Other Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Ones ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.21.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 193 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.21.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 193 | Status: Completed
In any culture. In any religion. In any ancient doctrine you will find reference to gods. Beings of immense power and knowledge with which they used to reshape the world in their image. Some were honor and praised. Others besieged and hated. Like any myth, there is always some truth to it. Though they were far from gods, these beings which were once herald as ones, were indeed powerful. Yet as powerful as they were, they answered to greater beings than them.
Every millennium, they are awakened to do battle. Each warrior represents a deity. The last warrior remaining is granted their freedom, and that deity takes control of the earth for a millennium. This is done in order to keep the peace between the gods. However, this has led to consequences such as certain species becoming extinct and great wars being fought.
The last time they were awoken, they backlashes from their battles caused two great world wars centuries after they were put to slumber. This time in a modern world, the gods wish to decrease the magnitude of their abilities and thus cause less trouble for them to correct. As the time draws, they sit and watch as the battles begin, and one by one their warriors find a master.
Spring Break. Everything Mia needed to relieve stress from college pressure. A full month to enjoy the sun and travel. The first place on her list was the beach. She had been dying to go since the weather got warm. Of course, she knew the beaches would be crowded; however, one of her favorite teachers gave her a pass to use a private beach. Supposedly it's got a million caverns to enjoy.
Mia sat in the sand as she watched the sun rise. She came extra early just so she could see the sun rise. The morning air danced around her as she watched the sky splash with vibrant colors of pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows. Standing, she looked over at the caves in the distance resting in a bundle near the ocean rocks. She was the curious type so she couldn't help herself as she left her things there on the private, deserted beach and walked over to the caves. She went to the entrance of one and got the chills. Moving to the next one she felt the same way. It wasn't until she got to the third one that a gust of wind came rushing out to her.
She should have turned away. She should have gone back to the beach and never returned, but as she stood there, standing in the entrance of the darkness, every fiber of her being was egging her on. It was as if it was calling to her, begging for her to go in, asking for her to explore it. Her heart pounded hard against her chest as she turned on the flash light she brought with her and stepped in. She should have been scared, but she wasn't. She should have brought someone with her, but she didn't. She should have done a lot of things, but she chose to do all the wrong things.
Her light danced around the cave walls as she went in deeper, listening to the dripping sound of water and the distant sound of waves. Her hand went over her heart as she pressed on, feeling her heart speed with every step. The feeling of being pulled in on got worse as she got deeper. Something flashed on the corner of eye and she turned her head to look. The light of her flashlight made something sparkle and she turned the full light on it.
Suddenly...she felt warm all over. Before her was a man...chained to the wall.
He was clothed in nothing but a white, torn, and dirty loincloth. The chains which bound his entire body looked centuries old. In fact, it looked as if he had been there since the beginning of time. Despite this, he looked perfect. His skin was pale white, but flawless. His hair was golden, shimmering even in the darkness of the caves. His defined muscles were like that of an Olympian god. Every feature was simply perfect.
There was a plaque on the wall above where he was chained. It was written in a language long forgotten, yet somehow she found herself able to read it clearly.
"Know this, you who enter here. Upon awakening this warrior with an offering of blood you shall be forever bound. Two entities with one soul. One heart. One body. One mind. Until the final breath from warrior or guardian, you shall be forever linked."
With shaky legs, Mia couldn't help but walk to him. It was as if she had no control over herself. Her body was already linked to him and she didn't even know it. She stood only a few inches from him as she breathed, her heart begging for release from it's fast pace. The flashlight fell from her hands, the glass breaking but the light still thriving. The sound made her jump and she looked down. Reaching down, she reached for the flashlight, cutting her hand on the glass. She snapped her hand back, blood flying and some landing on the man chained to the wall.
"Ouch..." she whispered while looking at her palm in the dark, the wet blood dripping on the floor.
The crimson blood was a stark contrast to his flesh. It dripped down his face, slipping into the tiny crevice of his mouth. At first there was nothing, then in an instant his eyes opened. There was a pause. His centuries of hibernation had left him weak and drained. "Is it time again?" He looked to this girl, was she to be his master? His guardian?
