AE story

Chapter One

~..Rebirth..~


Through the echoing whistles in the corridors of this long forgotten castle, the shrieks of terror now spread across these long forgotten hallways. With a burst of shrieks and tears, there was a brief and welcoming expulsion in the air. Steaming through the once empty hallways, the breath of fascinated people now stormed across this forsaken castle. Shrouding the cries of a newly born child, a young man by the name of Artix now stood before a long majestic bed, anchoring himself to the ground his eyes were a steaming hazel color. His voice was dampening, the room grew cold as he spoke now, "This is the boy.. The child the prophet once spoke of.." the crowd of civilians now grew loud in gasping moans. Artix now briefly let his hands perimeter themselves around this child's torso to move his figure up into the air, slightly above his head. The child now smiling down towards this man, Artix chanted several words in which no mortal could even begin to understand. "~Schlevak, Crynigv, pirnuyt, slkart, veyroin. Within moments of these clouded words a mere shadow emerged from the depths of the shadows lurking in this room. A shrill laughter now circled around this child in a depressing cold, and damp mist. The baby huffed in terror before this shadow as the shadow now echoed from it's lung cavities, "..This is the boy whom shall tear me from my bondaged soul.." now moments from the shrill voice, the room grew still, this boy was gone from all eyes, along with the never to be forgotten shadow whom spoke such (Deranged) words. Could it be? Could all hope be gone with this demonic shadow from who knows where? No that cannot be.. Exclaimed Artix as he now ran from this room, his legs were carrying him as fast as they could possibly move, along with the calming enchantments of the lady Beleen, the mistress and queen of all of Battleon! She was very much aware of the powers lurking in this child, and was indeed worried for the sake of her kingdom. Now standing out before the raining clouds, Artix lifted his blade, the blinding light of destiny; into the air, yelling from the top of his lungs, Battle on!!!

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Chapter Two

The Tainting



It had been a long night for this family, who was oh so tired from the process of birth, all the way to the theft of this forsaken child whom had the destiny in which would save or disrupt the balance of the world. It was now late in the evening, the walls of a new darkening lair now echoed with the sound of footsteps, it seemed to be that a large fleet of soldiers were approaching the home of the shadowy figure whom now has the prophecy child. The shadowy figure Drakath was giggling?! What could this mean for the soldiers who were nearing the fortress?! It was mere seconds of walking through these admp woods, before an elderly knight exclaimed, "I SEEITH THOU FORTRESS, LETITH SLAY THY BEAST!!!!" the soldiers now jumped in pride, as they charged towards the open castle walls. Artix was amongst this group of soldiers, very aware of his surroundings; and familiar with the woods around them he knew something was wrong but had nothing to say. The soldiers came rushing through the open gates of this doorway to notice a dead corpse laying on the marble plastered floors of the castle. Approaching it the hearts of these many soldiers sank, could it be? Could the lost child be dead on the floor of the enemies castle?! "NO!" yelled Artix, as he ran through the group of soldiers wearing the Swordhaven insignia, during the brief time he was sprinting there was not much going on in this mans mind apart from he must save the child! Drakath was simply standing down the hallway, in the slightest bit of light only to reveal his clothing.. He had long black robes etching over his flesh and bone dangling down beside his feet, wings that had been chaoruppted were folded along his spinal section, along with all of this there was a smoldering blood crown that must have been given to him by miltonius, the undead general of the underworld. "Why hello Artix.. You are a bit late.." spoke Drakath, now pointing to three tied up figures beside his figure! "H..how did you.. How did you do this.." Artix mumbled unable to turn away from these figures..

(Who could they be?!!? Stay tuned for tomorrows chapter of, Compensating Bio-Carnage!)

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Chapter Three

Twist One!


Drakath now huffed in a deep motion of the air from his lungs. Turning away from the three bodies Drakath now snickered, the demonic males hand floating up to let the three bodies drop from the upright position dead in their spots with a brief smile. Artix coughed before he fell to the cold, dusty marble floor in tears. "M..mother.. F..father.. T..tomix.." Artix mumbled watching the lifeless corpses now drop away from his rather small figure. The halls now echoed, the dust fluttering down away from the beams of light and the shelves of potions which inhabit the crusty, and decaying walls. But the room was oh so still, what had happened to the child of prophet?.. Artix grasped his own waist before pulsating upwards with his blinding light of destiny, axe out towards Drakath! His blade was deflected lightly by the opposing males shadow of miltonius. Sliding back on his heels Artix took yet another swing, the air around this large blade was fluctuating away, his blade was once more only deflected by the smooth fluent slash of his enemy. Drakath was now roaring in laughter, "Hahahahahaha!!!!!" the demonic males hand rotated upwards with a rapid cleave to rapture into artix's own blade. The blade of artix now snapped into halves, the foes blade was surely going to cut open the corroded artery?!?! Something had stopped his blade though, what was this force..? Looking around his sides, the tall slim male being Drakath, not noticed that the child Skeletalfate, otherwise known as Venaliter Valentine, was holding the blade of Oblivion, the most powerful known blade to the Lolosia kingdom. What was also odd, was the child was no longer a mere baby.. His hair now grew in length, just dipping past his eyes similar to cysero, the colors morphed from a white to a deep mahogany, His muscles were defining, the veins and ligaments in the limbs defined the maturely tanned flesh of so much more. His eyes were a slight shade of purple, and lastly, his height was easily 6 foot 2. Only to raise his hand the male let the shadow of miltonius fly from Drakath's hand across this tattered room. There was a short gasp from the group of finely dressed soldiers, as each and every one of them now fled this castle, the shrieks of demons were heard from afar, as the soldiers tore through the beasts that lay through this god forsaken forest back to swordhaven! The paleness of Artix was blood curdling, as he only stood there in a moment of awe.. Valentine, now rose from the squatting position in which he now stand, to bring forth the Book Of Lore! The two remaining males now steamed through the roof to fade out into the cold wet night. Drakath was left there in a deep confusion, and the pain of losing to a newly born Creature. Several moments now had passed before Artix was awoken by the scent of finely cooked sneevil meat, rushing his way towards the table of an empty hut, the books from shelves scattered across the ground, and the walls finely painted, this did not seem right but not did he ask what was happening. Upon entering the kitchen the male came to a halt to now ask the male Valentine this.. "What happened to you..?" Valentine only smiled, his warming gaze was enough to make any man or woman the utmost calm and relaxed. His lips spread widely only to.. ~To be continued