Post by Pete on Jul 14, 2009 19:09:56 GMT -5
A while ago, before I foolishly let my temper get the better of me, I posted a proposed fanfic series called "The Shards of Autisma". Since I've 'regenerated', so has this story. Same format, a slightly different plot, but a brand new world.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Let me know what you think! I thankyou.
ARC 1 CHAPTER 1: W.I.T.C.H. RETOLD
Legends fortell of two beings who formed part of a decivirate of omnipotent gods. They watched over many worlds, new and old, and gave each new one the elements of fire, water, earth and lightning; the power of dreams and nightmares; and the faith of peace, goodness and a smidgen of evil. These two beings were of Good and Evil. In fact, they WERE Good and Evil. Good was young, kind and charitable, striving to make people happy with powers he was born with. Evil was identical to Good, but was ancient, spiteful and brutal.
These two immortal beings clashed through millennia, from the dawn of time to modern days. Evil would always create or discover a villain to place into a world, to ultimately serve Evil itself, but Good would always drop down into the world, someway or another, and proclaim those who were destined to save their worlds as Dimension Heroes. But Good's powers needed to be controlled, and so an unknown force created the Autisma Medallion, whose twelve segments controlled and upheld the strange and unique powers of Good. Were they to separate, Good would weaken and thus would be an easy target for Evil.
This is a story. A story about Good and Evil, and a world that wasn't created by their leader, who watched over the nine gods. A world fuelled by the powers of Autisma, Girl Power and.... Magic.
A mysterious futuristic spacecraft hoverred over the many honeycomb-shaped structures that made up the Void. The Void was constantly expanding due to the conflict between Good and Evil, as well as the worlds created by the decivirate.
Suddenly, a massive explosion sounded as a blast of white light shot through one of the wings of the spacecraft, destroying it. The spacecraft shook, but then took after the white light. As the light fuzzed around the front of the spacecraft, it revealled itself as... a human, with black hair and glasses, wearing bright wings and a medallion around his neck.
With a roar, the spacecraft fired two powerful cannons at either side of its body. Again, the man dodged them, before firing a beam from a sword. The beam ripped through the spacecraft, and it began to fall. Suddenly, a robotic android, similar to the man in size, shape and style, but more deadlier and cruel-looking, jumped out of the falling debris and began to duel with the man. Swords slashed about furiously before the two of them were caught in the ensuing explosion of the spacecraft, pieces flying about like an asteroid belt.
The android took this opportunity to stab straight through the medallion, scattering pieces of jewellry everywhere. The light faded, and the man fell down alongside the shards. The android laughed... but got clonked on the head by a boiler pipe from part of the spaceship!
Down they fell. First the shards. Then the man. Then the android. And then the pieces of spacecraft. They fell into a purple-coloured sector of Void. Into its galaxy, and into its solar system. And finally, to its main world.
In a small surburbian city, tons of meteor showers fell across the night sky, attracting many onlookers. A huge rumble then shook lightly the city, as what seemed like a HUMAN had fallen onto the Hill of Miracles, a special hill in a nearby park. And, in different locations, four girls stopped what they were doing and ran towards this park. By bike, by foot... even by bus. They ran into this park, and looked down at the smoking crater.
Up 'till now, the four weren't interested in "Who are you and why did you come here with us?", more "Is this man alright?". And although their world was created in seconds, they felt like they had been living in it for years.
The smoke soon cleared, revealling the weak, frail image of a young man, in his early twenties, bruised and scratched, tattered and torn.
One of the girls, a blue-haired one, reached down and touched the flesh of the man's arms. The man winced, then opened his eyes.
"Uhhhhhh..." he moaned.
"It's OK. It's OK." a yellow-haired girl was saying. "We'll get you help. As soon as we figured out who is who."
The man moaned again, then pointed at an orange-haired girl... "Irma Lair." he croaked.
Then he pointed at a purple-haired girl and then at the yellow-haired girl. "Taranee Cooke.... Cornelia Hale...." he murmured.
And finally he pointed at the blue-haired girl. "Hay Lin." he gasped.
"HE KNEW OUR NAMES!" gasped each girl in unison, pointing at themselves. And then a whole cacophony of high pitches rose, as each girl began to identify and confirm each other of their name.
