A King of Two Worlds

[Steven]

You may not know me, but me and PotatoCannon have started to write a fan fiction- I know myself not to be that great of a writer, as English isn't my first language (potato can help), but with support and motivation, I hope you people will help me carry on with the story, and wherever it leads. Enjoy ye mortals.

The story is still in work, so if some paragraphs or pieces don't make sense- please tell me, or wait for it to be fixed. Thanks.

Prologue

He gazed into the blue sky. Magnolia-white clouds blanketed the azure landscape, reflecting the summer’s heat. The breeze caressed everything in its wake and it seemed that there was no end to it. It swayed the trees back and forth and the leaves brushed by one another, creating the endless rustles he heard. The King, hunched in his seat, stood up and walked out of the glass door of his house. He walked down the steps and laid slumberous in his hammock, which was beside the divinity of nature - Nature at it's apogee. 'Marvelous, this serenity...' he thought. The King was on a distant island, parted away from the hells of war.

Below him was a steep cliff, leading down all the way to clear, untainted waters. In front of him laid the source of life - Water. It stretched all the way to the horizon, where you could see the mountains God had put in. The clarity of the water was akin to the glistening of diamond, it was magnificent. The clouds had covered up the sun, and he turned around, facing the ledge. The King's eyes gazed at to the far ends of the island, looking at a monumental statue of him to the west. In his mind, he dreamed only of—.



1

A few mercenaries marched into his house, disrupting the King's moment of tranquility. The soldiers saluted the King as they approached him.

'Sire,' one of the soldiers began, 'Forgive us for this abruptness, but we have an urgent report from the outlying village.'

'Speak, guard.' Leoric replied, maintaining the sophistication of a monarch in his voice, but betraying a very subtle hint annoyance. Here, far away from the war, enjoying what tranquility could be had, his world may well be disturbed.

'There are reports on several missing people from the village. Should we take action, m'lord?'

The creases in Leoric's forehead multiplied. He had long wanted to be free of strife. So much that he had carved his own little hideaway; a safe haven far away from the ravages of the war he had wasted a lifetime in. A young man's lifetime, meant for impulsive joy of the fight. But he is an old man now, and the years have a way of humbling a man. He may have to ride down personally to make sure nothing befalls his safe haven.

Even if he has to face strife again.

'Prepare my steed, guard,' said Leoric firmly.

Now was the time to be resolute.

The King dismounted his ride upon arrival and was greeted by bows and pleas of the peasants living there.
“What’s all this” Leoric at a feeble attempt at decoding the problem.
“It struck again!” replied one of the natives.
"What has?"
“The sea monster! Down at the cove, my son and his friends ventured into the waters, but they never did return!" She explained, as tears streamed down her filthy cheek.

“Damn this, I was hoping for salvation, and the sole purpose of establishing a settlement here was to find peace, away from the bloody war.” His mind was balancing between confound and assurance.
Leoric looked around, only to see hopelessness and aimlessness. ‘Why should innocent people like them suffer? THIS IS SO DAMN WRONG!’

“Give me my sword brother; we’re taking this monster down.” That marked the beginning of the hunt.

They smoothly slid around the crevices, rocks and cliffs. Their actions were of extreme caution due to the impending knowledge of a wrong step at the cost of their lives. The battalion of heavily armored warriors had unflinching bravery to defeat the monster. Only a few more steps around the ledge to the moment of the truth. Leoric carefully walked around the slippery pathway, highly concentrated on his footsteps. It seemed many had come across this obstacle, but nobody knows whether they lived, for the footsteps stopped halfway. Suddenly, the ground started to shake and shudder, and a rush of adrenaline seeped around his body as he saw his comrade’s foot break the ground. It all happened in seconds. The debris crumbled beneath him, and he plunged downwards accelerando. Leoric dove out to reach his slippery fingers, leaving him dangling in the air.

“Grab on!” It was by no means easy that Leoric saved his companion from his unduly abyssal death. Their hearts were beating and thumping rapidly. They knew there was no time to waste.

Their visions were blurred. Even the bravest of soldiers were afraid of the unknown. They walked into the cold and empty cave; the King knew that the beast could attack at any moment. Leoric felt a chilling, numbing sensation at the sole of his feet. He knew this spelled trouble, for he had never had a battle on watery surfaces.

Everyone panicked when the water level rose up to as high as Leoric's Chest. In the midst of the chaos, they heard growls. The growling got louder by the second, it was the sound of rushing water. It sounded like it could come from everywhere The water rushed in from in front; but they only had seconds to run. Instinctively, the King curled up a defensive form. His soldiers followed suit.

The tidal catastrophe hid a horrendous entity, a monster known to be extinct.
“It's a Naga!” Leoric yelled.

Before they knew it, the water had already swallowed them into the depths. It hurt immensely. The currents of the wave hit them constantly on the rocky bed. He was unconsciously swept to and fro in the currents. As soon as he was back up again, he saw his comrades already fighting. The Naga carried a huge vermilion rusted claymore, and had thick scales that they could hardly penetrate. Leoric ran slowly through the marsh, charging at the formidable foe he was about to combat.

The blade had catapulted one of the soldiers flying to the walls of the cave. ‘He's... dead...’ observed Leoric. He sworn vengeance, spurring him on. Leoric ran at godspeed at his enemy, stabbing his scimitar into the hardened scales of the Naga. It yelped out in pain and was bleeding. He sliced the naga, but to be proved futile when the Naga parried it with its blade. It left him with no option but to blind the sea creature. He disarmed his shield and his blade and ditched them onto the ground and jumped at the Naga. They wrestled until his hands covered its huge eyes. The King pierced his fingers and nails through the Naga’s eyes, deflating it and pouring a goo of blood. The Naga was clearly blinded, it's death would surely ensue. The water was calm again; there were only a few survivors. The King picked up his shield and sword and returned to the village.

2

January 25th, 1989

Excellent. Hope has come for me. As I was nearing my deadline for the project, it actually worked. I would have been fired and be thrown to the dogs. This is what happened in the lab today:

I entered in a hurry, a new day. I was still sleepy,but that was because i couldn't catch a wink of sleep the night before. After countless days of work in the lab, I gave up for a moment. Master Furion had been sending me packages of his cells to me, and my task - To clone them for new life. After all, he had lived for a millennium, somewhat knocking on death's door. There were thirteen cells ready on the microscopes. I added all the abstruse chemicals into the cells and I had to wait till tomorrow for the results. Dire consequences await if I should fail. My heart thumped with nervousness that night, I could feel it in my mouth already. Dawn was approaching. I had to check immediately, I HAVE to. I was undoubtedly nervous, but this was the turning point of my life, and there is no turning back. I walked into the room, looking at all the thirteen microscopes. I shook my head in disbelief and discomfort as I skimped through every microscope. It was only until the last microscope - my only hope, that put a grin on my weary face.

