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)**

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22. Chapter 20: The Bleeding Rock

The dragons halted suddenly as they approached the Dark Crystals. Their eyes widened, and they began shaking in fear. The forest was of deep, purple crystals with jagged edges that jutted out. These kinds of forests were extremely rare on Sempiterna, as they were nearly all depleted. They were superior in any form of art and construction. The warriors knew they would need to disembark. Perhaps the Wizards had cast a spell to incite fear on any wild beasts. So now, they were to go forward on foot. As soon as the warriors were off the wagon, the dragons darted away from the forest leaving a thick trail of dust behind them.

Horribleecus then ordered Bucefulus and Minos to carry Barracutus upon their shoulders. Both Bucefulus and Minos pledged that their life was now collateral with Barracutus's and not a hand would touch him. However, Barracutus was sick and had lost consciousness; he was faint and dying. His heart was no longer beating repeatedly, but for every time it did, it was a relief to all those close to him.

Horribleecus whispered to his amicus, "Do not leave us." He looked upon Barracutus with grief then directed his voice to Minos, "Do you believe he will make it?"

Minos looked to him sincerely and said, "I cannot be sure. He only lives on because of his spirit within. Regardless of what happens, he will be more than lucky to walk away from this."

Slowly, the warriors took a last look away from the plains of Sempiterna and then entered the Dark Crystals. Memories ran through their heads. They had been through so much, and now... now they were starting on another path, one which seemed to have no ending. None of them knew how it was going to turn out, but together they would rise or fall sharing their fate as one. So, Horribleecus would be the first to enter, followed by the Black Alien's leader.

The forest was very dense with only one small pathway that was laced with stones glowing pink. The forest seemed to go on forever and seemed to be shifting back and forth. It was silent, but eyes of some type of creature were glimmering in the darkness keeping watch as the group passed by. Thunder from the Mountain of Storms, far off in the distance, boomed through into the forest. The crystals shook as they heard the mountain's call, the ground quaked in submission, and the stones jumped with dread.

Eventually, the warriors followed the path and made it to a cleared area of the forest. Though surprisingly, it only grew darker. The crystals only created a large dome to which the warriors could see their reflections. It was smooth unlike the rest of the forest and almost like it was measured to perfection. In the middle was an elevated, rounded boulder with markings of a dialect of the Wizard's language. Horribleecus stood in the middle of the boulder, and just then Figmus's scrolls began to glow:

    "The Second Chapter:

You have followed the path through the darkness, and now I can only hope that you still listen to my words. It is through the words I have given you, with which will make you thrive. Silence seems to be in every word, but for me they shout as loud as a dragon's roar. Hear my voice hidden within, and let not the presence of time distract you.

 

We all dipped our hands in the blood

And played with the edge of our sword--

Our sword which quickly became our lord.

Though I have lived in the fire of pain.

So, there I cannot say there is any gain.

 

This has been the temptation of Diamons.

We do not seek to restore this home--

This home where so many roam.

Come to realize that you need to restore;

So please, flee from the need of war.

 

Patience to you, for time opens doors.

I promise you: a door of any kind--

Any kind even that of the mind.

Come to the places of unknowns;

So, for you: under the stones.

 

The stars will rise, and the stars will fall; this I have told you before. The dragons weep, and the dragons run; this you have seen before. The spirits burn, and the spirits die: this you have known before. The falling star, the falling star- it comes down as it dances in fire. The weeping dragon the weeping dragon- it will come back with no regrets. The burning spirit, the burning spirit- it will rise from the ashes of oblivion."

 

Horribleecus unsheathed his dagger and took a knee. He took the knife and slit it across his wrist letting blood drip, drip to the boulder. Bucefulus violently ran up to Horribleecus and ripped the dagger from his hand. "What are you doing?!" Bucefulus exclaimed.

"The door needed Diamon blood," Horribleecus said and continued, "Or would it be better to say stone?"

Suddenly, the markings began to shine on the boulder and reflected its light onto the dome of crystals. It was an ancient planetarium right before their eyes. However, it looked as if it served more than that one purpose. Slowly, the boulder began to rotate, and a stairwell surfaced leading down into the ground.

Horribleecus asked Minos, "Is he..."

"He is still with us, but he will need this so called 'Renovatio's' help soon, or he will surely pass on to the seven realms."

"Then we haven't a minute to waste."

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