The Exiled
Story setting:
Era: future
Character setting: witch and wizards, vampires, werewolves, phoenix man, humans
Setting: earth, United States
World setting: future, world war??, nations combine to make 3 empires: wizard empire, empire of man, world empire.
PROLOGUE:
For centuries we lived harmoniously; we had two different worlds. Two very different worlds. Their world was lived freely and without secrecy. In our world, that’s what it was all about, secrecy. Don’t make too much noise, don’t seem so noticeable, and most important, under no circumstances, don’t ever get caught. For a while this secret arrangement worked well for both of our worlds, we both lived in peace, they didn’t bother us and we in return didn’t kill them. My name is Nicholas cross, I was named after my father, so my mother says, but whatever. I don’t really care. Even though I’ve never actually met my father I believe that he was a great man. He died in war a couple of months after I was born; my mother says that he died for us, for me. She told me that he did everything he could to try and survive, she says that he wanted to come back home really bad, and that more than everything he wanted to watch me grow up to be a man.
Even though my mother was left alone to raise a baby she was able to manage, of course it isn’t that hard to take care of a baby when you can use magic.My father was a wizard, he used a lot of magic during the war to survive and to kill enemy soldiers. My mother was a witch, and she used a lot of magic to raise me, to cook, to clean, to travel, and to train me to defend myself. I was born into a harsh world, or so I’ve been told, I don’t see anything so bad about it, but a lot of people tell me that things used to be better. “Before the war, before everything got so messed up” whispered my aunt once as she watched the president give a speech about something important. I hear a lot about how the world used to be such a good and happy place; how everyone got along, humans and wizards would co exist happily and peacefully. But then a couple of years before I was born, everything changed. Some say they changed for the best, that this change was inevitable; it had to happen so our world could progress. But others say that it changed for the worse, that the damage that we have caused, the unbalance we have set upon both our worlds, can never be reversed no matter how much magic we use; it will never be the same again.
IT happened when I was very young; I was just a baby, so I don’t really remember much. What I know is what I hear from the elderly talking about it, they’re not particularly happy with The Change. I can tell because when they talk about it, it’s usually with a constant sneer in their voice. The only other people who really know about The Change are the grownups, like my mother, but they don’t usually talk about it. The only time any of the grownups ever talk about The Change is when they’re drunk, but by then everything they say is all jumbled together in a weird slur that I can’t really make out much of what they say.
My mother’s job is to take care of the elderly and make sure they don’t suddenly die. I don’t particularly understand her job, when it seems that that’s pretty much everything that their hoping for, to die soon. So why not just let them? I guess it’s a grown up thing. My mother sometimes took me with her to work when I wasn’t in school. Her work is a pretty boring place, a big white house with lots of rooms filled with lots of old people; it has a front yard, and a front porch. Every time I walk in there’s a weird smell of oldness, cigarettes, and alcohol. I don’t like that smell, it makes me feel dirty and gross, and makes my eyes watery. I typically don’t stay inside much because of the smell, I often play outside on the porch and just wait for my mother, but there really isn’t much to play with at an elderly home, they never want you to touch any of there stuff. So I would just sit and listen to the elderly talk about The Change, most of them would just say different things like, “damn those vamps, they just had to go and ruin everything for the rest of us!” or like “who in their right mind would want to change the way things were, I mean to go from that, to this! We were so stupid!” This one time this old man who looked like the oldest out of all them said, “gosh darn it! I just wish I could go back and have stopped all this from happening, I’dve march straight into president Scotts office and killed him right then and there, when I was still young!” when the old man named jack said this, all the rest chuckled in unison, and agreed. Some police guys must’ve not liked what jack said because they came along and told all the men to stop all there pathetic whining and to go along with their day. After that all the old men spent the rest of their day moping around and getting drunk. I stayed on the porch to play, and I fell asleep after a while.
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Story setting:
Era: future
Character setting: witch and wizards, vampires, werewolves, phoenix man, humans
Setting: earth, United States
World setting: future, world war??, nations combine to make 3 empires: wizard empire, empire of man, world empire.
PROLOGUE:
For centuries we lived harmoniously; we had two different worlds. Two very different worlds. Their world was lived freely and without secrecy. In our world, that’s what it was all about, secrecy. Don’t make too much noise, don’t seem so noticeable, and most important, under no circumstances, don’t ever get caught. For a while this secret arrangement worked well for both of our worlds, we both lived in peace, they didn’t bother us and we in return didn’t kill them. My name is Nicholas cross, I was named after my father, so my mother says, but whatever. I don’t really care. Even though I’ve never actually met my father I believe that he was a great man. He died in war a couple of months after I was born; my mother says that he died for us, for me. She told me that he did everything he could to try and survive, she says that he wanted to come back home really bad, and that more than everything he wanted to watch me grow up to be a man.