I immediately rushed to the farms, and I injected the embryo into the cow’s womb. Yes, it would grow, there wouldn’t be any defects, and I felt relieved, that was one helluva load off of my shoulder. And that was the last I saw of him.

Farewell,
Witch Doctor.
Goodbye,
Vol'Jin.

Awoken by the glaring rays of the sun, the curled up infant had protected his eyes from the blinding light. He lied on the patches of grasses scattered across the lush, green field. He wasn’t stupid at all, in fact, he was as smart as Master Furion himself. The boy didn’t have a name though. He hung out in the searing heat, leaning on the fence while watching other kids play. Curiosity in the form of little kids asked; “Who are you?”, “Where did you come from”. The boy always tried to catch butterflies and bugs lying around, that was basically his life. The teacher from the school next door always warned the other kids to stay away from the stranger when she caught them talking.

“Hey again, what are you up to? Running around the fields, eating bugs?” One curious girl asked him.
“I’m tired”. That was all he said for days. It was understandable and reasonable, as he had been repeating all these things for millions of times. He grunted as he lied down on the wheat fields, looking at the sky.
“Well, my mom says that I should stay away tonight, the government are catching wild animals, there might be dogs and boars around. Why don’t you sleep at my house?”
“Jane! Get away from that creature, come on scoot!” The teacher demanded, as the girl walked away.
'Government? Government…' He thought.

It was the usual. All day and night had he been lying down in that cozy area, looking at the stars. Everything became silent. There were no howling, no chirping, nothing. All the birds were headed to the trees at the playground, the flock of birds had hundreds of alternative resting spots. The clone was confused. Suddenly, enormous black figures from afar flew around. The shadowy silhouette could only be seen under the illumination of the street lights. He heard a loud grunts of men. A few seconds later, griffins started dashing down and landing with their beautiful wings, gliding elegantly in the air. They were large and thudded the ground with quaking steps upon their landing. The boy looked as though he was terrified. He could hear that man shouting, it was cringe-worthy.

“Search these grounds! I smell something!”

There was much perplexity in his mind, so many things rushing through his head. He started to run, trying to go unnoticed. Damn, his legs were numb from all that squatting. The largest of all the griffins emitted a shrieking high pitch. The boy's face was a cross between awe and fear. Afraid, the boy tried to focus and create magic. The little Furion had evoked a mysterious white nova, crumbling the earth and exploding with a low pitched sound wave. Amidst in the air, his body was fading away into darkness. The griffins and the men were surprised. Before travelling through the void that he created, the men had latched magical shackles onto the boy. Physically denied, the Furion was captured.
“Get this creature to the Ministry of the Ancients! We have to go before the humans find us!”

3

The boy walked out of the room with a cold. He was washed several times with magical water and soap. There were huge centaurs guarding him. The clone heard a lady say something, but he couldn't make out because she was in the other room. The centaurs moved the boy in a court room. The jury, was a lady with light-blue skin, covered in a black hood, holding a bow. Next to her, was a fine man, standing with a huge holy hammer. He had blonde hair and a friendly presence.

"Case 209. Found in the human world, Mexico. DNA still pending. Confirmation of an ancient, yes." The lady spoke as she scanned a scroll her table.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Traxex, I am a ranger of the Drow. My friend here is Purist, a Paladin from Stormwind. We are the council of the Ministry of the Ancients." Expecting the council to say something, Furion had asked: "Why am I here?"
"Let us leave that for later. Do you feel different? From anyone?" Traxex asked.
"I certainly don't look the same as many other, humans, as you call them. But, you people, I feel no different, I'm comfortable with that" The boy confirmed.

A few minutes into the conversation, Ezalor had impatiently interrupted:
"We, are heroes. We have been protecting Ancients all the way from the start of time. Apparently, you are a hero as well. Two sides protect their own Ancients- but, we also try to destroy their Ancients. With heroic, trusted and determined war, we have aged on. We have lived on to the point where these humans rule. As time passes by, the earth has moved most of the Ancients' locations and they are scattered around the world."

A man came rushing in from the opposite doors the little boy came from. He dropped off some papers and left. Everyone stood up and tried to see what was happening. The drow ranger was reading it curiously.
"That, lucky old man. Master Furion, living for milleniums has cloned you" She had pointed at the boy. "There was something peculiar about you.." Looking closely, she read on. "The Master is unfortunately dying. A clone would replace his existence and would forever carry on the prophecy he had brought." The ranger said, catching her breath.

The whole building shook and rumbled. A floating, glowing monster flew in.
"Don't worry, he can't harm us." Purist Thunderwrath said, looking at ghastly presence.
"Forever I may be a corrupted soul for betraying the Scourge. Unfortunately, the Ancients have sent me down from the havens to tell you that the owner of that clone does not belong to you. It belongs to Vol'Jin, a witch dotor, who resides in the Scourge lands. Until Vol'Jin is dead, then may he be use to you. Choose your strategy wisely in the transport of the boy, and so the Ancients will watch over you." He flew back up, having zero collision with the walls.
"What? He must go to the scourge!?" The Drow ranger raged.
"It's our only choice, if we don't hand him over, the Ancients will get mad, and we'll end up like Shendelzare."
"You're right. I'll give orders to the Griffin riders and he'll go alone. If we go, the Scourge will take actions."

The next morning, a pack of griffins had flown away with the boy strapped on tight to the courier griffin.

Terrorblade stood upon a dark cliff. A cove underneath him were clashed by waves. Dark clouds descended from the stormy atmosphere. Lightning struck down on the crevices, creating sparks of fire. The soulkeeper looked up.
"What's this?"

Although he was blind, he could sense aerial vibrations. He trained himself to detect activity with his mind. He could make out several griffins, and, an unknown life form?

The griffins were scared, as he was one of the fearless leaders of the Scourge. They landed vertically onto the cliff wall below him, gripping the rocky platform with their strong claws. The soulkeeper looked over the edge as griffins were emerging closer to him. The courier griffin, raised it's talon, steadily, to make sure he wasn't an enemy. The griffin was shivering as it met Terrorblade's cold, dark hands with it's talons. After confirming that the creature was a messenger, it pulled out something.

There Furion was standing, looking around, only to find Terrorblade's blind eyes to be staring at him. Immediately, he held Furion to his chest, covering him as he ripped an enormous wave of dark energy to cause the sentinel creatures to flee. The soulkeeper took the mischief little boy to nearby white tent.
"You belong to us" - That was the only thing Furion heard Terrorblade say under his breath. The next morning, he was sent in a wooden carriage by some peons as the soulkeper was watching him be sent away.

"Come on, move it, you know what to do."
There was an orc raider supervising two peons pushing the carriage Furion was in. It was steaming hot. They walked through the searing heat, only to rest in the night time when they arrived in the main base. There in the night, they were at a campfire, singing songs and eating meat. Soon, order was set. An icy presence had hovered in.

