Zora
perpetually tired
Okay, I would like to have a mentor to help with my fic if you think it needs help. Description is the area I really need help with. Here is what I wrote so far in my fic (Ibi Fuit Bellum). Oh and yes, I realize there are a few things that made obvious. Such as its a fantasy fic (obviously, I will say its genre is fantasy for general information), and the fact someone spoke "Latin" to other people (something that is talked about later, but not in what I wrote. It will be explained throughout the story). General errors such as word choice, clarity, and fluency may also be necessary. Anyways, here is what I wrote:
Chapter 1-The Purple Enigma Kirllia
An envelope lay open on the nearby table. It was a big empty envelope. Papers were scattered across the table. They were various forms and essays. Most were completed and stacked quickly upon each other with no organization. Each form had barely legible handwriting, while older unrelated papers around the room were written legibly. For the last form was completed, slapped onto the pile. For I was finally done with this application!
Several weeks past and I got a call. They said they wanted to talk to me. They will hire me for their special job, but they had to do a mock interview. I was anxious as I entered the room. I saw a girl there with glasses and was fatter than an elephant.
“Do you know what we had to do with you?”
I leaned back and grinned. Oh, this is going to be good. The interviewer picked up her sandwich. She put her hands together causing the mayonnaise to drip. She put the sandwich in her mouth, ripped off a piece, and put down again only to repeat the same process five minutes later. “We had to spend,” she took out her tongue and liked mayonnaise off her face, “thirty minutes,” then took another bite of her sandwich, “organizing your papers.” She gobbled down the last of her sandwich before she could say more.
I continued grinning. They weren’t going to decline me no matter what. I was of too much use for them. I really don’t really give a damn about this crime war we have now. I just want her back, Kirllia. Okay, so I don’t just want Kirllia back, I want more. But she doesn’t deserve to be in her, she was manipulated too much. Kirllia-that purple enigma. And it isn’t just Kirllia. I don’t want to commit to the war, I would prefer to stop it civilly, although fat chance of that. I asked, “Am I gettin’ the job?”
“Ya, you will because my employer Martum said you will get the job no matter what. Pathetic, if I were in charge I would have not considered you at all. What is your name again? Something strange like Ajohn? No. Anathan. No, err… paranoia? Oh no, that’s my cats name.”
“You know, them thirty minutes could have been your disorganization.”
She rolled her eyes. She signed a paper and slid towards me with a fierce anger. She shouted, “Go, I will have another lunch to eat. Second floor on the right, and then take the elevator up to the top floor. There you will meet a girl by the name of Martum Martin. Strange name, no, well first name? Actually, she thought Martin was a rare and symbolic name. She didn’t know its common in this world. The last name she thought was common.”
Ah yes. The good old Martins. Yes, Martin is common last name in this world of Avar, but where they came from it was more than just a mere name. I wonder if she even know why she is hiring. This interview was pathetic, its all for show. If she knew what she was hiring for, she would have recognized my name instantly, and would have known the meaning of the name Martin. Oh well. I got the job. I already got the job when I filled out the forms. They just need something to show court in the event they got suspicious.
I followed the directions and entered the elevator. I saw the buildings of New York City in the distance of the glass elevator. People working, living their lives. Heh, I wonder when they could figure out when their city will fall. After all, a city has fallen victim to people after the war. A town I loved and cherished, loathed and feared at the same time. I moved to another town after that city fell. There I constantly said, “Amitto patriam. Patria amittetur a Alexendria espra.” I looked below at the south end of the elevator while reminiscing on my past.
I could see myself being reflected. I saw my black almost skin-tight sleeveless shirt, wavy brown hair, and blue jeans. I could feel myself fiddling with the wool inside my pockets. I could here the silence the elevator I hide whenever I grinned.
