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Forlorn Clones - Chapter 4, Spiritual World
Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 1:24 pmI got a few ideas from a small story called “binary fission” – but everything else was from me. So enjoy this
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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 140 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.
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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!”
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SPOOOOOOOIIIILLLERRR (if this doesn't make sense, read)
Basically this story is about 2 clones of Furion. All the mythical defenders of the ancients are all, ancient. They now live in the time of the humans, and this part of the story took place in Mexico. They all run on an elixir that will make them live, they don't look anything different and they can still defend their ancients.
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my first first comment......
well the concept is an interesting one being set in a later period of time..
i think this could be a very,very nice read if written well..
keep up the good work..
cant wait for the next part
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Cool, woot. Thx
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just, u shuld make it 1400 yrs not 140 yrs, in the normal dota time perios, he is already liek what, 500 yrs old?? still. nice concept.
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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"
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Interesting... You describe the people and what they say detailed. I would love you to continue this.
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Thanks alot. I've already got the whole story planned out. Writing chaper up tomorrow.
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well i like the 2nd chapter but it could be better if things(events) didn't just pop up...lol
and i had no idea rooftrellen could fly and had no collision with trees....haha
still....nice!
keep up the good work
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I like the story... exciting one
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Okayz. Time for the next chapter
Chapter 3 - Delivery
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"
Sorry this is the end of the chap, doesn't seem like an ending, but I kinds g2g right now
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"The soulkeeper took the mischief little boy to nearby white tent."
Dont u mean mischievous??
Other than that, nice chapter.
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Look up in a dictionary
www.google.com and type in "define:mischief"
now try www.google.com and type in "define:mischievous"
see the difference? or just look it up in a disctionary
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Argh, no one likes my story? okay next chapter.
Chapter 4 - Spiritual World
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.
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Really sorry for the triple post, but seriously, are you ignoring me or being hateful:(
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