Suddenly, Irma looked down at the man. His eyes seemed to be recoiling in pain.
"The Prophecy isn't complete." he said.
"Prophecy?" questioned Taranee.
"The Prophecy... of.... Fanglongmon." the man replied, now slipping in and out of consciousness. "Of.... Rassilon.... of... Solaris.... of.... Autisma."
He then rose up and began to pad his chest.
"My nemesis! He's still out there! My medallion! The shards have gone! My nemesis must be stopped! Find...! Find....!"
"Find who?" asked Cornelia. "Your nemesis? A doctor? WHO?"
But the man had suffered a relapse and fainted.
Irma began to lift the man out of the crater.
"Luckily my grandma knows what to do. She owns a Chinese restaurant and is good with herbs." she said.
"Right! Lead us the way!" Irma replied.
And thus, the four girls ran towards the restaurant, the man on Hay Lin's back.....
Somewhere else entirely, a red-haired girl was in some sort of pseudo-flower garden, wearing nothing at all, and watching as pitch-blackness filled the area. Painful images of future events flashed in her mind. Suddenly, a crimson light flashed the area as a man with bright wings appeared, carrying a sword.
"I have found you at last. My body is dying. I need you to find me." he said. "Find Irma Lair, Taranee Cook, Cornelia Hale and Hay Lin."
"W-who?" gasped the girl.
"They are part of the Prophecy. YOU are now part of the Prophecy. But you must be tested. Those four have passed." replied the man.
"Prophecy?" asked the red-haired girl. "If this is some sort of dastardly trick to get YOUR hands on MY body, I'll...."
"No." replied the man hastily. "You are needed. In some city my Normal Self doesn't know about but my Autisma Self does. I don't know the name. Fulfill the Prophecy of Fanglongmon, Rassilon, Solaris and Autisma. Bring Peace to this new world. A world that existed before, but will have to be retold again."
"Now you're just talking crazy." the girl giggled. "This ain't no chatroom on a forum or something!"
"I pledge you, help me." replied the man, fading out of existence. "Before my Normal Self wakes up, I need an answer. Help me. Help me.... Will Vandom....."
But the man disappeared from the dreamworld, as Will herself woke up....
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Let me know what you think! I thankyou.
ARC 1 CHAPTER 1: W.I.T.C.H. RETOLD
Legends fortell of two beings who formed part of a decivirate of omnipotent gods. They watched over many worlds, new and old, and gave each new one the elements of fire, water, earth and lightning; the power of dreams and nightmares; and the faith of peace, goodness and a smidgen of evil. These two beings were of Good and Evil. In fact, they WERE Good and Evil. Good was young, kind and charitable, striving to make people happy with powers he was born with. Evil was identical to Good, but was ancient, spiteful and brutal.
These two immortal beings clashed through millennia, from the dawn of time to modern days. Evil would always create or discover a villain to place into a world, to ultimately serve Evil itself, but Good would always drop down into the world, someway or another, and proclaim those who were destined to save their worlds as Dimension Heroes. But Good's powers needed to be controlled, and so an unknown force created the Autisma Medallion, whose twelve segments controlled and upheld the strange and unique powers of Good. Were they to separate, Good would weaken and thus would be an easy target for Evil.
This is a story. A story about Good and Evil, and a world that wasn't created by their leader, who watched over the nine gods. A world fuelled by the powers of Autisma, Girl Power and.... Magic.
A mysterious futuristic spacecraft hoverred over the many honeycomb-shaped structures that made up the Void. The Void was constantly expanding due to the conflict between Good and Evil, as well as the worlds created by the decivirate.
Suddenly, a massive explosion sounded as a blast of white light shot through one of the wings of the spacecraft, destroying it. The spacecraft shook, but then took after the white light. As the light fuzzed around the front of the spacecraft, it revealled itself as... a human, with black hair and glasses, wearing bright wings and a medallion around his neck.
With a roar, the spacecraft fired two powerful cannons at either side of its body. Again, the man dodged them, before firing a beam from a sword. The beam ripped through the spacecraft, and it began to fall. Suddenly, a robotic android, similar to the man in size, shape and style, but more deadlier and cruel-looking, jumped out of the falling debris and began to duel with the man. Swords slashed about furiously before the two of them were caught in the ensuing explosion of the spacecraft, pieces flying about like an asteroid belt.
