All Hail Barracutus *On Hold*

War is ripe for the planet of Sempiterna. For generations the twelve major tribes/species (Unless you believe in the tales of the Wizards who say there are thirteen) have very little knowledge of the meaning of the word "peace". Only recently has the tribe of the Svets Deus brought about an era of peace.
In the meanwhile, Barracutus, a normal Kyanos Diamon, struggles to solve the past about the ancient forefathers of Sempiterna. Though could the knowledge of the ancient forefathers be a bigger mystery than he had originally thought it to be? Read throughout to uncover the history of Sempiterna in the first book of an epic trilogy.

(New chapter released every week)

**Please feel free to comment if you believe I made any mistakes in grammar, spelling, etc. Also any constructive criticism and that stuff would be nice** ** Finally, Story Rating: 13+ (Subtle, some-what descriptive violence)**


18. Chapter 16: A World in Distress

Figmus and the other imprisoned Kyanos Diamons heard resounding footsteps come closer and closer. Normally, it was just a sound of staggering footsteps except this time, they were accompanied by the dragging of knees. Around the corner the Svets Deus whispered, "We will need more Diamons at this rate."

Abruptly in what seemed to be a short while, the Svets Deus appeared in-front of the Diamons' cell. They opened it and brutally threw Barracutus in amongst them. The one Svets Deus turned around and suddenly felt paralyzed. He looked back and saw that Figmus had already leaped forward and impaled him through the spinal cord with a rusted dagger. The Svets Deus began to see the dagger being twisted and became lifeless. His head dropped and his muscles turned limber.

Figmus removed the jailor's sword and tossed it back to Bucefulus. Instantly, Bucefulus ran out of the cell and threw the sword like a boomerang in the back of the other Svets Deus who was in a dash. The sword pierced through easily and after struggling to walk the Svets Deus collapsed to the floor. The other warriors searched the Svets Deus for any possible weapons to use and then put their bodies in their cell's corner.

Figmus came close to Barracutus who was stunningly still just laying where he was thrown. "What is wrong Barracutus? We are on our path to escape; get up and we will be free!"

Barracutus pushed himself in an upright position with his arms and answered, "My legs... I can't feel my legs. You should leave me, I am of no use to anyone now."

One of the warriors interrupted, "Barracutus is right. We must leave him."

"No," Figmus commanded, "I will carry him upon my shoulder. If you are willing to leave him, then you will also leave me." Figmus directed his speech to Barracutus,"Do not worry my amicus, there is a healer I know of who may be able to help. I promise you will be able to return to Kratern Topp and be honored in the Temple of Hewhay for your deeds."

Barracutus gave a slanted smile and questioned, "How can you be so sure? In my honor, I ask that you do not risk yourselves for my imminent death. Even you must know that the healer you speak of can never return me to normal."

"I know because I have learned to follow my own footsteps. Nevertheless, we won't be risking anything." At saying this, Figmus took Barracutus over his shoulder and carried the dagger in the other hand.

Horribleecus came up to Barracutus and turned away at the sight. He couldn't stand to see Barracutus's eyes full of so much pain and hurt. "We should move before the suspicions of the jailors' return is questioned and checked," Bucefulus stated and went on, "It would be wise if we could find any records in the 'research facility' where Barracutus was taken."

The warriors agreed and started to run to the entrance to the research laboratory. "To the left," Barracutus whispered. As they continued down the labyrinth of hallways, they reached an elaborate door which bore symbols of the ancient languages:

U l T l E    .    E l X l H

U l B l S    .    N l O l P

I  l E l S    .    E l H l  I

Inside, the blood was still fresh on the tools and the table, on the shelves were beakers and jars of flesh from all sorts of specimens. Though near a table were two notes with bloody fingerprint markings of a Svets Deus. Minos picked them up and read,

    "Orders from the leader of our glorious rebellion, Maria Salvatrix: Be sure to get all of the research you need from our newly arrived specimens. Keep in mind though, our time is short, and you need to accelerate your process. I understand you have nine others, it would not harm us to lose a few. After all, they will be starved when we are finished with them. If you still wish to keep your place in our ranks and be among the few to join the Seclusion, you Will do as I command. See to it that I am not disappointed."

    "Pheonix Nicon's blessings are upon us my warriors. Yet again we have learned the weaknesses of the others and soon enough we will no longer have any. Recent expeditions have come in and we see a light shining unlike any other. The promising evidence and proof can only lead us to assume that Pheonix Nicon will return sooner than we have expected. He leads us through the fires and through the fires we emerge. Stay strong my bretheren for the Seclusions will no longer be needed if nicon arrives to us."

"So the rebellion is based upon a cult?" Questioned Horribleecus. The warriors were all stunned that the Svets Deus believed that Pheonix Nicon could have lived for over a thousand years. It was impossible to even live half a thousand years. To believe in his returning was blasphemy.

Minos replied, "I suppose it would appear so."

The Diamons headed out of the research facility and continued to thier escape. They continued catiously but surprisingly, they never heard or saw anyone besides each other. "Please help me," the mangled Black Alien begged.

Bucefulus and the others jumped back in alarm from the Black Aliens sudden voice. "He would be but dead weight to us, and frankly we already have enough." Bucefulus declared.

"My followers," The Black Alien continued, "My followers can carry my own weight. Please I seek your trust."

Barracutus looked into the dying eyes of the Black Alien and ordered, "Figmus, trust him. He does not wish us harm."

"Step back then," Figmus told the Black Alien. He rested Barracutus against the walls and kicked the prison door down. The clang echoed loudly down the quorridors of the prison. "Where are your followers then?" He asked.

The Black Alien told him that there were fifteen others just down near the exit. Quickly the warriors dragged the Black Alien down until his followers could carry him. Within minutes Figmus was able to bash the cell doors down with his sheer strength and released the fifteen other prisoners.

Barracutus smiled as best he could once they were all free and tried to shout, "Together we are strong. Now comes our resurrection!"


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