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The Fourth Nation

by The Purple Power

Still in the works, but I hope you all enjoy what I've got...

The following is a piece of writing submitted by The Purple Power on February 24, 2008
"One of my favorites, but I haven't typed much of it."

The Fourth Nation: Prologue

There he stood, at the cliffs edge watching the battle below. He was finally winning his battle he would soon overcome the final city in his triumph of Xenhas. He would soon be king over all of it; he would reign with his dragon riding clan of Krandess.
He began to think back to how he had done it, and how great his strength had become since then. But his mood quickly darkened when he saw King Liam’s forces charge out of the gates of the earthen capital city of Threalliant. The battle quickly evened and Bladeon quickly realized that without action his forces would easily fail.
Bladeon quickly mounted his dragon and it quickly took off in its flight toward the battle. Bladeon drew the magic he had always known to use and channeled it through his sword. With a simple upward swooshing motion a gale force wind swept in with his dragon and collided with a squadron of Earth Nation soldiers. The swordsman leader of the squad was the first to stand as the majestic beast crashed to the ground and roared loudly.
“Feast Diana!” He cried to his dragon. “For by dawn we shall have won!” He thrust his sword skyward and a cheer rang out among the warriors of his city. Then he charged into a large squad of dwarves carrying huge battle-axes with green insignias of the Earth Nation proudly displayed on their armor. He quickly slashed his way through as though only a piece of cloth had stood in his way.
His dragon, Diana, in response to her master’s command and quickly gobbled up the chief swordsman of the previously obliterated squad of warriors. She then turned to another and glared with a black, steely, glare and the warriors of the Earth Nation began to flee. She reared her back and let loose with a roar, to show how truly entertaining she thought the situation was.
Meanwhile, Bladeon quickly dashed through the squads of Earth soldiers and, when he gained enough speed from his run through the enemy forces, he leapt over the final line of defense with amazing speed. He slowed to a walk as he began to look for King Liam and his earthen Schrunx. That wasn’t hard considering the monstrous size of the boar-like Schrunx. He was soon at its feet, and he leapt up on top of it with a magical pounce. He placed his sword at the King’s throat.
“Have at thee, ye heathen wilt!” He cried and he swung and Liam drew his sword and countered. The two stared at each other for a long moment and the sounds of the battle around them seemed to quiet. Then Bladeon lunged powerfully emanating a burst of wind from his sword. Liam’s sword turned to a crystal rock as he held it up to counter the wind. He quickly charged forward and swung with a powerful sideways slash. Bladeon leapt over the sword and swung his own down using all of his strength to keep Liam from lifting it once more. Liam knew they both had an advantage and he could relax for a bit because even if he tried to lift his sword, the evil swordsman would hold down the attack. However, with his sword being held aside he was open to be attacked. It was a fully even moment, but clearly Bladeon wanted a temporary halt in the attacks.
“Surrender now and pledge your allegiance to me and my kingdom and I shall greatly increase your numbers upon this earth.” A wide grin came across his face as he said: “Refuse and me and my people will show you no mercy, and you will all be slaughtered before the sun rises again!!”
King Liam thought long and hard about this offer. He knew pledging allegiance was impossible to deceive a swordsman on this deal and get away with. If he promises his allegiance to someone his soul forever is in his or her control. If he didn’t he would be killed; it was not an easy choice.
“I have reached a decision.” The king stated after several minutes of thinking. “I have chosen…”

The following is a piece of writing submitted by The Purple Power on February 29, 2008
"sorry! u'll have to wait a while to get to the scene the book started with... Anyway, here's the start of the hero's adventure..."

