Light of Dark
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,236
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Chosen One
Title: Light of Dark
Author: Kat Andre
Rating: R (so far. Further chapters may raise rating) strong language and grotesque, violent depictions. Read if you can stomach it. Additional warnings will be added with each chapter if needed. Please read and review.
Description: A child of Light is born every century. This child is then sacrificed as a counter to evil. The prophecy of the Alkai states that one child of a world lost in darkness will bring forth the Dulande’, the ancient warriors of the dead. This child shall bring forth a new age where Light and Dark unite.
Warnings: This is an original fic. Therefore all rights are reserved to me. DO NOT COPY!! Damn, don’t know where this is going, my muse likes taking over. In the dream sequence it may be difficult to read I will provide a footnote for it. Sorry for the short chappies but my bunny likes it quick.
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Zalrin looks out the window of his hospital room, watching the rain fall. Every now and then a streak of lightning lights the sky. It was midnight and the only sound to be heard was the steady beeping of the machines. They said he’d had a fit and wanted to keep him overnight for observation. Like he couldn’t tell what they really wanted to know. He lets out a sarcastic laugh and sighs. They thought he’d have a break down.
:What do they know any way? They all think I may go psycho any minute. They need to stop focusing on me.: His disgruntled thoughts continue for an hour before he succumbs to a fitful sleep, desperately hoping the nightmares don't come back.
//He walks through a misty, dark forest that seems endless. The trees are so dense that the sky is not visible. He feels the fingers of the icy cold fog wrap around him, chilling him to the bone. Shivering he continues to walk on the small goat trail. There were no other passages elsewhere, the underbrush covered any possible escape except forward.
“Zaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”
He stops as a cold, raspy voice whispers his name. Shaking out of it, thinking it’s his imagination, he walks further in the dark forest. The trees reach for him menacingly, as if they wish to capture him to their bark, roughened bosom. He ducks down as the branches scrap is back lightly. The trees grow bigger, more frightening as he runs as fast as he can through the forest. Ducking and dodging the sharp branches reaching for him, he nearly falls in shock at the voice calling him again.
“Zaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Cooooooooooomeee tooooooo uuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssssss! Weeeeeeee aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrreeeeeeee yyyyyyyyyoooooooooooouuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrr deeeeeeeeessssssssssttttttttttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyy!”[1]
“What the hell?” Zalrin asks, whipping around. A dark, cloaked figure steps towards him. It seemed to be a part of the fog. He backs up and finds himself trapped in the unyielding embrace of a tree. The branches make a prison he cannot escape from, forcing him to watch the figure come close. A bony hand reaches up to be placed on his heart. Ice seems to encase him as frozen putrid breath floats over him as the hooded creature speaks.
“RRRRRRRRRReeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmbbbbbbbbeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrr!”[2]
Images fly through his head.
Death.
Destruction.
Chaos.
War.
Hell.
Blood. So much blood soaking everywhere. Rivers of it pooling in puddles. The stench of death and rotting corpses permeating the air make him gag. He finds himself standing on a low incline in a world on the brink of a war. The Light and Dark battling. The Dark try to survive the onslaught. Children slain to appease the evil lay on an altar of Light. Warriors ripped apart by nightmares and dreams. Bodies and limbs flying, falling, and rolling to his feet as he watches the carnage in mystified horror.
“Yyyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ttttttttttttttttttttthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee cccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooossssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn oooooooooooonnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeee!”[3]
A woman’s melodious voice speaks to him in his mind.
“A child of Light is born every century. This child is then sacrificed as a counter to evil. The prophecy of the Alkai states that one child of a world lost in darkness will bring forth the Dulande’, the ancient warriors of the dead. This child shall bring forth a new age where Light and Dark unite. He is the Chosen One. He is you. You have been Lost in darkness. You shall rise. You are the Chosen One. Come to us”\
Zalrin gasps as he sits up. “That was the weirdest dream ever.Wonder what the hell it all means.” He flops down as he watches the sun rise over the city. The rain had stopped long before he awoke.
[footnote]
[1] The creepy figure translation is “Zalrin! Come to us! We are your destiny!”
