Hi <33
Here's a new story I made, titled The Last Hope!
It's about the story of a young 15-year-old boy, Daylin Hunter, the last human on the face of the New World, Arcoianx. I won't say too much, I'm afraid of spoiling it <33
I hope you enjoy this adventure,
vixx
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ACROSS THE CLEAR turquoise sky, an eagle swooped and called out to no one in particular, presumably to itself, as it was a lone being. Below the winds of the welkin, where cold fires burned, a small cave could be made out just under an overhanging cliff protruding from the edge of a great mountain. Lava pooled in puddles at the entrance, along with death charms that could easily be mistaken as simple protective ones.
Within the cave, a man in a light shawl bent over a beige-colored desk. His eyes glittered with malice he'd carried inside his cold heart for many years–perhaps even for decades, or such. There was a thick book at his right-hand side and a work of scrawls on a sheet of parchment at his left-hand side. A bottle of ink and a quill rested before him, while a small, weak figure stayed huddled at the corner.
The man narrowed his eyes at the figure, who was a smoking charcoal-black dragon with a bone-white head. A mane of eternal fire flared around its jawbone and bony wings, which did not allow it to fly but did provide a shield of protection for the creature.
"Acramono," the man hissed. "Make yourself useful and breathe fire over the Cipher. I have waited too long for my vengeance. Hwn should have stayed silent..." He trailed off, his eyes narrowing till they were nothing more than slits. "This must be done."
The dragon's fiery tail twitched slightly but he obeyed, stretching his mouth open wide and breathing out flames at the wall. A short inscription unfurled on the stone in shades of amber and gold, its colors forever shifting. The man narrowed his eyes at the stone for a moment, growling.
"There is no time!" he roared, his eyes glinting dangerously. "I have to decode the Cipher to begin, but I cannot wait for my vengeance–"
Then suddenly, a gale swept over the trees outside, and the branches creaked. A cold wind rushed into the cave, infuriating the man.
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"Why does no one ever let me speak! Even alone in a cave for gods' sake," he yelled to the wall furiously. His jaw was clenched, his forehead wrinkled in frustration.
"As I was saying,'' he said, harshly trying to calm down and looking back at the Cipher, "my revenge must arise soon. I can wait no longer. We have tried to satisfy my vengeance with another... lesser force.. We must solve the meaning of the Cipher!"
The Cipher, which went by the name Ambicyrt, was something forgotten in the length of time. It was something like a riddle, in another language unknown to everyone: when solved, it could make the greatest desire of the one who had solved it real. The man had discovered it while searching for something to feed his vengeance's hunger with, and he was intent on trying to decipher it.
Seven runes, each with one symbol on it, made up the Cipher. The man suspected that the fifth rune, called Tunioh, represented a dead lion. He'd seen that symbol before. He knew he had.
"Won't you burn down those forsaken trees, Acramono?" he growled at the dragon as a whole tree snapped and tumbled down to roll in front of the entrance to the cavern. He only intended to say that Acramono should reinforce the charms that prevented him from being distracted, but his dragon took it quite seriously. Acramono was shaking his head, flinging out his wings, to prepare for some deadly flame-throwing.
As Acramono walked outside to obey his master's orders, he stopped at the entrance. He turned his head back to his master questioningly, as if something was bothering him.
"You heard what I said!" he said, slamming a fist on the table. It creaked beneath his weight as he stood and walked over to his dragon. Even so, his voice quivered. Nothing frightened Acramono easily. Not even when they had been fighting some witless ogre with five pounds of molten lava bubbling in his mouth, Acramono hadn't flinched. But when he followed his dragon's gaze, he was what he'd been so anxious about.
A pool of iridescent silver had formed at the entrance to the cave, marks blue and violet flashing all along the side of it. It was like a whirlwind, lightning crackling from within. A blurry figure glowed from within the tunnel, stumbling as it approached. The man drew a sword from a leather belt at his side, from which dangled many bottles of poisons and Death charms. The sword's blade flickered with black fire, a Cursed fire–any wound it impaired would eat away at whatever soul possessed the body.
The silver spread around the man and his dragon, blurring his surroundings. He roared furiously and struck at the Time Field surrounding him, but it only bent under the force of his sword. It did not break when he lifted up the blade; it only resiled back into its original form. The wind shifted, changing to a heavy gale, and the Field dissolved, showing the man that he was in a glade, the grass bent, scorched, and blackened with the ash of many fires. Blood stained the ground, covering it with a glistening, bright amber.
Then a weak, misshapen figure collapsed onto the ground, trembling, an air of strong Time magic wafting around it. The man's eyes widened, and he raised his sword.
This can't be...
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