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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:15 pm
There are three worlds similar to your own. They each prayed for the same god, but when he got sick and died they each chose one of his daughters to pray to. Soulien , the oldest, was given Linsol. Kiet, the middle child, was given Necropath. Wakull, the youngest, was given Metraneii.
For thousands of years the three planets flourished with life and lived in peace with each other and the surrounding galaxies. Till all three gods were imprisoned in their planet, betrayed and almost forgotten. But Kiet being one of the few foreseers’ saw this betrayal coming ahead of time. But she was still too late to prevent her sisters and herself from being sealed away, and she could only make a door to another planet as a call for help. No one knew of the door till after 700 years pasted of the torment, death, and slow destruction of their worlds.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:22 pm
Kristen Blair was on here way home from school, via the subway. She had used the same subway since she was 7, now 15 and never saw or met anyone stranger than Domo. She boarded her usual car, near the back so she could be alone. Well that evening she wasn’t alone. A gruff man, with long shoulder length hair, wearing a beige long sleeve dirty and torn shirt with black pants to match, was laying on the floor across from were Kristen sat. He had very little stubble on his chin, and black round glasses sliding down his nose.
The train was almost at Kristen’s stop and he hadn’t moved at all. Kristen hoped he wasn’t dead. As her thoughts reached what she was going to do tomorrow for cheerleading practice, a sudden thud hit the top of the car. She looked up confused.
Then again, came the thud, as if someone were using a giant hammer to hit the train. With the third thud the gruff man woke up with a start.
“Darn it all to the center of Metraneii!” he said grumpily to himself.
As if on cue, a hammer broke through the car’s roof. A large man jumped into the car, rocking it. He had no shirt on, reveling his masculine arms and chest. His skin was dark brown. He also had no shoes, showing his nasty bruised and scared toes on his small stubby feet. He was wearing long red perfectly clean pants.
“Ah, Domo, I finally get to talk to you in private,” the large man said smiling down at Domo.
Kristen knew from the first words that Domo and this man were not friends, just by looking at Domo’s expression.
“Give me the key and I might just let you live,” the large man continued smiling more wickedly.
At this point Kristen had slowly made her way down to the door of the car. She had regretted that move from the first finger she laid on it. As soon as she turned the door knob both of the men’s attention was on her.
Domo thought quickly and reached for his pocket. By the time the other man noticed what Domo was doing it was too late, Domo had his knife lodged deep in the large mans throat.
“Hurry, lets go before the rest of ‘em come,” Domo said putting his knife back in his pocket and pulling another one out.
Kristen was in shock. ‘I just saw someone die!’ she thought to herself not noticing that Domo had grabbed her right arm.
Domo said what Kristen would later call gibberish and they were both sent hurtling into blinding white and blue lights.
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