He stood slowly. Strength slowly returning to his limbs as he stared at the girl that had awakened him. The chains fell free from the walls, though the cuffs on his wrists, ankles, and neck still remained. A constant reminder of his servitude to the gods.
Mia screamed and moved back, falling in the process and hitting the ground with a hiss. Her hand ached and now her back felt like it had been shocked. She closed her eyes. It was a dream. There wasn't a half naked man standing there. There wasn't anything...it was the heat...or the lack of sleep from getting up early. A dream, that sounded nice.
He walked toward her and crouched before her. Modesty wasn't something that he was fully accustomed with yet. That would change once their bond was complete. "It will take some time for the bond to complete," he said as he looked at her. "Judging by your attire you are a slave girl? Or perhaps you work in a harem?" Sniffing, he looked down at her bleeding hand. Taking it in his hands a light seemed to connect the two. A second later, the blood dripped from her hand instead of his as he transferred the wound to himself.
"Do you know how to speak?" That would certainly complicate things if she didn't.
Mia sat laid there for a long time looking at him. Her feelings were overwhelming. Her brain said run and yet she felt she had known this man her whole life. Slowly her eyes trailed to her now perfect hand then to his where he was now bleeding. Rising her eyes again, she met his and blushed. He was handsome. And half naked...though...so was she in the bikini she was wearing. Sitting up slightly, only inches from his face once again, she hesitated, but moved her hand to his chest, feeling him lightly with a brush of her fingers to see if he was indeed real.
"Who...are you...." she finally managed to say.
"Ah, so you can speak." He looked down on her hand on his chest and then to her. He was starting to feel weird. Undoubtedly due to the continuing soul bond between them. In a matter of moments they truly would be inseparable. "I am the warrior that you awakened. I am soul bound as your servant until the battles are over."
She pulled her hand from him and stood. Her mind was rushing with millions of thoughts. Going to the entrance of the cave she looked around for cameras or people...maybe she stumbled onto a movie set by accident? Maybe someone was playing a joke on her? Looking at the beach and the cares going back on the streets off in the distance, she didn't see anything out of place. Turning back to the cave, she watched the man follow her out.
"You can't be serious..." She had no idea what the hell he was talking about.
"You awakened me," he told her. "How can you not know about the battles? Surely you would not be so foolish as to awaken a warrior of the gods without knowing what you were doing?" He turned back toward the wall he had been chained to and looked at the plaque on the wall. He then looked at the opposite wall to another plaque.
"Whosoever summons this warrior shall be his master. As such you will gain the favor of the gods and a servant so long as you take care of the warrior. In life or death, you shall now be immortal." He turned back to her and pointed to the plaque. "It seems pretty clear to me. Wait...can you read? Most slaves don't know how to read...which means you might have done this on accident."
She glared at him. "I'm not a slave. And this is not a good joke," she said. She climbed down the rocks quickly and rushed over to her things on the beach. Grabbing her summer dress, she slipped it on the put on her hat. Throwing her towel and things in her bag, she grabbed her car keys. "I will never trust that teacher again. 'Go to the beach, Mia,' he says. 'Enjoy it, you deserve it,' he says. Ha! I should have known he was going to play some kind of joke on me." Groaning, she looked at the ocean again. All of her plans were ruined.
He followed her out of the cave. A loud hiss escaped his lips as he stared up at the brilliant sun. "The world seems much brighter than I remember." Looking at the beach, he frowned...he did not remember this. Though his memory was somewhat foggy. Looking over to his master, he moved behind her, stopping when he saw the cars going past on the highway. "What strange beasts," he whispered. "Master, what are those things?"
Mia tilted her head at him. "Really? That's not funny. My name is Mia. Call me Mia," she said. "And those are cars. You know..." she jingled her keys in front of her. "To get around in. Where do you live? Do you need a ride home?"