The android took this opportunity to stab straight through the medallion, scattering pieces of jewellry everywhere. The light faded, and the man fell down alongside the shards. The android laughed... but got clonked on the head by a boiler pipe from part of the spaceship!
Down they fell. First the shards. Then the man. Then the android. And then the pieces of spacecraft. They fell into a purple-coloured sector of Void. Into its galaxy, and into its solar system. And finally, to its main world.
In a small surburbian city, tons of meteor showers fell across the night sky, attracting many onlookers. A huge rumble then shook lightly the city, as what seemed like a HUMAN had fallen onto the Hill of Miracles, a special hill in a nearby park. And, in different locations, four girls stopped what they were doing and ran towards this park. By bike, by foot... even by bus. They ran into this park, and looked down at the smoking crater.
Up 'till now, the four weren't interested in "Who are you and why did you come here with us?", more "Is this man alright?". And although their world was created in seconds, they felt like they had been living in it for years.
The smoke soon cleared, revealling the weak, frail image of a young man, in his early twenties, bruised and scratched, tattered and torn.
One of the girls, a blue-haired one, reached down and touched the flesh of the man's arms. The man winced, then opened his eyes.
"Uhhhhhh..." he moaned.
"It's OK. It's OK." a yellow-haired girl was saying. "We'll get you help. As soon as we figured out who is who."
The man moaned again, then pointed at an orange-haired girl... "Irma Lair." he croaked.
Then he pointed at a purple-haired girl and then at the yellow-haired girl. "Taranee Cooke.... Cornelia Hale...." he murmured.
And finally he pointed at the blue-haired girl. "Hay Lin." he gasped.
"HE KNEW OUR NAMES!" gasped each girl in unison, pointing at themselves. And then a whole cacophony of high pitches rose, as each girl began to identify and confirm each other of their name.
Suddenly, Irma looked down at the man. His eyes seemed to be recoiling in pain.
"The Prophecy isn't complete." he said.
"Prophecy?" questioned Taranee.
"The Prophecy... of.... Fanglongmon." the man replied, now slipping in and out of consciousness. "Of.... Rassilon.... of... Solaris.... of.... Autisma."
He then rose up and began to pad his chest.
"My nemesis! He's still out there! My medallion! The shards have gone! My nemesis must be stopped! Find...! Find....!"
"Find who?" asked Cornelia. "Your nemesis? A doctor? WHO?"
But the man had suffered a relapse and fainted.
Irma began to lift the man out of the crater.
"Luckily my grandma knows what to do. She owns a Chinese restaurant and is good with herbs." she said.
"Right! Lead us the way!" Irma replied.
And thus, the four girls ran towards the restaurant, the man on Hay Lin's back.....
Somewhere else entirely, a red-haired girl was in some sort of pseudo-flower garden, wearing nothing at all, and watching as pitch-blackness filled the area. Painful images of future events flashed in her mind. Suddenly, a crimson light flashed the area as a man with bright wings appeared, carrying a sword.
"I have found you at last. My body is dying. I need you to find me." he said. "Find Irma Lair, Taranee Cook, Cornelia Hale and Hay Lin."
"W-who?" gasped the girl.
"They are part of the Prophecy. YOU are now part of the Prophecy. But you must be tested. Those four have passed." replied the man.
"Prophecy?" asked the red-haired girl. "If this is some sort of dastardly trick to get YOUR hands on MY body, I'll...."
"No." replied the man hastily. "You are needed. In some city my Normal Self doesn't know about but my Autisma Self does. I don't know the name. Fulfill the Prophecy of Fanglongmon, Rassilon, Solaris and Autisma. Bring Peace to this new world. A world that existed before, but will have to be retold again."
"Now you're just talking crazy." the girl giggled. "This ain't no chatroom on a forum or something!"
"I pledge you, help me." replied the man, fading out of existence. "Before my Normal Self wakes up, I need an answer. Help me. Help me.... Will Vandom....."
But the man disappeared from the dreamworld, as Will herself woke up....