The elevator opened. There I saw a girl with long blonde hair walk on. Ah yes, the purple enigma, and right on time. Except currently without the purple! She was disguised as young girl with long curly blond hair going down to her knees, with brown eyes. She wore nothing but black shirt and skirt. She shouted, “Head up mister! Get your back straight or perhaps I need to run a series called the Melancholy of Anoah Bervenia and then later make another rip-off called Unlucky Pentacle that makes fun of the previous anime.”
“Oh, and then you will have to make a game called Kirllia Fabula-Damned Defendant. So, let us stop treasure-hunting for the day, okay?”
“You just treasure hunted you idort.”
“I don’t own any video game consoles you idiot.”
“And you have it mister. That it. You. Me. Tonight. South part of town in front of the police station. Magic vs. axe fight! Any objections?”
“Nothing aside from the obvious. Good old purple enigma. Without the purple this time. Using a shape-shifting Oricountus?”
I grinned, and the enigma turned away, groaning like a teenage drama queen. Ah, good old Kirllia. As lost and confused as ever. For all we know, she could be traitor, or a valuable ally. One we could trust, or one who can’t be trusted. One who would trade her sister for a bag of ice cream, or someone who would kill another to give an inimical person a drippy cup of ice cream. She was a strange one.
The first time I met here was back in Marus. I was sleeping in the castle. During which an assassination, or capturing, was taking place. I was the one to be assassinated, or captured. It was never clear whether it was an assassination or a capturing, regardless, that event is past me now.
Now, I am here to help her. After events in Marus I went to the land of Rebena. There I isolated myself from Nebula, the organization that once tried to assassinate (or capture) me. After I came back to Avar, I was recruited by this organization. They had a phony interview in order to accept me without the public being overly suspicious.
Now I will move in secret. I plan on solving this case once and for all. I will begin with this girl, going from next. Nebula, Fabul, Zebula-three organizations. Three different people. Now we will join the fight. Por Nova Loca… Our name. We will fight and end this fight. Fire with fire. This war will end. For there is no longer war. There was war. Or, back in Rebena, we would say, “Ibi Fuit Bellum.”
The war was a complicated thing. Summing it up in a nutshell is impossible. I spend nearly a decade researching it, and even with the best tools, I still have no clue what happened. Still, we do know a little. There were three places-Marus, Cera, and Rebena. Rebena was an arcane tribe, Marus was the religious and political Capitol of the word, and Cera was an eastern region breaking off from Marus. The Rebena-Cera-Southern Island trade route was cut off during the political debates on whether the country should be split. Both Rebena and the Southern Islands rebelled. Among the Southern Islands was Fabul.
Rebena was later conquered by Fabul. There were rumors of their modus operandi, but nothing made absolutely clear. The odds were against them. Fabul was in a depression; they had no weapons, no ships. Heck, they spent a year just to send an emissary. Yet, Fabulian Empress Enkidu and General Gilgamesh somehow did it. Rebena from the East, Cera from the West. The other Southern sea attacking from, well, the South. Finally, Marus Emperor Martes angered the Northern Marian Holy Land. They rebelled. The Holy Land, Fabul, Cera, the Southern Islands. Martes, Martal, Wolven, and Kirllia-Marus’s generals. Somehow, the land survived.
The entire war is still a mystery to me. Martum was lucky that the purple enigma would join. She was there, back in the war. She would know. If we could only break the enigma and get down into her, we could figure this out. I plan on doing research, and hopefully everything will come to me.
The biggest mystery of all is Oritechnology. Rebena had a delicate fabrication of arcane magic. This magic was stored into crystals, known as Oricounti. An Oricountus could have a lot of potential. They alter the appearance of an individual; they could create a weapon out of nothing. There were some strange things these Oricounti did. They brought someone back to life, they recorded an entire memory of someone, they accomplished time travel, and they even managed to split a single world into five. They are an enigma too.
The purple enigma Kirllia, the Oricounti, and other enigmas like the mysterious assassin and the war’s purpose. The war was one big mystery. The war 30,000 years ago. The global war. A war which was now lost in history, and only few witnesses remain.