"Cars?" He looked back at the steel beasts and then to the keys which she jingled in front of her. Did that somehow allow her to control the beasts? "I live where you live, master. That is part of the bond." Upon saying this he held up his right hand. An intricate design had formed on it, but it was only half of the design. Grabbing her left hand, he held it up so that she could see the other half of the design was on her hand. "See? Our bond is now complete."
Almost instantly she felt a pull on herself. Looking at him, she felt her chest go hot. And then she knew...somehow she just knew, this wasn't a joke. It was real. He was real. And he was hers.
"I'm in so much trouble..." she said slowly. Looking down at him she blushed. "Ok...clothes...clothes are good." She started to her car, waving for him to follow. Pushing a button her her keys, the doors unlocked and she got in.
He stood outside the car where she had gotten in. "You...climb inside the beast?" Was he mistaken? Was it not alive? How could that be? No carriage could move that fast without a beast to pull it.
"Get in," she said and opened the door for him from the inside.
He looked curiously at it once more. However, his master beckoned. Sliding into the seat, he watched as she pulled at the door to shut it. "This is indeed a strange...car?"
"Actually, it's normal...you are not." She started it and drove towards home. She stopped when she got to a clothing store. Looking at him she made a rough estimate of his size. "Under no circumstance are you to leave this car until I get back, ok?
"I will be of little help to you inside this car," he told her. "But if that is what you command, than I shall obey."
She got out rushing inside the store; she instantly started grabbing things for him. Underwear, shorts, jeans, shirts, and anything else he would need. Paying it she sighed. There went all the money she had saved for spring break. Not that it would have mattered much anyways. She carried the large bags to the car and put them in the back then drove home.
She gave him the bags then walked upstairs to her apartment. Walking in, she looked around her clean place. It was only a one room place. Open kitchen and the living room and bedroom shared the same space. The only door in the room was for the bathroom. She showed him where to put the bags and pulled him to the bathroom. Turning on the shower she grabbed the shampoo.
"Use this for your hair." Grabbing the soap. "And this for your body." Setting them down she sighed. "Any problems...just call me ok?"
She shut the door and left him in there. This was going to be a long day.
He looked at the water and then to the shampoo and soap. After taking off his loincloth he proceeded to wash himself off. This contraption...it was amazing. It was unlike anything that he had seen before. The water came out from the wall, and it was warm without fire to heat it. "This is indeed a strange world," he whispered. Once he was washed off, he stepped out of the shower. Looking at his dirty cloth, he shook his head and exited the room without drying off or having anything to cover himself.
"How do you stop the water?"
Mia had just finished changing. "Oh just turn..." She turned to him. "Oh my God!" she screamed and quickly turned her back to him while turning bright red. Grabbing a towel she threw it behind her. "Wrap that around your waist! Now!"
He caught the towel. Looking at it he did as she said and wrapped it around his waist. "Very well," he told her. "Now how do I make the water stop?"
Mia slowly turned around. Going over to him she showed him out to turn it off then on then off again. "It's simple." Going to his bag of clothes she pulled out some things for him and showed him how to put them on then pushed him back in the bathroom to change. While he did that she started on dinner.
After a few moments he managed to put the clothes on. The garments were strange and felt weird, but his master had bought them for him so he would wear them as she wished. Exiting the bathroom, he sniffed the air, his stomach growling. It had been a few centuries since he'd last had food, so needless to say he was hungry. "What is that heavenly smell?"
She put some food on his plate and handed him a fork. "Just something I whipped up quickly. Eat up," she said and went to her computer. She typed in the words she had read on the plaque and only a few links came up. Clicking on them, she began to read the supposed myth of the battle he had talked about.
Looking at the food, he sniffed it again. It did not look like anything he was accustomed to, but it smelled too good to resist. After a few bites he was hooked on it. Going over to where she was, he looked at the screen which had several pictures from ancient images. He smirked as he pointed to one showing the helm of Hades which was suppose to grant invisibility. "Those were good times. A lot less confusing than this new world."
