^^ I thank Dark Amethyst for helping me with the title of this fanfiction.
First and foremost, this is a whole new Galabonain tale that is vastly different from my current Galabonian Trilogy involving the Gods of the End, Dragonriders, a deadly war, and the Slinx Insanity Virus. This is something I've been thinking about doing for quite some time now, so while I take a break from writing the ending chapters of Rhapsody, I'll be writing a new Action/Adventure/Fantasy fanfiction that I'm sure will blow some minds. So, I must stress that this'll be coming later in the year, most likely during the summer, for I have only started writing the first chapter of it (Prologue's already been written three weeks ago)
Eyes of the Python revolves around the Jade Clovers, the deadliest assassin organization that lies within Galabonia. They are a sheer force to be reckoned with, being able to slaughter anyone and anything that crosses their paths. They all have a tattoo of a green clover on their stomach, though their organization is rather secret to the world. They have never been discovered for hundreds of years, and the Jade Clovers have killed so many people during their missions and assessments. However, people are starting to realize that the ones killing the greatest of ranks in Galabonia are displaying a green clover tattoo on their stomach.
The main character of this story is Paris Shavada. Paris Shavada owns the Jungle Crew, which is her team of three Pokemon that she all captured in the jungle and uses to help assassinate her victims in temperate jungles, tropical forests, rainforests, ectera (ect). Those Pokemon are Sceptile, Nidoqueen, and Kabutops. She is one of two Jade Clover Executives of the entire organization, having to deal with rather difficult tasks. However, she enjoys the excitement and anticipation, so she isn't bothered. Paris is a very seductive woman (in a malicious way) that uses her malevolent traits to lure in the male victims, leading to their deaths seconds later.
Again, this takes place way in the future, so the world has been at its pinnacle of achievement and development. Fossilized Pokemon roam the land once more, and the populations are largely increased across the world. So, expect fantasy to be in this story. It wouldn't have the same effect if it was not categorized as a tantalizing tale. Also, there will be exploding of heads, bloody confrontations, violence elements to their best, and all kinds of exotic weapons with a fantasy, ethereal touch. Flaming-bullet guns, eye-shaped axes, things of that nature. Though, this is definitely action, for there will be fights (man versus man) and countless of Pokemon battles.
I don't rate the story as one until I finish it, but if there are elements in the chapter that seemed rather unfitting, there will be warnings. There will be cursing of the nature, though it won't be as heavy and loud-spoken and populated. Now, as for the plot, it isn't as extensive as the trilogy, so I can definitely wrap it up in a sum of thirty-five chapters, if not a bit more. Paris Shavada has been asked to kill one of Galabonia's kings, King Marshlin, so this'll be an adventure that'll be worth writing about.
I present to you a preview from the first chapter of Eyes of the Python.
Motionless golden stars were scattered across the blackened field of sanctity, while the verdant blades of grass below swayed together and moved in harmony to the jungle’s symphony. The atmospheric boundaries between souls and life were shielded by dusk, and would wait patiently for the horizon to reflect and mirror their true passion. The lively concerto suddenly subsided, leaving everything to be silenced and slumbering under moonlight.
A sweetened, seductive voice spoke out, breaking all tranquility and shattering the road to a peaceful night. It echoed through the air as bullets of shining blue rain started to fall down upon the tropical forest. The emerging tempest coincided beautifully with the malignant tone of the words, filling in the hallow gaps and allowing the clarity to bloom.
The target is starting to flee. Move ahead with thunderous speed.
As the sudden command was swallowed by the sound of the downpour, loud thumps of foot against earth started to join the sonata. A sudden silhouette accelerated forward, speeding under the shades of the wild trees. It sped with sheer grace, glowing emerald as it launched an arm ahead and blasted through the thickness of the distance. Gleaming eyes were focused forward, glinting and vigilant as features blessed its appearance.
The Sceptile was indeed the enigma of adventures, quickening her pace before coming to a complete halt. She was growing irate and hungry, for her quarry had taken a huge step ahead of her once amazing, life-threatening pursuit. Contemplating under darkness, she slashed the wind with her right claw and released the only sound that the world would recognize as wrath.
She roared.
It was feral, vicious shriek that rolled and thundered from east to west, north to south. It carried on for what seemed with a dear eternity as the Sceptile listened to the rustles coming from the berry bushes to her left.