[2] “Remember”
[3] You are the Chosen One
Author: Kat Andre
Rating: R (so far. Further chapters may raise rating) strong language and grotesque, violent depictions. Read if you can stomach it. Additional warnings will be added with each chapter if needed. Please read and review.
Description: A child of Light is born every century. This child is then sacrificed as a counter to evil. The prophecy of the Alkai states that one child of a world lost in darkness will bring forth the Dulande’, the ancient warriors of the dead. This child shall bring forth a new age where Light and Dark unite.
Warnings: This is an original fic. Therefore all rights are reserved to me. DO NOT COPY!! Damn, don’t know where this is going, my muse likes taking over. In the dream sequence it may be difficult to read I will provide a footnote for it. Sorry for the short chappies but my bunny likes it quick.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Zalrin looks out the window of his hospital room, watching the rain fall. Every now and then a streak of lightning lights the sky. It was midnight and the only sound to be heard was the steady beeping of the machines. They said he’d had a fit and wanted to keep him overnight for observation. Like he couldn’t tell what they really wanted to know. He lets out a sarcastic laugh and sighs. They thought he’d have a break down.
:What do they know any way? They all think I may go psycho any minute. They need to stop focusing on me.: His disgruntled thoughts continue for an hour before he succumbs to a fitful sleep, desperately hoping the nightmares don't come back.
//He walks through a misty, dark forest that seems endless. The trees are so dense that the sky is not visible. He feels the fingers of the icy cold fog wrap around him, chilling him to the bone. Shivering he continues to walk on the small goat trail. There were no other passages elsewhere, the underbrush covered any possible escape except forward.
“Zaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”
He stops as a cold, raspy voice whispers his name. Shaking out of it, thinking it’s his imagination, he walks further in the dark forest. The trees reach for him menacingly, as if they wish to capture him to their bark, roughened bosom. He ducks down as the branches scrap is back lightly. The trees grow bigger, more frightening as he runs as fast as he can through the forest. Ducking and dodging the sharp branches reaching for him, he nearly falls in shock at the voice calling him again.
“Zaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Cooooooooooomeee tooooooo uuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssssss! Weeeeeeee aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrreeeeeeee yyyyyyyyyoooooooooooouuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrr deeeeeeeeessssssssssttttttttttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyy!”[1]
“What the hell?” Zalrin asks, whipping around. A dark, cloaked figure steps towards him. It seemed to be a part of the fog. He backs up and finds himself trapped in the unyielding embrace of a tree. The branches make a prison he cannot escape from, forcing him to watch the figure come close. A bony hand reaches up to be placed on his heart. Ice seems to encase him as frozen putrid breath floats over him as the hooded creature speaks.
“RRRRRRRRRReeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmbbbbbbbbeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrr!”[2]
Images fly through his head.
Death.
Destruction.
Chaos.
War.
Hell.
Blood. So much blood soaking everywhere. Rivers of it pooling in puddles. The stench of death and rotting corpses permeating the air make him gag. He finds himself standing on a low incline in a world on the brink of a war. The Light and Dark battling. The Dark try to survive the onslaught. Children slain to appease the evil lay on an altar of Light. Warriors ripped apart by nightmares and dreams. Bodies and limbs flying, falling, and rolling to his feet as he watches the carnage in mystified horror.
“Yyyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ttttttttttttttttttttthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee cccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooossssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn oooooooooooonnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeee!”[3]
A woman’s melodious voice speaks to him in his mind.
“A child of Light is born every century. This child is then sacrificed as a counter to evil. The prophecy of the Alkai states that one child of a world lost in darkness will bring forth the Dulande’, the ancient warriors of the dead. This child shall bring forth a new age where Light and Dark unite. He is the Chosen One. He is you. You have been Lost in darkness. You shall rise. You are the Chosen One. Come to us”\
Zalrin gasps as he sits up. “That was the weirdest dream ever.Wonder what the hell it all means.” He flops down as he watches the sun rise over the city. The rain had stopped long before he awoke.
[footnote]
[1] The creepy figure translation is “Zalrin! Come to us! We are your destiny!”
[2] “Remember”
[3] You are the Chosen One