~* Exploit of the End *~ (OMG!! It's back!)

[Bulbasaur4]

^^; Well, I was digging through my trash of WordDocs, and I found SO many beginnings of story ideas n'such... and RPG drafts... until I came upon two folders. One titled, "Exploit of the End" and my other folder, "Mayla La Umbre". Both are fics which I started and actually continued. Mayla La Umbre is finished, but grammer isn't too up to par and I believe one whole part is done in first person, while the others all are in 3rd. ^^; So I am putting up this fic first, even though it isn't finished but it has 8 chapters heee? I'll finish it too! I SWEAAAAARSSS BY THE PREEEECIOUUUUS!

Heh... and this fic will actually have pokemon in it too. OMG!

Well, enough talk... read it! ^^;

Exploit of the End

Chapter 1
Can you feel the darkness that surrounds you?
Can’t you feel it churn with in your heart?
Can there be more to what meets the eye?
Will the one destined part?
As the darkness grows,
So does the fire in his soul,
When the darkness rages,
He will pay the hardest toll

My soul ached from the pain that had swept over the deep valley only hours ago, but to my sore heart if felt like years. I stared blankly in the blazing fire in our fireplace, as the flames seem to tentatively lick at the wood. The smell of campfire smoke filled my nostrils as the glow of the fire reflected from my light skin tone, but I did not feel the warmth. The room I sat in was cold to me, and it only stabbed at my heart with each glance at every object the room was equipped with, pictures, candles, furniture, and more house-hold things. Despite the ever burning flames of the fire, the room was relatively dark and shadows seemed to dance around as I sat in the cold, hard oak chair staring around with nothing to do but weep.

I gazed out the frost bitten window, for me it was a misty lens to look through to see how the pain that nibbled at my soul caused others to rejoice. I saw the outside world, the snow covered the earth, the tree’s branches heaved and sighed by the weight of the last blizzard, and I felt the bitterness of the cold from outside. I then turned my liquid, icy blue eyes to the sky, and saw the stars twinkle with a mysterious glow, as if they were hiding a secret I perhaps did not know about. The moon’s vibrant rays hit the surface of the snow, which lit up the scene I despised so much that occurred now outside the valley.

People of all shapes, sizes, genders and heritage were standing around a tremendous bon fire, their faces filled with many different expressions. Some men were talking heatedly, laughing and smiling, adding more fuel to the fire, while some others had solemn faces, as if thinking hard about what important even occurred. Women were also talking, their faces almost as readable as the men, they were probably happy that the great danger, that was only a few hours ago going to eat them alive, was gone. Only a couple, a few close friends of mine were actually crying. I despised all of them, they would never experience the pain I am now, they will never.

I then turned my attention to the great bon fire, which they all were gathered around closely, despite its dangerous flames that could easily reach out to them and burn them alive. My outraged heart some times wished that would happen, but deep inside I knew I was only thinking in anger, pain and frustration. The fire again, was huge; the flames seemed to reach to the clear night sky, as if wanting to touch the stars. Bright, vibrant colors of red, oranges, yellows and light blues danced around and were reflected from the snow’s icy white surface. The “fuel” that the men were tossing into the arms of the fire were actually weapons of all shapes and sizes. Wooden and metal guns, knives, daggers, swords, sickles and many other various weapons, used to harm other people or as tools of war, were tossed in. Only that act of understanding that everyone did seemed to satisfy my hungry heart, only that. As I looked at the fire, I understood that the whole world, the whole human race, at this time was doing the same as the village I lived in now was doing. I could only imagine huge, blazing fires all over the earth because of my pain, my loss and my suffering. It angered me so, but yet I knew that my pain was only the slight and small cost to what would have happened if my son did not do what he did.

“Knock, knock, knock.” The door was banged upon, and it startled me, breaking the silence in the room and shattering my private thoughts. Reluctantly, I slowly got up from the wooden chair and stumbled over to the door by the fireplace. Grabbing the brass handle, I slowly opened the door and saw an old man standing there, his face wrinkled with deep concern.
“…Hello Mrs. Velxu… I’m am sorry to bother you at this hour… I…I just came by because I stumbled across something I think will be worth a lot to you.” Mr. Crimson said, and I nodded, though it was almost impossible to not show how angry I was with such a disruption. He was an old man, his light gray hair almost gone and his deep brown eyes surrounded with wrinkles from frowning and age. His suit was made of soft wool cloth of tan color along with his pants that matched. His shoes were brown and worn, along with his over all body appearance.

