PG-15.
I'm not very good at hellos, I'm afraid.
But this is a fiction which, whilst it might start out humble and ambiguous, will hopefully grow into something epic and beautiful.
It's mostly what I suppose you'd call an adventure/mystery fiction, although there's plenty of action, sci-fi and I do love a good bit of comedy.
And that's all I really have to say. That, and thank you for reading, I hope you'll take the time to comment.
Table of Contents:
Volume I
1:0 - Begin The Begin
1:1 - Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head
1:2 - Mama Tried
1:3 - Something About Us
1:4 - I Saw What I Saw
The stone hallway before Adam stretched for almost a mile. He hated coming down to this particular area of the tunnels. Light was provided only by ancient lanterns on the walls, and there was a musky smell which, combined with a lack of oxygen from being so far underground, made his head cloudy and extended visits nearly impossible. At his side, the blue canine Pokemon stared ahead vigilantly for any signs of life.
The pair’s shadows danced on the walls amongst unreadable texts from languages no longer in use and carvings of Pokemon eroded by age. Adam often studied these depictions as he travelled to the chamber, but not once had he seen anything even remotely recognisable: the majority of the figures were made from circles and lines, simple geometric representations from people who had long since left this place.
Manectric stopped and Adam’s daydream ended abruptly. Before them was a large stone door, embossed with a hexagonal symbol and a number that Adam had grown all-too-familiar of: 695. Pushing hard against it, it opened with a thunderous scraping of stone against stone as an even more horrible smell rushed into the hallway.
Walking through the door, he found himself in a large, hexagonal room with many stone pillars and even more strange carvings. He saw many indentations on the pillars which resembled Braille code, though on closer inspection there were far too many dots for it to be the language for the blind. The room was lit by an immensely bright fire in the centre of the room. There were also more lanterns, though different to the ones in the hallway: these were much larger, and Adam noticed that one of them had gone out. The only thing in the room that looked evenly remotely modern (and thus extremely out of place) was a large painting of a ship docked at an island, though nobody had taken the time to hang it up.
Adam staggered nervously through the silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire, wondering if his contact would appear – Adam had not made a request to meet him, but had assumed that he would know he was coming in light of recent events. Walking towards the fire, Adam noticed what appeared to be a few charred documents lying on floor. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, though he then felt silly for doing so. Picking up the papers, he blew the ash off them to investigate. Among the nonsensical items was a photograph of an aircraft which Adam recalled was used during wartime decades ago, and a sheet of paper containing only the words “THE RITCHYDREN INCIDENT: CONFIDENTIAL.”
The fire flickered, and a rush of wind blew the papers from Adam’s hand and into it as the door behind him slammed shut. It engulfed the items voraciously, and Adam had a strange feeling that he had somehow destroyed evidence. Both he and Manectric turned sharply in fear to see a tall, concealed figure standing before them. Adam could not see the man’s eyes, but could make out the rugged features and sharp jaw line that had intimidated him for many months now. There was a long pause before the figure broke the silence with a husky voice.
“It’s rude to go through the other the people’s things, you know.” Adam now remembered why he had come to the chamber in the first place, and rage suddenly flowed through his body. A resentful rage, rage that he had not felt in a very long time.
“You knew what was going to happen there, didn’t you?” he spat. “You knew that she would die, despite everything you’d told me before! You knew she would die, and you sent us there anyway!”
There was another pause. The man laughed under his cloak.
“If I’d told you, you would never have went. It’s just the way things have to be, Adam.”
“Just the way things have to be? These are people. You’re playing with people’s lives.”
“That may be true, Adam, but I know what I’m doing. And yet now it seems like you don’t trust me.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Then why are you here?”
The rapid interchange came to a brief halt. Manetric stared on in awe, unable to fully comprehend what was happening.
“Because,” Adam continued, “I’ve been going along with your word on the basis you knew what you were talking about, because it’s a lot more difficult for me to get information. But people are dead. And there is no seventh Creed, so I don’t understand why those people died. If they died for nothing, it was on my watch, and I won’t do it anymore.” The man absorbed Adam’s words pensively.
“They did not die for nothing,” he stated abruptly. “And the man you found is important, you just can’t know why yet. You’re not ready.”
“I’m sick of not being ready!” cried Adam as his anger reverberated throughout the chamber and sent a shiver down Manectric’s spine. “And those... those things, how do I know they’re not going to pop up again and kill us all?”
“They can’t kill any of you,” the man laughed. “That would be cheating.”
There was a much longer pause this time. Adam took time to take in the fact that, having came for answers, he now had more questions than he’d started with.
“Who are you?” he asked. The figure could see the sincerity of the confusion and regret in his eyes.
“I’m the protagonist of your story,” he replied. “And you have work to do, Adam.”
