Chapter 1-”Change”
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Kris: ELLLOOOOO, It’ssssss KRIS AND KELVIE TIMEEEEEEEEEEE
Kelvie: We promised a chapter a week... Prepare yourself Kris…*Shing*
Kris: ...uhhh… we… schoolwork… um, I discovered Re: Hamster?
Kelvie: *Laughs melancholy* I am so sorry guys...
Kris: … oh… now I feel bad… k, no more ranting… man the next chap’s pretty dark… HERES THE CHAPPPPP ENJOY IT MOODA FOOKAAASSSSSSSS
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To Aziere’s (Az) point of view (Warning: Not lighthearted... Very dark)
PS: Written by Kelvie... As expected+Pr'd by KRISSS
Inside of a desolate wasteland, brown dirt blows in the wind. The sounds of the injured and dying are numerous and is like a roar in the ears of the survivors. The ground is stained with crimson blood, running thick and is over anything and everything. A child is currently fighting the hundreds of enemies.
That person is of course Aziere.
Aziere is throwing deadly needles with enough neurotoxin to contaminate 30 gallons of blood. His golden eyes dart across the battlefield with a savage look on his face. He dodges a sword swing to the right and crushes the assailant's neck. But grimaces in pain a mace bludgeons his left foot while a sickening crack echoes through the field.
He soons find himself surrounded, as he madly looks for escape. He roars out with a ghastly howl of desperation and starts mowing down the helpless soldiers. When he notices he has run out of mana to create anymore needles, he starts picking up the fallen’s weapons and fighting with them. He picks up a halberd and impales 2 people with it, before grabbing a sword out of the hands of a person who was about to slash at his neck. He smashes the hilt of the sword into another 5 people before grabbing a kusarigama out of mid air and killing the rest of the people around him.
*Puch*
“Huh?” Aziere feels a prick on his back and his eyes widen, that is soon followed by over a dozen arrows biting deeply into his back. Aziere slowly turns around and sees that his previous “comrades” have their weapons pointing at him. 3 javelin finds it’s way into his shoulder, chest, and stomach and he falls into a ditch.
“Why... Are you doing this?” Aziere coughs out some black blood and grimaces in pain. “I was a loyal member of the Pro-Spirit faction... So why?”
The seemingly commander of the troops look at him with a look of disgust.
“It doesn’t matter where you are... Boy... A half breed should just die.” The commander spits on the ground next to him and walks away.
Aziere’s previously raven-colored hair with green tips have been caked in blood and mud. He recollects the past 3 years. Waking up in an unknown place, with no memories except for those 2… facing discrimination… him joining the Pro-Spirit faction because of the discrimination of the fairy race. Quickly rising the ranks and becoming the tactician of the army.
“Why are they doing this,” He muses to himself “the Pro-Spirit faction have been discriminated against almost as much as me... But when they are right about to gain freedom... They cast me away” he gives an almost mirthful smile and laughs before coughing a little bit.
When he looks up to the sky, the world above seems a little blurry...
“Huh? What is this?” He reaches up to his face and feel something warm is flowing out of his eyes.
“Are these tears?” He thought, “Oh, it’s just blood”. His childish face, in which most people his age were full of happiness held nothing but coldness and disdain.
He continue to lie there and see that it had started snowing. He lifted an arm up to the sky and clenches it into a fist.
“What a fitting end for me... Aziere, the poisonous reaper... Tactician of the Pro-Spirit faction...” He thought outloud
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“I’ve been called many things, a murderer, a traitor, a demon...” His voice was slowly getting louder.
“”But I am only one thing... Me. If I am going to die, I will die without relying on anything but my own two feet and what's rightfully mine.” He was almost yelling now.
With the strength and willpower of a thousand men he forces himself up, muscles screaming, and falls unconscious on his feet…
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Kelvie: Phew! Finally finished that awesome chap, gonna go sleep for a while!
“*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM*
Kris:"Nope! Too shortttt! I'll take over!
As Az-...
Kris: Lol get it?
Kelvie: Shut it this is the serious part. Dammit, no trolls, I’m friggin sleepy.
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As Az was going to use the last of his power to create a huge explosion that would destroy everything within 1 km radius around him, a strange power forced him unconscious.
A short old man appeared seemingly from the sky, smashing into the ground in front of Az with a fearsome… SPEAR… with a… PINE CONE TIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
“Oh shit! It’s Martial Expert Pine! He’s at the Peak of the Martial Expert Level! RETR-… RUN NOW WE STAND NO CHANCE! WE’RE GONNA DI-” Before the commander could even say anymore Old Man Pine seemingly appeared right before his eyes.
Then Old Man Pine’s spear was knocked right into his heart. And as the commander’s eyes started to widen, he would wonder why he could see his own body with a hole through the upper left area of his torso, and how come it was headless. Then he would also wonder why everything was spinning. Before 2 breaths of time had passed, the commander of the Pro-Spirit faction, at the Peak of the Gold Rank in martial cultivation, had perished.
The battle after couldn’t be said to be a battle. It was a one sided massacre! With a swipe of his pinecone stick, Old Man Pine’s adversaries would be felled by the dozen. As some secret reporters on the sidelines watched, they would tell the aweing scene of destruction to their son’s sons and sons grandsons after that. It was like watching the release of a mad killing god that didn’t stop. As soldiers started to lose morale, they looked up at the sky, thinking, Why? They had just wanted freedom from discrimination, to free their fellow races… so why? But some others realized their mistakes. Some men acknowledged how wrong they had been. They looked at the unconscious Az, and saw a boy, sleeping. Just like any other normal boy should. He should have been spared from this side of the world. But he was part enemy, part of their fellow discriminated fairy race. They rejected him, and there was no place for him to truly call home now.
So the rest of the men stopped fighting, and waited for the execution. They knew they had wronged by injuring not an enemy, or disgusting mix of breeds, but a friend they had cast aside. And as some light shone from the originally dark clouds above, Old Man Pine spared those that had retained the humanity left in them. So, he who had been massacring them just a second ago, reached out a hand to those that kneeled.
After this battle, the Pro-Spirit faction was disbanded. Az seemingly disappeared, nobody would see him again… yet, Dead or Alive. And Old Man Pine led the force that would replace the Pro-Spirit faction. A faction that would accept all races, halfies, without discrimination… the Bread Basket.
Kelvie: “...”
Kris: “Shaddup, my naming sense is amazing.”
Fin.
Lol, sorry for being so late tho, c-ya guys (maybe) nxt week!
Kelvie: " You FUCKERRRRR THE WRITING WAS SO GOOD FOR ONCE I KNEW THERE WAS A CATCHHH!!!
TAKE THISSS" :punchp1: :punch:
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