The Ancient's Son (Rise of a Guardian: Chapter 22)
Website link: http://theancientsson.com/
Genres: Action, Adventure, Fantasy
The life and story of Arkanon Leyan unfolds as he chooses to become a
Guardian, a universal protector fighting against the Demons. He sets out
on his journey to find out his true potential and create bonds with his
fellow Guardians. But what awaits him is something he would have never
imagined; something unspeakably evil. As he furthers into his life, he
may soon realize that he doesn’t always have a choice.
Book 1: Rise of a Guardian:
The first story in the Ancient’s Son series. Arkanon Leyan, a ten year old boy, reluctantly chooses to become a Guardian after a sudden turn of events. Only thinking that he would be a normal soldier, Arkanon is surprised to find that he can do so much more. But not everything goes his way, as a darker force has plans for him.
Rise of a Guardian: Prologue
On the scarred field where many bodies lay strewn, there
stood few creatures. These creatures were scaled, bi-pedal, draconic like, with
wings a tail. These creatures easily stood 2 meters high. One side was blue
scaled wearing blazing white armor that seemed to hold a certain purity, while
the other side had red scales wearing pitch black armor that looked like it
absorbed all the light around it. All of the creatures left standing were
completely exhausted and some were wounded in various ways. All the bodies
surrounding both sides were similar to those standing. The ground itself was
riddled with massive holes that seemed to reach to the core of the planet
itself. The scene was similar all around the world. Millions upon millions of
the creatures have died on both sides. The war itself has destroyed the planet
beyond hope of regeneration. The creatures knew that their end was nigh. The
world that they stand on has begun to deteriorate. One of the blue creatures
walked over to the red one standing closest to him, and said, "Seems that
we'll both die soon, brother."
The red one looked to the blue one. "Yes, it seems
A massive quake shook the world, sending some of the
creatures sprawling to the ground, but the two remained standing.
"I truly wished this didn't happen." The blue one
said, "But it seems fate likes to play cruel tricks."
"Tell me brother, do you believe in any gods?" The
red one asked.
"Believe in gods? With how our civilization was made,
we only believed in ourselves and didn't question any supreme beings until we
gained better self-awareness. Besides, what god or gods would be cruel enough
to do this? To turn family against family and friend against friend."
"Brother, back when the calamity happened, when that
black wave engulfed me, I could feel something. Something powerful, dark and
sinister. Something that made my strength feel like a pebble compared to
it." The red one raised his right hand and looked at it. "I don't
know if that was a god or not, but it's strength, it's power, was something far
beyond our reach." He started to clench his hand into a fist. "The
way it toyed with my very being, and almost turned me into a mindless monster.
It was horrifying." He lowered his fist. "Sylvan, I hope you can forgive
me for what I've done. I could see the acts I committed, but had no control
over them. Friends and family I had once known, I killed them." A hint of
sorrow was detected in his voice.
Sylvan put his hands on the red ones shoulders and said,
"Tyril, are you saying that a god did this to us? Are you saying this
being purposely tore apart families and friends?!" Extreme anger could be
heard in his voice.
"Yes, when the
madness hit me, I caught a glimpse of his thoughts. We were nothing more than
toys to it!" Tyril yelled.
A small, pitiful laugh could be heard from Sylvan as he let
go of Tyril. "So we were just here for it's amusement. All our
accomplishments were for naught. Everything we worked towards was torn apart so
it could watch as we kill each other... Tell me Tyril, are you content to sit
here and die?" A small look of anger and hatred entered Sylvan's blue
eyes. It was the first time he felt these feelings.
Tyril was taken back a bit by Sylvan's words, but he
immediately made up his mind. "No, I'm not content to just die. It's
because of that bastard that we have gone through all this pain and suffering.
So we'll pay it back to him ten-fold!"
Tyril could feel his madness rising again. "So what do
we do now, brother? How will we get our revenge?"
Tyril. I'm as eager as you right now, but we are far too weak currently, and
the planet we're on is on the verge of collapse. For now, we should just think
of some way to live through the blast."
The brothers stood there and thought for a minute, while the
other around them had either fallen to their knees and given up, or are trying
to escape back to the distant cities.