I'm not very good at hellos, I'm afraid.
But this is a fiction which, whilst it might start out humble and ambiguous, will hopefully grow into something epic and beautiful.
It's mostly what I suppose you'd call an adventure/mystery fiction, although there's plenty of action, sci-fi and I do love a good bit of comedy.
And that's all I really have to say. That, and thank you for reading, I hope you'll take the time to comment.
creed : tribulation
Table of Contents:
Volume I
1:0 - Begin The Begin
1:1 - Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head
1:2 - Mama Tried
1:3 - Something About Us
1:4 - I Saw What I Saw
1:0 - Begin The Begin
The stone hallway before Adam stretched for almost a mile. He hated coming down to this particular area of the tunnels. Light was provided only by ancient lanterns on the walls, and there was a musky smell which, combined with a lack of oxygen from being so far underground, made his head cloudy and extended visits nearly impossible. At his side, the blue canine Pokemon stared ahead vigilantly for any signs of life.
The pair’s shadows danced on the walls amongst unreadable texts from languages no longer in use and carvings of Pokemon eroded by age. Adam often studied these depictions as he travelled to the chamber, but not once had he seen anything even remotely recognisable: the majority of the figures were made from circles and lines, simple geometric representations from people who had long since left this place.
Manectric stopped and Adam’s daydream ended abruptly. Before them was a large stone door, embossed with a hexagonal symbol and a number that Adam had grown all-too-familiar of: 695. Pushing hard against it, it opened with a thunderous scraping of stone against stone as an even more horrible smell rushed into the hallway.
Walking through the door, he found himself in a large, hexagonal room with many stone pillars and even more strange carvings. He saw many indentations on the pillars which resembled Braille code, though on closer inspection there were far too many dots for it to be the language for the blind. The room was lit by an immensely bright fire in the centre of the room. There were also more lanterns, though different to the ones in the hallway: these were much larger, and Adam noticed that one of them had gone out. The only thing in the room that looked evenly remotely modern (and thus extremely out of place) was a large painting of a ship docked at an island, though nobody had taken the time to hang it up.
Adam staggered nervously through the silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire, wondering if his contact would appear – Adam had not made a request to meet him, but had assumed that he would know he was coming in light of recent events. Walking towards the fire, Adam noticed what appeared to be a few charred documents lying on floor. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, though he then felt silly for doing so. Picking up the papers, he blew the ash off them to investigate. Among the nonsensical items was a photograph of an aircraft which Adam recalled was used during wartime decades ago, and a sheet of paper containing only the words “THE RITCHYDREN INCIDENT: CONFIDENTIAL.”
The fire flickered, and a rush of wind blew the papers from Adam’s hand and into it as the door behind him slammed shut. It engulfed the items voraciously, and Adam had a strange feeling that he had somehow destroyed evidence. Both he and Manectric turned sharply in fear to see a tall, concealed figure standing before them. Adam could not see the man’s eyes, but could make out the rugged features and sharp jaw line that had intimidated him for many months now. There was a long pause before the figure broke the silence with a husky voice.
“It’s rude to go through the other the people’s things, you know.” Adam now remembered why he had come to the chamber in the first place, and rage suddenly flowed through his body. A resentful rage, rage that he had not felt in a very long time.
“You knew what was going to happen there, didn’t you?” he spat. “You knew that she would die, despite everything you’d told me before! You knew she would die, and you sent us there anyway!”
There was another pause. The man laughed under his cloak.
“If I’d told you, you would never have went. It’s just the way things have to be, Adam.”
“Just the way things have to be? These are people. You’re playing with people’s lives.”
“That may be true, Adam, but I know what I’m doing. And yet now it seems like you don’t trust me.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Then why are you here?”
The rapid interchange came to a brief halt. Manetric stared on in awe, unable to fully comprehend what was happening.
“Because,” Adam continued, “I’ve been going along with your word on the basis you knew what you were talking about, because it’s a lot more difficult for me to get information. But people are dead. And there is no seventh Creed, so I don’t understand why those people died. If they died for nothing, it was on my watch, and I won’t do it anymore.” The man absorbed Adam’s words pensively.
“They did not die for nothing,” he stated abruptly. “And the man you found is important, you just can’t know why yet. You’re not ready.”
“I’m sick of not being ready!” cried Adam as his anger reverberated throughout the chamber and sent a shiver down Manectric’s spine. “And those... those things, how do I know they’re not going to pop up again and kill us all?”
“They can’t kill any of you,” the man laughed. “That would be cheating.”
There was a much longer pause this time. Adam took time to take in the fact that, having came for answers, he now had more questions than he’d started with.
“Who are you?” he asked. The figure could see the sincerity of the confusion and regret in his eyes.
“I’m the protagonist of your story,” he replied. “And you have work to do, Adam.”
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