"Lord Kel'Thuzad, we have received a message from the sentinel. The soulkeeper has given it to us." said one of the orcs.
"Let me see." After inspecting the caravan, the Lich was enraged.
"Lies! You fools, there is no message!"
"Oh no, I'm sorry sir! He must of escaped"

4

The clone woke up in the wooden carriage. There was something wrong. A powerful Lich was shouting in rage. Everything was slow. Everything was in a haze, everything was light blue. Furion looked at his hands, it was transparent. He couldn't hear anything, but a small velvet chime. He stood up and dusted his cloak. No one could notice him. Waves of confusion assaulted Furion, he walked out to the cliff. Down, there was nothing but dark, grey mist, leading to no where. He was scared, what was happening to him? No one could see him, except for one person.

A demonic figure, half crow, half dog was also not seen. For Furion had not noticed the beast yet, it had attacked, ripping his clothes. It smothered it's saliva all over Furion. Instinctly, he raised his stick and a white nova came out. A circular mass of the dark land exploded. It drew attention to the Lich. Furion quickly climbed out with his stubby legs and dissapeared. The demon was there, barely living, trying to stand up. The Lich hovered over to the mystery. He chanted a few words and raised his bony hands at the crater. A white beam of crystal was lasered at the hole. The beast was seen and fleed, leaving gravel and rubbel behind. It seemed that the Lich could see a part of the spiritual world. There was a long pause.
"It can't be, the boy has the power to go through worlds"

There Furion walked in dizziness, in the woods. He was still in the mysterious instance. The boy was wounded, a sever cut in his legs. It was twilight, and his energy was drained. He came to a spot, to lean against a comfortable tree.

There were howls in the forest that shook Furion up. He thought it was the morning, but under the control of spirits, he was hallucinated. Soon, a pack of demons came this time. Not only dogs, but harpies. Suddenly, the dog's all jumped at Furion. He was unable to cast magic, as the harpies were shackling him. The boy was defenceless, as he was pinned down to the tree, but he wasn't getting bitten. Instead, the dogs were sticking their tongues into Furion's transparent shoulders. Since he was a spirit at that moment, there was zero collision. It was a funny feeling. It was like all his purity and soul was being drained. Soon the dogs and the harpies all froze. Their eyes moved and looked back, showing painful agony. Soon, they were let loose, but then they were blasted by energy. A ward was blasting nether in all directions, making all the demons flee, barely surviving.

It wasn't a man, it was a more hunched back figure in cloaks. It was carry a few skulls on it's back, and moreover, it approached Furion.
"Don't worry young fellow, I saved you. I'm not a spirit but I can use chakra to see. Follow me to my den." The boy followed him until they came across a small trail in the bush. After long minutes of walking, they reached a waterfall. It was painfully loud as the rapids in the water gushed, clashing rocks and falling down to a river.

"What do you see?" Furion cleared his throat as he hadn't spoken since Purist and Traxex met him.
"I see, a waterfall and a whirlpool"
"Okay, now. We are going to jump in. Once we get in, I want you to go to the small whirlpool, which is the first one. If you don't swim there you are going to get sucked by the big whirlpool down to the rivers below."

It was a fun ride, but now they were soaking wet and cold, stenched in something foul and rancid. "Hurry, before we catch a sickness". The man ran into a cave. The boy jumped followed along.

It was an empty den, filled with jewelry, crystals, skulls, dolls and a large witch bowl.
"Have a taste of this, you're having a sickness. It's your first time as a spirit." Furion digged into the green soup.
"Excuse me sir, what's happening to me?"
"You've entered the spirit world. Since it's your first time, you're not going to be feeling well. The spiritual world is both a good and a bad place. What lies within is the truth and hope. Two valuable things, but it too can have dangerous things, such as demons you've encountered. Don't worry, you'll be able to control your spirit, and my magic shall drive these demons away from the cave. By the way, my name is Vol'Jin."

Furion was lying down in his bed and the witch doctor was on the floor.
"Vol'Jin--"
"Sleep mon, demons don't hurt but they suck energy and all the good from your soul. Just rest"

"My power wasted! You imbecile! You've wasted dark energy from the nethers unatainable and my own personal time! How can he be gone? What the hell in god's name!" The Soulkeeper raged and decapitated the peon on the spot.

Await more to be written by me and RazedBlossoms.

[RazedBlossoms]

Originally Posted by Steven

You may not know me, but I have started to write a fan fiction- I know myself not to be that great of a writer, as English isn't my first language, but with support and motivation, I hope you people will help me carry on with the story, and wherever it leads. Enjoy ye mortals.

Prologue

He gazed into the blue sky. Magnolia-white clouds blanketed the azure landscape, reflecting the summer’s heat. The breeze caressed everything in its wake and it seemed that there was no end to it.(It cannot be YET endless and cool.)) It swayed the trees back and forth and the leaves brushed by one another, creating the endless rustles he heard. The King, hunched in his seat, stood up and walked out of the glass door(Even a double-door is considered a door, and i cannot comprehend a glass door on an island.). He walked down the steps and laid slumberous in his hammock, which was beside the divinity of nature - Nature at it's apogee. `Marvelous, this serenity...' he thought. The King was on a distant island, parted away from the hells and(I believe you wanted `hells of war'?) war. Below him was a steep cliff, leading down all the way to clear, untainted waters. In front of him laid the source of life - Water. It stretched all the way to the horizon, where you could see the mountains of lands(mountains of lands?) God had put in. The clarity of the water was akin to the glistening of diamond, it was magnificent. The warmth of the sun was(gross error.) gone, and he turned around, facing the ledge. The King's eyes gazed at(you gaze at something.) to the far ends(don't think the island is that small.) of the island, appreciating(why would a king admire rice? If he was a good king, he'd appreciate them instead, I think.) the aboriginal rice terraces and farms the native settlers had brought in.(They did NOT create rice terraces.) In his mind, he thought(He wasn't sleeping, was he? and in his case, he wasn't day-dreaming.) only of—.


For now, that was the prologue. Expect the first chapter as of tonight or tomorrow.

I suppose if it's edited a bit here and there, it would be better. Hope that didn't offend you. x_x
Please don't go for a switching of first-third person perspective, it's annoying and hard to catch up and it'd appear bitty.

edit I;3:05/6/16
whoops, realized a mistake in there in line 7 (after apogee) and line 9 (lays should be laid)

[Steven]

No offense taken. I'm sorry; the original draft of the story was in first person. Before posting it up here, I merely just scanned and edited some of the parts that didn't make sense. I wanted this story to be in third person because writing in first person was tiresome and annoying. Well, that's with me.

Thanks for the edit, you must be an expert in writing, or- well educated. I'm still 14. So, I will consider revising it.. thanks a lot.

[Steven]

As time flies by, I wrote the first chapter(Facing boredom isn't easy):

Chapter 1


A few mercenaries marched into his house, disrupting the King's moment of tranquility. The soldiers saluted the King as they approached him.

