User:Sindrisuncatcher

Hi, im a newbie... im 13...and yeah. I geuss ill post a story i wrote then.

Realm Prologue

It is said that once every hundred years, one child would receive the power to travel between realms. With this ability, so it is told, they would vanquish evil and restore peace to the land of Vhalaria. Or so it is told… Chapter I Whispers & Wonderings

W hen Morg was young he would hear people whisper things about him such as “Could he be the one?” or “Does he know the legend?” Even at his current age of sixteen he was still stuck in his state of confusion. He wished he knew what they meant. Since his parents were royalty, he had access to a great sum of long kept knowledge and books. He would frequently try to discover what “the legend” was by means of this. All though all of his tries had been in vain, he wouldn’t give up. One day when Morg was walking in his courtyard he noticed an old man sitting in the shade under a cairlorn tree. He was about to call the guards, but stopped when the man called out to him saying “Boy! Come here. I have something to tell you that may prove interesting. Don’t worry, it won’t take a minute.” Morg decided he might as well give an old man a chance. “Besides,” Morg thought, “What could happen? This man is about as limber as a twig.” Morg walked over to the man and stood there. The man then objected, “Sit down you bird brain, no sense in standing in the sun when you can sit in the shade.” Morg shrugged and sat down next to the strange man. As soon as he did the man uttered an odd phrase that made Morg feel light headed. The man started looking at him and said “Are you all right boy? You aren’t sick are you? Because the last thing I want to do is leave with a bug.” Morg shook his head “No, I am not sick. I just started feeling a little weird when I sat down.” The man said “Oh that happens to everybody. You’d be surprised how strange you can start feeling if you change temperature to fast.” Morg nodded in agreement, not sure what he was really agreeing to. Morg asked the man what his name was. The man replied saying “My name is of no importance at this point in time.” Morg wasn’t sure he really wanted to be talking to this awkward man. He didn’t really have anything else to do, so he decided to stay. The man began to talk, “So boy, tell me, have you not always wondered why people have been whispering about you? And what the “legend” really is?” Morg nodded and said “Yes. But how do you know so much about me?”, “All in good time.” said the man, “All in good time.” “So Morg,” The man began, “You want to know how to discover what these people are talking about right?” Morg was still wondering how this man knew so much about him, but figured he should just accept it and go on. Morg nodded. “Good,” said the man “I thought you would. Well now, where should I begin? I suppose I should begin with the legend. “It is said that once every hundred years, one child would receive the power to travel between realms. With this ability, so it is told, they would vanquish evil and restore peace to the land of Vhalaria.” “So are you saying that I’m the one child?” Morg said. “Find out for yourself”, the man said. “How?” Morg said. “You’ll know when the time comes.” The man said, and then mystically disappeared.