“Thank you Mr. Crimson, I am sorry if I seemed angered, but I am merely tired.” I said, clenching my fists behind my back, as my skirt swayed a bit with my moving hips across my dark wooden floor. He nodded and handed me a small box, and then nodding he quickly moved away from the door and trudged across the snowy ground. I whispered silently, as if my voice had suddenly vanished…“thank you…” I gazed at the small, black wooden box and slowly stroked it gently while moving back to my creaky old chair.

Sitting down, I gently opened the box, almost afraid of what I might find. Inside the small square container, was small cotton fuzz to cushion whatever may be inside. I gently peeled away the cotton, letting it fall lightly to the floor and inside was the most memorable object I will ever have. Inside, was a small glossy-looking marble, which seemed to glow with magic that was trapped inside. Swirls of red, blue, purple and many other colors of the rainbow moved inside it, and immediately I recognized it. My eyes began to moisten as warm, salty tears started to gently trickle down my soft cheek, and I did not bother to wipe it away. My throat burned and my lungs started to heave, and I tried to force back down the horrible feelings I had inside. For a moment, I had to set the marble back down and cover my face with my cold hands to stop myself from howling in sadness and pain. Stifling my cries, I drew a deep breath with in my lungs and turned my attention back to the enchanted marble.

The marble belonged to my son, my beautiful, loyal and courageous son. He had this marble since he first began to learn the arts of magic and nature powers, ever since he was only a bit older then a toddler. I could still picture his soft light brown hair waving about as he ran into the house that day and cried to me,
“Mommy! Mommy! Look I got this from grandpa!” I could still remember how his icy blue eyes sparkled when he showed me the magical marble, glowing with intensity that even I was mystified by it as well.

I could still remember that day and it only seemed like a few days ago when he left… and now it seemed like ages when he left me, forever.
“At least… at least I can now see how he lived, what adventures he found and what… what it was like to reach the end.” I said out loud, even though I didn’t know if I was ready to face what he did so long ago. I looked at the marble, and then suddenly remembering I looked to the dark corner to the right side of the room. There, laying down all curled up in misery, more misery then I probably, was my son’s most beloved traveling partner… Revero.

His midnight black fur was still a bit wet, and it seemed to droop with misery as Revero’s flaming red eyes seemed to be dull as they shifted their saddened gaze from the fire to me. His fur was coal-like black, except for his under belly which was a dull white and his muzzle which was a rich and deep brown. Revero’s paws were huge, and the claws still seemed to be stretched out, as if ready for an attack while his devil-like black tail was curled around his large bulging hind legs. His muzzle was huge but the fangs remained hidden as his head rested upon his front black paws. The bone rib-looking things on his back glistened from the fire’s happy glow along with the bone circles around his upper paws and the pair of large white horns on his head. Looking at my son’s creature he befriended along his journey made me feel guilty, here I was angered at everyone that existed in this entire age but yet poor Revero was sitting all alone in the corner with his own guilty thoughts.

“Come here Revero, you poor little Houndoom.” I said, and patted my knee, a friendly gesture from him to come over. Her slowly strained to get to his feet, and when he did he staggered a bit, still tired and a bit pained to walk. His tail dropped and his head hung low as he strode over to me, his head easily reaching to the height of my chest. I patted his soft, silky feeling fur and looked into his deep reddened eyes. A long, moon shaped scar curved over his right eye, and I immediately wondered how this creature got that, but yet I knew I might be able to find out.

“Here Revero, your master’s marble. With it, I may able to see what you and my son have lived through. Do you care to look with me? If not, it is okay, for I know you will recall each memory with a wincing heart.” I gently showed the gleaming marble to Revero, the fireplace’s glow illuminating it. Revero’s eyes twinkled with wonder as he stared at it for a while, and then sat down close to me, as if to wait.
“All right, we shall see together.” I said and held the marble tight with in my left hand, the hand closest to the Houndoom. I knew that this marble was a Sorcerer’s marble, a special marble made for those who are only destined to become a keeper of magic. The enchanted marble recorded what the owner of the marble saw and heard, and basically lived through. I knew that if one were to find another’s marble, they may be able to open the sort of virtual “diary” and relive through what the Sorcerer did. Of course, you must know the “password” or words to open the marble, but this being my son’s marble; I knew what they would be.

