Tales of Exzalia dying worlds

Keiran

After Tassy cleared away the rest of the uncastables, Keiran started frantically searching the dead for his father, and was relieved that he didn't see him. He had gotta a little ways off from the others when he heard the howls of pain from the uncastable boy, and turned just in time to see Carson biting his fingers off. He wished he'd been closer to Rayla to shield her eyes. The man was insane. He was glad when Tassy put the boy out of his misery.

Keiran kept searching the field though, not sure what he was looking for, but something to give him a hint where his father was. Suddenly he heard a low rumble off to one side beneath a tree. There was something keenly familiar about it. He ran over, and discovered Rose. Her one side was badly injured, and she was laying on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Rayla! Rayla come quick!" he shouted, jumping up and looking around for his sister. She would be able to heal the ancient Chimera, if she got there quick enough.

 

Rayla

"Rayla! Rayla come quick!" Kieran shouted.
Her brother's urgent call pulled Rayla out of her anxious thoughts. She rushed over to him and saw Rose laying on the ground, near death. "No, Rose." She fell to her knees by the beast's side and cast healing waters over her.
Rose's breathing immediatly became more steady as the wound closed up. Rose raised her head and her eyes almost seemed to say, "I'm sorry I failed." A tear ran down Rayla's cheek as she rubbed the chimera's muzzle. "It's ok. I know you tried." She whispered.

 

"Well then stay together and head to Wills manor." With that Tassy began to leave. Leaving the rest to decide there next course of action.
"So, what do we do?" Knob said sounding fearful.

 

"Well as I look at it we got three options or so. We can go to Will's place and lay low for awhile and wait for news, We can attempt to track down the uncastable army and find our captured family we would also have to avoid my mother on the way there or we can try and find out were Miss River and Miss Emery are being held or taken. Which do you all suggest? I'd say we track the army first that way we can get Will, Pickles, Magnolia and Tassy then we can work on getting Miss River and Emery back." Carson said as he picked Marine up, she'd be out for a little wide longer, he frowned at the thought of telling her that their parents were going to be gone for awhile. He then looked over at the Rayla and Keiran. "Is the Chimera alright?" He asked sounding very concerned.

 

"Well as I look at it we got three options or so. We can go to Will's place and lay low for awhile and wait for news, We can attempt to track down the uncastable army and find our captured family we would also have to avoid my mother on the way there or we can try and find out were Miss River and Miss Emery are being held or taken. Which do you all suggest? I'd say we track the army first that way we can get Will, Pickles, Magnolia and Tassy then we can work on getting Miss River and Emery back."

"I hope your not expecting me to abandon my wife for your father. Pickles is a great man but if I have to choose between him and Emery, I will go for Emery. No matter what." Berk said sternly. "I will find her myself if need be." he muttered.

 

"I can't let my kingdom fall, and then hide away like a coward!" Sol proclaimed suddenly. "I am prince of Fare even if it is conquered, and I must fight to liberate her, and my mother!"

With that Sol started off in the direction of the uncastable army, looking over his shoulder he shouted back to the others, "Are we mages? or are we whore goblins? Who's with me!"

For all his annoying hornyness, there was an air of bravery to the young peacock. A sense of honor that could not be ignored.

"Um...Berk our only clue to where Emery is, is with the army. You might as well come with us." Knob mused

 

"Perfectly understandable." Carson said nodding towards Berk. "But if we find Pickles then we get Tassy. If anyone knows Misiven well its her. Not to mention if we find my father then Will and Magnolia should be with him or at the very least close by. Magnolia being a Queen is bound to have resources enough to find people and lets not forget Will knows Misven well to according to what I know, he'd probably have ways of finding her." He stated calmly. "What I'm saying is the sooner we find my father and the others the quicker we find Miss River and Emery."

Carson stood up. "You have my support Mister Sol." Carson stated politely. He wanted to get out of the area before Marine woke up.

