey,” I say. “What are you doing with those?”
“I know… Everything… Too much… I… you die right here right now in a different timeline…”
“A what?”
To Be Continued...