Holding the enchanted sphere into the air gently, I began to say the words to open it. As I began to say them, the marble began to glow a dark and eerie blue.

Open your wisdom onto thee,
Show me what he had seen,
Unlock the unknown life inside,
Let me see the moments of pride,

With these words, the marble began to swirl around madly, flashing brilliantly of all the colors known to man and a rainbow aura began to spread around my body and then to Revero… I continued to chant.

I want to know what he had done,
I want to know who really won,
I will listen intent with thy ears,
If you will only speak the years…

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

Awww....how nice...

I liked the beginning, it's really well written, and the emotions felt by the lady are well described..

Hurry up and post..I want to learn more about her son....

[Troy - Rise and Fall]

OMFG O_o;;; Tis here! I swear I have the first four chapters somewhere archived in my computer! And they must be dated pretty old. Imagine, I read this when it first started and I haven't been here in more than just months.

Anyway, I don't really remember how it started back when I read so I can't compare them (if you changed anything), but I really like this: there's the suspense, there's the hot characters (wha-at? I picture them hot in my head XD), and well, there's a plot o_o;;

So well, that's about it *eats lunch* gotta go, bye!

- Troy

[Bulbasaur4]

^^ Tankies!!!
Hyperness: ^^ Yay! Well, the next chapter is in his point of view... so you get your wish! ^^

Troy: ^^ Hot characters? o.O;; Well... actually I always pictured him rather hot. lol. His mother tho... well... -_-;; never thought... lol.

Well! Next chapter! Hope this one is good fer ya!




The Exploit of the End

Chapter Two
When the wind blows,
And the wolves howl,
When the moon rises,
And night's on prowl,
Then evil is released,
And all the children scream,
Then lies destroy truth,
And no one will ever dream.

I gazed around at the landscape which surrounded me, trees were with bare branches, dull brown and crispy leaves were on the ground that crunched ever so slightly when I stepped upon them, and the sky was a beautiful blue. I breathed in deeply, the smell of late autumn filling in my lungs, making me feel whole and complete. I loved autumn, it reminded me of when I first became a jirokai, or a “spell caster,” and it also announced the arrival of winter with in a few weeks. Indeed, the air was cold and crisp as the leaves I stepped upon, and my breath could be seen every time I exhaled as I walked along the hidden trail of the woods near my house.

I, Jirokai Jerima Velxu was merely walking in the late autumn towards Maiice’s house. Maiice was my teacher, he taught me how to become a spell caster, and now after 4 long years my training was over, he told me he had taught all he could teach but strangely, after 3 months of saying this, he asked me to come to his training house. It wasn’t a long walk, but my mind kept racing around trying to find a reason he would call me at such a time… and like usual my mind always thought of the worst.

“What if he says you need more training? Are unfit? Unsuited? What If you have…” more and more pestering from my mind kept hitting me. I struggled to think reasonably, that was my problem with being a jirokai. At least that was what Maiice told me, I remembered the words he said to me not to long ago…

“Jerima, you are a fine spell caster and have an eye for casting spells and a heart for receiving them. There is only one problem I can detect will be a problem, your mind thinks too much. You think of the worst before you enter a situation, and with being a spell caster, you must not think of the worst but of the best.”

Finally, after puzzling myself with my thoughts, I saw the old wooden training house. It was round, almost cylinder and looked odd at that. The wood was some how bent to make a perfect circle and even the door was bent to match the circular structure. It was done by magic of course, but to anyone knew to our area would think it perfectly odd. I reached the door of the roundhouse, and opened it to be wafted with smells of dried fruit, flowers and other spices that stung at my nose. Even training here for four years had not gotten my nose to get used to the strong smell that was forever trapped inside. I looked about to see the familiar room that I saw every day only months ago. Inside the cylinder training house, was only one room, it had a hard round-wooden table in the center and along the walls were various instruments and objects along the ledges built in the walls. The fireplace inside the room was burning brightly, creating some more light in the large home even with it being daytime and the windows letting rays enter the structure.

“I see you are here…” A deep voice called to me, and I turned to my right to see Maiice sitting in a comfortable silky chair, staring at me intently. I bowed ever so slightly and nodded saying,
“Hello Maiice, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Maiice merely laughed slowly, and motioned for me to sit down next to him. I walked to the other silky chair to the right of him and sat down, wondering what he was going to say.

