Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Chania ❯ Deadened Loos ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1 - Deadened Loos

The year was unnoticed as the rain fell upon the camp that held more than it's share of soldiers. Many years had gone by and the need to keep ahold of them had passed.

The Country was in distress; chaos ruled in all seven directions of the Earth, or Chania as it had been called. The seven directions had come to be known as North, South, West, In, Unt, Loos, and Ilenk. The original directions, North, South, East, and West, had perished when the Breaking had occurred. Few survived, including The One That Would Be King.

My life had been spared when word spread that I, Rhen of Yuunsk House, had prophesized that I would be of assistance in the Final Battle. Under usual circumstances, the word of a prophosist would have assured certain death by the Vy, but these times were anything except usual. The Vy is the most dishonourable course of death. While the soul resists the killing charm of Vy, the body dies instantly, though the heart and brain still function, leaving the essence of your former existence to perish slowly.

Chania had been under the rule of Queen Aaihk, sister of The One Who Would Be King. I had prophesized that He would be born when peace had begun to demolish in Chania. She summoned me to her court and kept me alive as her personal Seer. The soldiers that followed her command under bone outraged that I would not be victim to Vy, but she told them the words that would be etched in my mind forever, "Mother has seen the light. She has pulled away from it when she should have perished. She has told me that The King would arrive when peace was leaving." This was when the idea of war was as foolish as a prophosist announcing his existence.

The soldiers of Aaihk did not cease in their outrage and declared war against Aaihk. This was preposterous, as she would have no defense if they were to persist. They did the unthinkable, and persisted, killing Aaihk. The soldiers, who had grown frightened of the townsfolk's rage, had fled in attempt to find a higher power to protect themselves. What they found killed them, and thus began the Breaking of Chania.

The four suns of Chania, Ithian, Asirian, Kimin, and Yine, burned bright with rage before they fell from the sky. Fire rained on Chania for many years and destroyed much of which was invaluable. Our enemy had remained nameless while the sky cried fire. When the fire ceased and put itself out, our enemy sent his name out across the darkened sky: Pykina Queshk. In our language, Pykina Queshk translated to, "Thee Who Shunt Be Forgotten." The truth for all.

Pykina Queshk was a sorcerer of the highest ranking. When I meditated I saw that he had been placed away for thousands of years in a First sleep that strengthened his powers without Aaihk's consent. He had awoken with the downfall of Aaihk and would not sleep for quite some time.

Aaihk's mother, Ayith, foresaw that a sorcerer would come and would yield the powers needed to pull Pykina Queshk into the sleep he had escaped. She said no more, but smiled at me in a way that changed my life in more than one way.

Pykina Queshk was quiet for a time while he gathered strength until the King was born and the sorcerer found. Ayith soon became pregnant with the King, yet no sorcerer was to be found. Pykina Queshk allowed the King, Desht, grow properly until Desht learned what he needed to know. The sorcerer was still no where in Chania that we knew of.

Our people, the People of Chania, do not die. We live an endless life unless our physical being is erased by an unnatural source that was not foreseen upon, as was Aaihk's life. We age, but it doesn't show. Once we reach the age we want to be seen as, we simply drink from The Fountain of Enbik. Enbik is our source of eternity. It cannot be demolished, even through the worst of wars, which we would all be witness to in the years to come.

While Desht grew to be a fine King under the hand of his mother, I reached manhood, 17, and drank from Enbik. The King, who was nine years younger than I, stopped the showing of his age at 20, and when questioned why, he answered simply, "Even though I am younger than Rhen, I want to appear older than him." In our lifestyle, such statements as these interpreted to "I want to become closer to you." It took Ayith by surprise that her kin wanted to become so close with another man, but when she thought about it in the years to follow, she realized how much Desht and I needed each other.

When he began his twentieth year, his appearance was of pure beauty, as all royalty is, but he sent off the essence of beauty, not only the appearance. His locks were pitch black, a trait of which a single soul could not figure out seeing as though all of his family had pure blond locks. His skin was the perfect colour of tan that gave off the warmth that Ithian, Asirian, Kimin, and Yine once gave out. The green of his eyes took my breath away. While I was first teaching him archery, I got lost in his eyes and couldn't teach properly for the next few days.

Through these years of peace, Pykina Queshk's darkness had begun to cover the darkened sky of Chania making the darkest dark even darker. Desht often asked why the dark had covered the suns, but I wouldn't tell him the suns had attacked Chania under Pykina's command, not yet anyways.

