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Note: This is intended for the A Life of Steve blog contest (enter it here!) and as such will only have one, eh, part shall we say (and it is a very big bigg'un :D). However, if this is requested to develop into an actual story series...thing, then leave a comment and I will try to do so! :3
In a time before those called 'players' came to being, there was an ancient civilisation that lived and breathed the air we do now. These were the Tfarcs, and they were a mighty race. Although the majority did not speak, they were incredibly talented in the art of fight. They relied upon strategy, training and survival tactics in order to survive among themselves. They were ruled under the strict hand of monarchy - who was simply referred to as the 'Lord' - who exiled those who tried to rebel against its way of ruling. The Lord often sent groups of regular Tfarc members to go out and explore the land, find unknown terrain or simply train upon their own.
Our story starts off with three normal Tfarcs on a mission to find and conquer land yet unclaimed by the Lord. These young, yet incredibly brave members were known as Heroni, Alebrine, and Arac. The three together were a strong force, with Heroni being the strategist and cunning woman, Alebrine was considered the more brutal and evil of the three, and Arac was the overall leader and commander. Sturdy swords and sleek bows in hands, they overcame any kind of threat; big, small, dominating. Nothing proved too much for them.
They walked along the lush green grass and were dead set on finding anything new. Anything that the Lord did not yet have under its control, whether it be land, a nearby opposition or even an entire new planet were reeled in to the Lord. In return for the findings, the Lord paid handsomely, depending on the rarity of said findings. A simple Tfarc could go out for about 5 minutes, come back and he'd have about ∂3,450,000 for an unclaimed bit of land. It wasn't long before Heroni pointed out a nearby structure that implied a possible race, and within a blink of the eye, they were sprinting towards what could get them the most biggest earning a Tfarc could possible recieve.
Upon arriving at the structure, they were ambushed by a group of people with blades forged from tough refined iron and leather scraps of armour. Alebrine went in for sheer massacre, killing off a good number. Arac backed him up by sniping anyone who looked to have valuable items on them. Meanwhile, Heroni devised a plan to sneak past the ongoing battle and enter the sculpture. However, her actions were cut short by a big, bulky guy who looked as if he was ready to turn someone inside out. Heroni thought fast and threw down a spherical device, which emitted jets of smoke and blinded her opponent, and quickly dashed around him, entering the structure at full haste ready to strike whoever was in there. However, she found it to be empty, except for an old, small cloaked elder. He sat at a table with a ball crafted from what looked like glass infused with the magical resource known as redstone, which was surrounded by bookshevles containing a series of purple, red and blue books.
"What brings thee to such a place as my dungeon?" he wheezed in a mysterious, yet slightly aggresive tone.
Heroni slung her sword back into it's sheath and knelt down to greet the elder, as tought by her mentor.
"I am Heroni, and I have come from a race far from here. We apologise for attacking your men"
The elder chuckled at Heroni's apology and said in a much softer tone than before
"No need to apologise. They were keeping me captive here in my dungeon anyways. I am an ancient being of mystery and magic, and I--"
He stopped abruptly at the sight of Alebrine and Arac. Most importantly Arac, who he looked at with pure amazement. He hurried off his pedastool and ran towards Arac. Arac was alarmed and looked as if he was ready to retaliate, but Heroni placed her hand over his chest to stop him. The elder brought Arac to his table, and stared into the ball. It was an awkward situation, and nobody said anything while the elder was concerning the ball. After a while, Arac coughed slightly as to get the elder's attention, and the elder repositioned himself.
"Arac, I have news for you. And I am afraid it is not of the good kind."
Arac was now paying attention and pointed a finger towards himself as to ask if it was really him
"Yes, you. I have forseen your future, and it is a very tragic one. Your leader, the 'Lord' as you refer to it, will grow tired and possible even scared of you Tfarcs. You are a very highly advanced and trained race, and are becoming a bit too much for the Lord to swallow. It plans to destroy every one of your race members through the extermination of your planet. While it may seem a little cliché, not one of you will survive."
Arac, Heroni and Alebrine gasped in shock and fear. Was the Lord really planning to commit unadolterated destruction of their race?
