Power of the Planet in the Palm of my Hand
May 19, 2005 11:52:16 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 19, 2005 11:52:16 GMT
Jakole was skimming along the plains of Roosland, thinking about what had happened recently. He had dropped in on his friends at Castle Comealot, after meeting that girl Aya. Aya...
He still didn't know how he felt about her. It was complicated. He looked around the landscape, to take his mind of things. Castle Comealot in clear veiw... Nah. Too Tired. And he still felt that wierd tugging feeling. He looked in the direction he felt it coming from. A series of mountains.... Why not! He shot off towards the mountain range.
Half an hour later, Jakole reached the mountains. He jumped off the board, re-compacting it and placing it in his jeans pocket. While he had been riding there, he saw a black dot on the mountainside. He could now clearly see what it was. A gaping hole in the side of the mountain gave away the massive cave system within. He looked around inside, and walked in...
The cave was so dark, only lit by the little ball of Energy Jakole had summoned to light the passage. After a long walk, the tunnel opened up into a massive room, obviously natural but looking man-made at the same time. In the direct center of the room was a pedestal. Jakole walked close, not being able to make out what was in it, until he was right next to it.
The two blades that stuck out of the rock were identical, crossing over in a diagonal cross. The weapons were silver, with one long, sharp blade, pointed at the end, leading to a handle that came out at 90 degrees from the blade, even though the blade itself still continued a couple of inches, re-pointing at the opposite end.
Jakole looked around to see if there was anything else in the room, but found nothing. The room was empty, apart from the pedestal and the weapons. Jakole reached out to them, before something caught his eye. He knelt down, seeing that the pedestal had an inscription.
Only one will take these blades,
There is only one who can,
Only he who entwines with nature,
He will be the only man,
Windweavers.
Jakole read the inscription, and then shrugged.
"Wierd..." He muttered.
He stood up, and placed his hand on the blade. Immediately, a shocking sensation struck his mind, and then he fell to the floor.
Unconscious.
The skies were dark. Rain was beginning to pour down from the black rain clouds. 4 figures stood. They all looked the same, but somehow different. One had hair that looked like a campfire, and eyes pure red. The next, cold, blue hair, with eyes to match. The 3rd, Electric yellow, the pupil less eyes looking cold and hard, and the last, solid brown eyes, and hair like muddy clumps. They all had a force swirling around their wrists.
And all held the weapons from the pedestal.
A few hours later, Jakole woke up. He stood up, and shook his head.
"Man, what was I drinking?!" He muttered, before remembering what had just happened. He knelt down, and re-read the passage.
Only one will take these blades,
There is only one who can,
Only he who entwines with nature,
He will be the only man,
Windweavers.
He thought it over for a few minutes, then looked back at his dream. They all looked familiar, one even resembling his own Fire Transformation…
Then it clicked. Maybe that was the key. He released his power, rocks trembling as Jakole’s hair turned red and orange, eyes blocking in red color, and fire surrounding his hands. He walked over to the pedestal once more. Reaching out, slower this time, and eventually touching the blade…
Nothing happened. Jakole remained conscious, at least. He touched the other, and nothing happened still. He stood next to them, and began to pull. The strain showed on his body, as sweat poured down his brow, the blades barely moving an inch. Finally, out of frustration more than anything else, Jakole’s power exploded, and the blades surged free from their pedestal. Jakole immediately felt a massive surge of power, and even the complete knowledge of how to wield the blades. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. But then…
Jakole could be seen flying out of the cave at mach speed, as the rocks came falling behind him. He carried the weapons on his back, and he had the same message playing in his head. He didn’t know exactly where it was coming from, but he sure knew what it meant.
Power of the Planet in the Palm of my Hand.
Moments later, a different message blasted into his mind:
[glow=purple,2,300]Citizens of Eden, this is Karius Ryotic, Guardian of the Planet Eden. To all those who wish to help me protect this great planet of ours then come to the Guardian's lookout. Be wary, only those who are ready to take on the great responsibility of being my warriors should come.[/glow]
He regocnised the voice... Karius! Guardian of Eden! This wasn't an opportunity to miss!! Jakole immediatly shot off towards the Lookout...
