Stories from the past
Aug 25, 2004 1:01:39 GMT
Post by pentatonic on Aug 25, 2004 1:01:39 GMT
Some time in the distant future...
In a little town just outside the boarder of Generica there sits a house in the middle of a small valley. Surrounding the house is lush green grass growing to ankle height. A small yellow light comes from an outside window as darkness falls over the small part of the world. Inside the small house are three rooms, all with white walls. Light flickers up the side of the wall as it radiates from a small candle placed on a bedside table. The bed no larger then a small child.
Suddenly a figure bursts into the room, before jumping into the bed. "Daddy, tell me a bed time story." The little boy says looking back out the door. Soon after a man of average height and weight comes in. "Ok son, but then your off to sleep." The little boy cries out. "YAY!!" The father pulls up a chair beside the bed as the child goes under the covers. Tucking the child in the man asks. "What story do you want to hear?" The child stops for a moment trying to think of a story before drawing a blank. "I don’t know." says the boy. His father begins to laugh. "Okay, I'll think of one." The man leans back into his chair just as a story comes to his mind.
"A long time ago there lived a warrior. Born from this very town. This warrior grew up helping people. The mighty warrior was huge. Standing over 7 foot tall, with muscles upon muscles and so handsome, he would make the women of the world drool. Travelling the world as a vagabond, the warrior sought out those who did evil and brought justice upon them. The warrior struck fear into the hearts of all his opponents as tattoos covered his face and arms. All around this planet, people would recognise him, as he would become friends with any who talked to him. As this great warrior travelled around the world he found himself in a village, not to far from here. As he spent the day there he began to hear rumours of a thing attacking and killing random villagers. The warrior began asking around the village trying to find out as much as he could. The town’s people couldn't tell him much because they truly didn't know what was going on. All they could say was they would find bodies disfigured and half consumed. They also said that the night the victims were killed a large snarling growl could be heard coming from the forest to the east of the village. The warrior asked if anyone had gone to stop it from happening, however none had. The villages where but humble shopkeepers and farmers. They didn't know how to fight or protect themself. Disregarding the wishes of the villagers the warrior went into the forest awaiting what attacked the others. As the moon came into full view that night, the warrior sat under a tree calm and read for what ever was out there. A rustling of the trees was the only thing that could be heard. So calm, the warrior fell asleep under that tree. SUDDENLY THE BEAST ATTACKED. However the warrior was too good. Jumping out of the way, the beast flew straight into the tree the warrior lay against. The warrior, ready to fight looked upon the creature. With marking almost the same as his own the white beast snarled as him. The creature was in fact a huge tiger. Larger then any other of its kind. With white and black fur, the tiger stood on all fours to the height past the warriors waist. Its body length close to double that of the warriors. With arched back, the tigers muscles protruded from all parts of its body. The creature much larger then the warrior, yet the warrior was fearless. The both pounced on each other matching each other in both strength and speed. All night the battle between them both raged on. During the fight something strange was happening. Every now and again the warrior could hear something speaking. Catching him off guard each time, the deep rumbling voice seemed to come from the beast he was fighting. As the sun rose both the warrior and the beast where exhausted. Both fell to the ground in a heap atop each other. The warrior looked at the creature. "Why don't you just give up?" The words barely escaping from his mouth. The tiger looked to him, almost as it understood what he had said. Suddenly that deep growling voice came to him. "You first." It said. If the warrior had energy he would have jumped to his feet. Sitting there both of them looked stunned. How is it that you can understand me? they both thought. Nothing was said between them for a while before they began to speak. Sitting there for the day, both talked to each other, striking up a friendship that would last a long time. As the sun was going down that day the warrior asked the beast to join him in his journeys, to leave his life behind and to start again with him. The beast agreed and joined the warrior. Together leaving the village they both began their new life, one which would find them fighting creatures and pitting themselves against the greatest evils known to this planet. One which would keep them together for the rest of there days."
The father looked to his son, who was now fast asleep. Getting up without of a sound the man walked over to the candle and blew it out. Walking out the child’s door, he closed it behind him. A deep growling voice entered his head.
