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In case you’re wondering, this is what ppl picked.
1. Gale
2. Arc
3. Flame
4. Serenity
You’ll know what they are later. It’s actually kinda funny. Everyone has different clothes cos this is like in the mid ages or so. What does that mean? That means, if you’re a girl, you have to wear a dress, and if you’re a guy uhhhhh........................ *brain dies*
I had to change everyone’s last name to Cruz bc Ray-chan-chan-chan-chan-chan picked #1 for Gale and #1 was the main part. I guess I should have randomized the numbers up a bit, huh? sweatdrop Arc doesn’t have a last name and neither does Serenity. Flame does, but if I used Sea, there would be enough “sea” to drown the entire world. This isn’t written in chapters, but it is written in sections due to the fact that it would be very long and no one would read it if I put it as a whole. I’ve changed the title a few times and I dunno if I should change it again. I just have it on the original title, but I don’t really like it. No, I’m not stalling cos of laziness ninja who told you that? Anyway, here’s the story already xp
Dark Castle
A roar sounded as another blade of thunder slashed through the night. The light eerily danced through the black clouds like a ballet. Grass violently swayed from side to side as the storm tore at the very roots. A dreary castle proudly stood in the midst, its inhabitants shut off from the rest of the world.
The people strolling down the cobblestone streets in the city where horses darted, proudly carrying their passengers, had labeled the Cruz Castle as cursed. They were once declared the richest in the country. The fortune had flourished until they seemed to have gold coins coming out of their ears. Sense the death of the late mistress, the fortune had diminished. The head master had soon followed after and workers stopped showing up. The land itself had gone to a standstill, but taxes continued to drain the fortune to a mere puddle of its former self. With nowhere else to go, the final heir of the castle had no choice, but to stay in the only place they were welcome. The castle walls couldn’t very well give them dirty looks or refuse them service for living in its chambers.
The windows of the castle were shut tightly as the wind tirelessly beat against them. Not a single bit of this seemed to catch the attention of the man working through these walls of stone. Galious Cruz, most commonly known as Gale, sat by his lonesome in the upper chambers in a dark room lit only by a candle and the occasional flashes of lightning. His silver hair shone in the candle light, a quality his clothing had long sinse lost. The four stone walls enclosed like a prison cell.
The room remained completely empty and untouched until a large desk and chair had been moved in thirty-two years ago, shortly after Gale was born. His father had shoved his studies down his throat sense he was old enough to understand. The door obtained a lock that could only be operated from outside of the room, to lock in any pesky children that could not concentrate on their studies. Most of his life had wasted away in front of the very desk he now sat before.
The rich redwood of the desk and chair had turned into a dull grey through the ages. Even as a young child, he couldn’t concentrate in front of it. It all seemed overwhelming to be locked in a room with naught but a desk, chair, work, and a large window. It seemed so easy to be able to end it all. Just a quick jump out the window and it would all be over. Maybe that was what his father wanted, but that b*****d is dead now, leaving only a memory and a dwindling fortune. The man had gone completely mad when his wife died. Most claim that he killed himself while others protest there was something more supernatural about his death.
The fire in the candle flickered and almost went out. Gale had been sitting at this desk for almost two days now. He locked himself inside with a piece of parchment, a quill, and ink for his final attempt to earn the fortune back. The enclosed space and parchment lying in front of him, eating away at his mind, hadn’t created anymore motivation. In the last two days, he did anything to keep his mind occupied. Last night a moth had flown into the flame of the candle, becoming apart of it and burning alive in an instant. This morning a mouse had scurried across the floor into a hole with a crumb of bread. Only one thing was certain at this point: It would be easier for one to write a story if one had an imagination in the first place.
The fire finally flickered and died, encasing the chamber in a complete blanket of darkness. Taking it as a sign to just give up already, Gale lay his head on the desk to wait for sleep to come, although the walls forbade sleep as their duty. The door unlocked and slowly crept open as a figure stepped in with a lit candle. The light from the candle flooded the room in an instant, illuminating even the cracks in the wall. The figure was another man with black and white hair that had been tied back into a small pony tail. His clothing seemed to shine brighter than the candle, filling the room with sliver, gold, and blue.
Gale raised his head slightly to see the face of his visitor though he already knew who it was. His brother Arc, older by five years, held the candle with a look of slight concern on his face. Gale placed his head back down to shield his eyes from the light as Arc put the candle on the table and picked up the parchment to read it aloud. “A.........” It seemed obvious that Gale hadn’t had any brilliant ideas.
Arc sighed, “Two days locked up here and you finally learn the first letter of the alphabet. Remember what comes next?” Gale mumbled in response, “Let’s see you do better.” “You mind if I help out?” “Not at all!” Gale spoke cheerfully and Arc picked up the quill and dipped it in the ink with just the same mood. He wrote a few words on the parchment. Of course not, you sick b*****d. Over the years, Gale had completely faked affection for his brother with acting that would have made a movie star green with envy.