I still need to find more about this war, and I feel Kirllia is the key. I hope to come back to each subject with an absolute understanding. At the same time I am here to fulfill my purpose-to stop the last of the war. There still exist people who want to fight this war. The war officially ended when the world was split into five. The process was a risky one-time ordeal. It consisted of life starting anew, long before the war, splitting the world into five, and traveling nearly 30,000 years. Each country, Rebena, the Holy Land, Marus, Cera, and the Southern Islands now a separate world. Isolated, no longer could fight. Peace was here. Yet the people, few in numbers, less than twenty, now continue to fight. I am here to stop them, and I am requested not to use violence. No fun, but hey, orders are orders. Actually, I never planned to use violence. And I think Martum will be a better boss than my old one. That pathetic Ceran general, I could care less for him. And them Cerans.
The door opened. Inside was a room of darkness. The only light was the sun that went threw the glass elevator. Someone shouted, “Names!”
“Kirllia ‘Purple Enigma’ Fabula.”
“Anoah ‘Some Guy Who is Involved in This’ Bervenia.”
A girl shouted. “Let them through. And Anoah Bervenia. Learn some respect. The job interview didn’t exactly give me a good impression. I am watching you. Now listen up. Lights! Guard! Lights!”
The lights flashed on. There existed a horde of guards. All of them uniform. A rifle crossing their chest in one hand. Black military goggles around their eyes. Helmets on their back. And most peculiar of all was their outfits. They were made of fur. A cape in the back. The outfit would not strike as practical, yet there was a reason for their strange outfit.
The troops were aligned in the enclosed room. There were maybe fifty of them. Not a whole lot, but sizable given the others. Over the army loomed a girl. She was no mere girl, she was a leader, a strong person. She was short, had a black dress on. Her black dress appeared to be part of her gray skin, but separate at the same time. As if there was another layer of skin that served as her dress. Her hair didn’t go beyond her shoulders.
I bowed down at the sight of her piercing eyes. I muttered, “Anoah Bervenia, a-a-a-at your service L-L-L-Lady Martum.”
Martum shouted, “Stand up Anoah. Do not submit yourself to me. You are under my command now. We need more information. I want you to go through those memories in the Oricounti around your neck again. You will go to a dinner a building in Time Square. You will attend a dinner and a show. While there you will contact Ceran General Noah. Protect the Purple Enigma with your life. You will just to see if Ceran General Noah can accede to our operations. Martes will be our target. He should accede to our request. Also, Purple Enigma, remove your shape-shifting Oricountus. Don’t drain its energy.”
Kirllia reached behind her. She found the click for a necklace around her, and took off the necklace. At the base of the necklace was a small green crystal-an Oricountus. As the necklace left her, her body transformed. She became the lean, rigid, purple zombie-esque create we know and somewhat loved. Two horns sprouted from her baldhead. For now, the Purple Enigma we all knew and love was in her true form once again. And will be until we left for the party.
Martum shouted, “Anoah Bervenia! Learn some fashion. Your outfit looks so… umm what’s the word? Groovy, ya that’s it. Seriously that chain in the belt, the skin-tight tank top, the jeans. Seriously. Learn some fashion.” Oh, and I thought groovy was a good thing…
I grinned. I commented, “Oh, and I thought you didn’t want me…” I looked up and her eyes glared at me. I commented, “Yes ma’am, duly noted. We will make sure Ceran General Noah accedes to our request to yield to our operations.”
“Anoah. I will put twenty of our troops on standby. Also, you were surprised to find me as your commander? Did you even read the letter I sent you?”
“Not really. Saw Kirllia there and…” again, my eyes came into contact of hers. “I can see how you kept Old Marus in good shape for many years. Sorry ma’am, I will read more carefully next time. Anything else I can do for you ma’am?”
