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The mean man was really old, and despised her because of her father. You see, years ago, her father and him were fighting over a theory, then...
and that's why he hated her so much. She never got why he was always so grumpy...
So one day as she was working in the market, selling her little nick-knacks, he came up to her with a dark stare as if to deliver terrible news...
He opened his mouth his face grave. He said in a dark, empty tone "Your....
Everyone turned to stare at the girl with the broken heart, she could tell what they were thinking for it was set up perfectly, everyone thought she had killed this man. anyone in the town knew about their little conflict and knew that it could have come to this...
and a man in white robes flashed before her. She was astounded and bowed on her knees. She..
Knew who this man was as soon as she saw him so did everyone else for he was the god of light and power...
...and he was the most feared of all. He seemed so saintly that many worshipped him.....
His name was Zarical. Zarical has never been seen before on earth but he's aura told every one that he was a powerful and mighty god, and they knew...
that he could blow up the Earth. They tried to stay in his good graces though because...
...to cross the great Zarical is to cross death. The people of the town held their breaths as the god of light approach the little girl. The little girl stood her ground as she faced the god. His eyes full of living white fire unnerved her, and he spoke like the rolling of thunder, “...
"You must not hurt this innocent girl, for she has been blessed by me. This man before her died of his own accord. Do not punish her for a crime she did not commit." He lifted a massive hand and placed on the girl's shoulder, daring anyone to contradict him...
Suddenly, (and much to the surprise of every onlooker) the girl let out a loud wail. “No!” She screamed in a voice twisted with terror and rage. “Get your hands off me!” And she bolted away, shoving through the astonished crowd. A few observant souls noticed that as she disappeared into the woods, the Being of Light cursed under his breath. As though conversing with some invisible force, he muttered “Get her”. A loud howl then shook through the square.
Some sort of force, as fast as light and as dark as night shot after her into the woods. Behind a tree, wailing softly, sat the girl. The creature came up to her, smiling a wicked and gleeful smile. Proudly showing the rows upon rows of teeth. "Now now little girl......"
She looked up and saw a devilish like creature, with its wicked eyes looking into her soul. “Because you have run away from Master, you shall be cursed!” The girl looked at the evil creature and said with a smirk of her own. “No.......”
"You don't understand, he was my ex. He still loves me but I hate him." The creature stares at her, the glint of mischief never leaving his eye. Suddenly he begins to transform, and before her stands a beautiful young man, chiseled features and hair as black as midnight, but the most noticeable feature is his eyes, which look like they were poured from pure gold.....
He was handsome in a way that was not natural for this world. She felt her blood chill. "I can help you," he said, eyes flickering with mischief, "Would you like to make a deal?"His hand was outstretched, and she noticed it was covered in scars. She heard the shouts of Zarical's men, his soldiers and her fear of them overwhelmed her fear of this mysterious boy. She placed her hand in his and said...
“No!”Then abruptly, she pulled her hand away from what she knew was some sort of trickery. The girl sprinted into the woods, until she found herself in a never ending loop. She panted and screamed in a hopeless pattern...
“Nope. No.” Contemplated Ivan as he pulled at his bothersome hair.
“Another cup of coffee to go.”
And after the fifth, he began again.
“Somewhere far away, there lived a man...” he typed earnestly...
A man who had all the power in the world. Power of light and air. He had many names, but the one that he was most known by was Zarical.But long ago, he was known by a different name. He had a different power, a different destiny before that girl ruined it. His name was....
And his story is a special one. For it is not of a hero, not of a savior. It is the history of a villain, who dared to reach for not just the stars but the gods who lived beyond them. And then he fell. It was a very long way down.
It wasn't a smooth fall. Lots of awkward bumps. Down the cliff of Life and Honour itself. He tried to hang onto the branches that protruded out from the unforgiving rock, but once his arm ran out of strength he fell again. Down, down and still falling, towards the bottomless Pit of the Forgotten.
He tried to unleash his power, but it was spent, like a last trickle of water draining away from a dry reservoir. Or rather, it escaped him like a snake slithering into the dark woods. That was his downfall. His power was given to him on one condition, though he had forgotten. He needed to do good deeds. Another entirely different matter to dare challenge the stars, the universe itself, to seize the world in his iron fist. The iron strength of his power melted away once he strove to kill a god.
Now, he still fell. Down, and down, and down he went, until he crashed into a swarm of dull green trees and black dirt. He groaned, getting up, surprised at the sheer amount of color in the Pit of the Forgotten. There were small pinpricks of pinks and white among the green and brown, and not too far away, a pale blue river snaked around the Pit. He got up and dusted off his clothes, looking around. His eyes met the ones of a girl, standing there with her mouth gaping, her clothes covered in dust. "What- who- how in the world did you get here?" she asked in shock.
