The Guardian of the Forest
Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 9:21 pm
Laying in the bed with legs stretched and arms folded behind his head, the Heavy Blade began to drift away in his own thoughts. He began looking back into the past before any of the Freedom Fighter business came to be. A time where everything was carefree and the game was just that: a game for pleasure instead of a living world. How many times the real life player of Hacorie had wished he could always just live in The World to escape his problems were uncountable. He always told himself his life was shit and could be much better, referring to the students in school who were gifted by being born into families of wealth. Hac...no Nathan, he was an unfortunate one who did not get to have the perks of everything he wanted. The boy had to work since age of sixteen to even be able to afford the basic necessities for everyday living. It was an unfortunate event to see this lone boy work on his own for his own belongings, but then again it was quite admirable. After all, he was only the age of sixteen and already perceptive to how the ‘real’ world works; this was quite impressive. He may not have been blessed with money, but instead he had something much more...a brain.
A small droplet of water rolled down the eye of the Heavy Blade character as he transferred his weight to cause his body to face the wall where no one could see the lone tear slowly slide off the side of his face. A small sniffle and wipe of his cheek later, the character felt his eyes began to grow heavier. With each passing second his eyelids closed further resulting in the final goal of a day: the refreshment period known as sleep. This one time of day was where the body turned off all extra functions and began to heal itself so the next day, or later in this case, it would be able to function properly. Since the last quest had taken much strength from the character as well as the emotional barrier he had to fashion near the end, he deserved this. It was good to be prepared, especially if a battle with another certain Heavy Blade was going to occur in the next few days. If the battle was to happen earlier at the second hub, Hacorie surely would have lost due to the anxiety of trying to keep himself upright enough to even think straight. His summon spell did help out with the transfer of powers, but it still was not enough to completely recover the body’s working conditions; it seemed to only heal his wounds at best.
Seconds passed, and the Heavy Blade finally became motionless save the constant breathing he had to do to survive. Unknown to him, he was about to revisit a place he had only traveled to once before: the world of the summons. Before this was to occur however, a bit more explanation is needed to understand why this time would be the best to facilitate such a journey. The first thing to be said would be that Hacorie has yet to discover how to enter the realm of summons himself. Only one thing allows him to enter the imaginative world inside The World, and that is only if his soul is summoned. Ironic, isn’t it? A summoner getting summoned to a place which the summons he summons reside. Secondly, if anyone were in the room at the moment when Hac’s tear fell from his face, they would see a spectacular white light begin to illuminate from in front of his bend body. The bright light seemed to engulf the room in minute amounts at a time until finally it made anyone in the vicinity look away or close their eyes at the immense strain it caused upon their eyes. This bright sparkly sight was the pearl beads reacting to the liquified emotion. The summon known as Seluma or Snowy Owl took the liberty of processing this information as a cry for more power; a shout for help professed by a confused outcast. Before the light fully disappeared from the room an old raspy voice spoke. Can you...control such power young one? Suddenly the light dissipated revealing an empty bed. Hacorie was no where to be seen. The only thing which remained was a large dent in the mattress.
A zephyr brushed the face of the character as his eyes begin to twitch. This performance is followed up by the twisting and turning of his body in awkward positions trying to find the most comfortable. Back and forth, back and forth, back and force. Thrice were the times that he shifted, but still came to no avail on the rock hard surface he was resting on. Slowly, his eyes opened with a bright green color with specs of lights shining all around them. “Where am I?” He asks himself while slowly sitting up while at the same time turning his head to look at the ground. A few small pebbles caught his attention which was succeeded by an agitated groan. These small pieces of rocks were the only objects stopping Hac from actually falling asleep like he wanted to. They were the pain in his side...no pun intended. Blinking a couple of times, Hacorie’s mind shifted back toward his original question. In all actuality it was the exact question he should be asking and worrying about instead of sneering at a couple of pebbles for disturbing his sleep. Knowing he had somehow been incarnated in such an unknown place was just enough for the Heavy Blade to actually rise to his feet. The scenery must have been the most auspicious of places for this to happen since he made a big deal about an eensie weensy amount of sleep.
“Wow...” the player spoke as he looked up to the green splotched sky while turning in circles. Following with his eyes, he saw large objects appear on the edges of the sky...many brown objects in the basic shapes of cylinders. Stopping his childish movement, the Heavy Blade looked closer to see these grainy brown substances were the trunks of trees; what he thought was a weird colored sky was actually the leaves on the trees. The unexplained splotchiness occurred only because the gleaming sun penetrated through the open spots to reach the ground. With the ground now in mind, his eyes moved onto it again. The first time only resulted in a flash of anger, but upon a real inspection it was just a low grassy area with patches of dirt around the bottoms of the tree trunks. “A forest...very interesting...How did I get here?” Hacorie once again questioned himself as he began to turn in circles once again. With his senses now confused, his head began to ache from everything being taken in at a single time. Falling to the ground, the character placed his hands up to his ears and pressed tightly, hoping to stop the immense surge of pain. After a few moments, the pain subsided. In the previous process of falling to his knees, the Heavy Blade also closed his eyes tight; thus, when he opened them his sight was a bit blurry, but he did see something miraculous. A great beast stood in front of him, but as soon as it noticed Hacorie’s eyes open it disappeared into the forest. The creature was large, but it made no sound as it left or came. Usually something of that size would make a pounding sound with each footstep. “A mirage..” Hac said as he shook his head back and forth. “It had to have been...my eyes were just playing tricks on me.”