Martum reached behind her and threw a uniform in the air. The uniform landed. It is dry, filthy, and ugly. She shouted, “Wash this. I found it in Tipa. You got rid of it, didn’t you? Wear it. I know you don’t want to wear this, but you must. I know it reminds of him. But face it, you were a medium, a peon, a tool in that operation Anoah. Yes, you hate that assassin. Yes you were created to bring back that assassin to life. And yes, this uniform here is similar the uniform that assassin wears. And yes you look alike,” she whispered a little, “but your new clothing does make you look indistinguishable,” and she promptly went back to shouting, “But you will wear it. Also, I have a formal suit on standby for you to wear. Take the cape off this uniform; don’t wear the cape. Put the before mentioned suit on you over this uniform. Who knows what will happen.”
I follower her orders as much I hated them. This uniform scares me. It was found off the corpse of a fallen Fabulian soldier. The suit was in good shape, and was in perfect conditions if you could look over the bloodstains. It was green, skintight. There were no sleeves, but covered the body ever so well. It was an assassin-class uniform. I hated it. I did not want to be reminded of that assassin. I don’t want to be reminded we are the same person. I don’t want to be reminded I am a clone. A clone whose purpose was to bring the original assassin back to life, a medium between the world of the living and the world of the dead. The assassin who served Cera for so many years. He adopted the name ‘Anoah’ then, saying he wasn’t Ceran General Noah. He destroyed my town, for no clear reason. He was brought back to life and then left. Just left.
Now I am back here for one reason. I am serving this small organization in order to protect Kirllia. She is an enigma. Deep down is the secret to this mystery. I only have a vague understanding of what is going on. Yet these people need to understand something. The war is over. The war they fought 30,000 years ago. They managed to escape a calamity that restarted the war, but had to be frozen in time in order to do so. Now they returned, about ten years ago. They need to understand each other. They need closure. This war no longer has a purpose. They are fighting for naught. I want to stop this fighting. No, I am not doing this for honor or virtue. I am doing this for a different reason.
I may have a pistol in one hand, and an arcane power in the other, but I am not here to fight them. Even if they are our enemies today, I cherish each one. The events in Marus seven years ago were strange. However, during that time I was changing sides. I had no idea what I was doing. However, I began to feel them. I began to know them. I began to love them. For I cannot see one of them die. I want to end this fight. I want to end it because I love them.
Edit: Forgot the form, sorry about that
Story title: Ibi Fuit Bellum
Fandom (preferably pokémon): Final Fantasy? (Due to the fact the FF elements are small, may remove it, thus leaving no fandom)
Plot summary: A war long ago has come to an end (about 30,000 years ago). The world was eventually thrown into a political battle in which both sides could win, due to advancements is Oritechnology (made up word, Oricounti are magical crystals with power that often deal with energy and dimensions) both sides could summon allies over and over, and essentially create a nearly endless war. After awhile, a general of Cera (a province involved in the conflict) decided to use the knowledge of Oricounti and decided to essentially restart the world. However, many of the key leaders managed to use the the Oricounti to travel accross time, all to 30,000 years from the start of the new planet. Now, the new land is compromised of five worlds-Fabul, Cera, Marus, Rebena, and Avar. Avar, the world you know, this world, is where all three major organization settle-Nebula, Zebula, and Fabul. Now these three people are still fighting. Prior to this event though, Nebula infiltrated Marus in an attempt to revive an assassin that made a huge difference during the previous war (the revival succeeded). During this time though, they got a boy named Anoah caught up in their war of theirs. Anoah had no intention of fighting in the war. Before he left however Kirllia, a victim, and soldier, during the war give him a Oricounti that gave him a vision of her past, and still expanding on what happened during that war. And then he begins to feel pity for the others who can't seem to stop fighting
During this time he begins to realize why everyone is fighting, and feels that he cannot just a blind eye. He returns to Avar (where they are now settled) and enrolls in a new organization who intends to stop the fighting (the organization above). There he intends on figuring out why everyone is fighting, and use that to stop him. He wants to go for the hardest one first, and the one who he feels is the least motivated in this war, Kirllia. Kirllia's motive was never made clear, nor anything she says. That is why she earned the title the "Purple Enigma," since she is a mystery (in her normal state she is zombie-ish looking and her skin is purple). That is the plot summary in a nutshell. Granted, I will pace the story so I am not rushing many things at one time.