 

Rayla

Rayla ignored Carson's question about Rose. After what she'd seen him do to that boy...she wanted nothing to do with him. She stood up from her kneeled postion. "I'm with Sol. We should go after the uncastable army. We don't know where those people took mom or Emery, but if we can get dad he could find her. I'm sure of it. And if anyone can find dad...it's Rose." She patted the chimera on the head who made a quiet rumbling noise.

 

Archibald walked up to Sol and knelt before him. His face was cold and determined, as was his voice as he spoke to the prince. "I'm sorry I failed the queen, m'lord. I shall do everything in my power to rescue her but, for now, you, as her heir, are my charge. Command me as you see fit and know that I'll die before a similar fate befalls you."

 

Berk bit his lip. "What would you do?" he asked of Lyra.

Whatever she would choose Berk would head for Emery. No way no how he was going to leave Emery to rot, and it was not like he was going to take advice from Carson either.

 

"Then It's settled, For our family, for Exzalia." Sol started off even as the sun began changing into the moon, the even as clear winds blew through their hair and chilled them, the group set off. Into the sunset, into the unknown.

Archibald walked up to Sol and knelt before him. His face was cold and determined, as was his voice as he spoke to the prince. "I'm sorry I failed the queen, m'lord. I shall do everything in my power to rescue her but, for now, you, as her heir, are my charge. Command me as you see fit and know that I'll die before a similar fate befalls you."



"Very well, as my first command I order you not to die on account of my death, instead, should I fall live out my hearts desire, and protect my people." Sol patted him on the soldier.

"Now on your feet, and on your gaurd. We have work to do."

 

Keiran

"I'm with Sol. We should go after the uncastable army. We don't know where those people took mom or Emery, but if we can get dad he could find her. I'm sure of it. And if anyone can find dad...it's Rose."

"I can't let you go... not by yourself anyway," he said, cleaning his dagger and putting it back in it's sheath, then looked at Rayla. He would have smiled if things weren't so bad. His first instinct was to get her home safely, then try and find his patents alone. But this wasn't just his fight, and it didn't look like there was any hope of convincing her otherwise. He knew a hopeless fight when he saw one.

 

Lyra

"What would you do?" her dad asked.

"Maybe if we go after the army, they'll lead us to Mom! I think we all need to stick together, too many have gone missing already." She had heard her father speak of finding her mom over doing anything else and she agreed with him, but staying together was always the best thing to do. They needed to find Mom, they just had to.

As she fell in step with the others, a familiar cry ripped through the night air. With a light thud, Grynn alighted on Lyra's shoulder and playfully pulled on his mistress' ear. "Hey, stop you silly bird," Lyra laughed, flowing her own Charon through his fiery feathers. "Dad's right, you always do come back, don't you?"

 

"Maybe if we go after the army, they'll lead us to Mom! I think we all need to stick together, too many have gone missing already."

Berk sighed deeply. "Stay with Pip." he said as he gave Lyra a final hug. Normally he would never abandon his child but, she was with Pip and there were plenty of others who could protect her. Emery on the other hand was completely helpless. "We'll see each other soon" he said as he headed in the opposite direction, back to Fare.

"Oh and behave!" he shouted over his shoulder. It pained him greatly to leave Lyra like that but she would be safe, safer than Emery at least.

 

River awoke to a sorrowful singing. She looked about a dark damp cell, the air was musty and the sound of water like they were submerged hummed against the far wall. Emery was in another cell right beside hers, Pickles was across from theirs.

The singing grew louder, the siren was getting closer, it was more of a hum than a song. Indescribably beautiful, but eiry. Someone approached their cells.

"hello River."

Emery and River nearly reared back in shock as they gazed upon their capture, courceing with Nox eather, it was not who they expected.

It was Vayla, but it was not the Vayla they knew and loved. It was as if they were staring at a twisted evil version, of the once love striken half breed.

 

End of chapter 1

What events are unfolding on Terra? On earth? Only now shall we see, their side, their story.

 

Chapter 2, falling from heaven.

*Bam!*

The book Josh was reading met his face unexspectanty as he walked to school. Looking up from his engrossing novel to see a light pole right in front of him. Slightly embarrassed by his clumsiness he opted to put the book down while walking forward. But paused to admire it's cover.