He still didn't know how he felt about her. It was complicated. He looked around the landscape, to take his mind of things. Castle Comealot in clear veiw... Nah. Too Tired. And he still felt that wierd tugging feeling. He looked in the direction he felt it coming from. A series of mountains.... Why not! He shot off towards the mountain range.
Half an hour later, Jakole reached the mountains. He jumped off the board, re-compacting it and placing it in his jeans pocket. While he had been riding there, he saw a black dot on the mountainside. He could now clearly see what it was. A gaping hole in the side of the mountain gave away the massive cave system within. He looked around inside, and walked in...
The cave was so dark, only lit by the little ball of Energy Jakole had summoned to light the passage. After a long walk, the tunnel opened up into a massive room, obviously natural but looking man-made at the same time. In the direct center of the room was a pedestal. Jakole walked close, not being able to make out what was in it, until he was right next to it.
The two blades that stuck out of the rock were identical, crossing over in a diagonal cross. The weapons were silver, with one long, sharp blade, pointed at the end, leading to a handle that came out at 90 degrees from the blade, even though the blade itself still continued a couple of inches, re-pointing at the opposite end.
Jakole looked around to see if there was anything else in the room, but found nothing. The room was empty, apart from the pedestal and the weapons. Jakole reached out to them, before something caught his eye. He knelt down, seeing that the pedestal had an inscription.
Only one will take these blades,
There is only one who can,
Only he who entwines with nature,
He will be the only man,
Windweavers.
Jakole read the inscription, and then shrugged.
"Wierd..." He muttered.
He stood up, and placed his hand on the blade. Immediately, a shocking sensation struck his mind, and then he fell to the floor.
Unconscious.
The skies were dark. Rain was beginning to pour down from the black rain clouds. 4 figures stood. They all looked the same, but somehow different. One had hair that looked like a campfire, and eyes pure red. The next, cold, blue hair, with eyes to match. The 3rd, Electric yellow, the pupil less eyes looking cold and hard, and the last, solid brown eyes, and hair like muddy clumps. They all had a force swirling around their wrists.
And all held the weapons from the pedestal.
A few hours later, Jakole woke up. He stood up, and shook his head.
"Man, what was I drinking?!" He muttered, before remembering what had just happened. He knelt down, and re-read the passage.
Only one will take these blades,
There is only one who can,
Only he who entwines with nature,
He will be the only man,
Windweavers.
He thought it over for a few minutes, then looked back at his dream. They all looked familiar, one even resembling his own Fire Transformation…
Then it clicked. Maybe that was the key. He released his power, rocks trembling as Jakole’s hair turned red and orange, eyes blocking in red color, and fire surrounding his hands. He walked over to the pedestal once more. Reaching out, slower this time, and eventually touching the blade…
Nothing happened. Jakole remained conscious, at least. He touched the other, and nothing happened still. He stood next to them, and began to pull. The strain showed on his body, as sweat poured down his brow, the blades barely moving an inch. Finally, out of frustration more than anything else, Jakole’s power exploded, and the blades surged free from their pedestal. Jakole immediately felt a massive surge of power, and even the complete knowledge of how to wield the blades. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. But then…
Jakole could be seen flying out of the cave at mach speed, as the rocks came falling behind him. He carried the weapons on his back, and he had the same message playing in his head. He didn’t know exactly where it was coming from, but he sure knew what it meant.
Power of the Planet in the Palm of my Hand.
Moments later, a different message blasted into his mind:
[glow=purple,2,300]Citizens of Eden, this is Karius Ryotic, Guardian of the Planet Eden. To all those who wish to help me protect this great planet of ours then come to the Guardian's lookout. Be wary, only those who are ready to take on the great responsibility of being my warriors should come.[/glow]
He regocnised the voice... Karius! Guardian of Eden! This wasn't an opportunity to miss!! Jakole immediatly shot off towards the Lookout...