Young Disharmony

[Spawn_real]

(sorry for all mistakes i will eventually make, but my skills in english are rather low. report those freely, i will be happy to improve in english a little... rate it, and i will know if i should continue the story, or stop and write soemthing else.)

          Every day the sun shines on the world and its beings. Every day we encounter a unsignificant miracle of life. It seems enough real to believe in it. Every being has some faith. We believe in \"Higher\" beings, which we call Gods. If something we do or encounter looks unbelivable, we call it a miracle, and we believe that its a proof of Gods existance.

        There is a small Krylos village in the caverns of Nerethia. Sometimes people call Krylos \"the angels and devils with stonelike skin\". Of course they say it as a joke about their wings. They believe in their Gods, they leave the power to them instead of claiming the Creation Force themselves. But today things shall change, so said the Great Urkillak the Wise One of Krylos...

    \".. NO! I should have foreseen that myself! I should have known that someday he will be born, and that there will be no other way as to accept him!\" said the dark character, sitting in darkness. It seems he isnt alone. As he paused for a breath and wanted to continue, next shade materialised and said quickly, in the same \"gray\" language as the earlier one:
\"Stop it. Better tell us, what are we supposed to do about him.\" and then quickly disappeared -
\"Well I have a little idea, how to put that living curse over someone else. Of course, someday he will find out his real path but now..\"he suddenly changed his voice into a powerfull, hard and such loud, that it could make the ceiling fall over the mann talking like that - \"*powerfull chant* neavrwiraaa... Uthea!.. SHADBAKKK!!\" as he was chanting, he wrote some strange symbols in the air. First they were invisible, but a moment after they started to glow unearthly, and even more as he chanted louder...


         ...and suddenly he stopped. Everything disappeared, as it would have never happened. There was a strange Krylos sitting on a small bed. He seemed young and terribly scared, prodably of the nightmare, or a vision he has just dreamt. He stood up, and arose his wings. Weak light of the candle revealed the truth: one of his things was feathery, even Angellike, and the second one was like bat\'s, and it looked devilish. His whole body had two colors, each one on its side - black and white. Then we could see his eyes - they were green, and looked as if they were burning. He went to his mother\'s room. The boy had no father. He woke her up...
-\"i had those bad dreams again\"
-\"well as recently... you cant sleep?\" she asked
-\"no! those dreams frighten me!\" the boy replied
-\"oh dear... what is wrong with you?...\"


         Time passed. Every night he dreamt that dream, and every day he stood alone looking at other Krylos kids playing together. His mother always asked them to invite her boy to the game, but they\'ve always looked at her terrified and then ran away. Her child always helped her as he could. Work made him strong, and he knew about it. It wasnt good nor bad. But his mother was very old, and she became ill. When she felt, that she hasnt got much time, she called her son and said
-\"Listen to me now. I dont have much time left, so you have to\" she took a deep breath and continued \" i want to give you a birth in the community. Our village\'s Wise One refused to do it when you were young, but now youre old enough to recieve your real name from your mother.\".
 Boy looked at her confused and asked
-\"I thought my name was Kerlij?\"
-\"well... it wasnt. It was a lie, because noone ever wanted to give you your childbirth name. now the childbirth name isnt needed anymore. now you need your real name, which will be your identification and a powerlock in your whole life.\"
-\"I understand..\" said the boy and then took a meaningfull look at his unnatural skin and wings
-\"let us begin. There is a silver blade hidden in the chimney. Bring it to me\"
The boy was back in no time. He passed the knive to his mother
-\"what now?\" he asked \"hey what are you doing???\" he asked confused when she cut her hand with the knife, and put its blade in her blood
-\"take the knife.\" she passed it to him\" now act as i did.\"
As he forced himself to cut his arm, she was saying
\"by all hearts of krylos, by all minds of our race, I, Laretha, grant you the name Midiv, which means The Double Cutting Edge...\" and then she died.

 He wasnt a little nameless Krylos anymore. He had his own treasure to protect and to take care of: his name. He was sitting whole day near his mother. He hadnt cried. At all he was happy. She recieved what she deserved. Those werent the thoughts of an evil, psyhopatic mind. He knew that death just IS, and at all its a reward for living the torture of life. He burried his mother and then went back to his now-own home.

       Crow. Flying through the sky, with no target, just for the pleasure of flight. Suddenly our crow became interested in something. A man travelling. He went inside a cave in the mountain...mountain of Krylos. \"Nothing interesting\" thought the crow prodably, and flew away.

      Sun arose again.

TBC

[Spawn_real]

As the traveller proceeded through the caves, he noticed marks on the walls. They\'ve looked like some ancient runes. He stopped for a moment, to study them closer. As he readed them, he saw them in his head. Every symbol changed his shape every second. The effect was, that he wasnt able to understand them. The only sentece, that formed after reading those runes was \"dont ever proceed forth\". But... he knew why he\'s here. He was looking for a certain Krylos. He couldnt fail the whole world by just running away, and leaving the world\'s disharmony alone in the darkness. So he went forth.