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: PG-13
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Chapter 1-The Purple Enigma Kirllia
An envelope lay open on the nearby table. It was a big empty envelope. Papers were scattered across the table. They were various forms and essays. Most were completed and stacked quickly upon each other with no organization. Each form had barely legible handwriting, while older unrelated papers around the room were written legibly. For the last form was completed, slapped onto the pile. For I was finally done with this application!
Several weeks past and I got a call. They said they wanted to talk to me. They will hire me for their special job, but they had to do a mock interview. I was anxious as I entered the room. I saw a girl there with glasses and was fatter than an elephant.
“Do you know what we had to do with you?”
I leaned back and grinned. Oh, this is going to be good. The interviewer picked up her sandwich. She put her hands together causing the mayonnaise to drip. She put the sandwich in her mouth, ripped off a piece, and put down again only to repeat the same process five minutes later. “We had to spend,” she took out her tongue and liked mayonnaise off her face, “thirty minutes,” then took another bite of her sandwich, “organizing your papers.” She gobbled down the last of her sandwich before she could say more.
I continued grinning. They weren’t going to decline me no matter what. I was of too much use for them. I really don’t really give a damn about this crime war we have now. I just want her back, Kirllia. Okay, so I don’t just want Kirllia back, I want more. But she doesn’t deserve to be in her, she was manipulated too much. Kirllia-that purple enigma. And it isn’t just Kirllia. I don’t want to commit to the war, I would prefer to stop it civilly, although fat chance of that. I asked, “Am I gettin’ the job?”
“Ya, you will because my employer Martum said you will get the job no matter what. Pathetic, if I were in charge I would have not considered you at all. What is your name again? Something strange like Ajohn? No. Anathan. No, err… paranoia? Oh no, that’s my cats name.”
“You know, them thirty minutes could have been your disorganization.”
She rolled her eyes. She signed a paper and slid towards me with a fierce anger. She shouted, “Go, I will have another lunch to eat. Second floor on the right, and then take the elevator up to the top floor. There you will meet a girl by the name of Martum Martin. Strange name, no, well first name? Actually, she thought Martin was a rare and symbolic name. She didn’t know its common in this world. The last name she thought was common.”
Ah yes. The good old Martins. Yes, Martin is common last name in this world of Avar, but where they came from it was more than just a mere name. I wonder if she even know why she is hiring. This interview was pathetic, its all for show. If she knew what she was hiring for, she would have recognized my name instantly, and would have known the meaning of the name Martin. Oh well. I got the job. I already got the job when I filled out the forms. They just need something to show court in the event they got suspicious.
I followed the directions and entered the elevator. I saw the buildings of New York City in the distance of the glass elevator. People working, living their lives. Heh, I wonder when they could figure out when their city will fall. After all, a city has fallen victim to people after the war. A town I loved and cherished, loathed and feared at the same time. I moved to another town after that city fell. There I constantly said, “Amitto patriam. Patria amittetur a Alexendria espra.” I looked below at the south end of the elevator while reminiscing on my past.
I could see myself being reflected. I saw my black almost skin-tight sleeveless shirt, wavy brown hair, and blue jeans. I could feel myself fiddling with the wool inside my pockets. I could here the silence the elevator I hide whenever I grinned.
The elevator opened. There I saw a girl with long blonde hair walk on. Ah yes, the purple enigma, and right on time. Except currently without the purple! She was disguised as young girl with long curly blond hair going down to her knees, with brown eyes. She wore nothing but black shirt and skirt. She shouted, “Head up mister! Get your back straight or perhaps I need to run a series called the Melancholy of Anoah Bervenia and then later make another rip-off called Unlucky Pentacle that makes fun of the previous anime.”
“Oh, and then you will have to make a game called Kirllia Fabula-Damned Defendant. So, let us stop treasure-hunting for the day, okay?”
