I Stared at the ashes and rubble... Why did it always come to this? Destruction and death, and yet I know I started all this...
I hear 101 groan from his position across the dark and gloomy room. I frowned at that, why wouldn't he stay under for at least an hour at least before I had to punch him in the face again? I cross under the light cast by the large skylight before I kick him hard in the temple, the chains binding him to the wall clanking as his head snaps to the right and and he goes under again. I go back to my table, littered with parts and electronics and continue working. A TV holo at on the desk showing news reports. I chuckle a
“Sir, there's a message for you.” The guard says from outside the steel and oak door. His armor clinked slightly when he turns to say it.
“Patch it in then.” I say to him from the desk, only to get the response “It's a courier Sir.” My head perks up, that's new. Important stuff came only by courier, and it's usually bad news. I get up and walk through the semi-tidy study, books and half-finished projects laying on tables and sometimes stacked on the floor. I pass by the full-length mirror on the way and catch a glimpse of myself. Black hair cut short and green eyes, slightly pale skin and wiry frame. Hav
Catalyst's story part 3, section 1 by Darkdrake0, literature
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Catalyst's story part 3, section 1
I stare upwards at gray clouds roiling in-between streaks of the great blue ocean that is the sky. The wind tore at me, trying it's best to move something it cannot. The rain began it's decent onto the earth a little while back, the sounds conducting a long forgotten orchestra, the rain didn't eat at steel or stone anymore, nor did the great storms sweep across the city... once a ruin, now given a new light.
The rain didn't touch me, it never did, just bounced off like bullets against solid iron. I close my eyes and feel the beat beneath, the power that lay dormant. The flow came easily, like tracing lines in sand. I could feel the blue 'sm
“Ugh, what the hell?”
That's about the first thing that comes to mind. My body felt like liquid fire, and my head kept pounding like a drum. I force my eyes open and they take little time to adjust to the darkness.
The room was octagonal and looked scarred. A pedestal in the center held a glowing gold ring... it scared the hell out of me so I get up and start backing away, the thing sent waves of danger coursing in my head... but why? I bump into a wall, the window long since shattered and melted. I look over the edge and stop.
Skeletons in suits and lab coats were strewn on the floor, all in various states of panicking. I coul
Nothing like watching lightbugs at dusk, their little trails of colored light holding your gaze captive for hours...
...Not like they noticed the giant dragon in their midst. To the little bugs I was a giant white rock, hardly worth notice. My white scales showed well in the waning light, they didn't reflect the light as much as other white dragons' scales might, but that didn't bother me much. A lightbug gets dangerously close to my second left eye so I shut it, spooking the little thing into a zip of light. Having four eyes of striking green color seemed to draw attention often, since not many had the advantage. Other oddities included m
So... on my way to London with no idea on what I would do there, so naturally I turn to a source of anti-distress. I pull up aurora and set the next of Shane's journals going, I carefully adjust the screen so the others on this bird couldn't see what I was reading.
[So... next journal, what to put down? Well first off, the war is still the same, Attack, fall back, attack, and so on. These three sides show no sign of slowing down either. By now all three sides have their weaknesses out in the open. And they are being exploited viciously by the other sides, and the effects are devistating. But there's no short supply of people willing to fig