Lord Ombra
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You think nothing makes sense? Well, obviously! What else will keep you around for another chapter?
The Great War, A Great Fan Fic Revived
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meditite rox
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That chapter was only two days ago. Be more patient.
Serebii1997J
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Wow, really excited to see everyone post all of a sudden, don't worry, this won't delay as long as others. Though please understand classes start now, so things might take a bit longer.
Lord Ombra
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Serebii1997J: Why would the delay lessen if classes start? If time was hard to reach then, it is dead to me now. I have very little time to write this even now, and once all of my extra classes begin, I will have virtually none. Thanks for reading, and hopefully thanks for understanding. I want to see this fan-fic prosper, but unfortunately, I don't have the time to do so.
Serebii1997J
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When I say that, I just mean this won't delay terribly long like other fan fics, which eventually die off
tyranitar42
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I think it will be worth the wait. Now for a shameless plug! LOL =) I also started a fan fic here, called Venomoth strikes back. it should have at least 6 parts, and I just posted the 1st part last night! I'd like you to check it out Seribii, if you get the chance, and you too, Lord Umbra, your opinions would be appreciated. I'll keep waiting for the next installement of yours!
Serebii1997J
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Sure, that's cool with me, thanks for sticking with us =D
Lord Ombra
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New Chapter!
Wow. Only a week. This is amazing. Please post, people. Never forget that. Serebii1997J, will you make a Table of Contents on the first page?
Chapter 8: Prison
Erebus opened his eyes again after a few more hours in freefall. He seemed to be in a dark, empty room. “Why am I here?” he wondered. “And what was with that freefall?” Erebus tested out his limbs; he found them in good order, but stiff and weak, as if he hadn’t been moving them for some time. He managed to haul himself into a sitting position, but immediately lay down again. “Dehydration, probably,” Erebus thought. “It would account for the dizziness, and strengthen my hypothesis of that I was knocked out for sometime, but who did the knocking out? And how did I wind up in this place?”
Erebus got up into a sitting position again, but this time slower, more cautiously. This time, he experienced only slight dizziness, but also felt two pressures on his stomach. These turned out to be the twin Maizer swords. As he stood up to draw them out, he realized he was holding on to something. That turned out to be the stick. “I forgot to ask Ptolemy about it,” Erebus thought. “It might have been connected to Maizer.”
As Erebus’s eyes adjusted to the light, he saw a platter of food and a jug of water. He lunged toward it, despite his weakened state, and began greedily guzzling the nourishing liquid like it was a life elixir. He then devoured the food like a wild animal. Sated, he began to explore his surroundings. It was as it seemed, a dimly lit room with four walls. The walls, however, were strange, as when Erebus tried to look at them, they twisted and swirled, seeming more like a column of smoke than a real, solid wall. Feeling them was even stranger. There was a definite force that blocked his way, but it was not tangible– nothing like a real solid wall.
Seeing as there was nothing else to do, Erebus picked up his swords and studied them. Unlike in the dream realm, where they shimmered as much as the walls did now, the twin Maizer swords were as solid now as the walls were supposed to be. Now that Erebus had thought of it, every thing had seemed unreal. He just hadn’t noticed because he expected them to be real, and so they seemed real. All except for Ptolemy, which Erebus supposed was really there. Erebus’s sword lessons still stuck in his head, however, and he decided to give these swords a little test.
Now that Erebus could see them properly, he saw that they were longswords, straight and true. Erebus had a longsword in his collection of medieval things, but it was so heavy that the aristocratic Erebus could barely lift it. The twin Maizer swords, however, were as light as a feather. The Maizer swords were some stuff!
Erebus tried an experimental slash; it moved easily and smoothly. He then brought the light sword down upon the jug; it passed through with only the slightest resistance. Erebus sliced the dark sword on the tray and had the same effect. Satisfied with the cutting edge, he then proceeded to practice everything he had learned from Ptolemy. With slashes, thrusts, and feints in every direction, he used every technique, every maneuver; it was all relayed in this practice session. Then he moved on to new double-sword moves that Ptolemy and only Ptolemy knew. These were the tricky ones, as they involved tricky combinations that sent Erebus’s head spinning. How would he ever learn to simultaneously feint with the left hand and thrust with the right? It seemed impossible. As Erebus stumbled through a particularly tricky one, his sword tip snagged the wall. That sent a bell ringing in Erebus’s head. It was his one ticket out of there.
Crossing his two swords into a rough “X,” Erebus took a deep breath, and then pushed. He passed through smoothly, and hit the ground. That was when Erebus realized that all he had passed though was thin air. The walls were still there, imposing and forbidding. “That has got to be my most stupid act yet,” Erebus thought. Crossing his swords again, he made extra sure that he was standing in front of the wall. Closing his eyes, he rushed forward. He fell flat on his face again.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Erebus was completely flabbergasted at this. “I could have sworn that I was next to the wall. And why am I tripping? There’s nothing down there, and my balance isn’t that bad. Perhaps I should keep my eyes open this time.”