The sorcerer that Ayith had foreseen still hadn't appeared when Pykina Queshk began his attack on Loos Chania. Desht had ended his lesson in archery and he had the skill of the greatest archer multiplied by four. I had put my arrows away when he told me to get down. In a flood of light, Pykina Queshk's army of Dead swept through Loos Chania. Desht rushed to me and protected us until I could grab hold of arrows. In the battle that would come to be known as Deadened Loos, the sorcerer appeared when Desht took an arrow to his side and couldn't move. The sight of his blood sent me over the edge and I yelled Words that I never knew I could pronounce, let alone yell them in a rage. Many of the Dead fell and never got up. I could feel Pykina Queshk behind the Dead, but I couldn't get to him. The Dead were so many, and I wouldn't leave Desht's side. The soldiers tried to unhinge the Dead's spiritual hold on Chania, but failed dismally. I held Desht's head to my chest and sang a song that I had heard of only through legend and Aaihk's stories. Desht looked up at me through scarred eyes, and I held him closer to reassure him that he would not be harmed as long as I was around, and that was for forever. The Dead's hold on Loos Chania tightened and many fell prey before my song ended. When the last note was sung, a blinding flash of light appeared and claimed the lives of any who looked upon it. When the light ceased, the Dead were scattered about, but I knew I hadn't reached Pykina Queshk before he could vanish.

Desht looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "Are you hurt?" I thought this to be unimaginable, but I saw his concern, so I told him yes and told him to hold still.

"Why?"

"Because we need to get rid of this arrow before it creates permanent damage. I'm going to-"

He grabbed hold of my hand and smiled at me. "Don't explain. Please, just do what you need to do Rhen of Yuunsk House." He brushed his lips against mine, and pulled away as a fresh wave of pain forced it's way into consciousness. Desht laughed nervously.

I tilted his head up. "Don't worry. Hold onto my hand and squeeze as hard as you need to while I get the arrow out, alright?"

He nodded and tightened his grasp on my hand.

I cut the arrow so I could lift his tunic without hurting him too much. When I lifted his tunic over his head, his hand tightened hard on mine while he clenched his teeth in pain. I started to pull away; I hated seeing him in such pain, but it wouldn't be the worst of the pain he would feel during this war.

He pulled my hand back down. "Don't stop now."

So I didn't. I pulled the arrowhead out of his side while he held a death grip on my hand. I made sure all the barbs were out before I murmured Words of healing power and sewed the wound up. Desht was gasping for breath and he was paler than any moon of Chania. I held him close and he held onto me too.

"Oh, thank Chi! Desht! Rhen! You're both all right!" Ayith cried running over to us. She was covered in blood, my guess was that it was Dead blood.

"M-Mother!" Desht cried happily through winces of pain.

"I was the sorcerer you were referring to when you foresaw a sorcerer coming to assist you in this." I said quietly not wanting to say this but knowing that I needed to.

"Yes. You, Rhen of Yuunsk House, are The Sorcerer, not just a sorcerer. You were sent from Chi herself. Have you ever wondered why you could see so far into the minds of anyone? Seers who are in no part sorcerer, unlike yourself, have a limit to what they can see. You, however, have no limit to what you can do. That is why I kept you as my personal Seer, I knew you to be Ashno, the one sorcerer who could defend us from the Breaking." Ayith explained while she examined Desht's wound.

"I have a double name? Rhen Ashno. And I have no limit to what I can do? Doesn't it scare people that I have so much power and no idea that I can do it? I don't even know how to use this. How am I supposed to defeat Pykina Queshk if I have no clue how to do this?" I pondered outloud, needing answers, but fearing the answers.

Desht took my face in his warm hands. "I don't know much about sorcery, but what I do know is that I'm not afraid of you. I never will be, no matter what I witness during this war, because I know that we're fighting for our lives and we'll do anything necessary to save them. So, don't worry, all right?" He said as he kissed me lightly and buried his face in my chest, letting me know how much he loved me.

"I can tell you that time will tell you what you'll need to know, and what you don't need to know you'll find out in this war with Pykina Queshk. You will be fine. Seeing how much my son loves you, and how much you love him, I think you'll be fine. The magic of love is greater than any type of magical art in all of Chania. Remember that when times get tough, Rhen Ashno." Ayith explained to me before she went into what was left of our camp.

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Author's Notes:

Aaia: Well, there are a lot of words that are going to be somewhat hard to pronounce, but it's al good. The theme was mythical/horror in the beginning but idk how it's gonna turn out. I think it's gonna stay the same, so bare with me, m'kay?^^ the story is baised on Dee and Ryo from FAKE, and eventually you'll see that. It'll be in the latter chapters so please keep reading and enjoying my waste of interalanet space!^^ Love ya, moi!

Ps- please look for new chapters to be up, my comp is being stupid so I have to use my friends, so it might take a while. For those of you who like my vulgar, goreyness, it'll be back soon, I just wanted to try something different, and this was the product. I like the idea that popped into my head (this one^^ dur) and I'm gonna run w/ it, so new chapeters'll b up as soon as I can get a break from the endless boatloads of homework^^

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