“I am sorry for this abruptness." A soldier had a report to make.
"Speak." A sophisticated, yet intimidating voice replied.
"There are reports on several missing people and it came from the village, and it would seem they're asking for security backup." And that was the end of the soldier's report.

King Leoric knew this was a cause for worry, he took off on his mount to where distress needed rectification. The King dismounted his ride upon arrival and was greeted by bows and pleas of the peasants living there.
“What’s all this” Leoric at a feeble attempt at decoding the problem.
“It struck again!” replied one of the natives.
"What has?"
“The sea monster! Down at the cove, my son and his friends ventured into the waters, but they never did return!" She explained, as tears streamed down her filthy cheek.
“Damn this, I was hoping for salvation, and the sole purpose of establishing a settlement here was to find peace, away from the bloody war.” His mind was balancing between confound and assurance.
Leoric looked around, only to see hopelessness and aimlessness. ‘Why should innocent people like them suffer? THIS IS SO DAMN WRONG!’

“Give me my sword brother; we’re taking this monster down.” That marked the beginning of the hunt.

They smoothly slid around the crevices, rocks and cliffs. Their actions were of extreme caution due to the impending knowledge of a wrong step at the cost of their lives. The battalion of heavily armored warriors had unflinching bravery to defeat the monster. Only a few more steps around the ledge to the moment of the truth. Leoric carefully walked around the slippery pathway, highly concentrated on his footsteps. It seemed many had come across this obstacle, but nobody knows whether they lived, for the footsteps stopped halfway. Suddenly, the ground started to shake and shudder, and a rush of adrenaline seeped around his body as he saw his comrade’s foot break the ground. It all happened in seconds. The debris crumbled beneath him, and he plunged downwards accelerando. Leoric dove out to reach his slippery fingers, leaving him dangling in the air.

“Grab on!” It was by no means easy that Leoric saved his companion from his unduly abyssal death. Their hearts were beating and thumping rapidly. They knew there was no time to waste.

Their visions were blurred. Even the bravest of soldiers were afraid of the unknown. They walked into the cold and empty cave; the King knew that the beast could attack at any moment. Leoric felt a chilling, numbing sensation at the sole of his feet. He knew this spelled trouble, for he had never had a battle on watery surfaces.
Everyone panicked when the water level rose up to as high as Leoric's Chest. In the midst of the chaos, they heard growls. The growling got louder by the second, it was the sound of rushing water. It sounded like it could come from everywhere The water rushed in from in front; but they only had seconds to run. Instinctively, the King curled up a defensive form. His soldiers followed suit.
The tidal catastrophe hid a horrendous entity, a monster known to be extinct.
“It's a Naga!” Leoric yelled.
Before they knew it, the water had already swallowed them into the depths. It hurt immensely. The currents of the wave hit them constantly on the rocky bed. He was unconsciously swept to and fro in the currents. As soon as he was back up again, he saw his comrades already fighting. The Naga carried a huge vermilion rusted claymore, and had thick scales that they could hardly penetrate. Leoric ran slowly through the marsh, charging at the formidable foe he was about to combat.
The blade had catapulted one of the soldiers flying to the walls of the cave. ‘He's... dead...’ observed Leoric. He sworn vengeance, spurring him on. Leoric ran at godspeed at his enemy, stabbing his scimitar into the hardened scales of the Naga. It yelped out in pain and was bleeding. He sliced the naga, but to be proved futile when the Naga parried it with its blade. It left him with no option but to blind the sea creature. He disarmed his shield and his blade and ditched them onto the ground and jumped at the Naga. They wrestled until his hands covered its huge eyes. The King pierced his fingers and nails through the Naga’s eyes, deflating it and pouring a goo of blood. The Naga was clearly blinded, it's death would surely ensue. The water was calm again; there were only a few survivors. The King picked up his shield and sword and returned to the village.

Enjoy...

[RazedBlossoms]

Heh, not really at@well-educated, and I'm 15 btw. :/

[RazedBlossoms]

Originally Posted by Steven

As time flies by, I wrote the first chapter(Facing boredom isn't easy):

Chapter 1


A few mercenaries marched into his house, disrupting the King's moment of tranquility. The soldiers saluted the King as they approached him.(heh, don't think a king would do that, actually. >_>)

“I am sorry for this abruptness." A soldier had a report to make.
"Speak." A sophisticated, yet intimidating voice replied.
"There are reports on several missing people and it came from the village, and it would seem they're asking for security backup." And that was the end of the soldier's report.(dialogues should be put in a new paragraph, not only is it structural, but it doesn't looks clustered.)

King Leoric knew this was a cause for worry, he took off on his mount to where distress needed rectification.(What has him living on a mountainous island got to do with him mounting a ride? ._.) The King dismounted his ride upon arrival and was greeted by bows and pleas of the peasants living there.
“What’s all this” Leoric at a feeble attempt at decoding the problem.
“It struck again!” replied one of the natives.
"What has?"
“The sea monster! Down at the cove, my son and his friends ventured into the waters, but they never did return!" She explained, as tears streamed down her filthy cheek.
“Damn this, I was hoping for salvation, and the sole purpose of establishing a settlement here was to find peace, away from the bloody war.” His mind was balancing between confound and assurance.
Leoric looked around, only to see hopelessness and aimlessness. ‘Why should innocent people like them suffer? THIS IS SO DAMN WRONG!’

“Give me my sword brother; we’re taking this monster down.” That marked the beginning of the hunt.

They smoothly slid around the crevices, rocks and cliffs. Their actions were of extreme caution due to the impending knowledge of a wrong step at the cost of their lives. The battalion of heavily armored warriors had unflinching bravery to defeat the monster. Only a few more steps around the ledge to the moment of the truth. Leoric carefully walked around the slippery pathway, highly concentrated on his footsteps. [It seemed many had come across this obstacle, but nobody knows whether they lived, for the footsteps stopped halfway. Suddenly, the ground started to shake and shudder, and a rush of adrenaline seeped around his body as he saw his comrade’s foot break the ground. It all happened in seconds. The debris crumbled beneath him, and he plunged downwards accelerando. Leoric dove out to reach his slippery fingers, leaving him dangling in the air.

“Grab on!” [B]It was by no means easy that Leoric saved his companion from his unduly abyssal death. Their hearts were beating and thumping rapidly. They knew there was no time to waste.

Their visions were blurred. Even the bravest of soldiers were afraid of the unknown. They walked into the cold and empty cave; the King knew that the beast could attack at any moment. Leoric felt a chilling, numbing sensation at the sole of his feet. He knew this spelled trouble, for he had never had a battle on watery surfaces.
Everyone panicked when the water level rose up to as high as Leoric's Chest. In the midst of the chaos, they heard growls. The growling got louder by the second, it was the sound of rushing water. It sounded like it could come from everywhere The water rushed in from in front; but they only had seconds to run. Instinctively, the King curled up a defensive form. His soldiers followed suit.
The tidal catastrophe hid a horrendous entity, a monster known to be extinct.
“It's a Naga!” Leoric yelled.