Through his childhood years, Arc, being the older of the two, had constantly ridiculed and put him through misery. While Gale was locked up with his studies, Arc was allowed to do whatever he wished. Both of his parents clearly seemed to favor Arc over him, and each day seemed to get worse until time didn’t matter. It passed ceaselessly and Gale just got used to the ridicules and the studies.
After writing down about a paragraph, Arc turned to Gale to find he had already left. “Hey, where’d ya go?”
Sense Arc unlocked the door, a small girl of ten with brown hair called Flame had been peering through the door. She watched as Gale got up and left without making a single sound while she stayed hidden in the shadows. While happy her father had finally left that room for the first time in two days, she still felt a ping of sadness. It wasn’t always like this.... Daddy never went in that room.... when Mommy was alive.
The castle was once filled with a lot of people. Now there was just the three of them. Everyone had left so quickly over the span of just a few tears. “I don’t want anyone else to die....” Flame whispered aloud as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
Flame quickly hid far back in the shadows as Arc strolled out with the candle and walked down the hall. Making no sound at all had been the hard part. Her light blue dress always got in the way of things. It was normal at the top, but really big at the bottom. Every day, she expected to find clowns in it like a circus tent.
When the light from the candle had faded away into nothing, she retreated back to the door and began counting the stone blocks. She stopped on the thirty-seventh one and pushed it in. From seemingly nowhere, the wall caved in to reveal a room. The far wall was only glass and the occasional lightning strikes from outside would illuminate the whole room. It was filled with decorations and shelves, most of which were empty.
Feeling her way through the unseen obstacles, she eventually found the one thing she was looking for. She carefully picked it up from the shelf on which it lay. It was a simple old photograph taken of Flame, Gale, and “Mommy” Serenity before all the bad stuff had happened. We all look so happy... Flame couldn’t help but yearn for the way things used to be.
A few more minutes passed and Flame was about to go to sleep. She didn’t like sleeping in her room due to the feeling of constant dread like someone was always there, just watching and waiting.
A huge crash sounded as a blade of lightning stroke just yards away from the castle, near the very room Flame was admiring her favorite picture now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The glass of the window shattered into thousands of pieces in an instant. In a wild panic, Flame dropped the picture and hid under a shelf for a few minutes, at least until she stopped shaking.
Upon coming out from underneath the shelf, she immediately remembered the picture and felt stupid for dropping it so quickly. She waited to let her eyes adjust some more to the dark before looking for it as to not get cut on too many shards of glass. Flame was horrified to find that a piece of glass had pierced the picture. It had been her only friend remaining and she had lost it due to her own carelessness.
Flame had been too upset to notice Serenity was missing on the picture. A burst of light shone, not from lightning, but from the picture where Serenity had been. Flame looked back up to the light, expecting to find another stroke of lightning, but before her, stood a figure enshrouded in the light. It wore a dress similar in fashion to Flame’s and had long orange-ish hair. Flame spoke a single word, “Mommy......?”
The figure exploded in light that flew in all different directions. They flew through the walls, with them taking a feeling of dread and discomfort. Whether from fatigue or something else, Flame collapsed.
When she finally awoke, there seemed to be something extra. Like there was someone hovering over her that could not be seen. A someone that intended only harm and no good. She could her voices sounding, coming closer like an impending doom.
Kk, I’m finally done with the first stupid part now. Yeh, the story is about zombies. They haven’t shown up yet, but they’re about to. Serenity does not turn into a zombie -_- I got lazy at the end cos I couldn’t finish earlier and it was late. Why did a finish so late? I had to cook dinner. No, why did I cook dinner when I have 3456435 things I have to draw, a story I have to continue, and probably a few other things I’m gonna regret forgetting about later? Cos mom was complaining like a b***h saying, “I have a headache crying ” BOO HOO!! scream I’ve had a headache for 2 days straight and I haven’t been complaining like a little a** about it! I have so much s**t I have to get done and she makes it worse cos she has a headache! ppl, when you grow up, don’t ever be like that. It’s ridiculous. Let me just add onto my kids stress and work by making her cook dinner while I sit in my room and smoke cigarettes all day -_- Sorry, I’m just really mad about that now. I didn’t say anything about it and I quietly got up and cooked freakin dinner, but next time I’m freaking complaining about it and saying something. You know, I would like to get things done for a change mad I’m finally gonna be able to go to bed now, but I actually have the fear that a zombie will get me before I get to my door smile ZOMG NUUUUUUUUUUUU Not the zombies! >.>
 SaidTheRavenNeverMore · Sat Oct 28, 2006 @ 04:46am · 5 Comments |
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