"Brother, I've got an idea!" Tyril said excitedly.
"What is it?" Sylvan asked. "Brother, we can go use the
emergency cryo stasis pods. Remember? They were created in case of a calamity
happened with the Energy testing going on. They've been proven to have a high
resistance, and we can at least remain in them for a few million years."
"Yes, that will work. It will have to work. We have no
other choice. Quickly, Tyril, we must be fast. I'm sure we're not the only ones
that have thought of this."
Tyril and Sylvan ran
to the closest city. By the time they arrived, the planet was in critical
condition, on the verge of exploding. They found the nearest shelter and
quickly ducked inside. What they found inside was a large circular room. A
small number of empty pods, and a large number of occupied pods, but the
occupied pods had swords shoved through them, the highly resistant glass easily
Around one of the pods, a group of three red-scaled monsters
could be seen. As Sylvan and Tyril arrived, the watched as one of the three
shoved a sword through the last occupied pod. Sylvan started to boil with rage.
He charged toward one of the three, while Tyril chased after him. Before the
creature could notice, Sylvan had grabbed the sword it was hold, twisted it out
of it’s grip and rammed it through the creature’s skull. By the time the two of
them had noticed, Tyril had gotten behind one and grabbed and snapped it’s
neck. The last creature completely was dumbfound by how quickly these two were
killed. It then released a blood-curdling scream filled with complete madness
and rage and charged towards Sylvan. Tyril reacted immediately by grabbing one
of it’s arms and dislocated the shoulder and shattered the elbow. Due to the
sudden pain, the creature attempted to hack at Tyril with it’s sword, but
Sylvan acted sooner. He rammed his elbow into the creature’s chest, fracturing
it’s ribs and caving in it’s chest cavity. The creature spat up blood and
dropped it’s sword. Sylvan quickly grabbed the sword as it was falling and with
one quick stroke, cut the creature’s head off. Dark blue blood splattered out
from the stump of it’s neck.
As soon as the skirmish ended, a massive quake shook the
“Damnit! Tyril, we’re
out of time! Quickly, set the pods to highest setting and get inside!” Sylvan
“Will we be the only survivors, brother?” Tyril asked.
“I don’t even know if we’ll survive the blast.” Sylvan said
honestly, “But let’s trust that we’ll live to see our vengeance.”
When both of the cryo stasis pods opened, Sylvan and Tyril
both stepped inside without hesitation. As ice formed on their bodies, they
both silently prayed that they would live. As soon as the pods were fully
activated and both of them were in a deep sleep, a massive explosion of pure
and dark energy exploded from within the planet, obliterating everything that
stood in its way and sending pieces of the planet and anything strong enough to
withstand the blast far into the furthest reaches of space. The titanic planet that
these creatures lived on, Tyril and Sylvan’s home, was no more.
But from this destruction came creation. The raw energy,
both pure and dark, gathered among the fragments of the titan planet and
started to create new planets, although much smaller than the original. But the
pure energy that didn’t combine with the planet fragments made suns. With the
destruction of a mighty race came the creation of new life. Many of the planets
grew, and with them came the life of new species and races. Among the new races
that sprouted up, the Ancient’s and Corrupted appeared. The Ancient’s and
Corrupted weren’t a new race, but that is what they were named after the
destruction of their home planet. Before then, they had no race name. Among
these new races, the Ancient’s and Corrupted had mated with the different
species, causing some rather abnormal problems. The children between either the
Ancient’s or Corrupted with any other race, caused half-bloods. The children
usually looked the same as their normal race would, but they were stronger than
others, and the usually had white hair, if they had any hair, and blue eyes if
they were born from an Ancient, or black hair and red eyes if born from a
Corrupted. Eventually, war started between the Ancient’s and Corrupted again,
as many of the Corrupted hadn’t regained most of their sanity, unlike Tyril and
some others. This war continued on for millions of years, with each passing
generation slowly weakening the descendants of both sides. Eventually, the
descendants of the Ancients became known as the Guardians, and the descendants
of the Corrupted became known as the Demons. The Guardians fought for freedom,
while the Demons fought for control. Countless lives were lost on both sides. Even
to the present day, both the Guardians and Demons fight for dominance.