Before they knew it, the water had already swallowed them into the depths. It hurt immensely. The currents of the wave hit them constantly on the rocky bed. He was unconsciously swept to and fro in the currents. As soon as he was back up again, he saw his comrades already fighting. The Naga carried a huge vermilion rusted claymore, and had thick scales that they could hardly penetrate. Leoric ran slowly through the marsh, charging at the formidable foe he was about to combat.
The blade had catapulted one of the soldiers flying to the walls of the cave. ‘He's... dead...’ observed Leoric. He sworn vengeance, spurring him on. Leoric ran at godspeed at his enemy, stabbing his scimitar into the hardened scales of the Naga. It yelped out in pain and was bleeding. He sliced the naga, but to be proved futile when the Naga parried it with its blade. It left him with no option but to blind the sea creature. He disarmed his shield and his blade and ditched them onto the ground and jumped at the Naga. They wrestled until his hands covered its huge eyes. The King pierced his fingers and nails through the Naga’s eyes, deflating it and pouring a goo of blood. The Naga was clearly blinded, it's death would surely ensue. The water was calm again; there were only a few survivors. The King picked up his shield and sword and returned to the village.

Enjoy... And I'm expecting more edits due to my failzor

Done!

[Steven]

Damn.. It's almost as though you're writing this whole story. Thanks

[RazedBlossoms]

Ehh, haha. x] I think that's my cue to stop, eh? lol. ;x

[Steven]

Well, I would appreciate edits, and I didn't want you to infer that I want you to stop. It's really up to you, if you have spare time to give some feedback and to own me. But, a sure thing is that I will continue to write. So yeah...

[RazedBlossoms]

then i'd be waiting! i'm actually kinda posting too much in this section, uhh. x_x

[Steven]

I added chapters 2, 3, and 4.

sorry if it's long...

2

January 25th, 1989

Excellent. Hope has come for me. As I was nearing my deadline for the project, it actually worked. I would have been fired and be thrown to the dogs. This is what happened in the lab today:

I entered in a hurry, a new day. I was still sleepy, I almost had no sleep last night. After countless days of work in the lab, I gave up for a moment. Master Furion had been sending me packages of his cells to me, and my task was to clone them for new life. After all, he was almost dead, as he was 1400 years old. There were thirteen cells ready on the microscopes. I added all the complicated chemicals into the cells and I had to wait for tomorrow for the results. If this fails, then I will go and be stranded in the desert. So I waited all night and had the most utter urge to barge into that laboratory and examine the cells. Dawn was appearing, I had to check immediately. I was nervous too, but this was the choice of my life. I walked in the room, looking at all the thirteen microscopes. I walked and looked through each. Each time I saw one, I yelped because of the negative result. All of them were terminated. Except for one.
Yes, this was the best feeling of any life can ever have. I was delighted.
“I will care for you, for you hold my life” I said that to myself, or, to the clone of Master Furion I supposed.

I immediately rushed to the farms, and I put the embryo into the cow’s womb. Yes it would grow, there wouldn’t be any defects, and I was happy. And that was the last I saw of him.

Farewell
Witch Doctor, Vol’Jin



The infant woke up, gazing at the sun, blinding him as his hands were covering his eyes. He was only a boy, but he was all alone. Well not quite, he had made a few friends next door at the playground, but that was about it. He lies down in the hay, the thick grass of the endless fields. He wasn’t stupid at all, in fact, he was as smart as Master Furion himself. The boy didn’t have a name though. He hung out in the searing heat, leaning on the fence as the other kids his age were playing around. The kids questioned him, “Who are you?”, “Where did you come from”. The boy always tried to catch butterflies and bugs lying around, that was basically his life. The teachers next door always told the other kids to stay away from the stranger when she caught them talking.

“Hey again, what are you up to? Running around the fields, eating bugs?” The curious girl asked him.
“I’m tired”. That was all he said for days. It was understandable and reasonable, as he had been repeating all these things for millions of times. He grunted as he was just lying down on the wheat, looking at the blue sky.
“Well, my mom says that I should stay away tonight, the government are catching wild animals, there might be dogs and boars around. Why don’t you sleep at my house?”
“Jane! Get away from that creature, come on scoot!” The teacher said angrily, as the girl walked away.
Government? Government… He thought.

It was the usual. All day and night had he been lying down in that cosy area, looking at the stars. Everything became silent. There was no howling, no chirping, nothing. All the birds were headed to the trees at the playground, the school of birds had hundreds of alternative resting spots. The clone was confused. Suddenly, enormous black figures in the twilight flew around. The shadows could be seed under the lamp’s light. He heard a loud grunt of a man. A few seconds later, griffins started dashing down and landing with there beautiful wings, gliding and filtering the air. They were large and thudded the ground with quaking steps. The boy looked as he was terrified. From a distance he could hear, “Search these grounds! I smell something”
In his mind it was so complex, so many things rushing with adrenaline through his head. He started to run, trying not to be noticed at all. But he had sore legs, from staying in that position for a week now. The largest of all griffins growled with a shrieking high pitch. The men looked at the boy now, and they casted magical shackles to the boy. It was awesome, the first glance of magic. He looked in awe, but was also physically denied. He didn’t know what to do.
“Get this creature to the Ministry of the Ancients! We have to go before the humans find us!”

3

The boy walked out of the room with a cold. He was washed several times with magical water and soap. There were huge centaurs guarding him. The clone heard a lady say something, but he couldn't make out because she was in the other room. The centaurs moved the boy in a court room. The jury, was a lady with light-blue skin, covered in a black hood, holding a bow. Next to her, was a fine man, standing with a huge holy hammer. He had blonde hair and a friendly presence.
"Case 209, Found in the human world, Mexico. DNA still pending. Confirmation of an ancient, yes." The lady said as she was studying papers on her table. He didn't know what she was talking about.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Traxex, I am a ranger of the Drow. My friend here is Purist, a Paladin from Stormwind. We are the council of the Ministry of the Ancients."
"Why am I here?" The boy asked curiously.
"It's a long story. Do you feel different? From anyone?" Traxex asked.
"I certainly don't look the same as many others, but you people, I feel no difference, I'm comfortable with that" The boy confirmed.
"Well, it turns out that you are an ancient. You are a hero. Basically, we are all ancient people who have lived on, and the reason is because we drink an elixir... We have lived on to the point where these humans rule. But one question, is, how were you created?"
A man came rushing in from the opposite doors the little boy came from. He dropped off some papers and left. Everyone stood up and tried to see what was happening. The drow ranger was reading it curiously.
"Oh my goodness! This is outrageous. It worked! I thought Furion was lying all along, but, yes his dream has come true! Young man, you are the clone of a man named Furion. Furion is one of my friends and is too an ancient. Unfortunately, he is dying. The elixirs aren't working for him too much, so he created you" The ranger said, catching her breath. Everyone looked in surprise. It was historic.
"Is my name, Furion?"
"Yes, indeed. We shall comfort you and all give you all your needs, are you hungry? Greywarden, go send him to the living quarter. Don't stay out on the road too long, we don't want humans to know. If they do, we have no option to kill them." Purist looked at her and have her a nod. She replied with a smile. Little Furion was happy too, but then the horror began.
The whole building shook and rumbled. A floating, glowing tree monster flew in.
"Don't worry, he can't harm us. He's a protector from the havens. He is our messenger" Purist Thunderwrath said, looking at ghastly treant.
"The rules.. You are not following them.. This, clone of yours does not belong to you. It belongs to it's father. Until Master Furion is dead, then may he be use to you. The creator of this cell, is Vol'Jin." He flew back up, having zero collision with the walls and endless lamps.
"What? He must go to the scourge!?" The Drow ranger raged.
"It's our only choice, if we don't hand him over, the gods will get mad, and we'll end up like Shendelzare."
They all looked at Furion, the little boy who wouldn't do anything.
"You're right. I'll give orders to the Griffin riders and he'll go alone. If we go, the scourge will take actions."

