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I'm peeved with myself at this story, I had three parts to it but something happened, one thing lead to another and I never finished it... AAAAAARGH! I'M SO ANGRY!

And now for something completely different

Note; This is NOT a Pokemon Fiction so I dunno where it's supposed to go... or remember for that fact. Never mind. Move it if needed!

A Tale of Infinite Possiblities

Drake awoke to the sound of yelling. He pushed back the strands of red hair that were in his eye and looked down. People were running away again. This happened a lot. They ran past the building that he was currently laid upon the roof of, his bandana flapped in the wind as he watched them approach. The village he was resident of, was under attack yet again. Thousands ran from the harbor where the Death Reaper awaited them. The black sails and darkened wood stood out like shillouhettes against the setting sun. Three... no, four of them! Standing up on the rooftop, he watched the creepy men as they wandered up from the shore. With four arms each, you had to wonder why they didn’t carry four swords. They preferred the battle axe for some reason, though it definitly made them look much more ferocious.
Suddenly, he uncrossed his arms, and pulled the sword out from behind his back. It was a two handed sword, though it could definitly be held in one arm for a short while. The blade was shaped in a crescent moon, with the handle of said blade being on the inside of the curve. It was completely black, though the metal shined menacingly. With the tail of his bandana flying behind him, he leapt off the roof and down into the harbor.
He had made a promise to a person a long time ago, that he would forever protect the village against raiders. But he had never had to deal with these monsters very often. Why now?

Once there, he shook his head at the scene before his eyes. The ships had all let loose their devastating cannonballs and torn the warehouses of various fishermen to shreds. Blood and fish lay on the ground as black blotches of in crawled all over the buildings, looking for left overs. Three of them were simply stood around, having what appeared to be a conversation, suddenly, one tapped the others and they turned to Drake. He grinned as they circled him, one weilding a mace, the other an axe, whilst the final wore gauntlets with twin spikes. The mace swung towards him, which he dodged by leaning back rather effortlessly. Before he knew what hit him, the one with the gauntlets had rushed forward and made to strike his face, which he had dodged by flipping over, on his hands and landing behind the one with the axe. Before either could take another step, he dashed forward, slashing noises could be heard. The men froze as the blade made contact. A second later, Drake crouched behind the frozen statues, a wind blew. He grinned and turned back, the men fell to the ground, dropping their weapons and slowly fading out of existence. Too easy.

A thundering noise came towards him, he turned and looked to find a huge crowd of the raiders running towards him. He grinned and turned and ran. The raiders, apparently encouraged, charged even faster. Suddenly, he turned round, swinging the crescent blade in a slicing motion.
As he did, three crescent shaped waves shot out, catching seperate men in the chests and throwing them back. Concerned more for victory then their fallen comrades, the four armed raiders charged with even more determination then before. Drake continued swiping in the air, more waves caught each raider of guard. Some fell unconscious to the ground whilst the thinner ones were blasted into the water, still others suffered major cuts and slices, all of them were wounded within a minute or two. Hastily, one panted a single word, “retreat...”
The most stable of the raiders turned and began the slow crawl back to their ship, whilst the rest simply lay, groaning in pain. Drake turned away from them and began to walk up into the village.
“That was very brave of you,” came a whining voice.
“It wasn’t exactly hard,” Muttered Drake with a slight shrug. Then he realised that he didn’t know who was speaking to him. He turned to a building where a single, pale pink curtain hang in tatters from a railing. Peering into the darkness, he saw something sparkle. He walked into the house. A woman, whose skin appeared to be actively melting from her very bones, was sat, shining a crystal ball.
“Who are you?” asked Drake, suddenly nervous, though why he wasn’t sure.
“That is not important,” said the elderly woman, “what is more important is who you will one day choose to be!”

