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)**


24. Chapter 22: Whispers in the Fire

The warriors continued down the tunnels lit by green, dancing fire and pink gems glowing from the ceiling. Drops of water splashed and echoed when they hit the floor. As the warriors advanced into the caverns, a thick haze began to cloud their sight. Slowly, the haze became thicker as they continued on until they could see only inches in front of them. Their eyes began to water, and they began to gasp for air.

"We should turn back now while we still have the chance." Bucefulus spoke as a glimpse of his brother flashed through his thoughts. "What more can we gain than going deeper into the endless tunnels?"

Horribleecus returned, "We can gain nothing; though, Barracutus can gain everything." Horribleecus continued walking when suddenly he gave a loud shout.

The warriors' hearts began to throb when they began chasing off into the direction where Horribleecus's shout had originated from. Quickly, the warriors stepped out of the blinding haze and trampled upon each other. Beneath laid Horribleecus. "We thought you had been killed." Minos said in apology as he was getting up and brushing himself off.

"Fortunately, no though I might have been had you ran any harder," sarcastically remarked Horribleecus. "But look. the haze is like a wall and comes no further into this room." Horribleecus pointed toward the haze which seemed to be frightened to go any deeper.

The warriors gathered themselves together once again, and they found themselves in a rectangular room. On one side, a mosaic wall was made of stones, which glowed of many different colors. Together, they made a picture of the Seeker with his sword held high above his head as he rode a red dragon with blue eyes and torn, black wings.

"Interesting," the leader of the Black Aliens said, "These Wizards seem to know a great deal on the Seeker... almost as if they had met him personally. Perhaps their once beloved savior long ago, considering the fact that red dragons have been gone for so long. Look at the green stones... They form a message by themselves, as well as the pink ones. A rather complementary message I believe."

The warriors looked to the stones, and the mosaic read, "Pink is the color of blood: blood which has been purified, enlightened, and refined in enmity's fire. It leads our way in the darkness, for it has not only accepted darkness to be its own; but it has dwelt in it for so long. It knows no other than death, and through death it gives life. It speaks no other than pain, yet through pain it gives renewal. It has been given a chance of peace, yet still it chooses to suffer for others. It is a rose that never withers; it is our guide to which we find shelter. The echoes of our past will never dwindle away into the abyss. For we are in the abyss, and where else will it choose to go? The fire only consumes to have more. That is its nature; that is its legacy. Green is the color which always seeks more. Though it is balanced in its cause. It does not burn too bright nor does it burn too little. Choosing to do either would surely cause it to cease eventually. No, it does not run. It stays here only refining more of the world's pain. It stays here because it knows that everything eventually plunges into the abyss. It is here because the past will always echo. Those who listen will hear whispers in the fire. Now it is clear that the true warrior's heart always seeks to suffer for the pain of others..."

The warriors' attention was quickly redirected when a green fire burst into flames in the middle of the room. It burned softly and very tranquil as the flames flickered. The warriors sat around the fire taking a rest in the cave. Abruptly, from out of the haze a dry, rasping voice stated as a shady figure approached, "I would have expected you sooner... ... Horribleecus."


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...