The Fourth Nation: Chapter 1

Rayon stood by the door, eagerly awaiting his father’s return. He had finished his chores faster than ever before, because today was the day. On no other day would he have been done in time, but today…today he received his first sword.
He couldn’t wait until he could finally walk proudly into town like all the other men of his village. He would be a man. He had always had the respect of the other villagers. In fact he was probably stronger than most of them had been at his age. Sometimes, it seemed like they feared him and he wondered if the sword would earn him respect or if it would only confirm those fears.
He decided he would go visit Shiba. Shiba was a tough girl; he had met her when someone from town had been picking on him. She had stepped in the way and defended him. From then on they had been good friends, and eventually more. They had been the only friends for each other and the more the spent time together, the more they began to like each other.
Shiba had inspired him in many ways; she had pushed him to excel and she had taught him how to fight. He may have never become a swordsman if it were not for her.
He was now running towards her house; for the more he thought about her the more he missed her. He finally reached her house on the other side of the village. He knocked, longing to see her every second more. He waited a moment longer, then knocked again.
No answer.
Probably in town with her father, he thought. He walked quietly back to his house and waited patiently for Vispma to return with his sword.
He got impatient after five more minutes of waiting. So he decided to do more chores. After an hour of that with nothing else to do, he decided to train himself a bit. He took out his staff, its blade defined by the scrape marks all over it. He found the thorn bush in the backyard; it was just in the woods behind the small hut he called home. He swung the heavy staff one handed using his left hand, and within a minute the thorn bush was nothing less than a stem, which he quickly cut. He then found a small log and carried it with his right arm back to the middle of the yard.
Quickly he whirled around and struck the log several times then leapt away. He ran up a tree, back flipped behind the log and struck it with such a powerful blow that both the staff and the log split into many pieces.
He stood still, amazed at how strong that move had been. He had never done anything so powerfully before. A voice interrupted his thoughts.
“I’d say your ready for a sword!” It was Shiba! How had she found him? That didn’t matter; he ran over and hugged her like he hadn’t seen her in months.
“Why are you here?” He asked letting go of her, but staying close.
“Your sword,” was her only reply. And she handed him a large bundle of cloth. He hurriedly grabbed it and unwrapped it.
The sword was shorter than he had hoped, but he was still happy. The blade glinted blue in the sunlight and the hilt was designed with shimmering silver guard and at the base of the handle, there was a small socket. Except it was shaped differently on each side. He wondered why the gems were absent and different.
He drew it and swung it around. It felt nice to have that weight in his hands. It weighed more than the staff but it was easy to adjust to its weight. He sheathed it proudly in its gold embroidered blue sheath. He held Shiba’s hand tightly and asked:
“Why did you bring it to me?” She stared at him like he was insane before promptly stating an answer.
“Vispma was busy with customers when he spotted me, he asked me to run it by.” She squeezed his hand tighter then let go and ran off. He promptly followed and wondered when he was to meet his trainer. He quickly surmised that that’s where they were heading. They quickly worked there way through the bustling trade center of town to the outskirts farther east and eventually the reached the outer wall where the followed it north a short distance until they reached a palace which served as a gatehouse.
It was the manor of one of the king’s twelve royal lords. Was this the person who was to train him? A lord of the King! He felt a great deal of pride swell up within him. As they approached the gate, he felt himself shaking with nervousness. What would he say!? How should he address a servant of the king?! After a moment a heavyset warrior in blue lined armor approached the gate. He wore no helmet so his bushy hair was clearly visible.
“What business have ye here?” He said calmly yet almost commanded respect with the same tone. Rayon quivered in his boots, what should he say?
“W-we have come to be trained, sir.” He paused. “Or rather just myself good sir.” He waited for a response, when there was none he added, “My name is Rayon.”
The knight stepped back for a moment and examined the young swordsman. He walked a slow circle around Rayon inspecting him carefully.
“Show me your blade.” He asked after his inspection of Rayon. Rayon quickly drew his short sword and held it out for the knight to see. He inspected it, and then after a moment he stated:
“Where is the magical stone of your choice? Have ye gone on The Swordsman’s Quest yet?” He paused; Rayon stared at him in confusion. “You can nay be a swordsman until you return with either the Stone of the Sun or the Sacred Star Stone.” He turned and started to leave, then stopped, “I shall return in a moment.”
Rayon turned to Shiba and shrugged. They sat down and chatted for a moment; but before long the knight returned with a sealed scrolled in his hand. He handed the scroll to Rayon, and then his sword.
“Return when you have completed your quest.” He stated simply and motioned to the gate. Rayon and Shiba gave a small nod of the head, a sign of their respect, and promptly left.

The following is a piece of writing submitted by The Purple Power on March 16, 2008
"Sorry it took FOREVER and it's not long but...it gets better and faster. I just have to write it first..."

The Fourth Nation: Chapter 1 (part 2)

Rayon ran around his house packing supplies into a backpack that he thought he would need. He soon finished, for he had little possessions, and then he took his sword and left his house. He quickly ran to his girlfriend’s house and knocked twice. Shiba came to the door packed and ready to go. Her pack was smaller but she carried leather armor and a staff in hand. She yelled farewell to her parents.

“Wait!!!” Her mother cried, and she came hurrying over carrying a small bundle. She handed it to her daughter, squeezed Shiba tightly, and then turned and walked away. She was holding back tears the whole time.

“Ready,” he asked. Knowing that they might never return to their village.

“I’ll follow you,” was all she said. They walked in silence toward the eastern gate of the city. They stopped and turned to look back on their village again.

Then they left.

They walked southeast toward the mountain in which they would find the stones Rayon would have to choose from. As it grew darker they found a place to camp and made a fire.

“I never knew you could fight with a staff,” declared Rayon. He stared for a moment and then went back to sharpening his sword.

“Yeah, I never really wanted anyone to know.” She said reaching through her leather pouch for some food. Then she saw the bundle. She took it out and carefully unwrapped it.

She gasped.

“What is it?” Asked Rayon, standing to his feet.