Erebus assumed his stance again, kept his eyes wide open, and started forward. He saw what he had missed when his eyes were closed. The wall dissipated wherever the sword touched and a small region beyond, but where it didn’t touch, it stayed solid. That was why he had tripped– there was still a part of wall near the ground that tripped him up. Erebus felt relief at knowing that he wasn’t a klutz with bad eye-brain coordination, but the resulting problem was worse. “How do I get through that wall?"
Erebus tried holding the swords apart from one another, one over the other. This had a decidedly smaller effect than the initial effort. The swords barely pierced the wall, and did not cut through any other region at all besides where the actual sword was. Evidently, the swords liked each other. “So much for that idea.”
Erebus tried a variety of ways to break that wall, including jabbing at it, feinting at it, and once, when he was flat out of ideas asked politely. That, obviously, only helped fuel Erebus’s frustration. Irate, Erebus just charged straight through, swords in front of him, with a second thought. To his surprise, it worked– to an extent. He went through, but the wall followed him. It was now setting in front of him. Erebus looked behind him and to both sides. They had moved as well.
Erebus was glad that he had finally made a breakthrough, but it did nothing to get him out of his predicament. Sure, he did that, but what was he to do now? Erebus tried charging through, hoping that it would lead somewhere. Erebus charged a wall again. This time, however, he bounced right back. “What happened this time?” Erebus thought wearily. “Would I ever get out of my predicament?"
Erebus felt a surge of anger at the walls for trapping him in this wretched place. It may have been unfair, but he did not care. Erebus charged the walls, fully knowing that he could do the walls no harm, but he would not listen to logic in his unreasonable state. Rushing blindly, Erebus released all of that pent up frustration at the walls holding him in. He was so enraged that his brain didn’t even register the surprise at bursting through the wall. Erebus charged on, wall after moving wall. He didn’t care how far he had to run if it meant a way out of his prison. Erebus stopped after about ten minutes of solid running. It was obviously not a way out.
Erebus now saw that the walls were portals, not doors. There was no way out except out of a portal, but how could he do it if all he could do was go through? Erebus needed to go in. As Erebus lay there, panting, he recalled that he was angry when he burst through the walls, whereas when he was calm, he just bounced back. Yet that anger was not powerful enough, so he merely passed through. If Erebus worked himself into a frenzy, he might be able to go in.
“Let’s see. What reasons do I have to be angry about?” Erebus thought. “First, obviously, was how Ptolemy worked my butt off when I obviously needed a rest. Then, he broke his promise, and to boot, trapped me in dreamland. And now, I’m in another prison. And while we’re at it, how about Fate for picking me to do it’s twisted bidding? And what about–”
Erebus let out a roar. This was the frenzy that Erebus was waiting for, not that he could actually process that thought in his mind in his present state. Letting out another primal roar, Erebus felt his soul expand, some coming out of his body. He looked up, saw the wall, and let out a third roar, pouring his soul into the two swords, the one way to get out of here. Without a second– or indeed, any– thought, Erebus charged. He brought the dark sword, which, now infused with Erebus’s soul, shimmered with a dark light, down in a slashing stroke, freezing it in place. Then, Erebus thrust with the light sword, now gleaming with a bright light, opening up the portal. Erebus then collapsed, completely and utterly spent.
It was some time until Erebus woke up again. When he tried to get up, his head throbbed with a terrible headache. “Where am I? And what’s with my head?” In a flash, everything came rushing back to him. He glanced desperately at the wall with the portal, hoping frantically that the portal was still there. To his immense relief, it was. He stepped toward the portal, unsure of how to go in. The portal, however, had no such doubts, and pulled him straight in.
The portal was by far the strangest way of locomotion that Erebus had ever gone by. It, instead of an expected freefall, was a tunnel. The walls were made of the same material that the portal was made out of, except that they were still walls. Erebus was pretty sure that he could break through them, too, but he didn’t want to pass out or confuse himself. So, he continued walking straight forward where the only other open portal was. Going out was also extremely strange. Erebus felt like he was coming out of a vacuum, which he probably was. He also came out a foot above the ground, and landed with a crash.
“About time,” said a silky, penetrating voice. “We were getting bored waiting.”
“True, true,” a second voice said; this one rougher, coarser, but with a definite air of power. “He certainly took his sweet time with my entrance exam.”
Erebus spun around. There were Darkrai, Deoxys, Mewtwo, and, writhing in the air in all his glory, Giratina, Origin Forme. “Welcome to the Reverse World,” Giratina said. “Lair of the Terrible Four, and my domain.” Giratina seemed to grow larger with every snakelike movement of his mighty body, until he completely covered Erebus’s view. “A GREAT WAR IS COMING UP,” Giratina thundered from the skies. “AND YOU, EREBUS, WILL MAKE US DOMINATE!!!”