"Z-well saga, good read. Like it's about as much as Chornicals of the unreal." The slender young teen with large glasses a small but noticeable growing Afro took out his bag and decided to store his treasured book there. Along with Z-well several other good reads were in there. In fact his bag was all novels, and no actual school books.

"New Hope, Nostridomu, orb of piyritus, Spirit club, ahhh That's where you go." As he put the book back he was suddenly kicked from from behind rather cruelly. Before he knew it the same old people that usually bullied him walked by cackling like the banshee's they were.

Josh sighed in defeat, best not to upset those stronger than you. He only wished his tormentors were at least guys and not girls, a testament to his failing manliness.

"If this were Z-well I'd show em." He muttered getting up and dusting him self off, at least the weather was nice. The Sun was shining, birds were chirping, as far as days go, this wasn't a bad one.

"Well first day back at school, let's get this over with." He muttered as he went on his way.

........

His first class was English run by a strange teacher he had never had before, his tormentors three girls one who seemed to thrive on his misery snickered as he walked in. Ignoring them he found a seat far away from where anyone was, and waited to see what new class mates awaited to cause him misery this year.

 

Thomas Woodrow

Tom wrote his name on the white board in a neat cursive script. Underneath his name he wrote the sentances "Let's eat grandpa" and "Let's eat, grandpa."
His room was decorated with literature quotes of all sorts, grammer examples and helpful spelling hints. His black hair was well kept and keeps his face clean shaven. He had a horrendous looking blue tie on that he wore only because his neice gave it to him.
Mr. Woodrow's smile was pleasant and welcoming as he watched students take their seats. This was going to be good year. He could feel it!

 

Matthew

Matthew was resting his head on the table in front of him. English class, boring. And so were his classmates by the looks of it. Matthew was sitting one row away from the teacher's desk. He glanced up towards the whiteboard "Mr. Thomas Woodrow" it read. Strange, Matthew thought to himself. He had never heard of that name before. He cut the thought off there and instead started clicking his pen slowly as he leaned his chin on his arms. He was tired and wanted to go home, not spent two more hours in the single most boring class one could be tortured with. Besides, the teacher wore a blue tie that was so ugly that even looking at it gave Matthew a headache. Not to mention that I reminded him of the utter torment of Math classes.

Moreover it seemed Woodrow thought them incapable of distinguishing between being a cannibal and having regular dinner.

 

Jack

Jack sat toward the back of the classroom. He wasn't the kind of person to speak up unless the teacher asked him to, even though he probably knew all the right answers, specially in an English class. He saw he teacher write his name on the board. Mr. Thomas Woodrow. Jack had never seen him around school.

Next, the teacher wrote two similar sentences on the board, below his name. Jack immediately saw the difference and sighed heavily. No challenge there. He looked around the classroom, inspecting his new classmates. No one seemed to catch his attention, although one kid had a Halo 4 t-shirt, which he thought was pretty cool.

Slumping his shoulders, Jack let his head fall upon the desk, hoping for the class to end quickly.

 

Adelie Fields

Adelie smoothed back her hair as she stepped into the classroom with her two BFFs in tow.

"No wonder he wears those ugly glasses, he's going blind." Lindsey said, twirling her golden locks.

"If he wasn't stupid enough, he's probably got a new mental disability now," Haleigh added. "I hope he remembers how to spell his name."

After scanning the classroom with her all-knowing stare, Adelie threw a look behind a shoulder. "Shut up. Seriously, Josh is like so five minutes ago." She held her bag close as she stepped through the many desks to the one at the very center. "Now, go find a spot somewhere different this year. Somewhere...interesting. Lattes after school, remember?"

She flashed her nearly perfect smile at her friends' bewildered faces and sat down. Shuffling through her bag, she pushed away her books to pull out her lipgloss. Adelie puckered her lips as she studied her classmates every move; the boys to be specific.