“You just treasure hunted you idort.”
“I don’t own any video game consoles you idiot.”
“And you have it mister. That it. You. Me. Tonight. South part of town in front of the police station. Magic vs. axe fight! Any objections?”
“Nothing aside from the obvious. Good old purple enigma. Without the purple this time. Using a shape-shifting Oricountus?”
I grinned, and the enigma turned away, groaning like a teenage drama queen. Ah, good old Kirllia. As lost and confused as ever. For all we know, she could be traitor, or a valuable ally. One we could trust, or one who can’t be trusted. One who would trade her sister for a bag of ice cream, or someone who would kill another to give an inimical person a drippy cup of ice cream. She was a strange one.
The first time I met here was back in Marus. I was sleeping in the castle. During which an assassination, or capturing, was taking place. I was the one to be assassinated, or captured. It was never clear whether it was an assassination or a capturing, regardless, that event is past me now.
Now, I am here to help her. After events in Marus I went to the land of Rebena. There I isolated myself from Nebula, the organization that once tried to assassinate (or capture) me. After I came back to Avar, I was recruited by this organization. They had a phony interview in order to accept me without the public being overly suspicious.
Now I will move in secret. I plan on solving this case once and for all. I will begin with this girl, going from next. Nebula, Fabul, Zebula-three organizations. Three different people. Now we will join the fight. Por Nova Loca… Our name. We will fight and end this fight. Fire with fire. This war will end. For there is no longer war. There was war. Or, back in Rebena, we would say, “Ibi Fuit Bellum.”
The war was a complicated thing. Summing it up in a nutshell is impossible. I spend nearly a decade researching it, and even with the best tools, I still have no clue what happened. Still, we do know a little. There were three places-Marus, Cera, and Rebena. Rebena was an arcane tribe, Marus was the religious and political Capitol of the word, and Cera was an eastern region breaking off from Marus. The Rebena-Cera-Southern Island trade route was cut off during the political debates on whether the country should be split. Both Rebena and the Southern Islands rebelled. Among the Southern Islands was Fabul.
Rebena was later conquered by Fabul. There were rumors of their modus operandi, but nothing made absolutely clear. The odds were against them. Fabul was in a depression; they had no weapons, no ships. Heck, they spent a year just to send an emissary. Yet, Fabulian Empress Enkidu and General Gilgamesh somehow did it. Rebena from the East, Cera from the West. The other Southern sea attacking from, well, the South. Finally, Marus Emperor Martes angered the Northern Marian Holy Land. They rebelled. The Holy Land, Fabul, Cera, the Southern Islands. Martes, Martal, Wolven, and Kirllia-Marus’s generals. Somehow, the land survived.
The entire war is still a mystery to me. Martum was lucky that the purple enigma would join. She was there, back in the war. She would know. If we could only break the enigma and get down into her, we could figure this out. I plan on doing research, and hopefully everything will come to me.
The biggest mystery of all is Oritechnology. Rebena had a delicate fabrication of arcane magic. This magic was stored into crystals, known as Oricounti. An Oricountus could have a lot of potential. They alter the appearance of an individual; they could create a weapon out of nothing. There were some strange things these Oricounti did. They brought someone back to life, they recorded an entire memory of someone, they accomplished time travel, and they even managed to split a single world into five. They are an enigma too.
The purple enigma Kirllia, the Oricounti, and other enigmas like the mysterious assassin and the war’s purpose. The war was one big mystery. The war 30,000 years ago. The global war. A war which was now lost in history, and only few witnesses remain.
I still need to find more about this war, and I feel Kirllia is the key. I hope to come back to each subject with an absolute understanding. At the same time I am here to fulfill my purpose-to stop the last of the war. There still exist people who want to fight this war. The war officially ended when the world was split into five. The process was a risky one-time ordeal. It consisted of life starting anew, long before the war, splitting the world into five, and traveling nearly 30,000 years. Each country, Rebena, the Holy Land, Marus, Cera, and the Southern Islands now a separate world. Isolated, no longer could fight. Peace was here. Yet the people, few in numbers, less than twenty, now continue to fight. I am here to stop them, and I am requested not to use violence. No fun, but hey, orders are orders. Actually, I never planned to use violence. And I think Martum will be a better boss than my old one. That pathetic Ceran general, I could care less for him. And them Cerans.
