Name: Bastion Age: 18 Gender: Male Physical Appearance: Slender, fast, strong for his size. Jagged scar across face.
"How can I stop it?" Sam replied. "You will need to find others with similar abilities to yours." the man answered. "Well what's my power than?" Sam asked curiously. "You already know." The man said. Sam thought about all the events that had happened today. He relized that he had the power to stop time and erase other programs. "Your quite right." The man had said, as if Reading Sam's mind. "Go and find the others. You should proubably start with Bastion because he lives in this very city. Oh yes, and watch out for Programers. They will stop at nothing to destroy you and the programes with there abilities. They are lead by a devious man named Matthew Churchhill." Explained the man. "How will I be able to reconize these Programers?" Questioned Sam. "You won't," Answered the man," You can't trust anyone.Sam asked, " Well how will I find this Bastion?" The man replied,"Just trust your gut." And with that the man was gone. Sam walked away wondering what to believe when he heard someone yelling for help. It was a tall kid with black hair. He was running from some police officers. But, he was running WAY too fast. Sam knew this had to be Bastion.
I like that it's very good and there's only a few errors. Now it's time for chapter two of my story. Chapter Two: I can't believe how different I feel after that! Everything seems to be talking, and it's hard to keep track of what is being said. When we were in the cave still walking to the place where we needed to be I could hear our dads whispering to each other, I could only hear parts and those were confusing enough. "Has there ever been so many?" "What about the prophecy?" "All of the Blessed know the prophecy." My head was buzzing with questions the entire walk. "Has what ever happened before?" "What is going to happen to us?" But suddenly there was a huge main chamber that felt like there was a special flow of energy going through it, like the world was perfect and nobody had any problems. The people in the chamber were even more interesting than the energetic flow. One was huge, I think if there were two people my height stacked up beside him those two would still be shorter than him, and despite his immense bulk he seemed to blend into the background. I think I remember his name being Vulcaln. Then there was a women named Kythrie who was so short Vulcaln could extend his arm and still not touch her head. She seemed extremely agile and fluid. There was another woman named Deseray, who was about my height, but the strange thing about her was that she seemed to glow. The person that stood out the most seemed the most ordinary, but I could tell that if you wanted to succeed with the ceremony you shouldn't make him mad. He started talking after we met the others, "Good evening to you all, I hope you had a safe journey here. We are The Council of The Blessed. Our job is to Bless children your age, and when you are blessed we choose what your blessing is, but it is up to you to find out what it is. Once you figure it out we assign you a trainer that has the same blessing if one is available. I can tell the three of you that one of you will have a blessing no one has been given before." It seemed that he was looking at me when he said that part, I wonder if I'm that person. What he said after that was even more mysterious, "My name is Pesadian, I am the leader of the council. Once you are blessed you can't change back, that is why you must be proven worthy. The test is the journey here, and since all of you are here all of you are worthy. Please step into the center of the room." in the center the energetic flow seemed even stronger. The Council of the Blessed walked up to Marodo and started chanting, when they were done he fainted and his dad wasn't concerned as if that was normal. I looked at my dad and he nodded to reassure me, that helped a lot, know that they aren't trying to hurt us and it's part of the process. The Council walked up to me and started chanting again which caused the flow of energy to go into me, making me stronger then weaker, weak enough for me to also faint. I don't know if that happened to Theresa but I'm guessing it did. I woke up still in the center of the room but the flow of energy seemed weaker, as if the three of us took some of it. Pesadian walked over to me and asked if I was fine now, I said I was then asked why I fainted. He replied, "The energy you feel in this room is all of the past Blessed, it is from them that we get the energy required to Bless a person, and each Blessing has a different type of energy. We call that type of energy into the person with the chanting, and depending on the type of energy each chant is different. The sudden rush of extra energy is enough to make your body shut down, and most of the energy leaves but the part that stays is what gives you your blessing." I thanked him and went to see my parents, already I had began to notice that every was talking, it was just barely perceptible but if I focused I could understand some of the words. After talking to my parents everyone was ready to go to sleep, and now I have to go to sleep so I'm not tired on the journey back.
I'm trying to keep it mysterious. My sister gets special sneak peeks at what I'm writing though... Good thing she doesn't play.
Ok here's my second chapter... Going to start working on the action scenes now :lol: Chapter Two With a soft “whoosh” Velene appeared right outside the “throne room” of her master Lord Rioquan. The two guards standing at the door looked her over, the buzz of their magical inspection making her head spin. “All clear”, one of them said coldly, and with a barely audible “creeeek” the doors opened inward, allowing her into the small undecorated room that served as the HQ of the entire building. The girl walked in, her footsteps, usually unnaturally soft echoing loudly through the place. She wanted her presence known to the one sitting regally in front of her. The dark cement walls and plain wooden floor could not disguise the aura of power that surrounded the man on the throne. For it was he who had kept the crumbling population of the Re’iot intact when the disaster struck and though he was but a simple lord, he commanded power and magic unrivaled by even the strongest of the Shnedae leaders. “Wow,” commented Velene with her usual smirk plastered on her face “I would have thought you would have dressed up the room a little what with the visiting royalty and all.” Lord Rioquan glared down at the little figure standing before him, his thick black hair and beard making his appearance even more frightening. Velene however wasn’t fooled. They had been good friends for a while, and he was practically a father to her. She returned the death stare. A giggle interrupted their staring contest. They both looked in surprise to see the princess of the Re’iot standing in front of the door leading outwards to the rest of the underground hideout, her green eyes somehow glowing in the dim light. “Princess,” Velene sighed in relief, “you’re safe.” She giggled again, “Yes and thanks to your lovely distraction my beautiful book is safe too!” Velene gave her a stiff smile, turned around, and began to report to Rioquan. “Milord, things go better for the Shnedaes than we originally thought. They were able to throw over 20 soldiers dressed in that accursed metal of theirs, and that was just for me, a distraction! What I found even stranger was the fact that they sent that hafling Kain after me! I doubt they just wanted to get rid of him, he’s too valuable to lose at this point.” The man watched her as she continued to report, her silver eyes flashing frantically as she continued to tell of the strength of their enemies. “Well I’m glad I didn’t tell you before the mission then, you would have thrown a fit. We recently got a message from the Shnedae general. You know him.” “The one who’s son I killed by accident?” “Yes that one. Anyway, the Shnedaes said that they would stop their attempts at kidnapping the princess.” “For a price?” “STOP INTERRUPTING. Yes of course for a price.” “What was it?” “For some unfathomable reason they changed their minds. They no longer wish to ehem convert the princess, they wanted you instead.”