I could see his deep brown eyes surveying me; he was seeing any changes in me. Behind him I could see a large mirror propped up, and there I could see my features as well. My scruffy brown hair that was a tad bit messy from the light wind, my radiant icy blue eyes, and my light tan skin. I was about 6’2, pretty short for the average man in our village but reasonable. My cloths looked rather normal, regular brown leather-like pants that were a bit too big for me, a long sleeved black cloth shirt, and over the shirt I wore a deep brown light jacket made from animal hide, equipped with rugged hiking-like boots. They were pretty normal cloths, but for a jirokai the seemed pretty odd. Maiice startled me with is sudden loud and abrupt laughter, and I turned from the mirror to him as he gazed at me with a sparkle in his eye.

“Still think your cloths are not fit for a trained jirokai?” He said and patted me on the back.
“Trust me, ‘tis smart to wear what you are. This will make you more blended in and unknown, remember, jirokais are big targets for shootings.” I nodded, understanding.

Our world, our entire world seemed to be at war with everyone, and even with ourselves. Only a couple people in this world have good hearts that have not been tamed by hate or claimed by the devil himself… Maiice and I believing to be one of those. Heck, the war was so bad that it was considered common to see a new man or women, perhaps even a child laying dead on the street from another person’s rage. Yet, no one made a move to reinforce our once “strict” laws. It made me sick thinking about it… but yet I knew I was lucky. I was raised with my mother; she fought hard and well to keep our house from going to thieves and murderous people. She raised me and wanted me to be protected and able to get away from our village, so she made Maiice teach me to be a spell caster. If I became a spell caster, legally I could leave our land into others and get away from all the violence. The only problem with my mother’s plan was the “getting away from violence” part, because Maiice said that war was all over the world, and perhaps even worse then our own village.

Yes, he said the world was d*mned, and he said you’re lucky if you live to be thirty, let alone as old as him, which was well over 70. I sighed; everyone in the world had at least one gun and 2 different types of knives, not to help them to kill for food, but just to kill people who have hurt you in the littlest ways. It was all mad and foolish, but yet no one could see through his or her darkened eyes of rage, despair and hate. Kids, every day died because of their parents striking out at them, or kids getting killed by other kids and no one even seemed to care… yes…it was all insane.

“Sorry for being so blunt Maiice, but why have you called me?” I asked, perplexed. He nodded and reached behind him, grabbing a soft black velvet bag.

“Have you noticed how some animals, pokemon mostly, and people have died with out wounds or sickness?” He asked, his voice filled with deep concern as I nodded. I had in fact seen many deaths, even some of our own animals have died of strange deaths not related to the war. Maiice continued,
“Well, it appears to have killed many, many jirokais and even more people… it is becoming so common that people lock themselves indoor all over the world, but yet they still continue to die. I’ve talked with the sane people in the world and we believe it is a form of magic, that someone powerful is making to stretch his rage at the world like so many others… except in a more lethal way.”

I nodded, immediately wondering if this man was going to kill me next. In an instant with that thought, pictures of me dying in so many painful ways filled my mind…but Maiice’s words shattered my thoughts.
“We decided we must find out who is doing this, and stop them. So, we know of so few Jirokais, and I am so old… so I thought that you would be the best. So you are the one summoned to do so.” I was completely shocked; he was insane to think me being the best to do so!

“Now…now I know you think I’m loosing my edge but in fact you are indeed the one for the job. Remember what I said was your problem?” He asked, and I nodded, remembering it quite well and wishing I hadn’t remembered it so well.
“Well, this mission would be perfect for you, because with that mind of yours, it will prepare you for the worst… and that is what we need. Of course, you need to find more courage deep with in your heart to do this… but I know you can do it. You always could.”

With that I felt like crying, Maiice was like the father I never had and these words were the best a son could hear. I didn’t cry, I forced them back so to look braver, and he smiled. His hair was gone, and the wrinkles around his face were evident, but he was a kind old man that wore regular gray cloth pants and a leather shirt that was so common these days.
“You… you can count on me to find him.” I said, and he patted me hard saying, “I knew you could.” With that, he reached inside the small pouch and pulled out a diamond shaped stone, and held it flat in his palm. It was all black, almost like black crystal, but it was diamond shaped and way to dull to be that. Also, it had a smooth hole right through it, and a weird symbol that reminded me of a dog embroidered in it.