Wow. Only a week. This is amazing. Please post, people. Never forget that. Serebii1997J, will you make a Table of Contents on the first page?
Chapter 8: Prison
Erebus opened his eyes again after a few more hours in freefall. He seemed to be in a dark, empty room. “Why am I here?” he wondered. “And what was with that freefall?” Erebus tested out his limbs; he found them in good order, but stiff and weak, as if he hadn’t been moving them for some time. He managed to haul himself into a sitting position, but immediately lay down again. “Dehydration, probably,” Erebus thought. “It would account for the dizziness, and strengthen my hypothesis of that I was knocked out for sometime, but who did the knocking out? And how did I wind up in this place?”
Erebus got up into a sitting position again, but this time slower, more cautiously. This time, he experienced only slight dizziness, but also felt two pressures on his stomach. These turned out to be the twin Maizer swords. As he stood up to draw them out, he realized he was holding on to something. That turned out to be the stick. “I forgot to ask Ptolemy about it,” Erebus thought. “It might have been connected to Maizer.”
As Erebus’s eyes adjusted to the light, he saw a platter of food and a jug of water. He lunged toward it, despite his weakened state, and began greedily guzzling the nourishing liquid like it was a life elixir. He then devoured the food like a wild animal. Sated, he began to explore his surroundings. It was as it seemed, a dimly lit room with four walls. The walls, however, were strange, as when Erebus tried to look at them, they twisted and swirled, seeming more like a column of smoke than a real, solid wall. Feeling them was even stranger. There was a definite force that blocked his way, but it was not tangible– nothing like a real solid wall.
Seeing as there was nothing else to do, Erebus picked up his swords and studied them. Unlike in the dream realm, where they shimmered as much as the walls did now, the twin Maizer swords were as solid now as the walls were supposed to be. Now that Erebus had thought of it, every thing had seemed unreal. He just hadn’t noticed because he expected them to be real, and so they seemed real. All except for Ptolemy, which Erebus supposed was really there. Erebus’s sword lessons still stuck in his head, however, and he decided to give these swords a little test.
Now that Erebus could see them properly, he saw that they were longswords, straight and true. Erebus had a longsword in his collection of medieval things, but it was so heavy that the aristocratic Erebus could barely lift it. The twin Maizer swords, however, were as light as a feather. The Maizer swords were some stuff!
Erebus tried an experimental slash; it moved easily and smoothly. He then brought the light sword down upon the jug; it passed through with only the slightest resistance. Erebus sliced the dark sword on the tray and had the same effect. Satisfied with the cutting edge, he then proceeded to practice everything he had learned from Ptolemy. With slashes, thrusts, and feints in every direction, he used every technique, every maneuver; it was all relayed in this practice session. Then he moved on to new double-sword moves that Ptolemy and only Ptolemy knew. These were the tricky ones, as they involved tricky combinations that sent Erebus’s head spinning. How would he ever learn to simultaneously feint with the left hand and thrust with the right? It seemed impossible. As Erebus stumbled through a particularly tricky one, his sword tip snagged the wall. That sent a bell ringing in Erebus’s head. It was his one ticket out of there.
Crossing his two swords into a rough “X,” Erebus took a deep breath, and then pushed. He passed through smoothly, and hit the ground. That was when Erebus realized that all he had passed though was thin air. The walls were still there, imposing and forbidding. “That has got to be my most stupid act yet,” Erebus thought. Crossing his swords again, he made extra sure that he was standing in front of the wall. Closing his eyes, he rushed forward. He fell flat on his face again.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Erebus was completely flabbergasted at this. “I could have sworn that I was next to the wall. And why am I tripping? There’s nothing down there, and my balance isn’t that bad. Perhaps I should keep my eyes open this time.”
Erebus assumed his stance again, kept his eyes wide open, and started forward. He saw what he had missed when his eyes were closed. The wall dissipated wherever the sword touched and a small region beyond, but where it didn’t touch, it stayed solid. That was why he had tripped– there was still a part of wall near the ground that tripped him up. Erebus felt relief at knowing that he wasn’t a klutz with bad eye-brain coordination, but the resulting problem was worse. “How do I get through that wall?"
Erebus tried holding the swords apart from one another, one over the other. This had a decidedly smaller effect than the initial effort. The swords barely pierced the wall, and did not cut through any other region at all besides where the actual sword was. Evidently, the swords liked each other. “So much for that idea.”