So she found the right site. Mostly it talked about how each fighter would battle until there was only one left, gaining that fighter it's freedom. The person that wakes the fighter is granted immortality as long as their fighter is alive. Glancing at him, she searched for a picture of him, but of course...there was nothing. Closing the site she turned to him. "What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?"
Every millennium, they are awakened to do battle. Each warrior represents a deity. The last warrior remaining is granted their freedom, and that deity takes control of the earth for a millennium. This is done in order to keep the peace between the gods. However, this has led to consequences such as certain species becoming extinct and great wars being fought.
The last time they were awoken, they backlashes from their battles caused two great world wars centuries after they were put to slumber. This time in a modern world, the gods wish to decrease the magnitude of their abilities and thus cause less trouble for them to correct. As the time draws, they sit and watch as the battles begin, and one by one their warriors find a master.
Spring Break. Everything Mia needed to relieve stress from college pressure. A full month to enjoy the sun and travel. The first place on her list was the beach. She had been dying to go since the weather got warm. Of course, she knew the beaches would be crowded; however, one of her favorite teachers gave her a pass to use a private beach. Supposedly it's got a million caverns to enjoy.
Mia sat in the sand as she watched the sun rise. She came extra early just so she could see the sun rise. The morning air danced around her as she watched the sky splash with vibrant colors of pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows. Standing, she looked over at the caves in the distance resting in a bundle near the ocean rocks. She was the curious type so she couldn't help herself as she left her things there on the private, deserted beach and walked over to the caves. She went to the entrance of one and got the chills. Moving to the next one she felt the same way. It wasn't until she got to the third one that a gust of wind came rushing out to her.
She should have turned away. She should have gone back to the beach and never returned, but as she stood there, standing in the entrance of the darkness, every fiber of her being was egging her on. It was as if it was calling to her, begging for her to go in, asking for her to explore it. Her heart pounded hard against her chest as she turned on the flash light she brought with her and stepped in. She should have been scared, but she wasn't. She should have brought someone with her, but she didn't. She should have done a lot of things, but she chose to do all the wrong things.
Her light danced around the cave walls as she went in deeper, listening to the dripping sound of water and the distant sound of waves. Her hand went over her heart as she pressed on, feeling her heart speed with every step. The feeling of being pulled in on got worse as she got deeper. Something flashed on the corner of eye and she turned her head to look. The light of her flashlight made something sparkle and she turned the full light on it.
Suddenly...she felt warm all over. Before her was a man...chained to the wall.
He was clothed in nothing but a white, torn, and dirty loincloth. The chains which bound his entire body looked centuries old. In fact, it looked as if he had been there since the beginning of time. Despite this, he looked perfect. His skin was pale white, but flawless. His hair was golden, shimmering even in the darkness of the caves. His defined muscles were like that of an Olympian god. Every feature was simply perfect.
There was a plaque on the wall above where he was chained. It was written in a language long forgotten, yet somehow she found herself able to read it clearly.
"Know this, you who enter here. Upon awakening this warrior with an offering of blood you shall be forever bound. Two entities with one soul. One heart. One body. One mind. Until the final breath from warrior or guardian, you shall be forever linked."
With shaky legs, Mia couldn't help but walk to him. It was as if she had no control over herself. Her body was already linked to him and she didn't even know it. She stood only a few inches from him as she breathed, her heart begging for release from it's fast pace. The flashlight fell from her hands, the glass breaking but the light still thriving. The sound made her jump and she looked down. Reaching down, she reached for the flashlight, cutting her hand on the glass. She snapped her hand back, blood flying and some landing on the man chained to the wall.
"Ouch..." she whispered while looking at her palm in the dark, the wet blood dripping on the floor.
The crimson blood was a stark contrast to his flesh. It dripped down his face, slipping into the tiny crevice of his mouth. At first there was nothing, then in an instant his eyes opened. There was a pause. His centuries of hibernation had left him weak and drained. "Is it time again?" He looked to this girl, was she to be his master? His guardian?