“On your journey, you’ll need it. I had a dream of finding this, and giving it to you. So when I woke up, I looked in the exact spot I had dreamed and it actually was there! So… I guess I have to give it to you, even though I do not know what purpose it serves nor how it could help you but here.” He handed me the stone and I took it with great care as he continued I stared at it in awe… it seemed to reach out to me, touching my mind and soul.
“Now, you must leave on your trip to find this man tonight, head towards the north because that’s were the reports of unusual deaths are frequent. Be careful, like you know, the world is at war with itself, so if you get killed… who know what will happen.”

I nodded and got up, putting the stone back in the pouch Maiice also gave me and tied it to my leather belt. He smiled saying, “Remember, you must leave tonight.” I didn’t know why he wanted me to leave so soon… but I knew it was for a purpose.
“Alright Maiice, I will go… thank you for teaching me so much.” I said, still feeling my stomach heave for I wanted to cry but he nodded and I showed myself out.

I walked right down the same path I always did to get to my house, and it was always safe… well it was supposed to be safe, at least that’s what my mother said. I hurried down the path, I never had that much time before the night creeped across the sky and I had to leave. I had to pack… and find a way to tell mother. Suddenly, movement caught my eye and a “click” could be heard as I turned to see a shadowy figure holding something at me. Immediately I ducked just in time to hear a loud echoing boom fill the woods, scaring all sorts of birds. I then looked up while I was on the ground to see a large man, shadowed by the angle of the sun, trying to load up his powerful weapon. I quickly knew he didn’t obviously know me well, for he wouldn’t have attacked me.

Mumbling a few words that made practically no sense to anyone, a small ball the size of a golf ball grew in my hand, it pulsated with colors of deep red or purple… almost like the color of blood. I then grabbed the ball of energy floated above my hand and it made my hand flicker with a deep purple aura as I quickly got up. The man almost had his gun ready by the time I had finished my spell, but it was to late. I quickly charged at the man and used my training skills to knock the gun out of his hand in surprise and I withdrew my hand back and suddenly came forth with a suddenly blow to his head with my glowing hand. He sputtered and fell down instantly, and I shook my hand and the aura around it disappeared. The man was knocked out with a powerful disabling punch I learned from Maiice. I quickly took off to my house, this time with more speed even though I knew the man would be out for a couple more hours, and that he even wouldn’t remember anything about seeing me.

Finally, my beloved, square wooden house came into view. Over come with relief I ran to the door and opened it. My mother immediately ran to me and hugged me, crying for some reason. I quickly withdrew and put my hands on her shoulders, wondering why she was crying, I never even told her the news.

“Oh Jerima! You have to leave me… I understand that, but promise me you’ll be careful ok?” I was stunned…how could she have known. I then caught glimpse of a large brown and white pidgey with Maiice’s symbol on its wing. So, he told her before I could even tell her myself.

“I packed a light bag with some food, cloths and your favorite things inside. I also to the liberty of buying a new blanket for you… incase you get cold out on your journey.” She said, handing me my pack that had a blanket tied to it with heavy rope.
“Maiice said you had to leave right away, so I hurried and packed it all for you.” I hugged my mother instantly, she was my only parent and she was such a wonderful mother.

“I will miss you so much…” She said quietly as I gazed into her green eyes.
“I will miss you too mother. Trust me now okay? I’ll be just fine.”
She nodded and wiped away a tear from her cheek, turning she stared at the window seeing that it was dark out. “I suppose you have to go…” She said, her voice gloomy and resentful.
“Yes… I must be off.” I said, and pulled the pack over my back and straightened my coat. With that, I reached for the doorknob and opened the door, a strong gust of wind instantly blowing at my face.
“Oh Jerima, one more thing…”

My mother said and I turned around to face her, my back to the window and the wind blowing my hair.
“Don’t flirt with any girls out there okay?”
I laughed at my mother’s warning and nodded slightly, laughing heartedly saying, “Don’t worry mother, I won’t be looking at girls on this mission.” She seemed better and laughed a bit herself, and then I waved slightly and she nodded. I closed the door.

Turning to face the northern side of town, I breathed in deeply, and I swore I could taste death from the northern wind that was strangely blowing about. Walking steadily, I headed into the northern woods, my back heavy with the bag and my small velvet pouch thumping with each stride I took.

It was from that day on I started getting the visions….