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| The Prophecy | |
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| Topic Started: October 20 2008, 02:49 PM (146 Views) | |
| Keeley | October 20 2008, 02:49 PM Post #1 |
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Friends are nearly always there for you, They are there for you when you need to talk, They are there when you need a helping hand, They are a shoulder to cry on, As well as the keeper of your secrets. But what happens when they suddenly disappear? What happens when people from all over start to disappear? What will you do? What will you all, the chosen ones, do to save your friends? This is where the prophecy starts, the magic begins and your destiny will unfold. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your friends, your family and those who live near to you start to disappear, it is happening all over the world. This causes world wide confusion and terror, hundreds of the innocent are disappearing every day. Soon after it begins, during the terrifying days where you worry if you will be the next victim, you receive a phone call. A simple phone call, one of the few you have received in several days. But this call will change your life forever and it may save millions of lives. On the other end of the phone call is an old woman with a voice so mysterious it sends shivers down your spine as well as a thrill and many other emotions. She tells you a tale, or what you believe to be tale till the very end of the call. The phone call ends abruptly and the phone crashes to the floor as you see a brilliant white light and collapse unconscious to the floor, feeling as if flames are darting untamed through your veins. This tale is not a story, it is a prophecy from millions of years ago that is about to return and recur even fiercer than the evil long ago. This prophecy has unleashed the power of magic locked in your heart. This prophecy was told that a demon would rise again to steal innocent living creatures from the world, mostly the humans. You are one of the Chosen to counter this evil and bring back the ones you have lost, the ones that you love. This is where your destiny begins and you wake up from what seems to be a dream, till your powers awaken, revealing themselves to you in the forms of your guardian creature and thrusting you into a legend foretold of you millenniums ago. This is a tale of power, light of good against the darkness of evil and hopefully the triumph over evil. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rihanna pushed herself up slowly from the floor, smiling slightly at the thought of the dream she had just had, she wiped her fringe out of her eyes and looked around herself expectantly. Her fingers brushed against the phone at her side as she placed her hand back where it had been, her smile dissapeared and her eyes widened as her eyes slowly passed from the window down to the phone lying at her side where it had been since she had dropped it and collapsed to the floor. She let out an earsplitting scream as she realised that her sister was still missing along with the rest of the people she had lost, she stopped as she remembered the phone call, something about a prophecy. The old lady must have been mad she thought to herself as she reached out for the phone, pulling back sharply as the carpet around it burst suddenly into flames along with the phone. The flames stopped as quickly as they started with her hand clutched in a worried fashon in front of her. |
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| Vexar | October 20 2008, 03:06 PM Post #2 |
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Jecks laid there. His body was slightly twisted from his strike against the countertop. He slowly woke from unconsciousness. His colors slowly poured into his eyes. He saw Kaeri lying with her phone not far from her outstretched hand. He got to his feet in a daze, retrieving his very own cell phone. He took a step and blinked. Somehow, he stood right next to her. Perhaps he just blacked out again; she was a good fifteen feet from her that first step. He blinked again and she was in his arms. “Ri,” He mumbled. A shortcut he gave to his dear friend Kaeri. His voice spoke softly again. “I had such a strange dream.” He tried to wake her. He looked at the couch, another blink and he stood in front of the couch. “I… am...” He fell over on the couch, sprawled slightly on Kaeri. His mind slipped back into the dark of the depths inside his mind. |
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| Shiori | October 20 2008, 07:16 PM Post #3 |
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In a still-half-out-of-it state, Kaeri could feel her body moving around without her control. Occasionally, she heard the sound of Jecks' voice, but she was too far gone to have done anything in response. His muttering was soothing, but choppy, yet her ears still welcomed the caress of a familiar voice. It lulled her back into unconsciousness. After what felt like hours, Kaeri finally began to stir again. Somehow, she was on the couch now, Jecks sprawled out on top of her. She had no strength to try and push him off of her without bothering him, so she heaved him off against the back cushion of the couch in what seemed to be the least graceful manner possible. In a sad attempt to get to her feet, the nearly 30-year-old woman staggered into a standing position, immediately falling onto the hard, wooden floor. Giving up on her legs, Kaeri crawled across the floor to her cell phone, still flipped open from before. She frantically tried to see who the last caller was. "Unknown Name" "Unknown Number" Damnit. |
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| DJAtomika | October 23 2008, 08:04 AM Post #4 |
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Jason rose from where he'd fell on the street. He'd been walking down to the local coffee shop, intending to meet his brother for an afternoon of talk and hot coffee to while away the time. He'd seen his brother wave to him from the coffee shop. He had heard him calling, he had seen him waving, he had also seen his dad walking out of the interior of the shop, carrying a tray of hot coffee and buns. After that, he felt himself falling forward and everything went black the moment he hit his forehead on the pavement. When he woke up, it was as if from a good night's sleep. Everything on him was still there. His phone, his MP3, the bag on his back containing some books and guitar tabulature that he was planning to discuss with his impromptu school band later. His wallet, clothes, everything. He hadn't been hit on the back of the head and mugged. He just plain passed out. The strange thing was, after he'd regained control of his senses somewhat, he looked up and everyone had vanished. The coffee shop was empty, the roads were empty, even the homeless guy he'd made friends with on the corner was gone. A small gust of wind blew a page from the early morning paper down the street, catching itself on the wiper of a car. Jason, still in a relative daze, walked over to the empty coffee shop. The tray