The target is escaping. Listen carefully to the heartbeats and the breathing.
Letting luminescent glows cast before her, the grass beast nodded silently and jumped into the high atmosphere. She allowed the chilled zephyrs to twist and twirl around her figure, carrying her into the heart of the jungle. Sceptile imperfectly landed on one of the tree’s thick branches, leaping from one to the next. She could sense that her prey was getting more and more exhausted as the seconds washed away forever.
Sceptile could be heard from miles away, her figure shifting through the sleeping leaves and crackling undergrowth. Releasing one last shrilly cry, she plummeted to ground like an emerald bullet, succeeding in her mission to find the monster that had needed to dance in his death. With the emerald pasture stretching for miles and miles, the open grassland only held two presences within its divine vicinity – the Sceptile and the wild Umbreon.
Vision met vision, heartbeats banged in their bodies like loud drums, and their thoughts were spotlighted on each other. The wild Umbreon was a skilled creature of blackness, melting into its affinity and reappearing at any given time selected. However, the Sceptile only needed to find him, for her trainer was only seconds away from continuing the fascinating assassination. Sceptile leapt into the air, shrieking and roaring as she started glowing and absorbing the moon’s light.
Her eyes were wide open and crazed as a slim, dark figure spontaneously crossed overhead, elegant and mysterious. It all seemed like a medieval fantasy, only with reality blended in to perfect the acts and make them seemed realistic. The new otherworldly essence drifted in, allowing the white radiance to bless the woman and reveal her hiding details.
Paris had arrived.
Paris Shavada had barely saw the sunrise to adulthood, but it was a successful view that allowed her to leave the childhood days behind in her reminiscences. Landing on the grassy surface with a white, steel sheath resting behind her back, she stood up and faced the wild malicious fiend, smirking and grumbling. She moved forward, allowing her emerald eyes to be revealed once swinging strands of black and dark-purple hair toward her backside. Her slender, considerably tall figure stood still and triumphantly as her Sceptile plunged to the verdant terrain that slept before her.
First and foremost, this is a whole new Galabonain tale that is vastly different from my current Galabonian Trilogy involving the Gods of the End, Dragonriders, a deadly war, and the Slinx Insanity Virus. This is something I've been thinking about doing for quite some time now, so while I take a break from writing the ending chapters of Rhapsody, I'll be writing a new Action/Adventure/Fantasy fanfiction that I'm sure will blow some minds. So, I must stress that this'll be coming later in the year, most likely during the summer, for I have only started writing the first chapter of it (Prologue's already been written three weeks ago)
Eyes of the Python revolves around the Jade Clovers, the deadliest assassin organization that lies within Galabonia. They are a sheer force to be reckoned with, being able to slaughter anyone and anything that crosses their paths. They all have a tattoo of a green clover on their stomach, though their organization is rather secret to the world. They have never been discovered for hundreds of years, and the Jade Clovers have killed so many people during their missions and assessments. However, people are starting to realize that the ones killing the greatest of ranks in Galabonia are displaying a green clover tattoo on their stomach.
The main character of this story is Paris Shavada. Paris Shavada owns the Jungle Crew, which is her team of three Pokemon that she all captured in the jungle and uses to help assassinate her victims in temperate jungles, tropical forests, rainforests, ectera (ect). Those Pokemon are Sceptile, Nidoqueen, and Kabutops. She is one of two Jade Clover Executives of the entire organization, having to deal with rather difficult tasks. However, she enjoys the excitement and anticipation, so she isn't bothered. Paris is a very seductive woman (in a malicious way) that uses her malevolent traits to lure in the male victims, leading to their deaths seconds later.
Again, this takes place way in the future, so the world has been at its pinnacle of achievement and development. Fossilized Pokemon roam the land once more, and the populations are largely increased across the world. So, expect fantasy to be in this story. It wouldn't have the same effect if it was not categorized as a tantalizing tale. Also, there will be exploding of heads, bloody confrontations, violence elements to their best, and all kinds of exotic weapons with a fantasy, ethereal touch. Flaming-bullet guns, eye-shaped axes, things of that nature. Though, this is definitely action, for there will be fights (man versus man) and countless of Pokemon battles.