He stood slowly. Strength slowly returning to his limbs as he stared at the girl that had awakened him. The chains fell free from the walls, though the cuffs on his wrists, ankles, and neck still remained. A constant reminder of his servitude to the gods.
Mia screamed and moved back, falling in the process and hitting the ground with a hiss. Her hand ached and now her back felt like it had been shocked. She closed her eyes. It was a dream. There wasn't a half naked man standing there. There wasn't anything...it was the heat...or the lack of sleep from getting up early. A dream, that sounded nice.
He walked toward her and crouched before her. Modesty wasn't something that he was fully accustomed with yet. That would change once their bond was complete. "It will take some time for the bond to complete," he said as he looked at her. "Judging by your attire you are a slave girl? Or perhaps you work in a harem?" Sniffing, he looked down at her bleeding hand. Taking it in his hands a light seemed to connect the two. A second later, the blood dripped from her hand instead of his as he transferred the wound to himself.
"Do you know how to speak?" That would certainly complicate things if she didn't.
Mia sat laid there for a long time looking at him. Her feelings were overwhelming. Her brain said run and yet she felt she had known this man her whole life. Slowly her eyes trailed to her now perfect hand then to his where he was now bleeding. Rising her eyes again, she met his and blushed. He was handsome. And half naked...though...so was she in the bikini she was wearing. Sitting up slightly, only inches from his face once again, she hesitated, but moved her hand to his chest, feeling him lightly with a brush of her fingers to see if he was indeed real.
"Who...are you...." she finally managed to say.
"Ah, so you can speak." He looked down on her hand on his chest and then to her. He was starting to feel weird. Undoubtedly due to the continuing soul bond between them. In a matter of moments they truly would be inseparable. "I am the warrior that you awakened. I am soul bound as your servant until the battles are over."
She pulled her hand from him and stood. Her mind was rushing with millions of thoughts. Going to the entrance of the cave she looked around for cameras or people...maybe she stumbled onto a movie set by accident? Maybe someone was playing a joke on her? Looking at the beach and the cares going back on the streets off in the distance, she didn't see anything out of place. Turning back to the cave, she watched the man follow her out.
"You can't be serious..." She had no idea what the hell he was talking about.
"You awakened me," he told her. "How can you not know about the battles? Surely you would not be so foolish as to awaken a warrior of the gods without knowing what you were doing?" He turned back toward the wall he had been chained to and looked at the plaque on the wall. He then looked at the opposite wall to another plaque.
"Whosoever summons this warrior shall be his master. As such you will gain the favor of the gods and a servant so long as you take care of the warrior. In life or death, you shall now be immortal." He turned back to her and pointed to the plaque. "It seems pretty clear to me. Wait...can you read? Most slaves don't know how to read...which means you might have done this on accident."
She glared at him. "I'm not a slave. And this is not a good joke," she said. She climbed down the rocks quickly and rushed over to her things on the beach. Grabbing her summer dress, she slipped it on the put on her hat. Throwing her towel and things in her bag, she grabbed her car keys. "I will never trust that teacher again. 'Go to the beach, Mia,' he says. 'Enjoy it, you deserve it,' he says. Ha! I should have known he was going to play some kind of joke on me." Groaning, she looked at the ocean again. All of her plans were ruined.
He followed her out of the cave. A loud hiss escaped his lips as he stared up at the brilliant sun. "The world seems much brighter than I remember." Looking at the beach, he frowned...he did not remember this. Though his memory was somewhat foggy. Looking over to his master, he moved behind her, stopping when he saw the cars going past on the highway. "What strange beasts," he whispered. "Master, what are those things?"
Mia tilted her head at him. "Really? That's not funny. My name is Mia. Call me Mia," she said. "And those are cars. You know..." she jingled her keys in front of her. "To get around in. Where do you live? Do you need a ride home?"
"Cars?" He looked back at the steel beasts and then to the keys which she jingled in front of her. Did that somehow allow her to control the beasts? "I live where you live, master. That is part of the bond." Upon saying this he held up his right hand. An intricate design had formed on it, but it was only half of the design. Grabbing her left hand, he held it up so that she could see the other half of the design was on her hand. "See? Our bond is now complete."