      Midiev was sitting on the stone, near his house. He just wanted to rest for a moment, to get his thoughts together. Today, Diabolos attacked his village again. He fought them as angerfull as he could. Many Krylos died today. \"There must be a way to put an end to this...\" he thought, then went on his mother\'s grave, to check if everything was in order. It wasnt. The gravestone was missing. Diabolos prodably stole it, but he didnt knew why the hell thay\'ve did it...

      \"Do you have the soulstone?\"
\"Yes master.\"
\"Good. Place it there.\"
\"As you wish.\"
\"Now get out. I have to examine it.\"
As the servant went out, the big Diabolo went stood up from his throne. He had many strange paintings on him. He wasnt a clanlord, he seemed like a shaman or some magic involing class. Gently touching the stone, he closed his eyes and spoke some strange words. The stone started to glow weak, and then the shaman opened his eyes and said in the silence: \"so the disharmony was born\".

      Traveller reached the Krylos village. There was not even a single quard on the entrance. He reached the main square, and sat down. He seemed motionless, but he was chanting a song of searching. He found only one source of unnatural energy. At first, the energy-wielding krylos seemed weak. But it was only a disguise created by his power itself. At all, it was a creation force. Traveller stood up, and began searching for that krylos. He asked around, but villagers werent too chatty, so he had to look for himself. He checked every house, excluding the one, that he hadnt noticed first. He knocked the door. Young Krylos opened the door, and the traveller said \"you must be Midiv.\". First, Krylos looked suprised, but then he changed his emotion and said
\"how do you knew my real name? and what do you want? and mainly - who are you?\"
\"i am Gravel. I know quite much about you, and i was sent to make you understand your existance.\"
\"how can i believe you?\"
\"you cant.\"
\"uh. come on in. youll have to explain much.\"

[Spawn_real]

\"who am i then? what is the purpose of my existance? why do i look like that?\" asked midiv. He really wanted to know the answers, or at last he looked likely.
\"you\'re a subrace, you\'re not a clear krylos. your father was a diabolo, that\'s why your mother didn\'t wanted to tell it to you. She wanted to protect your young mind. But you\'re not young anymore.\"
\"that explains my diabolo - like skin. My shape is krylos. But what about my eyes and second half on skin?\"
\"i think you shold know it yourself. your mother wasnt a clear krylos too. she had angelic blood, but she was able to hide it. you havent even noticed she had angelic wings, because she always walked completely dressed.\"
\"Blue, angellic eyes. Angelic wing, and half of the body. Diabolo wing and the second half of the body. What race i am then?\"
\"Think. When you grow older, youll have also a diabolo tail. So if you are the balance between \"good\" and \"evil\" race, embodied in krylos form, the youre a krylos of balance. First of your race. Tell me... when you touch a living being... full of anger... what happens?\"
\"i dont know. i havent even tried.\"
\"when youre full of compassion, and touch a person, what happens?\"
\"i dont know either... why do you ask?\"
\"you will find out in time. now you\'ve got much to learn. Take all your clothes and belongings. We are going to leave this place.\"
\"why? its my home!\"
\"no. it isnt. sell the house to the villagers, take all things youll need. we have to go. we need to go today...\"
\"give me at last one reason to go.\"
\"i thought you\'ll ask. Diabolos want to claim you for their cause.\"
\"why theyve stolen my mother\'s gravestone?\"
\"because the wanted a soulstone of an angel. now they know she had a son. they want you Midiv.\"
\"so maybe you\'re right GRavel. how could i know youre honest?\"
\"well it will be your first lesson. come here. touch my head. focus on the meaning of \"truth\" known by you.\"
\"wha.. what happens???\" Midiv\'s fingers started to glow weak...
\"focus!!!\" shouted Gravel
a moment after, midiv fell on his knees. he looked exhausted.
\"youre still weak. you need to practice.\"
\"you... werent lying... how do you know that i was able to do something like that?\"
\"because i understand your powers. now come, we have to get our thing and go, before diabolos attack again.\"
\"yes, youre right. just give me a moment to preare, and we will be on our way. but... where are we heading?\"
\"you dont know where it is. Forest of angry spirits awaits us.\"

[Spawn_real]