I don't rate the story as one until I finish it, but if there are elements in the chapter that seemed rather unfitting, there will be warnings. There will be cursing of the nature, though it won't be as heavy and loud-spoken and populated. Now, as for the plot, it isn't as extensive as the trilogy, so I can definitely wrap it up in a sum of thirty-five chapters, if not a bit more. Paris Shavada has been asked to kill one of Galabonia's kings, King Marshlin, so this'll be an adventure that'll be worth writing about.
I present to you a preview from the first chapter of Eyes of the Python.
CHAPTER ONE
THE SHINING WONDERLAND
Thunderclaps exploded and rumbled across the darkened heavens, snapping and clapping as they hungrily devoured the gentle breezes of the shivering wind. Malicious miasmas blanketed the deepened skyline of black, dark-cobalt, and slate gray, radiant and illuminated in their malevolent infinity. Lit up in a flickering, cold blaze of white fire, the full moon cradled itself high within the dying sky above. THE SHINING WONDERLAND
Motionless golden stars were scattered across the blackened field of sanctity, while the verdant blades of grass below swayed together and moved in harmony to the jungle’s symphony. The atmospheric boundaries between souls and life were shielded by dusk, and would wait patiently for the horizon to reflect and mirror their true passion. The lively concerto suddenly subsided, leaving everything to be silenced and slumbering under moonlight.
A sweetened, seductive voice spoke out, breaking all tranquility and shattering the road to a peaceful night. It echoed through the air as bullets of shining blue rain started to fall down upon the tropical forest. The emerging tempest coincided beautifully with the malignant tone of the words, filling in the hallow gaps and allowing the clarity to bloom.
The target is starting to flee. Move ahead with thunderous speed.
As the sudden command was swallowed by the sound of the downpour, loud thumps of foot against earth started to join the sonata. A sudden silhouette accelerated forward, speeding under the shades of the wild trees. It sped with sheer grace, glowing emerald as it launched an arm ahead and blasted through the thickness of the distance. Gleaming eyes were focused forward, glinting and vigilant as features blessed its appearance.
The Sceptile was indeed the enigma of adventures, quickening her pace before coming to a complete halt. She was growing irate and hungry, for her quarry had taken a huge step ahead of her once amazing, life-threatening pursuit. Contemplating under darkness, she slashed the wind with her right claw and released the only sound that the world would recognize as wrath.
She roared.
It was feral, vicious shriek that rolled and thundered from east to west, north to south. It carried on for what seemed with a dear eternity as the Sceptile listened to the rustles coming from the berry bushes to her left.
The target is escaping. Listen carefully to the heartbeats and the breathing.
Letting luminescent glows cast before her, the grass beast nodded silently and jumped into the high atmosphere. She allowed the chilled zephyrs to twist and twirl around her figure, carrying her into the heart of the jungle. Sceptile imperfectly landed on one of the tree’s thick branches, leaping from one to the next. She could sense that her prey was getting more and more exhausted as the seconds washed away forever.
Sceptile could be heard from miles away, her figure shifting through the sleeping leaves and crackling undergrowth. Releasing one last shrilly cry, she plummeted to ground like an emerald bullet, succeeding in her mission to find the monster that had needed to dance in his death. With the emerald pasture stretching for miles and miles, the open grassland only held two presences within its divine vicinity – the Sceptile and the wild Umbreon.
Vision met vision, heartbeats banged in their bodies like loud drums, and their thoughts were spotlighted on each other. The wild Umbreon was a skilled creature of blackness, melting into its affinity and reappearing at any given time selected. However, the Sceptile only needed to find him, for her trainer was only seconds away from continuing the fascinating assassination. Sceptile leapt into the air, shrieking and roaring as she started glowing and absorbing the moon’s light.
Her eyes were wide open and crazed as a slim, dark figure spontaneously crossed overhead, elegant and mysterious. It all seemed like a medieval fantasy, only with reality blended in to perfect the acts and make them seemed realistic. The new otherworldly essence drifted in, allowing the white radiance to bless the woman and reveal her hiding details.
Paris had arrived.
Paris Shavada had barely saw the sunrise to adulthood, but it was a successful view that allowed her to leave the childhood days behind in her reminiscences. Landing on the grassy surface with a white, steel sheath resting behind her back, she stood up and faced the wild malicious fiend, smirking and grumbling. She moved forward, allowing her emerald eyes to be revealed once swinging strands of black and dark-purple hair toward her backside. Her slender, considerably tall figure stood still and triumphantly as her Sceptile plunged to the verdant terrain that slept before her.