The next morning, he was strapped on tight to a large griffin, and flown away with some other aggressive griffins, on his way,
"Papa"

Terrorblade stood upon a dark cliff, clashed by waves underneath, leading to an underground cave. Dark clouds descended from the stormy atmosphere. Lightning struck down on the crevices, creating large creaks. There was no fear seen in Terrorblade, as he was looking up.
"What's this?"
Although he was blind, he could sense aerial vibrations. He trained himself to detect activity with his mind. He could make out several griffins, and, an unknown life form?
The griffins were scared, as he was an ancient hero, and they were not. They landed vertically onto the cliff wall below him. The soulkeeper looked over the edge as griffins were emerging closer to him. The courier griffin, raised his hand, steadily, to make sure he wasn't an enemy. The griffin was shivering as it met Terrorblade's cold, dark hands with it's talons. After confirming that the creature was a messenger, it pulled out something.
There Furion was standing, looking around, only to find Terrorblade's blind eyes to be staring at him. Immediately, he held Furion to his chest, covering him as he ripped an enormous wave of dark energy to cause the sentinel creatures to flee. The soulkeeper took the mischief little boy to nearby white tent.
"You belong to us" - That was the only thing Furion heard Terrorblade say under his breath. The next morning, he was sent in a wooden carriage by some peons as the soulkeper was watching him be sent away.

"Come on, move it, you know what to do."
There was an orc raider supervising 2 peons pushing the carriage Furion was in. It was steaming. They walked through the searing heat, only to rest in the night time when they arrived in the main base. There in the night were they at a campfire, singing songs and eating meat. Soon, order was set. An icy presence walked floated in. Soon, ther Nerubian came and followed.
"Lord Kel'Thuzad, we have received a message from the sentinel. The soulkeeper gave it to us." said one of the orcs.
"Let me see."
A minute later.
"Lies! You fools, there is no message!"
"Oh no, I'm sorry sir! He must of escaped"

4


The clone woke up in the wooden carriage. There was something wrong. A powerful Lich was shouting in rage. Everything was slow. Everything was in a haze, everything was light blue. Furion looked at his hands, it was transparent. He couldn't hear anything, but a small velvet chime. He stood up and dusted his cloak. No one could notice him. Waves of confusion assaulted Furion, he walked out to the cliff. Down, there was nothing but dark, grey mist, leading to no where. He was scared, what was happening to him? No one could see him, except for one person.
A demonic figure, half crow, half dog was also not seen. For Furion had not noticed the beast yet, it had attacked, ripping his clothes. It smothered it's saliva all over Furion. Instinctly, he raised his stick and a white nova came out. A circular mass of the dark land exploded. It drew attention to the Lich. Furion quickly climbed out with his stubby legs and dissapeared. The demon was there, barely living, trying to stand up. The Lich hovered over to the mystery. He chanted a few words and raised his bony hands at the crater. A white beam of crystal was lasered at the hole. The beast was seen and fleed, leaving gravel and rubbel behind. It seemed that the Lich could see a part of the spiritual world. There was a long pause.
"It can't be, the boy has the power to go through worlds"

There Furion walked in dizziness, in the woods. He was still in the mysterious instance. The boy was wounded, a sever cut in his legs. It was twilight, and his energy was drained. He came to a spot, to lean against a comfortable tree.

There were howls in the forest that shook Furion up. He thought it was the morning, but under the control of spirits, he was hallucinated. Soon, a pack of demons came this time. Not only dogs, but harpies. Suddenly, the dog's all jumped at Furion. He was unable to cast magic, as the harpies were shackling him. The boy was defenceless, as he was pinned down to the tree, but he wasn't getting bitten. Instead, the dogs were sticking their tongues into Furion's transparent shoulders. Since he was a spirit at that moment, there was zero collision. It was a funny feeling. It was like all his purity and soul was being drained. Soon the dogs and the harpies all froze. Their eyes moved and looked back, showing painful agony. Soon, they were let loose, but then they were blasted by energy. A ward was blasting nether in all directions, making all the demons flee, barely surviving.

It wasn't a man, it was a more hunched back figure in cloaks. It was carry a few skulls on it's back, and moreover, it approached Furion.
"Don't worry young fellow, I saved you. I'm not a spirit but I can use chakra to see. Follow me to my den." The boy followed him until they came across a small trail in the bush. After long minutes of walking, they reached a waterfall. It was painfully loud as the rapids in the water gushed, clashing rocks and falling down to a river.
"What do you see?" Furion cleared his throat as he hadn't spoken since Purist and Traxex met him.
"I see, a waterfall and a whirlpool"
"Okay, now. We are going to jump in. Once we get in, I want you to go to the small whirlpool, which is the first one. If you don't swim there you are going to get sucked by the big whirlpool down to the rivers below."

It was a fun ride, but now they were soaking wet and cold, stenched in something dirty. "Hurry, before we catch a sickness". The man ran into a cave. The boy jumped in too.
It was a quiet den, filled with jewelry, crystals, skulls, dolls and a large witch bowl. "Have a taste of this, you're having a sickness. It's your first time as a spirit." Furion digged into the green soup.
"Excuse me sir, what's happening to me?"
"You've entered the spirit world. Since it's your first time, you're not going to be feeling well. The spiritual world is both a good and a bad place. What lies within is the truth and hope. Two valuable things, but it too can have dangerous things, such as demons you've encountered. Don't worry, you'll be able to control your spirit, and my magic shall drive these demons away from the cave. By the way, my name is Vol'Jin."

Furion was lying down in his bed and the witch doctor was on the floor.
"Vol'Jin--"
"Sleep mon, demons don't hurt but they suck energy and all the good from your soul. Just rest"

"My power wasted! You imbecile! You've wasted dark energy from the nethers unatainable and my own personal time! How can he be gone? What the hell in god's name!" The Soulkeeper raged and decapitated the peon on the spot.