"That's absurd!" Heroni shouted out. "Sure the Lord is a bit strict, but it would never destroy our race. It's been so kind and willing to us! When does it plan to 'destroy' us?"
The elder sighed in a sympathetic way and said
"Yes, it does seem unlikely. However, it is what the Lord will inevitably decide upon itself. The genocide of your race will happen not too soon. I daresay from the readings of my mind that it shall happen after your mission is complete."
"Arac..."
Arac looked at Heroni. Both of them knew what they were concerned about. Their second baby Steve was only born just the day before yesterday, and now his life was to come to an early end.
"We're gonna go stop the Lord" Alebrine suddenly spoke up. Everyone looked round at him in shock; they completely forgot he was there.
"Even if we go, what good will it do, Alebrine?" Arac said in his rare, deep voice. "The Lord merely only has to point a finger at us and we're dead. Gone in a flash"
"You are concerned about your son, Arac?" the elder questionly interrupted
Arac looked back round at the elder. He nodded
"Let me see...ah yes. Your son, Steve will survive the destruction along with your daughter. They are sent off to another planet, somewhere in the galaxy. However, this foresight is quite subjective. It shall only be true if you get to them before the Lord does"
Heroni and Arac both immediately set back to their race's town, with Alebrine stumbling back after. They weren't going to let their children die this early, and they were going to make sure of that at any cost, even if they have to die to do so. Arac whipped out a grenade-shaped bottle and threw it on the ground. Within the slightest second, the three of them were going faster than anyone could possibly imagine. They soon made it back to their race establishment, only to find utter chaos. Buildings crumbled, fire dancing merrily almost everywhere, people laying dead, bloody and cold on the floor; some even crushed by falling debris. Heroni and Arac both set off for their home, while Alebrine willingly stayed behind to try and find any survivors.
It wasn't long before Arac and Heroni came back out, with their children in their arms. The planet had now started to erupt, with the Lord's evil laugh ringing in the background. The two children were securely placed in transportation slots, and were being prepared for transportation. Arac was plotting the co-ordinates for their destination, while Heroni was kneeling in front of them. She removed two diamonds from her pocket and gave one to Steve, and one to her daughter. The planet was literally shaking with extreme pressure and a high-pitched sound of gathering power was heard. Arac finished the final co-ordinate setting, and executed the launch. He looked from Heroni, to his children. He closed his tearful eyes and said
"Gambatte ne"
Their children disappeared in a light blue light, and the planet had took enough. With a final flash of light, the planet broke apart before concluding to one huge explosion.
*two days later*
Steve had arrived on the new planet, called Minecraftia. He started to wail and cry noisely, and bought the attention of a passing gentleman. This gentleman had a brown cloak with black trousers, and his nose was distinctively large. He took the baby in his arms, smiled, and took him to his house located in a small village.
What will become of Steve? What will he discover? And will he ever know about his old race, and be able to find any survivors? Next time, on Dragon Ball Z! in A Life of Steve!
In a time before those called 'players' came to being, there was an ancient civilisation that lived and breathed the air we do now. These were the Tfarcs, and they were a mighty race. Although the majority did not speak, they were incredibly talented in the art of fight. They relied upon strategy, training and survival tactics in order to survive among themselves. They were ruled under the strict hand of monarchy - who was simply referred to as the 'Lord' - who exiled those who tried to rebel against its way of ruling. The Lord often sent groups of regular Tfarc members to go out and explore the land, find unknown terrain or simply train upon their own.
Our story starts off with three normal Tfarcs on a mission to find and conquer land yet unclaimed by the Lord. These young, yet incredibly brave members were known as Heroni, Alebrine, and Arac. The three together were a strong force, with Heroni being the strategist and cunning woman, Alebrine was considered the more brutal and evil of the three, and Arac was the overall leader and commander. Sturdy swords and sleek bows in hands, they overcame any kind of threat; big, small, dominating. Nothing proved too much for them.
They walked along the lush green grass and were dead set on finding anything new. Anything that the Lord did not yet have under its control, whether it be land, a nearby opposition or even an entire new planet were reeled in to the Lord. In return for the findings, the Lord paid handsomely, depending on the rarity of said findings. A simple Tfarc could go out for about 5 minutes, come back and he'd have about ∂3,450,000 for an unclaimed bit of land. It wasn't long before Heroni pointed out a nearby structure that implied a possible race, and within a blink of the eye, they were sprinting towards what could get them the most biggest earning a Tfarc could possible recieve.