The door opened. Inside was a room of darkness. The only light was the sun that went threw the glass elevator. Someone shouted, “Names!”
“Kirllia ‘Purple Enigma’ Fabula.”
“Anoah ‘Some Guy Who is Involved in This’ Bervenia.”
A girl shouted. “Let them through. And Anoah Bervenia. Learn some respect. The job interview didn’t exactly give me a good impression. I am watching you. Now listen up. Lights! Guard! Lights!”
The lights flashed on. There existed a horde of guards. All of them uniform. A rifle crossing their chest in one hand. Black military goggles around their eyes. Helmets on their back. And most peculiar of all was their outfits. They were made of fur. A cape in the back. The outfit would not strike as practical, yet there was a reason for their strange outfit.
The troops were aligned in the enclosed room. There were maybe fifty of them. Not a whole lot, but sizable given the others. Over the army loomed a girl. She was no mere girl, she was a leader, a strong person. She was short, had a black dress on. Her black dress appeared to be part of her gray skin, but separate at the same time. As if there was another layer of skin that served as her dress. Her hair didn’t go beyond her shoulders.
I bowed down at the sight of her piercing eyes. I muttered, “Anoah Bervenia, a-a-a-at your service L-L-L-Lady Martum.”
Martum shouted, “Stand up Anoah. Do not submit yourself to me. You are under my command now. We need more information. I want you to go through those memories in the Oricounti around your neck again. You will go to a dinner a building in Time Square. You will attend a dinner and a show. While there you will contact Ceran General Noah. Protect the Purple Enigma with your life. You will just to see if Ceran General Noah can accede to our operations. Martes will be our target. He should accede to our request. Also, Purple Enigma, remove your shape-shifting Oricountus. Don’t drain its energy.”
Kirllia reached behind her. She found the click for a necklace around her, and took off the necklace. At the base of the necklace was a small green crystal-an Oricountus. As the necklace left her, her body transformed. She became the lean, rigid, purple zombie-esque create we know and somewhat loved. Two horns sprouted from her baldhead. For now, the Purple Enigma we all knew and love was in her true form once again. And will be until we left for the party.
Martum shouted, “Anoah Bervenia! Learn some fashion. Your outfit looks so… umm what’s the word? Groovy, ya that’s it. Seriously that chain in the belt, the skin-tight tank top, the jeans. Seriously. Learn some fashion.” Oh, and I thought groovy was a good thing…
I grinned. I commented, “Oh, and I thought you didn’t want me…” I looked up and her eyes glared at me. I commented, “Yes ma’am, duly noted. We will make sure Ceran General Noah accedes to our request to yield to our operations.”
“Anoah. I will put twenty of our troops on standby. Also, you were surprised to find me as your commander? Did you even read the letter I sent you?”
“Not really. Saw Kirllia there and…” again, my eyes came into contact of hers. “I can see how you kept Old Marus in good shape for many years. Sorry ma’am, I will read more carefully next time. Anything else I can do for you ma’am?”
Martum reached behind her and threw a uniform in the air. The uniform landed. It is dry, filthy, and ugly. She shouted, “Wash this. I found it in Tipa. You got rid of it, didn’t you? Wear it. I know you don’t want to wear this, but you must. I know it reminds of him. But face it, you were a medium, a peon, a tool in that operation Anoah. Yes, you hate that assassin. Yes you were created to bring back that assassin to life. And yes, this uniform here is similar the uniform that assassin wears. And yes you look alike,” she whispered a little, “but your new clothing does make you look indistinguishable,” and she promptly went back to shouting, “But you will wear it. Also, I have a formal suit on standby for you to wear. Take the cape off this uniform; don’t wear the cape. Put the before mentioned suit on you over this uniform. Who knows what will happen.”