 

Jack suddenly felt something wet strike the back of his head, to his annoyance it was a spit ball. Josh pulled one of his Novels and began to read tryng to drown out everything else but he too was pelted by oh spit ball. It was Tasha a grl who acted more like a dude always causng trouble, one of Joshes tormentors

"teacher...Tasha is being a jerk-" A glare from the intimdating tomboy shut him up.

"Ahh I mean Tasha is actually turkish...ya"

Snickers floated through the class room.

 

Louis Wittacker

He was running late for class, like always. His backpack was too heavy for his thin frame, especially loaded down as it was with school books, a broken clarinet that he'd haphazardly shoved in there, and about 6 different decks of Magic Cards.

The bell rang. Well he was officially late now. This looked like it was going to be another amazing year. Then he tripped, on nothing, smacked his head into a locker, and watched as his glasses fell off his face and hit the ground with a crunch. He stooped to pick them up, and his backpack's weight went over his head and pulled him over. He ended up collapsed in the hallway, butt sticking straight in the air, laying on top of his broken--now more so--glasses, all while being late to class. At least the halls were empty so there was no-

No, there were. He heard laughter from behind, the unmistakable laughter of females.

"S***" he muttered to himself.

"What was that?" A teacher stuck his head out of the door of the room in just in front of where he was laying on the ground.

Louis sighed, pulled himself up, and said, "Sorry, just slipped out."

"Well, get to class. That or the principles office. Your choice kid."

"I'm going!" Louis replied.

A few minuted later, and surprisingly, with no more mishaps, he made his way into Thomas Woodrows English class. He spotted a seat near the window, and started tripping his way there, nearly as awkwardly as possible.

 

Terry had been half awake as he sat in Woodrow's English class. He was an odd looking a boy a little chubby and rosy cheeks. His hair was cut in a mohawk and dyed blue leaving the sides of his head bald. He was wearing a Sex Pistols t shirt that had Sid Vicious smack in the middle. He had a stubble of facial hair on his chin and slight acne on his forehead. He had always hated English.......heck he hated school for that matter.

When has anyone ever needed a school? Seriously all the richest people in the world are drop outs. Terry smiled brightly once his best friend Louis Wittacker took his seat just across from him. Besides the fine women roaming the halls, the only worth while thing for coming to this hell hole was Louis. "Your late Wittacker." He stated in a calm voice trying to sound as bad-ass as possible. "Anyway I finally found our ticket to success!" He exclaimed and leaned close to Louis. Terry or if you asked him Skulltaker had a habit of trying to get a big business that would make him loaded before he got out of school, anything from starting a punk rock band to lemonade. Today the idea was drugs.

Of course Terry knew nothing of how to managed a company.....which is why Louis was always incorporated into his schemes. "One word Wittacker. Weed." He whispered lowly.

 

Nate Melville

He sat in the back of the class scrawling his name across the page in slanted blocky letters. It was his first day back to school since the accident and he knew he didn’t look that great, his skin was pallid and the bags under his eyes, showed to the world that he hadn’t been getting enough sleep. He glanced once up at the teacher, a Mr. Woodrow, and then returned back to his sketching. The sketch seemed to help, he could feel his nerves ebbing, and it almost seemed to take his mind off of the most glaring issue. His memories of that night were still not completely clear, he remembered hearing the siren, running out into the street, the screech of tires, two bright lights, then it ended with a black nothing.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by another kid who had entered the class late. It was Louis Whittaker, his glasses were cracked and he seemed slightly out of breath. He didn’t know Louis that well but he was gawky and thin; pretty much the perfect stereotype of your typical nerd.

He went back to filling in the letters in his notebook, with the utmost care, but the black mark on his arm looked up at him as if to further his torment. He was weak, weaker then he’d ever been. He felt a dull pain in his stomach, but he tried to ignore it as his pen wove across the page in accentuating arcs, the letters becoming more complex. Suddenly his stomach let a loud rumble that made several of his classmate look back at him. No. No, Not now. Again his stomach rumbled.

“Um Mr. Woodrow I think I’m going to be sick” He got out of his chair and ran out of the room covering his mouth as if he was about to throw up.