Chapter II Discovery

M org was sitting in bed thinking about the mysterious man he had met earlier today. He was getting more and more confused about his life everyday that passed. He had no idea what to think of the man. He had so many questions he didn’t know what to do. He was trying to figure out what everything the man had said actually meant. Was he trying to tell him something? Was he even real? Should he trust him? Was he evil or good? Morg decided that there was only one thing to do. Figure out whether or not he was the realm traveler or not. And if he was, figure out how to use it. “Breakfast!” the maid called from down in the foyer. Morg wasn’t that happy about getting up, but he figured it was for the best. “Besides” He thought, “I need to learn more about realms and the legend.” Morg dragged himself out of bed and got dressed. Then he stumbled down the stairs, went to the kitchen and slumped in his chair. His parents, the king and queen, were on the opposite end of the table from him. They both greeted him with a smile and a kind word of hello. He smiled the best smile he could in his tired state, which wasn’t the greatest. Then the servants set the food in front of him. It was bacon and eggs, a typical breakfast on the region of Gonthra. After finishing his breakfast, Morg went to the library and started to walk back to the end of the library were there was a chained metal door which he was sure had something special behind it, possibly scrolls and books about the “legend”. Just as about to turn the corner to get to the door the librarian stopped him and said “Morg, is there something I can help you with?” Morg replied saying “Yes, I just wanted to see what was behind that big door.” The librarian then said “Oh no Morg there’s nothing special behind it. That room is only used for storage for useless books.” Morg knew for a fact that that was a lie. This castles library was the third biggest in all of Vhalaria. Which is extremely big compared to the size of the top two biggest ones. Morg, after trying yet again in vain to locate scrolls or books on the “legend” walked out to the court yard. If his imagined floor plan of the castle was correct if he somehow passed through the east wall or the keep he would end up inside the sealed room in the library. He was still trying to figure out how he would go about doing this. He wondered that, since he may be the “one child”, he could use his power to get into the library and find out more about the legend. If this was possible, he would have to find out how to use his powers. “Well,” He thought “I better start learning” Morg was sitting on a boulder in the courtyard. He was about to start concentrating when he realized he didn’t know what he was concentrating on. “Great, now what” he said to no one in particular. Morg was very frustrated now that he realized he needed to know the legend to do anything. He knew he needed to travel between realms, whatever those were. He decided he’d concentrate on what he thought realms were. He figured they were different versions of the exact same place. Morg thought about what another realm would look like. He had no idea what to think, would it be light or dark, near same or completely different? He decided he’d just make something up. Morg closed his eyes and started to concentrate on his own depiction of another realm. He pictured the exact same thing but more ghostly. When he opened his eyes nothing had changed. After trying a few more times he decided to change his depiction of another realm. Once finding this didn’t work Morg roared and slammed his fist on the boulder he was on. As soon as he did Morg’s entire world changed. The castle disappeared and in its place was a cornfield. The whole forest surrounding the courtyard had changed. It was now miles and miles of houses. Once Morg noticed he was sitting on a warthog he ran over to the cornfield. He was walking around in it and thinking that he may not have wanted to change realms. If that was what he had done. Morg stepped out of the cornfield and found the strange man he had met the day before, sitting by the warthog. Morg rushed over to the man and said “How did you get here?” The strange man replied saying “That’s for me to know ...and for you… to find out some other time.” Morg frowned and said, “Well if you got here then you must know how to get back.” The man said “Wrong, I have absolutely no idea.” Well…” Morg said, “What am I supposed to do then?” “Find out” the odd man said. “Find what out?” Morg questioned. “You are the most clueless person I have ever met.” said the man. “You’re no help at all!” Morg said as he stormed back into the cornfield. Morg went into the cornfield and started to concentrate on his home, the castle. He closed his eyes and when he opened them he was in the castle. Finding it was significantly easier to get back to his origin gave Morg a little more confidence. Now all he needed to do was get better at it. Morg walked back out to the courtyard and went and stood by the boulder. His assumption was that it was his anger that took him to the altered world he was just in. He hoped it wasn’t his emotions that took him to different realms. He doubted it would be so; otherwise he would’ve done this in the past. Morg sat down on the rock and tried his best to make himself angry. Once he felt angry enough, he replicated what had happened earlier. He shouted and pounded his fist on the rock. Everything changed as it had before. Morg jumped off the rock, happy that he had done it again. Morg took a few steps away from the rock and concentrated on his home realm. And just like before, he ended up in his own realm.

He wondered if he could teleport from any location. He went and stood in the middle of the courtyard. Only this time he didn’t close his eyes, he just focused. When he did so, he watched the world change around him. Everything bent, shifted, and even changed color. It almost looked as though the whole face of the planet liquefied and then reformed. Morg started repetitively traversing between realms. Eventually he got the hang of it to the point where he could easily travel almost without even needing to concentrate.

At this point Morg wondered if he could get into the library. By this time he figured it would be too late and it would likely be suspicious. Morg decided he would have to wait until morning. Suddenly Morg realized that he hadn’t eaten anything but breakfast this whole day. His stomach immediately started to grumble. Chapter 3 Monstrous Monstrosities