of coffee that his dad(?) was carrying was now on the table, the cups still three-quarters full of hot, steaming coffee. His brother's book, open at the page he was reading, lay on the table. Still quite unsure over what was happening, he picked a cup and took it with him, sipping at the hot brew, marvelling at the way it warmed his body on the way down his gullet. As he lifted the mug to his mouth for another sip, he noticed the temperature around his mouth dropping, the mug getting cold in his hand, the breath he expelled through his nose visible in the aerly morning light. He brought the cup back down and peered inside. The coffee had frozen solid. A chill passed through him and he dropped the mug, the porcelain shattering and releasing the cylindrical block of frozen coffee, sending it rolling off the curb and into the gutter. He flipped open his phone and scrolled through his call list. Every single number was from an unknown number. Shit... He closed the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. He sat down on an empty chair and buried his face in his hands. He sat in silence, pondering over what the hell just happened. |
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| RockmanG | October 31 2008, 01:26 PM Post #5 |
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The first thing Conor felt was the burn of boling water on his hand. Yelping, he jumped up, clutching his scalded skin. Disoriented, he gazed at the remains of his favorite tea on the floor, and felt a pang of sadness. This had been one of his best cups yet, complete with six packets of Splenda and a tub of imitation cream. He stared at it for a minute, pondering, when the reason that he'd fallen suddenly occurred. With a start, he jumped away from the phone, where it lay simmering in the still steaming puddle. Nervously, almost as if it was going to jump at him. The details were vague, but he remembered an elderly woman speaking to him over the phone. However, he didn't remember any details of the conversation. Maybe his room mate would know something. However, as he looked around the dorm they shared, he saw no signs of activity. He moved to the bedroom, and peered into it. As he usually did, he tried to reach out with his sense to search it. When he first did this, his room mate had called him a freak, and though the incident had been dropped, he still tried it every now and again. Somewhere, he'd gotten it in his mind that it would work one day. He was completely unprepared as the world flashed, taking on an eerie, almost foggy tinge, with everything going dark around him. Crying out in alarm, he covered his face with his arm, but froze in shock. His arm was covered in ghostly blue fire, rising like steam from under his skin. Conor flailed his arms, and if he had been shocked before, the surprise was just beginning. As he waved one arm, part of the fire coalesced and flew into the wall, punching a two foot hole in it. Panicking now, he threw himself on the ground, rolling frantically to try and put himself out. The event ended just as suddenly as it started, when the world returned to normal and he no longer seemed to be on fire. He shakily stood, then fell to one knee as a wave of weariness washed over him. His vision faded out for several seconds, and it was minutes later when he was able to move again. "Ughhhh..." he groaned, holding his head, "Riley? Are you here? I need the tylenol..." No response came. In fact, usually around this time, the whole campus was amking noise. But there was nothing. Nothing but the erratic beating of his own heart. Conor staggered to the window, overlooking the courtyard from the second floor. The place showed signs of recent inhabitance, like scattered books and papers, but nobody was there. Absolutely nobody. Overcome by a feeling of isolation, he went to the table and sat down, staring straight ahead while his mind wrestled with the concept. What on earth was going on? Edited by RockmanG, October 31 2008, 01:53 PM.
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| MEGAcya | November 2 2008, 05:02 PM Post #6 |
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Thick, heavy eyelashes fluttered reluctantly open to reveal the deep, swirling brown eyes of Alyssa Moore. She yawned softly and sat up, putting a hand to her head as she looked around herself cautiously. The last thing she remembered was putting Joshua down in his crib for a nap. After that, she vaguely remembered the phone ringing, and going to answer it, but she couldn't quite recall anything more. Still groggy and nonplussed, she made her way into her little boy's room. She didn't know how long she'd been knocked out, so it was probably a good idea to check on him. Seeing the crib empty nearly gave the young woman a heart attack, but it seemed to kick-start her brain into action. Jumping to life, she rushed back into the living room of the flat she shared with her fiancée, David, and picked up the receiver of the phone, punching in the digits for his cell phone as quickly as her trembling hand would allow. Maybe he'd come home to find her sleeping, and taken Josh out to give her some peace? That seemed unlikely though. Why would he leave her sprawled on the floor? Why hadn't he left a note? There were so many questions buzzing in her head, but no matter how long the phone rang, there was still no answer. Twenty excruciating minutes passed as Alyssa dialled every phone number that came to mind, each with the same lack of response as the first. Her mother, her best friend, the emergency services, the elderly woman on the ground floor... No one was anywhere. Alyssa felt sick. Hot, wet tears welled up in her eyes, and broken sobs started to build up in her throat as she sat slowly down on the edge of the sofa. Her little boy was missing, and so was everyone else she knew. And she had no idea what to do about it. |
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| Keeley | November 9 2008, 03:47 PM Post #7 |
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Rihanna watched the phone warily dropping her hand slowly towards it after a moment or so of worried silence, her tanned fingers traced the plastic of the phone feeling its cool texture beneath them. Closing her emerald eyes she let out a sigh, it had just been her imagination playing tricks on her she thought picking up the phone and throwing it quickly onto her bed on the other side of the room, a slight red flame flared up in the air and dissappeared as she turned her back on the bed and leaving the room. Her feet took her slowly into the living room, flames appearing and dissappearing in her foot prints and in the air behind as she moved.She finnally slumped back down onto the sofa quietly pushing down the button on the remote control to the television on, the screen buzzed and crackled as no stations appeared. An angry scream echoed from her as she threw the remote at the screen, flames trailing its path and flaring out around her in angered waves. The flames died down as musical cry rang in her ears, golden-red wings appearing in her sight. |
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