EDIT: I just figured out the whole plot. This is going to be a hell of a long story. Well, not in comparison to other authors, just me. Oh, and if you don't get it, just read on. Oh yes- there are a few mistakes.. But I'll correct them in the end, if not, potatocannon might, but I'm not counting on him.

[RazedBlossoms]

whaddya mean! ):
but it's REALLY long. x_x

[AP()ll()_TTFU]

Nice !!!!!

[Steven]

i'm not sure if you'll bother editing due to the length.. lol

[RazedBlossoms]

January 25th, 1989

Excellent. Hope has come for me. As I was nearing my deadline for the project, it actually worked. I would have been fired and be thrown to the dogs. This is what happened in the lab today:

I entered in a hurry, a new day. I was still sleepy,but that was because i couldn't catch a wink of sleep the night before.(I would like to clear up the `last time' misconception. If one was referring to something of the past, it should be `previously' or `before', last time would actually meant it WAS the last already, so yeah.) After countless days of work in the lab, I gave up for a moment. Master Furion had been sending me packages of his cells to me, and my task - To clone them for new life. After all, he had lived for a millennium, somewhat knocking on death's door. There were thirteen cells ready on the microscopes. I added all the abstruse chemicals into the cells and I had to wait till tomorrow for the results. Dire consequences await if I should fail. My heart thumped with nervousness that night, I could feel it in my mouth already. Dawn was approaching. I had to check immediately,I HAVE to. I was undoubtedly nervous, but this was the turning point of my life, and there is no turning back. I walked into the room, looking at all the thirteen microscopes. I shook my head in disbelief and discomfort as I skimped through every microscope. It was only until the last microscope - my only hope, that put a grin on my weary face.
Yes, this was the best feeling of my life! It felt gratifying, it felt great, IT FELT AWESOME!

[Deleted this part as I felt it was redundant.]

I immediately rushed to the farms, and I injected the embryo into the cow’s womb. Yes, it would grow, there wouldn’t be any defects, and I felt relieved, that was one helluva load off of my shoulder. And that was the last I saw of him.

Farewell,
Witch Doctor.
Goodbye,
Vol'Jin.



The infant was awoke, gazing at the sun, only to be blinded by the glaring rays of light, how adorable is it to see him reflecting the sunlight with his hands. He was only an infant, but he was all alone. Well not quite, he had made several few friends next door, at the playground. That was about it. He lied on the patches of grasses scattered across the lush, green field. He wasn’t stupid at all, in fact, he was as smart as Master Furion himself. The boy didn’t have a name though. He hung out in the searing heat, leaning on the fence while watching other kids played. Curiosity in the form of little kids asked; “Who are you?”, “Where did you come from”. The boy always tried to catch butterflies and bugs lying around, that was basically his life. The teacher next door always warned the other kids to stay away from the stranger when she caught them talking.

“Hey again, what are you up to? Running around the fields, eating bugs?” One curious girl asked him.
“I’m tired”. That was all he said for days. It was understandable and reasonable, as he had been repeating all these things for millions of times. He grunted as he lied down on the wheat fields, looking at the sky.
“Well, my mom says that I should stay away tonight, the government are catching wild animals, there might be dogs and boars around. Why don’t you sleep at my house?”
“Jane! Get away from that creature, come on scoot!” The teacher demanded, as the girl walked away.
Government? Government… He thought.

It was the usual. All day and night had he been lying down in that cozy-_- area, looking at the stars. Everything became silent. There were-_- no howling, no chirping, nothing. All the birds were headed to the trees at the playground, the flock(school is for fishes.) of birds had hundreds of alternative resting spots. The clone was confused. Suddenly, enormous black figures from afar flew around. The shadowy silhouette could only be seen under the illumination of the street lights. He heard a loud grunt of a man. A few seconds later, griffins started dashing down and landing with their beautiful wings, gliding elegantly in the air. They were large and thudded the ground with quaking steps upon their landing. The boy looked as though he was terrified. He could hear that man shouting, it was cringe-worthy.

“Search these grounds! I smell something!”

There was much perplexity in his mind, so many things rushing through his head. He started to run, trying to go unnoticed. Damn, his legs were numb from all that squatting. The largest of all the griffins emitted a shrieking high pitch. The men looked at the boy now, and heThere was only one guy, right? o_o latched magical shackles onto the boy. It was awesome, the first glance of magic. He looked in awe, but was also physically denied. He didn’t know what to do.
“Get this creature to the Ministry of the Ancients! We have to go before the humans find us!”

3

The boy walked out of the room with a cold. He was washed several times with magical water and soap. There were huge centaurs guarding him. The clone heard a lady say something, but he couldn't make out because she was in the other room. The centaurs moved the boy in a court room. The jury, was a lady with light-blue skin, covered in a black hood, holding a bow. Next to her, was a fine man, standing with a huge holy hammer. He had blonde hair and a friendly presence.
"Case 209, Found in the human world, Mexico. DNA still pending. Confirmation of an ancient, yes." The lady said as she was studying papers on her table. He didn't know what she was talking about.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Traxex, I am a ranger of the Drow. My friend here is Purist, a Paladin from Stormwind. We are the council of the Ministry of the Ancients."
"Why am I here?" The boy asked curiously.
"It's a long story. Do you feel different? From anyone?" Traxex asked.
"I certainly don't look the same as many others, but you people, I feel no difference, I'm comfortable with that" The boy confirmed.
"Well, it turns out that you are an ancient. You are a hero. Basically, we are all ancient people who have lived on, and the reason is because we drink an elixir... We have lived on to the point where these humans rule. But one question, is, how were you created?"
A man came rushing in from the opposite doors the little boy came from. He dropped off some papers and left. Everyone stood up and tried to see what was happening. The drow ranger was reading it curiously.
"Oh my goodness! This is outrageous. It worked! I thought Furion was lying all along, but, yes his dream has come true! Young man, you are the clone of a man named Furion. Furion is one of my friends and is too an ancient. Unfortunately, he is dying. The elixirs aren't working for him too much, so he created you" The ranger said, catching her breath. Everyone looked in surprise. It was historic.
"Is my name, Furion?"
"Yes, indeed. We shall comfort you and all give you all your needs, are you hungry? Greywarden, go send him to the living quarter. Don't stay out on the road too long, we don't want humans to know. If they do, we have no option to kill them." Purist looked at her and have her a nod. She replied with a smile. Little Furion was happy too, but then the horror began.
The whole building shook and rumbled. A floating, glowing tree monster flew in.
"Don't worry, he can't harm us. He's a protector from the havens. He is our messenger" Purist Thunderwrath said, looking at ghastly treant.
"The rules.. You are not following them.. This, clone of yours does not belong to you. It belongs to it's father. Until Master Furion is dead, then may he be use to you. The creator of this cell, is Vol'Jin." He flew back up, having zero collision with the walls and endless lamps.
"What? He must go to the scourge!?" The Drow ranger raged.
"It's our only choice, if we don't hand him over, the gods will get mad, and we'll end up like Shendelzare."
They all looked at Furion, the little boy who wouldn't do anything.
"You're right. I'll give orders to the Griffin riders and he'll go alone. If we go, the scourge will take actions."