She cackled, “I have seen the threads of time that trail before you. You will effect the rest of the world, one day. Whether you destroy it, or whether you save it, however, is of your own choosing.”
“How can you possibly know this kind of information?” asked Drake, he had heard of seers, but it was rare for one to give a free hearing.
“My crystal ball shows me many things, the present, ancient pasts, the future, and the vibrations that you yourself will cause, that will rumble through time itself with the power of the largest earthquakes!”
“What do you mean?” Drake stepped towards the crystal ball.
“I see that you wish for a demonstration, I shall show you the futures you have the power to bring about,”
The old woman waved one gnarled and claw-like hand over the sphere of glass, as Drake peered into it.

Fire and Death littered the landscape. Monsters slaughtering raider and human alike. Nothing was left to survive, almost.
A black shadow walked across the scene. Scurrying backwards before him was a child of no more then 6. She was crying, and backing away on her hands and knees until she could not move any further. The blackened remains of a grand oak blocked her path.
“P-p-please!” she cried, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall of fear, “d-d-d-don’t hurt m-m-m-me!”
Her voice was silenced as she watched the blade of a curved, handheld sword raise into the air.
“Please don’t!” she screamed.
SLASH!
“NO!” Drake tore himself away from the ball, horror on his face. He could not believe what he had just seen. He got onto his knees and felt sick. How could he continue to live if this ewas the future chosen for him?
“This will come to pass if you fall into temptation,” the old woman grinned, “maybe you should look into your other future, the one that you may have the pleasure of experiencing?”
Suddenly, the ball crackled as the gnarled hand moved the other way over it. He watched as his own figure, both taller and muscular, held a beautiful woman in his hands. Though her face could not be seen, he could tell that this future him was deeply in love with her. She seen slowly melted as pitter-patter of tiny feet could be heard.

“Who are you?” he asked.
“I’m just an old woman who knows a thing or two about life,” said the woman, though her mouth was cracked into a crescent moon shape. Her yellow teeth could be seen through her slit of a mouth.
“All I can tell you is that for either of these futures to become reality, you must first go on a journey to defeat the Death Raiders,” she cackled, “when this land has been cleaned of it’s own impurities, only then can the Death Raiders be wiped out.”
“What must I do?” Drake looked at her across the crystal ball.
“First, travel into our dear continent and meet with the Princess Anna. The it will be made clear what you have to do,” the woman looked thoughtful for a moment, “and don’t be afraid to make a few pit-stops along the way. Just don’t dawdle.”
“right...” Drake walked out of the house and began walking further into the village, his sword strapped to his back. The people were staring at him from one end of the village, as he continued his walk away from the village into the woods behind the village. He sat down at the base of a huge oak tree.
As he drifted off into a doze, he listened to the song birds singing away to themselves in the bushes and trees. Rustling could be heard as odd creatures leapt and flew through the undergrowth.
Moments later, Drake had a woken and made a decision. If he wanted a life of peace, he had to go to the Castle on the Key and meet with this Princess Anna.
He stod up and turned to his back to the village. Without looking back once, he continued his walk through the darkness of the night.

All was quiet. The clearing was peaceful. Crows suddenly took off from a bush, cawing madly as a wrinkled old face appeared from under the bushes. Grinning wickedly, she cackled high into the night.

End of Chapter 1

Simply outstanding, I must have more.

really? This is just something I've been trying to get together for a while. Every writist should have his or her own unique world, you're just taking a peek at mine.

I have unique world of my own as well. I really would like to read more, and maybe you would be so kind as to read mine? Please?

I keep meaning to read yours but things get in the way...

Have done now, and I'm posting Chapter 2 of this story:


Drake had been walking for three days now. The old woman’s advice seemed to be growing stale in his mind.
“You’d think something out of the ordinary would’ve cropped up by now!” he moaned aloud to no-one.
He walked around another tree stump and, as if someone had heard him, he was looking directly at the most bizarre sight he had ever seen!
He was greeted by a modest rope-bridge that was fairly well-kept. It hung from the side of the canyon, to which he could see no bottom, to the edge of what appeared to be a gaint-sized, flat-cap Mushroom.
The Mushroom itself was a sickly yellow colour, covering it’s cap were several large purple-pinkish spots, each contrasting violently against the cap. Drake walked slowly along the rope-bridge, not once bothered by the dirt purple haze below him, fogging any view of the floor he may have had.