Erebus tried a variety of ways to break that wall, including jabbing at it, feinting at it, and once, when he was flat out of ideas asked politely. That, obviously, only helped fuel Erebus’s frustration. Irate, Erebus just charged straight through, swords in front of him, with a second thought. To his surprise, it worked– to an extent. He went through, but the wall followed him. It was now setting in front of him. Erebus looked behind him and to both sides. They had moved as well.
Erebus was glad that he had finally made a breakthrough, but it did nothing to get him out of his predicament. Sure, he did that, but what was he to do now? Erebus tried charging through, hoping that it would lead somewhere. Erebus charged a wall again. This time, however, he bounced right back. “What happened this time?” Erebus thought wearily. “Would I ever get out of my predicament?"
Erebus felt a surge of anger at the walls for trapping him in this wretched place. It may have been unfair, but he did not care. Erebus charged the walls, fully knowing that he could do the walls no harm, but he would not listen to logic in his unreasonable state. Rushing blindly, Erebus released all of that pent up frustration at the walls holding him in. He was so enraged that his brain didn’t even register the surprise at bursting through the wall. Erebus charged on, wall after moving wall. He didn’t care how far he had to run if it meant a way out of his prison. Erebus stopped after about ten minutes of solid running. It was obviously not a way out.
Erebus now saw that the walls were portals, not doors. There was no way out except out of a portal, but how could he do it if all he could do was go through? Erebus needed to go in. As Erebus lay there, panting, he recalled that he was angry when he burst through the walls, whereas when he was calm, he just bounced back. Yet that anger was not powerful enough, so he merely passed through. If Erebus worked himself into a frenzy, he might be able to go in.
“Let’s see. What reasons do I have to be angry about?” Erebus thought. “First, obviously, was how Ptolemy worked my butt off when I obviously needed a rest. Then, he broke his promise, and to boot, trapped me in dreamland. And now, I’m in another prison. And while we’re at it, how about Fate for picking me to do it’s twisted bidding? And what about–”
Erebus let out a roar. This was the frenzy that Erebus was waiting for, not that he could actually process that thought in his mind in his present state. Letting out another primal roar, Erebus felt his soul expand, some coming out of his body. He looked up, saw the wall, and let out a third roar, pouring his soul into the two swords, the one way to get out of here. Without a second– or indeed, any– thought, Erebus charged. He brought the dark sword, which, now infused with Erebus’s soul, shimmered with a dark light, down in a slashing stroke, freezing it in place. Then, Erebus thrust with the light sword, now gleaming with a bright light, opening up the portal. Erebus then collapsed, completely and utterly spent.
It was some time until Erebus woke up again. When he tried to get up, his head throbbed with a terrible headache. “Where am I? And what’s with my head?” In a flash, everything came rushing back to him. He glanced desperately at the wall with the portal, hoping frantically that the portal was still there. To his immense relief, it was. He stepped toward the portal, unsure of how to go in. The portal, however, had no such doubts, and pulled him straight in.
The portal was by far the strangest way of locomotion that Erebus had ever gone by. It, instead of an expected freefall, was a tunnel. The walls were made of the same material that the portal was made out of, except that they were still walls. Erebus was pretty sure that he could break through them, too, but he didn’t want to pass out or confuse himself. So, he continued walking straight forward where the only other open portal was. Going out was also extremely strange. Erebus felt like he was coming out of a vacuum, which he probably was. He also came out a foot above the ground, and landed with a crash.
“About time,” said a silky, penetrating voice. “We were getting bored waiting.”
“True, true,” a second voice said; this one rougher, coarser, but with a definite air of power. “He certainly took his sweet time with my entrance exam.”
Erebus spun around. There were Darkrai, Deoxys, Mewtwo, and, writhing in the air in all his glory, Giratina, Origin Forme. “Welcome to the Reverse World,” Giratina said. “Lair of the Terrible Four, and my domain.” Giratina seemed to grow larger with every snakelike movement of his mighty body, until he completely covered Erebus’s view. “A GREAT WAR IS COMING UP,” Giratina thundered from the skies. “AND YOU, EREBUS, WILL MAKE US DOMINATE!!!”
tyranitar42
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Out of the Frying Pan & Into the Fire....
I liked this intro to the four. I hope to see them all get their own time in the spotlight, especially Darkrai and MewTwo. I'm not too keen on Erebus yet, needs more personality. Glad to see you describing swordplay and type of sword as well! Keep up the great work!
BTW:I just put up part two on my fan fic, so check it out when you got the time!
I liked this intro to the four. I hope to see them all get their own time in the spotlight, especially Darkrai and MewTwo. I'm not too keen on Erebus yet, needs more personality. Glad to see you describing swordplay and type of sword as well! Keep up the great work!
BTW:I just put up part two on my fan fic, so check it out when you got the time!
Lord Ombra
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You will get so much of the Four that you'll get sick of them. I'm sticking with them for, like, five chapters. And then then constantly pop out in the actual war.