The next morning, he was strapped on tight to a large griffin, and flown away with some other aggressive griffins, on his way,
"Papa"

Terrorblade stood upon a dark cliff, clashed by waves underneath, leading to an underground cave. Dark clouds descended from the stormy atmosphere. Lightning struck down on the crevices, creating large creaks. There was no fear seen in Terrorblade, as he was looking up.
"What's this?"
Although he was blind, he could sense aerial vibrations. He trained himself to detect activity with his mind. He could make out several griffins, and, an unknown life form?
The griffins were scared, as he was an ancient hero, and they were not. They landed vertically onto the cliff wall below him. The soulkeeper looked over the edge as griffins were emerging closer to him. The courier griffin, raised his hand, steadily, to make sure he wasn't an enemy. The griffin was shivering as it met Terrorblade's cold, dark hands with it's talons. After confirming that the creature was a messenger, it pulled out something.
There Furion was standing, looking around, only to find Terrorblade's blind eyes to be staring at him. Immediately, he held Furion to his chest, covering him as he ripped an enormous wave of dark energy to cause the sentinel creatures to flee. The soulkeeper took the mischief little boy to nearby white tent.
"You belong to us" - That was the only thing Furion heard Terrorblade say under his breath. The next morning, he was sent in a wooden carriage by some peons as the soulkeper was watching him be sent away.

"Come on, move it, you know what to do."
There was an orc raider supervising 2 peons pushing the carriage Furion was in. It was steaming. They walked through the searing heat, only to rest in the night time when they arrived in the main base. There in the night were they at a campfire, singing songs and eating meat. Soon, order was set. An icy presence walked floated in. Soon, ther Nerubian came and followed.
"Lord Kel'Thuzad, we have received a message from the sentinel. The soulkeeper gave it to us." said one of the orcs.
"Let me see."
A minute later.
"Lies! You fools, there is no message!"
"Oh no, I'm sorry sir! He must of escaped"

4


The clone woke up in the wooden carriage. There was something wrong. A powerful Lich was shouting in rage. Everything was slow. Everything was in a haze, everything was light blue. Furion looked at his hands, it was transparent. He couldn't hear anything, but a small velvet chime. He stood up and dusted his cloak. No one could notice him. Waves of confusion assaulted Furion, he walked out to the cliff. Down, there was nothing but dark, grey mist, leading to no where. He was scared, what was happening to him? No one could see him, except for one person.
A demonic figure, half crow, half dog was also not seen. For Furion had not noticed the beast yet, it had attacked, ripping his clothes. It smothered it's saliva all over Furion. Instinctly, he raised his stick and a white nova came out. A circular mass of the dark land exploded. It drew attention to the Lich. Furion quickly climbed out with his stubby legs and dissapeared. The demon was there, barely living, trying to stand up. The Lich hovered over to the mystery. He chanted a few words and raised his bony hands at the crater. A white beam of crystal was lasered at the hole. The beast was seen and fleed, leaving gravel and rubbel behind. It seemed that the Lich could see a part of the spiritual world. There was a long pause.
"It can't be, the boy has the power to go through worlds"

There Furion walked in dizziness, in the woods. He was still in the mysterious instance. The boy was wounded, a sever cut in his legs. It was twilight, and his energy was drained. He came to a spot, to lean against a comfortable tree.

There were howls in the forest that shook Furion up. He thought it was the morning, but under the control of spirits, he was hallucinated. Soon, a pack of demons came this time. Not only dogs, but harpies. Suddenly, the dog's all jumped at Furion. He was unable to cast magic, as the harpies were shackling him. The boy was defenceless, as he was pinned down to the tree, but he wasn't getting bitten. Instead, the dogs were sticking their tongues into Furion's transparent shoulders. Since he was a spirit at that moment, there was zero collision. It was a funny feeling. It was like all his purity and soul was being drained. Soon the dogs and the harpies all froze. Their eyes moved and looked back, showing painful agony. Soon, they were let loose, but then they were blasted by energy. A ward was blasting nether in all directions, making all the demons flee, barely surviving.

It wasn't a man, it was a more hunched back figure in cloaks. It was carry a few skulls on it's back, and moreover, it approached Furion.
"Don't worry young fellow, I saved you. I'm not a spirit but I can use chakra to see. Follow me to my den." The boy followed him until they came across a small trail in the bush. After long minutes of walking, they reached a waterfall. It was painfully loud as the rapids in the water gushed, clashing rocks and falling down to a river.
"What do you see?" Furion cleared his throat as he hadn't spoken since Purist and Traxex met him.
"I see, a waterfall and a whirlpool"
"Okay, now. We are going to jump in. Once we get in, I want you to go to the small whirlpool, which is the first one. If you don't swim there you are going to get sucked by the big whirlpool down to the rivers below."

It was a fun ride, but now they were soaking wet and cold, stenched in something dirty. "Hurry, before we catch a sickness". The man ran into a cave. The boy jumped in too.
It was a quiet den, filled with jewelry, crystals, skulls, dolls and a large witch bowl. "Have a taste of this, you're having a sickness. It's your first time as a spirit." Furion digged into the green soup.
"Excuse me sir, what's happening to me?"
"You've entered the spirit world. Since it's your first time, you're not going to be feeling well. The spiritual world is both a good and a bad place. What lies within is the truth and hope. Two valuable things, but it too can have dangerous things, such as demons you've encountered. Don't worry, you'll be able to control your spirit, and my magic shall drive these demons away from the cave. By the way, my name is Vol'Jin."

Furion was lying down in his bed and the witch doctor was on the floor.
"Vol'Jin--"
"Sleep mon, demons don't hurt but they suck energy and all the good from your soul. Just rest"

"My power wasted! You imbecile! You've wasted dark energy from the nethers unatainable and my own personal time! How can he be gone? What the hell in god's name!" The Soulkeeper raged and decapitated the peon on the spot.

EDIT: I just figured out the whole plot. This is going to be a hell of a long story. Well, not in comparison to other authors, just me. Oh, and if you don't get it, just read on. Oh yes- there are a few mistakes.. But I'll correct them in the end, if not, potatocannon might, but I'm not counting on him.

I edited the first few parts. I'm tired. lol

[Steven]

Eheheh... Well, check your inbox for my PM, if you really want to take part in this

Edit: I've put all the revised work into the first post.

[RazedBlossoms]

I uh, got no pm. O_O

[Steven]

How about, now? sorry if it didn't go through.

[RazedBlossoms]

I saw a blatant [Deleted this part because I thought this was redundant.] LOL.
And don't do up such a wordy fanfic, nobody likes reading walls of texts. @_@

[Steven]

? I don't understand. Clarify