And Power remembered the other name for the Pit of the Forgotten: Earth. "Hello, there, "he tried to smile, but was afraid it came off as creepy, "Can you tell me where I may be?"
For a moment she simply stared at him. He felt heat flushing onto his cheek, something he had not felt in a long time.'It doesn't matter as much where you are as long as you know who you are.' The girl composed herself and said. 'This place is whatever you call it. The vital question is, do you know who you are?'
With a sinking feeling in his gut, he couldn't answer her. He had forgotten his own name.
"Who are you?" he asked finally.She smiled, "That wasn't the question, fallen god. The next time we meet, I pray you will have a better answer."
She took out a slender vial of bright blue liquid and uncorked it. She poured it over the ground, and it sizzled and sparked, like it was filled with small bursts of sunlight. And then there was an explosion of blue smoke and when it cleared...the girl was gone.
And he was utterly alone.
In the midst of all of this, he could only think of one word for the mysterious girl, with her secretive smile and knowing eyes. Witch.
Elisia wrote: "In the midst of all of this, he could only think of one word for the mysterious girl, with her secretive smile and knowing eyes. Witch."But… what was his name?
After a long silence, he decided to call the strange place Zaloopytiapidea, for it was strange and… strangely amusing.
He decided to make up a name for himself, while he was at it. But...what sort of names were used around here? He settled on the name Cal. That didn't sound too ridiculous. Cal felt his stomach rumble, and vaguely remembered he used to not suffer from such feelings as hunger. Something was very wrong with him, and this place. The girl's voice echoed in his head.Do you know who you are?
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who you are?
Cal shook his head. He knew who he was. He was....a name. From a place he couldn't quite recall. But it was a powerful place, he knew, filled with beautiful men and women. With powers! Godly power. Did he have some? He looked down at his hands. they didn't seem powerful. They seemed utterly ordinary. "Who am I?" Cal asked softly to himself, "And why can't I remember?"
Elisia wrote: "He decided to make up a name for himself, while he was at it. But...what sort of names were used around here? He settled on the name Cal. That didn't sound too ridiculous. Cal felt his stomach rumb..."“Nobody remembers in their first decade.” A voice from behind him hissed. Cal turned. There stood…
An old man, leaning on a gnarled, thick stick. His face was obscured by a mane of grey beard, and his eyes were dim and dying. Sky blue with a hint of emerald forest. And that shade... that shade reminds him of something. With a start he realised. His own eyes.
'Who are you? He asked. And there, off the vertical walls of the Pit, his voice echoed.Who are you who are you who... are... you...
"I am you from the future." The old man replied. Cal stared at him dumbfounded. "y-you're me?!" The old man stared at him. "Wow," the old man started to say. "I used to be so..normal..so scared..so...
"Young?" Cal said with a raised eyebrow, "I need to invest in some skin cream."
Elisia wrote: ""Young?" Cal said with a raised eyebrow, "I need to invest in some skin cream.""The old man laughed.
“Yes, that too.” His eyes became unfocused for a few seconds. “enjoy being young, you’re going to hate being my age.”
Cal scoffed, "I'm never growing old, me."It wasn't until he said the words that he realized that it was true. He wasn't growing older.
"Exactly!" The old man said. "You aren't growing old. " Cal stood there, stunned. "Why not?" he asked, a little skeptical. The old man thought carefully, leaning on his stick. "You don't want to, that's why. Cal, whatever you say comes true. But only if it's about you."
Bailey wrote: ""Exactly!" The old man said. "You aren't growing old. " Cal stood there, stunned. "Why not?" he asked, a little skeptical. The old man thought carefully, leaning on his stick. "You don't want to, t..."“So if I say that I wanted to have the highest IQ, it would come true?” Cal laughed.
"Young me, you are far too dumb right now to have the highest IQ, but if you say you have a pet rock, that can come true." The old man chuckled. Cal felt a little disappointed, what was the point of having the power to have anything he said come true if he couldn't even get an A in algebra?! "What if I said I don't want to be wrinkly? Seriously, man. You look like a hairless cat." Cal said. The old man stared at Cal. "Why did you choose to change your name?" The old man asked, a little confused. Cal stared at him. I can't remember who I used to be." The old and stared at him and then laughed. "Your name used to be...."
"Peter," the old man said, with a twinkle in his green eyes, "Your name is Peter."Cal felt something strange settle in his stomach. "I think I like Cal better," he said carefully.
The old man smiled, "Try as you might, Peter, you can't escape yourself. You can't escape your past. And you can't escape Neverland."
'What? Neverland, is this where I'm now?' Cal asked. The old man's words sank in. 'Wait. I can't escape from here? Then what am I supposed to do? Stay and talk to you all day?'
Once upon a time,
in a kingdom long sense forgotten, there lived a girl who ran a little shop for flowers and pots. she loved her costumers and they loved her but one man was especially mean...