Almost instantly she felt a pull on herself. Looking at him, she felt her chest go hot. And then she knew...somehow she just knew, this wasn't a joke. It was real. He was real. And he was hers.
"I'm in so much trouble..." she said slowly. Looking down at him she blushed. "Ok...clothes...clothes are good." She started to her car, waving for him to follow. Pushing a button her her keys, the doors unlocked and she got in.
He stood outside the car where she had gotten in. "You...climb inside the beast?" Was he mistaken? Was it not alive? How could that be? No carriage could move that fast without a beast to pull it.
"Get in," she said and opened the door for him from the inside.
He looked curiously at it once more. However, his master beckoned. Sliding into the seat, he watched as she pulled at the door to shut it. "This is indeed a strange...car?"
"Actually, it's normal...you are not." She started it and drove towards home. She stopped when she got to a clothing store. Looking at him she made a rough estimate of his size. "Under no circumstance are you to leave this car until I get back, ok?
"I will be of little help to you inside this car," he told her. "But if that is what you command, than I shall obey."
She got out rushing inside the store; she instantly started grabbing things for him. Underwear, shorts, jeans, shirts, and anything else he would need. Paying it she sighed. There went all the money she had saved for spring break. Not that it would have mattered much anyways. She carried the large bags to the car and put them in the back then drove home.
She gave him the bags then walked upstairs to her apartment. Walking in, she looked around her clean place. It was only a one room place. Open kitchen and the living room and bedroom shared the same space. The only door in the room was for the bathroom. She showed him where to put the bags and pulled him to the bathroom. Turning on the shower she grabbed the shampoo.
"Use this for your hair." Grabbing the soap. "And this for your body." Setting them down she sighed. "Any problems...just call me ok?"
She shut the door and left him in there. This was going to be a long day.
He looked at the water and then to the shampoo and soap. After taking off his loincloth he proceeded to wash himself off. This contraption...it was amazing. It was unlike anything that he had seen before. The water came out from the wall, and it was warm without fire to heat it. "This is indeed a strange world," he whispered. Once he was washed off, he stepped out of the shower. Looking at his dirty cloth, he shook his head and exited the room without drying off or having anything to cover himself.
"How do you stop the water?"
Mia had just finished changing. "Oh just turn..." She turned to him. "Oh my God!" she screamed and quickly turned her back to him while turning bright red. Grabbing a towel she threw it behind her. "Wrap that around your waist! Now!"
He caught the towel. Looking at it he did as she said and wrapped it around his waist. "Very well," he told her. "Now how do I make the water stop?"
Mia slowly turned around. Going over to him she showed him out to turn it off then on then off again. "It's simple." Going to his bag of clothes she pulled out some things for him and showed him how to put them on then pushed him back in the bathroom to change. While he did that she started on dinner.
After a few moments he managed to put the clothes on. The garments were strange and felt weird, but his master had bought them for him so he would wear them as she wished. Exiting the bathroom, he sniffed the air, his stomach growling. It had been a few centuries since he'd last had food, so needless to say he was hungry. "What is that heavenly smell?"
She put some food on his plate and handed him a fork. "Just something I whipped up quickly. Eat up," she said and went to her computer. She typed in the words she had read on the plaque and only a few links came up. Clicking on them, she began to read the supposed myth of the battle he had talked about.
Looking at the food, he sniffed it again. It did not look like anything he was accustomed to, but it smelled too good to resist. After a few bites he was hooked on it. Going over to where she was, he looked at the screen which had several pictures from ancient images. He smirked as he pointed to one showing the helm of Hades which was suppose to grant invisibility. "Those were good times. A lot less confusing than this new world."
So she found the right site. Mostly it talked about how each fighter would battle until there was only one left, gaining that fighter it's freedom. The person that wakes the fighter is granted immortality as long as their fighter is alive. Glancing at him, she searched for a picture of him, but of course...there was nothing. Closing the site she turned to him. "What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?"