Beginning of chapter 2

The sound clashed into him like a giant wave. Hitting him so hard he thought he had felt pain. “But that impossible”, he thought to himself. And as this thought left his mind, so did his consciousness.

Liam’s eyelids gradually cracked open. The sudden encounter with light left him blind for a few seconds. Once his eyes had grown accustomed to the intense light, he surveyed his surroundings. He was now laying on some-sort of bed. It was grand, polished wood 14^th century bed. His old cloths were gone, and in their place there were blood red robes, with bright rubies acting as buttons and strips of gold cloth. “This seems like a dream, how could this all have happened? I’m sure I was supposed to be dead.” He then again checked for a heartbeat… nothing, strange. He tried again, but with no other result. This was all too much for him, one second he’s dead, the next he is alive in a king’s bedroom.

A sharp, high pitched sound erupted in Liam’s head. The surprise and agony brought him to his knees, and his had clutched his scalp. The scream did not stop for a few seconds. Once again, Liam opened his eyes wishing he hadn’t. In front of him stood, what could most accurately be described as a breed between a badger and a zombie. The creature, with its single eye, ran a glance over the human in front of him. Then, its jaw, which was a mere bone, dropped and spoke the screeching once again. This time, however, Liam did not perceive it as a lonely scream, it heard words! Language!

“Mazter, can ye ‘ear me?”, it spoke. The accent really startled Liam but recovered fast and responded with a nod. “’K, now follo’ me?” and with that he took off. Liam stood with doubt, but soon convinced himself that he rather follow something that could talk, than of waiting to see what else lived here. As the boy stepped outside the saw that he was in some kind of castle, but did not think much of it for all his concern now was trying to keep up with his guide.

They must have been walking for hours. They halls seemed infinite. Corridor after corridor, they were all the same. To his joy they seemed to be approaching the end of this wild run. They were nearing a large black door, about ten feet tall and five wide, with red and golden carvings on it. Whatever awaited him on the other side of this door was important, he knew that for sure.

This is the beginning of chapter two. The fist parts of the story, a.k.a. The Rebellion of the Gods, is the prologue. The New Story Installments are chapter one, and this is the first part of chapter 2. Enjoy! 

Untied...

His head, pressured beyond possible limits, throbbed uncontrollably. His limbs shook like wild serpents, flapping around mindlessly. His eyes left the pages of the book. They swirled around his sockets, dazed and flogged by pain. Pain, the horrid creature that at this moment dominated his entire body, could be fought no longer. Liam soon gave into the pain. He let his body plunge into the icy river, suffocating as he went down.

He now stood two feet above his chair, the ancient book hovering near. Liam’s lungs was about to explode, the pain and shock from the experience in its entirety. His organs could sustain life no longer. He managed to fight off the pain just in time to hear his heart miss a beat. A sudden, powerful, wave of intense fear swept over him. Another missed beat. Cold was what now invaded his body. It was after this that the young boy took notice as to what was happening to him. Death’s claws were slowly gashing holes in his life. His soul was being torn from his body by the menacing talons of the dead. Another missed beat counted Liam, “or was this the fourth beat missed”, he thought in absolute terror. Now, there was no turning back, he said to himself. Somehow managing to think past his terror, his thoughts strayed to his family. “What are they to do without me? Will they even miss me?” where some ideas to cross his mind.

One last violent shake and it was all black. Liam opened his eyes, which he had had closed throughout the whole experience, and looked around. There was nothing. Two stray lines materialized in front of him, the slits grew open revealing two eyes, red as blood, cold as the night sky. A thick, inhuman voice resounded throughout darkness.

“Hello, my son”.

[End of Chapter 1]

Hello people of the internet. This, as you may have noticed is the continuation of my prior post. However, something that you don’t know is that I have managed to intertwine both my stories. Yes, remember the story I had given up on well, I have managed to find a way to unite this story with the “Rebellion of the Gods” Chapter one of this new story is basically all my other short section combined into one big one. Hope you continue to in joy my story.

A New Story

I have decided to make an new story, and here it is (the beginning at least):

­The street of Willow Drive would have never called weird or different in anyway. Nothing unusual ever happened there. Furthermore, one would go as far as say that nothing ever happened there. A single black lane ran through the center of the street.

White houses decorated the street from side to side, as far as the eye can see. They were the same- large and white square blocks, which rose fifteen feet from the ground. Two widows, like eyes, hung on either side of the brown, hazel wood, door. The front lawn, too, was identical in all houses: the grass cut to an exact measure of one inch and three quarters, a garden of roses, petals sweet and soft, lips of beauty from which crystal-like tears dangled. To the left, a perfectly trimmed tree which would greet all those who entered though the lame, pale stone walkway.

Liam, an average boy by any standard; five feet three inches, hair as dark as the night, rose colored cheeks on which a population of freckles lived. However, if one was took recall anything about the boy, the first image to spring forward would be- his eyes. His family describes them a beautiful, and a gift from above. However, those who have met him say otherwise. These have described them as, dark an infinite but at the same time soft and soothing. Other terms used: peaceful, inert as if unfocused yet concentrated. Those that have seen them closely state that they have seen the devil looking back at them. True or not, that is up to you to decide, but one thing remains a fact- those eyes… are not normal.

The boy sat on the soft cushions by his window. The day was no more normal than any other of the week. The young boy, deeply impressed in his book, took no notice, or at least did not show interest, in what was going on through his window. Outside the rain poured hard, like millions of minute bombs plunging earthwards from the heavens.

The book lay open on his lap, a think, brown book that seemed to have been accumulating dust on a shelf for ages. Its spine, rigged and dark, was the only part of the object that seemed to have had no use. Its spoiled, tanned cover, that held no words, had an air of mystic around it. The same feeling that had led Liam into picking up the book in the first place.

Now, he was sitting down on his chair. His body was hovering over the stained pages. The moony green eyes flew franticly from side to side, absorbing all the details he could. As his interest in the story so did the motion of his eyes, this proceeded over the course of a few minutes. Eventually, Liam’s eyes looked like so no more; they were green blurs. The pages of the book flipped wildly as the blurs scanned them attempting to extract every inch of information possible. His eyes were soon emitting a fait green glow as they moved, and so did the book. Liam did not need to flip the pages any more. Once the pages were completely submerged in the green glow they moved by their selves, moving violently in a fan-like motion. Momentarily, Liam too was concealed in a layer of emerald light. His blood rapidly flowed to his brain. His limb muscles tensed. He bit down on his lower lip. The light seemed to way down on him, the pressure was immense. He felt like he was going to explode.