M org rushed into the great hall, walked to the dining room door, and opened it. Only to find that there was no one in sight. All the torches were out and things were sprawled out all over the place. Morg wondered what had happened. He called out, “Hello is anyone there?” Morg ran up to his room opened his door. An icy breeze blew over him. Morg started to shiver, not as much from the cold but from the fear. Morg stepped into his room and looked around. Then he noticed the strange man he had seen so much in the past couple days. He stepped over the sheets scattered on the floor and walked over to the man, who was in fact crouched in the corner shivering. Morg bent down next to the man, “What happened here?” he said. He noticed that his eyes were closed as tight as the man seemed to have energy enough for. The man didn’t answer. “Who are you?! Why do I keep seeing you?!” again he didn’t answer. Finally Morg got so frustrated he picked the feeble man up by his shirt and screamed, “Who are you!” The small man’s eyes suddenly opened and were bright white with a tint of green. “I am Tæ Rahk” the man said in an eerie voice that did not seem like his own. Being startled Morg let go of the man. Tæ Rahk dropped to the floor, landing in a heap. His cloak began to glow with mysterious lines and symbols. Morg turned to run but some magical force froze him where he stood. The same force made him turn around and walk toward the heap on the floor. He was then restrained were he stood. He was limited to movement except for his smaller limbs like his fingers and neck. The heap on the floor began to pulse with intense light. The old man started to rise into the air, his cloak swirling around him. The cloak began spinning faster and faster around him. Spinning like a cyclone it started pulling furniture and clothes towards it. The cloak was spinning so fast around Tæ Rahk it started to become a glowing orb. Once the spinning got so intense clothes were flying around the room the ball started to slow down. The orb seemed to retain its spherical shape even though it had slowed its rotation. Once the circular mass stopped spinning it just sat there glowing for about five seconds. Then the glowing blue lines seemed to snake around the ball, giving the impression of cracking it. Once the lines completely encircled the glowing mass, it shuddered and exploded. Shards of glowing light smashed into the walls liquefying as they hit. Morg closed his eyes and looked away until the explosion subsided. He turned and in the place of the ball of light there was a tall figure. It was completely black except for it throbbing red eyes. To Morg it seemed like a werewolf, however he didn’t know for sure. The devilish creature Tæ Rahk had just transformed to, started to creep his way. Morg tried to fight the force that was binding him. This act was futile; the force was much too strong. The creature was getting closer every moment. Then Morg had an idea. And this was a good thing too, because without it he’d be dead. Just as the wolf like monstrosity was about to impale him Morg snickered and grinned. The beast paused for a moment and looked at Morg. Morg vanished, with a laugh that would make most people shudder I they didn’t know he was on the good side. Tæ Rahk, now a vicious monster, stood in silence impressed with the getaway the boy had made. However Tæ Rahk knew that the boy had no chance. Tæ Rahk sniffed around the room, searching for a scent trail the boy would’ve left behind when he teleported to another realm. Once Tæ Rahk picked up the scent of the residue Morg had left behind, he vaporized into a swirling cluster of black smoke and disappeared. Morg ran out of the room jumped on the stairwell banister. He slid most of the way down and jumped off the side so he didn’t hit the ball at the end. After landing on the ground Morg ran to the library. He smashed through the library door, not even bothering to open it. Morg sprinted do the door at the back of the library. Once he got here he realized something. This wasn’t the same realm he had been in before. Morg didn’t care; he had to get into the room on the other side of this door. Morg guessed the door would be about one to one and one half feet long. Morg vanished, again. Tæ Rahk burst through the bedroom door and leaped ninety feet all the way down the stairs. He sniffed the air, and took off in the direction Morgs scent was coming from. He kept following it until he got to a metal door at the back of the library. Morgs scent ended here. Tæ Rahk assumed that Morg had gone to a different realm. Tæ Rahk sniffed the area and then commenced his usual ream traveling procedure. Morg appeared in the corn field; he took a few steps and disappeared. Morg reappeared in a new room. It wasn’t all that big; there was only a couple of shelves and a small table. The room was dim, its only light being a small lamp resting on the table. Morg picked up the lamp and immediately started searching desperately for something about the legend. In about thirty seconds he found what he was looking for. He yanked it off the shelf, dust spewing everywhere. He laid it on the table and began reading. Tæ Rahk hated corn fields; he thought corn was the seventh most inferior thing on his list of loathsome materials. He despised corn also because of his allergies. His poor nose never stands a chance in the face of corn. Coughing and sneezing, Tæ Rahk trudged forward until he could smell Morgs scent no longer. Then he traced its location, and disappeared. Morg had just started to read the scroll he had found, when Tæ Rahk appeared right next to him. “‘Ello mate” the creature said in a grim voice. Morg scrambled to grab the scroll, Tæ Rahk getting closer every moment. As soon as he had the scroll rolled up and in his hand, he vanished. Tæ Rahk followed suit, picking up the scent and vanishing too. Morg rushed through the corn field and warped to his courtyard. On appearing he ran to the nearest tree and picked up a good sized stick. It was about two to three inches wide at the most. It could’ve been a club, and that’s exactly what Morg was intending. He ran over to where he had appeared and stood a couple of feet away. Tæ Rahk appeared in the corn field, despising the teenage boy. He marched angrily and disappeared. As soon as Morg saw Tæ Rahk appear he swung the club he was wielding with all his might. Tæ Rahk, obviously not expecting this, was smacked across the face with such force it literally hurled him five feet to his right. Morg stood for a moment in awe, surprised of the power he had. Morg started running toward the forest behind the courtyard, Tæ Rahk was recovering from the blow he’d just taken. Once he did he started charging Morg. Morg ran into the forest and dived into a bush. Tæ Rahk halted before entering, learning from his recent experience. He walked in slowly, sniffing around as he went. His attention was drawn to a bush that had Morgs scent around it. Morg was sitting inside the bush, watching Tæ Rahk. When Tæ Rahk turned toward the bush he was sitting in, Morg jumped out and started bashing Tæ Rahk on the head. He didn’t get many shots before Tæ Rahk grabbed the club and threw it into a tree, balancing it there. Tæ Rahk, not wanting to take any more chances, lunged for Morg immediately. Morg jumped out of the way, and started running. Tæ Rahk trailed behind him, gaining on him. Morg had an idea; he started making a wide u-turn. He didn’t have much time; Tæ Rahk was getting closer every moment. After his u-turn was complete he ended up exactly where he’d started. He went and stood under a tree. Morg would have to time this perfectly; if he didn’t do this correctly he’d end up dead for sure. Tæ Rahk was almost to him, Morg got ready. Just as Tæ Rahk was leaping through the air to kill him, Morg pounded on the tree. Tæ Rahk was inches away from him when the club hit him in the head. It smashed him into the ground.

--Sindrisuncatcher (talk) 02:20, 22 September 2008 (UTC)Elmo