Fan Fiction ❯ Krakatoa ❯ Chapter 1

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Krakatoa

The darkness slowly surrounded the tree, lost in it's own abyss. It felt it's branches being pulled forcibly by the tremendous wind, tearing at it's every fiber. A woman huddled frightened behind the tree, as she watched from a distance at the horror that one of the most cataclysmic events was occurring right in her own home town. How... , she thought as tears of fear began to fall down her burning hot cheeks. Snow had seemed to gently fall, but instead of bringing relief or wonder, it brought upon pain as it tore away her skin; the hot flakes slowly melting away her nerve cells and searing the tissue lying dormant underneath. This unusual snow had caused everyone to panic, not knowing how to escape the fire that fell from the sky. The ash was white, yet it brought darkness to their world- and not only in spirit. Light couldn't seem to make it's way through the flakes, and left all the people to their own suffering.
"What have we done wrong!?!?" They cried out to their gods, and groveled at their statues' feet. The earth below them trembled in fear, causing things to knock over and become covered in the ash along with the people. Some statues began to fall, and crushed their faithful believers under it's immense weight. Gigantic waves crashed on the shoreline, wreaking boats and markets near the coastline. The sky was no longer visible; a huge mass of volcanic ash and carbon dioxide had formed into a cloud which extended from horizon to horizon. The volcano, Krakato, spewed out in rage at the people's naïve nature, and now was showing them the price of overlooking all of it's anger.
The women cried silently behind the tree, the wind whipping mercilessly at her burned body. She gazed into the distance at the volcano they believed was harmless as it bellowed out a deafening blast, shattering any glass remaining in the village. She winced and held her ear as her cold blood rushed threw her fingers. The ground rippled under her and through her off her feet and on to the ground. She lay there, devoid of all hope and stared at the blackening sky.
"Shoku..." She murmured out in her last breath as the ash flew into her lungs and deprived her of life.


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Kinda random fic, even though it has a little bit of a plot. I'll continue to write more depending on my mood, my time, and everyone's reviews.
Note that you might need to know:
Krakatoa was a real volcano that erupted a while ago, still making a record of the worst volcanic eruption ever. The sound blast could have been heard all the way on the other side of the world. (I got all this information off of a program the history channel ran. My father wanted me to watch it. :/ It ran [and I typed this] a while ago, I just never had the chance to put this up) Everything I typed in perspective probably did happen, although I'm not sure about the statues of their gods. Back then the natives called the volcano Krakato, hence why they always referred it as Krakato in the fic. I still will always refer it as Krakatoa. The natives probably also had their own language, but I'd have to look into that.
Shoku...well, probably going to be the main character. I dunno yet, I'm completely open for ideas.