It was no illusion child. That was Foster. Eh, but you will find that out later. I will be leaving you for now. Once you have finished your task I shall return, but until then you have to rely on your powers as a Heavy Blade. When we return, I wish you well in your fight against that pompous fool of a werewolf...he needs a good ass pounding for his ignorance. Even I understood the actions you took. The voice spoke as the pearl beads began to soar high into the air. Before they stretched through the trees, the beads disappeared in a flash of light leaving the snowy owl in their place. “Thank you...my friend.” Hacorie spoke as he watched the bird soar off until his ‘goal’ was reached.
What goal is he talking about...where are we? Of course even the seemingly hardest of questions can have the simplest of answers. If only the Heavy Blade would have stopped looking at the beautiful scenery, he would have seen his...second clue. The first being the blurry figure known as Foster. The second was an object which would not be moving any time soon. It was a stone pillar which stood right beside Hac’s left leg. A bit of text was written atop the pedestal. It seemed to be in a scratchy format, as if sharp talons had made each line distinctively individual instead of a nice fluid motion. Since the letters were like this, they were quite uneven in size and the shaped varied depending upon the words, but all in all it was legible. Still not noticing the figured earth, Hacorie turned to the single path which lie before his very eyes. As he tried to take a step, his upper body was trust forward as his legs remained still. Now off balance, Hacorie fell backwards and landed ass first. Tilting his head off of the cool ground he finally took notice to the pedestal.
“Hm...and what is this...” He whispered to himself as he recollected his posture and stood up once more. Tilting his head above the object, he slowly looked on the letters by the process of squinting and opening his eyes wide. These two signature features usually occurred when someone could not read something placed in front of them. Having this exact problem, Hacorie threw his hands into the air as despair began to linger in his heart. The character was quite angry that letters such as I, O, W, M, H, and X were easy enough to read, but all the others just seemed to be a complete and jumbled mess. Well...the rest were not even letters at all. Some were numbers, and the others were just symbols which had no meaning. It was the most despicable puzzle the character had ever seen. Suddenly, his heart sank. Hacorie wanted to cry out in anguish for the simple mistake he had made. Taking his palm and thrusting it against his forehead, the character took two diagonal steps. One away from the pedestal, and the other back toward it. He was now on the complete opposite side of the protruding earth. Of course, now the sign was simple enough to read since it was right side up and not upside down.
“Keep your guard and
follow the path young one...
I shall meet you in the
field of red and yellow
Leaves”
A small droplet of water rolled down the eye of the Heavy Blade character as he transferred his weight to cause his body to face the wall where no one could see the lone tear slowly slide off the side of his face. A small sniffle and wipe of his cheek later, the character felt his eyes began to grow heavier. With each passing second his eyelids closed further resulting in the final goal of a day: the refreshment period known as sleep. This one time of day was where the body turned off all extra functions and began to heal itself so the next day, or later in this case, it would be able to function properly. Since the last quest had taken much strength from the character as well as the emotional barrier he had to fashion near the end, he deserved this. It was good to be prepared, especially if a battle with another certain Heavy Blade was going to occur in the next few days. If the battle was to happen earlier at the second hub, Hacorie surely would have lost due to the anxiety of trying to keep himself upright enough to even think straight. His summon spell did help out with the transfer of powers, but it still was not enough to completely recover the body’s working conditions; it seemed to only heal his wounds at best.
Seconds passed, and the Heavy Blade finally became motionless save the constant breathing he had to do to survive. Unknown to him, he was about to revisit a place he had only traveled to once before: the world of the summons. Before this was to occur however, a bit more explanation is needed to understand why this time would be the best to facilitate such a journey. The first thing to be said would be that Hacorie has yet to discover how to enter the realm of summons himself. Only one thing allows him to enter the imaginative world inside The World, and that is only if his soul is summoned. Ironic, isn’t it? A summoner getting summoned to a place which the summons he summons reside. Secondly, if anyone were in the room at the moment when Hac’s tear fell from his face, they would see a spectacular white light begin to illuminate from in front of his bend body. The bright light seemed to engulf the room in minute amounts at a time until finally it made anyone in the vicinity look away or close their eyes at the immense strain it caused upon their eyes. This bright sparkly sight was the pearl beads reacting to the liquified emotion. The summon known as Seluma or Snowy Owl took the liberty of processing this information as a cry for more power; a shout for help professed by a confused outcast. Before the light fully disappeared from the room an old raspy voice spoke. Can you...control such power young one? Suddenly the light dissipated revealing an empty bed. Hacorie was no where to be seen. The only thing which remained was a large dent in the mattress.