[glow=red,6,300]"Seven foot? So handsome he would make women drool? You wish."[/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Shut up. Its a story. Your allowed to embellish certain things. It makes it more interesting."[/glow]
[glow=red,6,300]"Who are you embellishing for? You or him?"[/glow] The voice began to laugh.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Your a pain. You know this?"[/glow]
In a little town just outside the boarder of Generica there sits a house in the middle of a small valley. Surrounding the house is lush green grass growing to ankle height. A small yellow light comes from an outside window as darkness falls over the small part of the world. Inside the small house are three rooms, all with white walls. Light flickers up the side of the wall as it radiates from a small candle placed on a bedside table. The bed no larger then a small child.
Suddenly a figure bursts into the room, before jumping into the bed. "Daddy, tell me a bed time story." The little boy says looking back out the door. Soon after a man of average height and weight comes in. "Ok son, but then your off to sleep." The little boy cries out. "YAY!!" The father pulls up a chair beside the bed as the child goes under the covers. Tucking the child in the man asks. "What story do you want to hear?" The child stops for a moment trying to think of a story before drawing a blank. "I don’t know." says the boy. His father begins to laugh. "Okay, I'll think of one." The man leans back into his chair just as a story comes to his mind.
"A long time ago there lived a warrior. Born from this very town. This warrior grew up helping people. The mighty warrior was huge. Standing over 7 foot tall, with muscles upon muscles and so handsome, he would make the women of the world drool. Travelling the world as a vagabond, the warrior sought out those who did evil and brought justice upon them. The warrior struck fear into the hearts of all his opponents as tattoos covered his face and arms. All around this planet, people would recognise him, as he would become friends with any who talked to him. As this great warrior travelled around the world he found himself in a village, not to far from here. As he spent the day there he began to hear rumours of a thing attacking and killing random villagers. The warrior began asking around the village trying to find out as much as he could. The town’s people couldn't tell him much because they truly didn't know what was going on. All they could say was they would find bodies disfigured and half consumed. They also said that the night the victims were killed a large snarling growl could be heard coming from the forest to the east of the village. The warrior asked if anyone had gone to stop it from happening, however none had. The villages where but humble shopkeepers and farmers. They didn't know how to fight or protect themself. Disregarding the wishes of the villagers the warrior went into the forest awaiting what attacked the others. As the moon came into full view that night, the warrior sat under a tree calm and read for what ever was out there. A rustling of the trees was the only thing that could be heard. So calm, the warrior fell asleep under that tree. SUDDENLY THE BEAST ATTACKED. However the warrior was too good. Jumping out of the way, the beast flew straight into the tree the warrior lay against. The warrior, ready to fight looked upon the creature. With marking almost the same as his own the white beast snarled as him. The creature was in fact a huge tiger. Larger then any other of its kind. With white and black fur, the tiger stood on all fours to the height past the warriors waist. Its body length close to double that of the warriors. With arched back, the tigers muscles protruded from all parts of its body. The creature much larger then the warrior, yet the warrior was fearless. The both pounced on each other matching each other in both strength and speed. All night the battle between them both raged on. During the fight something strange was happening. Every now and again the warrior could hear something speaking. Catching him off guard each time, the deep rumbling voice seemed to come from the beast he was fighting. As the sun rose both the warrior and the beast where exhausted. Both fell to the ground in a heap atop each other. The warrior looked at the creature. "Why don't you just give up?" The words barely escaping from his mouth. The tiger looked to him, almost as it understood what he had said. Suddenly that deep growling voice came to him. "You first." It said. If the warrior had energy he would have jumped to his feet. Sitting there both of them looked stunned. How is it that you can understand me? they both thought. Nothing was said between them for a while before they began to speak. Sitting there for the day, both talked to each other, striking up a friendship that would last a long time. As the sun was going down that day the warrior asked the beast to join him in his journeys, to leave his life behind and to start again with him. The beast agreed and joined the warrior. Together leaving the village they both began their new life, one which would find them fighting creatures and pitting themselves against the greatest evils known to this planet. One which would keep them together for the rest of there days."
The father looked to his son, who was now fast asleep. Getting up without of a sound the man walked over to the candle and blew it out. Walking out the child’s door, he closed it behind him. A deep growling voice entered his head.
[glow=red,6,300]"Seven foot? So handsome he would make women drool? You wish."[/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Shut up. Its a story. Your allowed to embellish certain things. It makes it more interesting."[/glow]
[glow=red,6,300]"Who are you embellishing for? You or him?"[/glow] The voice began to laugh.
[glow=yellow,2,300]"Your a pain. You know this?"[/glow]