I follower her orders as much I hated them. This uniform scares me. It was found off the corpse of a fallen Fabulian soldier. The suit was in good shape, and was in perfect conditions if you could look over the bloodstains. It was green, skintight. There were no sleeves, but covered the body ever so well. It was an assassin-class uniform. I hated it. I did not want to be reminded of that assassin. I don’t want to be reminded we are the same person. I don’t want to be reminded I am a clone. A clone whose purpose was to bring the original assassin back to life, a medium between the world of the living and the world of the dead. The assassin who served Cera for so many years. He adopted the name ‘Anoah’ then, saying he wasn’t Ceran General Noah. He destroyed my town, for no clear reason. He was brought back to life and then left. Just left.
Now I am back here for one reason. I am serving this small organization in order to protect Kirllia. She is an enigma. Deep down is the secret to this mystery. I only have a vague understanding of what is going on. Yet these people need to understand something. The war is over. The war they fought 30,000 years ago. They managed to escape a calamity that restarted the war, but had to be frozen in time in order to do so. Now they returned, about ten years ago. They need to understand each other. They need closure. This war no longer has a purpose. They are fighting for naught. I want to stop this fighting. No, I am not doing this for honor or virtue. I am doing this for a different reason.
I may have a pistol in one hand, and an arcane power in the other, but I am not here to fight them. Even if they are our enemies today, I cherish each one. The events in Marus seven years ago were strange. However, during that time I was changing sides. I had no idea what I was doing. However, I began to feel them. I began to know them. I began to love them. For I cannot see one of them die. I want to end this fight. I want to end it because I love them.
Edit: Forgot the form, sorry about that
Story title: Ibi Fuit Bellum
Fandom (preferably pokémon): Final Fantasy? (Due to the fact the FF elements are small, may remove it, thus leaving no fandom)
Plot summary: A war long ago has come to an end (about 30,000 years ago). The world was eventually thrown into a political battle in which both sides could win, due to advancements is Oritechnology (made up word, Oricounti are magical crystals with power that often deal with energy and dimensions) both sides could summon allies over and over, and essentially create a nearly endless war. After awhile, a general of Cera (a province involved in the conflict) decided to use the knowledge of Oricounti and decided to essentially restart the world. However, many of the key leaders managed to use the the Oricounti to travel accross time, all to 30,000 years from the start of the new planet. Now, the new land is compromised of five worlds-Fabul, Cera, Marus, Rebena, and Avar. Avar, the world you know, this world, is where all three major organization settle-Nebula, Zebula, and Fabul. Now these three people are still fighting. Prior to this event though, Nebula infiltrated Marus in an attempt to revive an assassin that made a huge difference during the previous war (the revival succeeded). During this time though, they got a boy named Anoah caught up in their war of theirs. Anoah had no intention of fighting in the war. Before he left however Kirllia, a victim, and soldier, during the war give him a Oricounti that gave him a vision of her past, and still expanding on what happened during that war. And then he begins to feel pity for the others who can't seem to stop fighting
During this time he begins to realize why everyone is fighting, and feels that he cannot just a blind eye. He returns to Avar (where they are now settled) and enrolls in a new organization who intends to stop the fighting (the organization above). There he intends on figuring out why everyone is fighting, and use that to stop him. He wants to go for the hardest one first, and the one who he feels is the least motivated in this war, Kirllia. Kirllia's motive was never made clear, nor anything she says. That is why she earned the title the "Purple Enigma," since she is a mystery (in her normal state she is zombie-ish looking and her skin is purple). That is the plot summary in a nutshell. Granted, I will pace the story so I am not rushing many things at one time.
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: PG-13
Mentor needed: ONe that can help with description, clarity, and fluency
Prior writing experience: Nothing really
Preferred mentor (optional): N/A
Writing sample (optional, but expected): See above
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