\"And so she died.\"
\"Well... indeed you\'re right. I know you wont tell me how do you know this, so i wont ask. You said i\'ve got much to learn. So what is it then?\"
\"You\'ve already learned that you\'re unnatural. But do you understand the purpose of your being?\"
\"err... uhm.... am not sure if the things i know already are the right purposes\"
\"It seems so. We needed to leave the village quickly, because some people know, that in the future you will be a threat to them. You\'re a disharmony, and i will try to explain it to you. Look - \"he took his knife and cut himself in his arm\" dont ask anything. Now touch my wound with one finger. It doesnt matter which one.\"
Midiv did as Gravel asked.
\"Do you remember last time? now think about the wound itself.\"
Amazed, Midiv noticed that the wound tarts to close very fast, and that all the blood that spilled itself, returs to the body.
\"Now take one flower from the ground, maybe this one\"
Midiv again did as he was asked to.
\"Think about dying, loosing life or other way of becoming dead.\"
Terrified, Midiv looked as the flower suddenly began to loose his beautyfull colours, then turned into dust.
\"This is the unharmony. You claim the ultimate strength in your hands, as no living being ever should.\"

[Wolfmane]

Hi Spawn_real

For a non-native english speaker your english is not bad at all! Your ability to tell a good story is even more impressive. It is a shame to see that no one has replied to your postings.

I have taken the liberty to take what you have written and to rewrite it into good english that do justice to the good story you are telling. As soon as i\'m done I will re-post my suggestions for language correction here.

After that we can maybe talk about how to continue this scenario if you are interested in doing so.

[Wolfmane]

Spawn_real please mail me if you have written anything else so that I can work it into the posting.

[Wolfmane]

Hi Spawn_real,

I managed to rewrite a part of the story. I\'ll post it here then you can have a look at it and tell me if you want me to continue in this fashion.

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Young Disharmony

We all walk under the same sun, every consecutive day. Each day a seemingly unsignificant miracle takes place somewhere under the sun, in somebody?s life. It is not that hard to believe, because each and everyone of us has some faith in something or other. We believe in ?higher beings?, mostly referred to as some or other God. When we encounter things that defy our understanding, we label it a miracle, tangible proof of the existence of a God or Gods.

In the mountain caverns of Nerethia nestles a small village. The inhabitants, Krylos, are a man-sized race with grey-green to steel-blue lizard-like skin. They have white drop-formed eyes, enabling them to see in the dark. A fan-like growth runs down the middle of their skulls lending them a peculiar fish-like appearance. Just below the shoulders they sport a set of skin-covered wings apparently the worse for wear. Yet, these wings perform excellently as a means of airborne transportation mainly due to the fact that Krylos have a very light, and frail, skeletal structure.

They are often half-jokingly referred to as ?angels (or devils, depending on the point of view) with skin like stone?, mainly due to their wings. For the Krylos though this is no laughing matter. They believe passionately in their Gods, and even though they possess almost divine powers of creation, they do not claim the power of the Force of Creation for themselves. This they leave in the hands of their Gods.

All that was, however, about to change?

The Great Urkillak, wisest of all the Seers of the Krylos and well versed in the ways of prophesy, knew that the time of the Great Prophecy?s fulfilment had drawn nigh. Addressing himself rather than the other members of the Krylos Council of Elders he muttered.

?Curses! I should have foreseen that the time would come so soon, in my own lifetime. We are not prepared well enough, we will simply have to accept his existence and presence in our midst.?

He paused for a breath but before he could continue a vague shape materialized from within the shadows and blurted.

?Stop that mumbling to yourself Urkillak, rather tell us what are we supposed to do about him. You are Master of the Book of Prophecy, now advise the Council on how to act!\"

He vanished back into the shadows as quickly as he had appeared.

\"Well,? replied Urkillak, ?I know only of one solution that will buy us some time. If we successfully place a curse of oblivion on him we may hide his true identity from him for many years to come. One day, however, he will inevitably discover his true identity and the path that the Prophesy had predicted for him.?

He knelt down on his knees, folding his wings around his body like a protective shield. He tilted his head backwards, raising the growth on his skull, and opened his big white eyes white. As his eyes began to gleam he spoke in a loud and powerful voice that seemed to vibrate out of every fibre of his frail Krylos body.

?Neavrwiraaa... Uthea! ... SHADBAKKK!!\"

Whilst chanting this he poked his one hand out from beneath his wing and wrote weird symbols in the air with it. At first they were invisible but a moment later began to glow eerily, and grew into a blaze as he repeated the chant louder and ever louder. Suddenly he stopped.

Everything disappeared, as if it had never existed. On the bed in the corner of a dim lit cave dwelling sat a strange-looking Krylos youth. Aghast with fear, his frail little body shuddering, he gawked at the place in mid-air in his room where the glowing symbols had disappeared a moment ago. The nightmare was as frightening as ever. He never got used to it even though he had dreamt it every single night of his young life.

[Wolfmane]

Well time waits for no one they say ...

Spawn if you haven\'t fallen of the end of the earth maybe you could reply otherwise I might have to forget this great story and move on to other things  8o

Hope to hear from you.