Even though my mother was left alone to raise a baby she was able to manage, of course it isn’t that hard to take care of a baby when you can use magic.My father was a wizard, he used a lot of magic during the war to survive and to kill enemy soldiers. My mother was a witch, and she used a lot of magic to raise me, to cook, to clean, to travel, and to train me to defend myself. I was born into a harsh world, or so I’ve been told, I don’t see anything so bad about it, but a lot of people tell me that things used to be better. “Before the war, before everything got so messed up” whispered my aunt once as she watched the president give a speech about something important. I hear a lot about how the world used to be such a good and happy place; how everyone got along, humans and wizards would co exist happily and peacefully. But then a couple of years before I was born, everything changed. Some say they changed for the best, that this change was inevitable; it had to happen so our world could progress. But others say that it changed for the worse, that the damage that we have caused, the unbalance we have set upon both our worlds, can never be reversed no matter how much magic we use; it will never be the same again.
IT happened when I was very young; I was just a baby, so I don’t really remember much. What I know is what I hear from the elderly talking about it, they’re not particularly happy with The Change. I can tell because when they talk about it, it’s usually with a constant sneer in their voice. The only other people who really know about The Change are the grownups, like my mother, but they don’t usually talk about it. The only time any of the grownups ever talk about The Change is when they’re drunk, but by then everything they say is all jumbled together in a weird slur that I can’t really make out much of what they say.
My mother’s job is to take care of the elderly and make sure they don’t suddenly die. I don’t particularly understand her job, when it seems that that’s pretty much everything that their hoping for, to die soon. So why not just let them? I guess it’s a grown up thing. My mother sometimes took me with her to work when I wasn’t in school. Her work is a pretty boring place, a big white house with lots of rooms filled with lots of old people; it has a front yard, and a front porch. Every time I walk in there’s a weird smell of oldness, cigarettes, and alcohol. I don’t like that smell, it makes me feel dirty and gross, and makes my eyes watery. I typically don’t stay inside much because of the smell, I often play outside on the porch and just wait for my mother, but there really isn’t much to play with at an elderly home, they never want you to touch any of there stuff. So I would just sit and listen to the elderly talk about The Change, most of them would just say different things like, “damn those vamps, they just had to go and ruin everything for the rest of us!” or like “who in their right mind would want to change the way things were, I mean to go from that, to this! We were so stupid!” This one time this old man who looked like the oldest out of all them said, “gosh darn it! I just wish I could go back and have stopped all this from happening, I’dve march straight into president Scotts office and killed him right then and there, when I was still young!” when the old man named jack said this, all the rest chuckled in unison, and agreed. Some police guys must’ve not liked what jack said because they came along and told all the men to stop all there pathetic whining and to go along with their day. After that all the old men spent the rest of their day moping around and getting drunk. I stayed on the porch to play, and I fell asleep after a while.
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All i know is that i am falling.
I try desperately to save myself, but it's just so dark and dreary...i'm not even completely aware of my body anymore. I just continue spiralling down into this dark oblivion..
Suddenly, there isa small glowing light only about four feet below me. I reach out. I cannot grasp it, though. If i wait long enough, though,i'll tumble right into it.
Only, i dont. Because, right when i am about to make contact i slip away. My eyes open and the only light is the one streaming through my window...
I try desperately to save myself, but it's just so dark and dreary...i'm not even completely aware of my body anymore. I just continue spiralling down into this dark oblivion..
Suddenly, there isa small glowing light only about four feet below me. I reach out. I cannot grasp it, though. If i wait long enough, though,i'll tumble right into it.
Only, i dont. Because, right when i am about to make contact i slip away. My eyes open and the only light is the one streaming through my window...
The words made my breath fall short in my throat, a small whimpering sound went up through my chest. I slowly rose my watch, exactly the time I was to be doomed. The part of the wall carrying the dread words burst open and rats started to crawl in, immediatly gnawing at my flesh, I tried to back away, but the part i had opened up suddenly closes and i was trapped in darkness, I was trapped, I was trapped with no hope off escape and a thousand beady eyes crawling all over my body, wrigglin down my chest and making their way towards my heart. I spun and rolled around as much as I could in the small space, but the rats were persistent, and my blood trickeld all around me, forming in a pool under me. After a while a finally gave up. For all I had done i was payed with my own dead, locked in a narrow passage with rats all around me, the last living things i would ever interact with. I began to sob softly and my final breath flew from my body, I was a limp, lifeless corpse.....