On the other side of the rope-bridge, he walked through the town; despite each house looking as though it were built from bricks, the roofs were covered with thick, yellow and pink Mushrooms. The colouration was killing him, so he simply went to the tavern. One thing he did notice however was that there was a lot of hustle going on. No town generated this much fuss on a regular basis. He rounded the corner onloy to fall backwards as someone bumped into him.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry,” a girl of about 20 had just been knocked down herself. A large staff, with an end that looked similar to a paint-brush, clattered to the floor.
“I’m really, very sorry,” she said, pulling the young man up, “I’ve been in a bit of a fluster today with all the art that needs doing!”
“Art?” he looked at the over-size paint-brush.
“Yes, I’m a water Mage and part-time Artist,” she said, picking it up, “I’m just going to my studio now, again, sorry!”
Before he could say anything else, she had picked up the bottom of her light-blue robes and had skittered off.
“What an odd girl,” muttered Drake as he saw the inn, “The Fungi? That’s a terrible pun...”
He walked in through the door and dozed for most of the day.

Later on, a huge bell rang. Drake had been asked to stay indoors for this ceremony, but without anyone noticing, he crept out a window.
From a sloped roof-top, he watched as a single, huge container was filled. The entire village had turned out to watch. Suddenly, the aformentioned town began to sway. He noticed none of the buildings collapsed, he supposed they must be growths out of the giant Mushroom he was sat on.

His bandana fluttered in the breeze. The night was young and the villagers had all gathered. A Gong was struck that reverberated throught the valley, causing Drake to sit up and pay attention. Even if the Gong hadn’t’ve aroused Drake, the shaking of the entire village would’ve done the trick. Something was climbing the thick stalk of the Mushroom Village’s Shroom. Drake saw a claw pinch the edge of the city-weilding fungus and strain itself. A creature that resembled an over-sized fire-ant roared at the villagers in a challenge. When it was satisfied with their whimpering, it turned to the Mushrooms in the container and hoisted them onto the hollow in its back. As it turned away, a light pattering could be heard. The creature turned back as Drake recognised the girl from before, carrying several Mushrooms in a small cup, she tripped and the Mushrooms went flying towards the creature. A couple landed neatly with the rest, but one bounced off the creature’s pearl-like eyes, pupil-less and staring. It roared in anger at her as a few more Mushrooms rolled out of the container, off the edge of the city and down into the valley.

She screamed and raised her staff in defence as the creature place it’s four legs around her body. It slammed down hard and bounced straight back up as a brightly coloured flash of a paint-like substance blocked the assault. The girl now laid unconscious on the ground, her body pale-skinned. Drake stood up and crouched for a minute, waiting for focus. The creature raised one claw like a sword into the air and slammed it down into her body.
SHING!
Drake’s blade leapt in the way. Holding it with both arms, the creature’s claw was clearly no match for his own focussed strength. He shoved the creature back, causing it to teeter dangerously on two legs. The Mushrooms on it’s back all tumbled down into the valley. Drake steadily walked towards the creature, not fearing it as it wobbled dangerously on it’s hind claws. Suddenly, in a flicker of motion, he spun, kicking it in the center of it’s underbelly. The creature flew back and, as if in slow-motion, fell down into the misty valley.