“It’s my oldest family heirloom, said to have to have been used by the first king ever.” She said shaking. It was old, yet it still gleamed majestically. It was a dagger, but it seemed to be so much more.
Rayon stood and picked up a short thick stick.

“Shall we train?” He offered, taking a battle stance. Shiba grabbed her staff and the both struck quickly and powerfully at each other.

“Don’t expect me to hold back,” Shiba said boldly. She leapt backward and jumped over Rayon’s head and attempted to strike his back. Rayon quickly whirled around and barely blocked. They continued taking turns attacking and blocking. After a short while, Rayon collapsed and settled down for the night.

“Great fighting,” he said rubbing an arm she had hit with her staff. “We’ll need to be well rested for tomorrow.” He said, and with that they put out the fire and went to sleep.

The following is a piece of writing submitted by The Purple Power on December 17, 2008
"I would have to say...I AM SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But, here's the next post :)"

The Fourth Nation: Chapter 1 (pt. 3)

The next morning Rayon was waiting for Shiba to awaken. He had awoken early due to a dream that he couldn’t entirely remember. Shiba slowly rose and packed up the blankets. They slowly left for the mountain and arrive there shortly after lunch.
“This is the place,” Rayon said, staring in awe at the gigantic mountain. It was times like this when he wondered where it came from. How all creatures and lands and nations and forests and mountains came into existence, his mom had told him The Legend of Vacic a thousand times. He could recite by heart by now…

“Do not forget this story, Son
For this our family has always sung
Of the earth, before it was even there.
Soon land was formed, yet it was bare
Then grass and trees and rivers grew
Next, the birds of the air; they flew!
Soon all the land and water teemed with life
And there was neither pain, nor sorrow, nor strife
And Bazam and Matve walked alone
And Vacic soon flew and made a home
Into which, if we choose
We may go in, our darkness lose
For, my son, of evil are we born
And our flesh can be broken, our bodies torn
Yet in the dust, we shall not hide
For Vacic has given us, a reason for pride
Stand tall, my son, and listen well
For the reason of which, the first man fell...”

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden wailing noise. He quickly looked up to the top of the mountain and saw the cloaked figure from which the eerie noise was emanating. It was hard to determine if it was human. Rayon had heard legends of dark magical creatures living in Sokersebi (that is the forest in which the mountain resided). Suddenly, the eerie wailing ceased and dark clouds began to cover the once clear sky.
“Dark magic!!” Cried Shiba. “I’ve heard only legends of it, I didn’t think it was actually possible!” She remarked astounded at such frightening power.
“Yes,” Rayon said thoughtfully. “Only swordsmen are supposed to be able to use magic.” He carefully examined the darkening mountain and noticed a small opening just east of their location. “Shiba!” He exclaimed, pointing, “Look over there! Let’s go in.”
Then, without giving her a chance to respond, he darted over to the cave-like entrance, drew his sword, and entered. The cave was dark, and far wet, much more than he had expected. He squinted around looking for the slightest possible light or means of passage. He saw a very faint outline of an exit from the room and dashed off once again.
Shiba followed, barely keeping up. When they arrived in the next room a small torch sat on the far wall away from the room’s entrance. Rayon removed the torch from the wall and suddenly a grinding noise emitted from above. They both looked up to see a small hole through which light could protrude. A small stairway began to emerge from the mountainous walls, leading up to the newly opened hole.
Rayon barreled up the staircase and emerged in a dark, mist filled area a short distance up the mountain. Tall rocks surrounded the area.
To prevent things from getting in, or out? Rayon wondered, fearfully. Shiba joined him momentarily. She must have been thinking the same thing because she was trembling. The looked around and saw that the only way up was along a path that led almost straight up the mountain.
Sighing, Rayon took a deep breath and marched valiantly forward up the path and faded out of view in the midst of the mist. Shiba cautiously looked around and then bolted after him full force, terrified of what might come if he wasn’t there to be brave for her. That was thing Shiba wasn’t: brave. She had always let Rayon be brave for her, but only when it came to things she couldn’t fight, solitude and creepy things in black cloaks happened to fall under that category.
Suddenly, a skeletal hand burst forth from the ground and grabbed Shiba’s foot. She let out an ear-piercing shriek. Rayon quickly turned in time to see a skull protrude from the ground. Slowly, the whole skeleton emerged from the ground; Rayon could have sworn it was still rotting as he could still see bits of flesh attached to its ribs.
Rayon clutched his sword tightly and brought it down quite aggressively on the skeleton’s head. It flinched, and then collapsed in a heap of bones. Then, three more skeletons burrowed their way out of the ground. Rayon suddenly froze, he found himself unable to move. He stiffened up and one of the skeletons approached Shiba and drew a bone-shaped club. Rayon felt himself screaming inside and before he realized what had happened he was in the middle of a massive pile of bones that could have been from about 20 skeletons.

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