A zephyr brushed the face of the character as his eyes begin to twitch. This performance is followed up by the twisting and turning of his body in awkward positions trying to find the most comfortable. Back and forth, back and forth, back and force. Thrice were the times that he shifted, but still came to no avail on the rock hard surface he was resting on. Slowly, his eyes opened with a bright green color with specs of lights shining all around them. “Where am I?” He asks himself while slowly sitting up while at the same time turning his head to look at the ground. A few small pebbles caught his attention which was succeeded by an agitated groan. These small pieces of rocks were the only objects stopping Hac from actually falling asleep like he wanted to. They were the pain in his side...no pun intended. Blinking a couple of times, Hacorie’s mind shifted back toward his original question. In all actuality it was the exact question he should be asking and worrying about instead of sneering at a couple of pebbles for disturbing his sleep. Knowing he had somehow been incarnated in such an unknown place was just enough for the Heavy Blade to actually rise to his feet. The scenery must have been the most auspicious of places for this to happen since he made a big deal about an eensie weensy amount of sleep.
“Wow...” the player spoke as he looked up to the green splotched sky while turning in circles. Following with his eyes, he saw large objects appear on the edges of the sky...many brown objects in the basic shapes of cylinders. Stopping his childish movement, the Heavy Blade looked closer to see these grainy brown substances were the trunks of trees; what he thought was a weird colored sky was actually the leaves on the trees. The unexplained splotchiness occurred only because the gleaming sun penetrated through the open spots to reach the ground. With the ground now in mind, his eyes moved onto it again. The first time only resulted in a flash of anger, but upon a real inspection it was just a low grassy area with patches of dirt around the bottoms of the tree trunks. “A forest...very interesting...How did I get here?” Hacorie once again questioned himself as he began to turn in circles once again. With his senses now confused, his head began to ache from everything being taken in at a single time. Falling to the ground, the character placed his hands up to his ears and pressed tightly, hoping to stop the immense surge of pain. After a few moments, the pain subsided. In the previous process of falling to his knees, the Heavy Blade also closed his eyes tight; thus, when he opened them his sight was a bit blurry, but he did see something miraculous. A great beast stood in front of him, but as soon as it noticed Hacorie’s eyes open it disappeared into the forest. The creature was large, but it made no sound as it left or came. Usually something of that size would make a pounding sound with each footstep. “A mirage..” Hac said as he shook his head back and forth. “It had to have been...my eyes were just playing tricks on me.”
It was no illusion child. That was Foster. Eh, but you will find that out later. I will be leaving you for now. Once you have finished your task I shall return, but until then you have to rely on your powers as a Heavy Blade. When we return, I wish you well in your fight against that pompous fool of a werewolf...he needs a good ass pounding for his ignorance. Even I understood the actions you took. The voice spoke as the pearl beads began to soar high into the air. Before they stretched through the trees, the beads disappeared in a flash of light leaving the snowy owl in their place. “Thank you...my friend.” Hacorie spoke as he watched the bird soar off until his ‘goal’ was reached.
What goal is he talking about...where are we? Of course even the seemingly hardest of questions can have the simplest of answers. If only the Heavy Blade would have stopped looking at the beautiful scenery, he would have seen his...second clue. The first being the blurry figure known as Foster. The second was an object which would not be moving any time soon. It was a stone pillar which stood right beside Hac’s left leg. A bit of text was written atop the pedestal. It seemed to be in a scratchy format, as if sharp talons had made each line distinctively individual instead of a nice fluid motion. Since the letters were like this, they were quite uneven in size and the shaped varied depending upon the words, but all in all it was legible. Still not noticing the figured earth, Hacorie turned to the single path which lie before his very eyes. As he tried to take a step, his upper body was trust forward as his legs remained still. Now off balance, Hacorie fell backwards and landed ass first. Tilting his head off of the cool ground he finally took notice to the pedestal.
“Hm...and what is this...” He whispered to himself as he recollected his posture and stood up once more. Tilting his head above the object, he slowly looked on the letters by the process of squinting and opening his eyes wide. These two signature features usually occurred when someone could not read something placed in front of them. Having this exact problem, Hacorie threw his hands into the air as despair began to linger in his heart. The character was quite angry that letters such as I, O, W, M, H, and X were easy enough to read, but all the others just seemed to be a complete and jumbled mess. Well...the rest were not even letters at all. Some were numbers, and the others were just symbols which had no meaning. It was the most despicable puzzle the character had ever seen. Suddenly, his heart sank. Hacorie wanted to cry out in anguish for the simple mistake he had made. Taking his palm and thrusting it against his forehead, the character took two diagonal steps. One away from the pedestal, and the other back toward it. He was now on the complete opposite side of the protruding earth. Of course, now the sign was simple enough to read since it was right side up and not upside down.
“Keep your guard and
follow the path young one...
I shall meet you in the
field of red and yellow
Leaves”