The villagers screamed and began to run about.
“What’s going on?” Drake looked confused as the men and women ran inside the various houses, as though he had effectively lost the fight.
“You beat the Mushroom Retainer,” stammered the young girl, “the Mushroom Master will no doubt be angry...”
As she finished her statement, a loud roar filled the valley. The village began to shake even worse then when the previous creature had climbed up.
A scaly arm pulled itself over the edge of the village. This one at least looked fierce. With two bulging eyes, and a flat face that looked as though it could’ve been a well-worn mask, it was ugly. Below it’s waist was what appeared to be a horse-mushroom styled body. Four thick, stumpy legs, each one ending in two stubby toes supported a squat Mushroom-like body with polka-dot markins on it’s back. It roared at him, it’s two arms, with thick hands and fingers clubbed it’s chest in a manner akin to King Kong.
It searched with it’s mad eyes and caught sight of Drake and his friend. It began to walk towards Drake.
“I’ll distract the creature, get yourself to safety,” muttered Drake, to her, he ran at the beast. It bent down and swung at him with thick, club-like fingers. Drake easily stepped past and leapt into the air, landing a swift kick onto the creature’s chest. It slid back slightly but quickly ran at him. He also ran right at it, dissapearing under the creature’s legs. It turned to snarl at him, but was stopped:
“乡村明星!”  a voice echoed and the Mushroom Master was hit in the face by a beam of pure water. The girl from earlier had her over-sized paint brush pointed at the monster, and was blasting it with all the water she could muster.
“I told you to get to safety!” shouted Drake.
“And leave you to get trampled? Not likely!” shouted the girl.
Drake shook his head and quickly spun his blade in his hand. Before he could strike, the monster rolled to one side, causing him to get blasted by the water into the air... directly off the side of the Mushroom and into the valley below!
“Oh no!” shreiked the young woman.
However, Drake wasn’t ready to die yet. A black aura surrounded his body. Though he looked surprised, he calmed down immediatelly as he was gently placed back on the Mushroom. As the aura vanished, he rolled to one side as the Master pelted him with Mushrooms. The hardened mushrooms moved like bullets as Drake dodged each and every one. There were pinging noises as Drake also blocked a few with his sword.
He made his way to the girl, “Ok, how did you do that?” he asked.
“I didn’t,” replied the girl, blasting some Mushrooms out of the air with her Water spell.

From far away on one side of the valley, a japanese rice-ball sat, watching the fight.
“Hmm...” his bird servant, the Ying-Yang Bird, sat next to him on a branch of the tree.
“If the boy defeats the Mushroom master then he could be my key to unlocking the power long ago sealed,” muttered Oni-giri, “and I will be able to finally take my rightful place as the ruler of this planet. But I won’t be able to do that again for a while, the lad needs to watch himself.”
With no more left to say, he continued to watch the fight silently.

“So, what’s your name?” he asked the girl.
“Jennifer...” replied the girl, knocking another ‘shroom out of the air.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Drake,” he effortlessly ducked another one, “listen, you distract him and I’ll take him out, deal?”
“Deal,” she said, and swept her paint-brush on the ground. The trail it left behind was bright yellow, and, as Drake watched curiously, a single droplet leapt out of it, catching the tiny, hardened Mushroom and flinging it right back. This carried on as long as the Master was shooting at it. Drake silently ran forward, turned his blade into a vertical position and carved a deep line into the Master’s underbelly. Guts and goo fell out from the insides of the creature... it turned and stared groggily in his direction. It reached out to him before slumping on the groudnd.
“Well, I’m glad that’s over,” muttered Drake. He turned to an inn and decided to retire for the night. Jennifer followed him.

The following day, after receiving a free sword-sharpening and some supplies, courtesy of the very grateful townsfolk, Drake had set off across the rope-bridge that would take him further into the heart of the continent. He heard light footsteps hurrying to catch up with him. Turning, he saw Jennifer hurrying across the rope-bridge.
“And where are you going?” he asked.
“I’ve decided to come with you,” she panted, stopping in front of him.
“Just don’t slow me down...” muttered Drake, turning away....

High above them, a bird with a white wing, a black wing and a grey body, circled over them, it’s master watching their every movment.
“Ying-Yang, you know something... I think this youngster is my key to the Hidden Magick,” he had a southern American accent and his red eyes narrowed as he thought of the potential, “we will have to keep a much closer eye on this one,

ENd of Chapter 2

The irony here is that i absolutely HATE Mushrooms... Hence I wish to never speak of them again...

onigiri Wrote:“乡村明星!” a voice echoed and the Mushroom Master was hit in the face by a beam of pure water.

That is too funny! LOL.

Funny? I don't follow...

You used letters from a different language right?

yeah. Japnese because I couldn't find a Latin translator.

My friend has a translator, an electronic one. Its super expensive. Oh by the way my chapter two is up as well.