Upon arriving at the structure, they were ambushed by a group of people with blades forged from tough refined iron and leather scraps of armour. Alebrine went in for sheer massacre, killing off a good number. Arac backed him up by sniping anyone who looked to have valuable items on them. Meanwhile, Heroni devised a plan to sneak past the ongoing battle and enter the sculpture. However, her actions were cut short by a big, bulky guy who looked as if he was ready to turn someone inside out. Heroni thought fast and threw down a spherical device, which emitted jets of smoke and blinded her opponent, and quickly dashed around him, entering the structure at full haste ready to strike whoever was in there. However, she found it to be empty, except for an old, small cloaked elder. He sat at a table with a ball crafted from what looked like glass infused with the magical resource known as redstone, which was surrounded by bookshevles containing a series of purple, red and blue books.
"What brings thee to such a place as my dungeon?" he wheezed in a mysterious, yet slightly aggresive tone.
Heroni slung her sword back into it's sheath and knelt down to greet the elder, as tought by her mentor.
"I am Heroni, and I have come from a race far from here. We apologise for attacking your men"
The elder chuckled at Heroni's apology and said in a much softer tone than before
"No need to apologise. They were keeping me captive here in my dungeon anyways. I am an ancient being of mystery and magic, and I--"
He stopped abruptly at the sight of Alebrine and Arac. Most importantly Arac, who he looked at with pure amazement. He hurried off his pedastool and ran towards Arac. Arac was alarmed and looked as if he was ready to retaliate, but Heroni placed her hand over his chest to stop him. The elder brought Arac to his table, and stared into the ball. It was an awkward situation, and nobody said anything while the elder was concerning the ball. After a while, Arac coughed slightly as to get the elder's attention, and the elder repositioned himself.
"Arac, I have news for you. And I am afraid it is not of the good kind."
Arac was now paying attention and pointed a finger towards himself as to ask if it was really him
"Yes, you. I have forseen your future, and it is a very tragic one. Your leader, the 'Lord' as you refer to it, will grow tired and possible even scared of you Tfarcs. You are a very highly advanced and trained race, and are becoming a bit too much for the Lord to swallow. It plans to destroy every one of your race members through the extermination of your planet. While it may seem a little cliché, not one of you will survive."
Arac, Heroni and Alebrine gasped in shock and fear. Was the Lord really planning to commit unadolterated destruction of their race?
"That's absurd!" Heroni shouted out. "Sure the Lord is a bit strict, but it would never destroy our race. It's been so kind and willing to us! When does it plan to 'destroy' us?"
The elder sighed in a sympathetic way and said
"Yes, it does seem unlikely. However, it is what the Lord will inevitably decide upon itself. The genocide of your race will happen not too soon. I daresay from the readings of my mind that it shall happen after your mission is complete."
"Arac..."
Arac looked at Heroni. Both of them knew what they were concerned about. Their second baby Steve was only born just the day before yesterday, and now his life was to come to an early end.
"We're gonna go stop the Lord" Alebrine suddenly spoke up. Everyone looked round at him in shock; they completely forgot he was there.
"Even if we go, what good will it do, Alebrine?" Arac said in his rare, deep voice. "The Lord merely only has to point a finger at us and we're dead. Gone in a flash"
"You are concerned about your son, Arac?" the elder questionly interrupted
Arac looked back round at the elder. He nodded
"Let me see...ah yes. Your son, Steve will survive the destruction along with your daughter. They are sent off to another planet, somewhere in the galaxy. However, this foresight is quite subjective. It shall only be true if you get to them before the Lord does"
Heroni and Arac both immediately set back to their race's town, with Alebrine stumbling back after. They weren't going to let their children die this early, and they were going to make sure of that at any cost, even if they have to die to do so. Arac whipped out a grenade-shaped bottle and threw it on the ground. Within the slightest second, the three of them were going faster than anyone could possibly imagine. They soon made it back to their race establishment, only to find utter chaos. Buildings crumbled, fire dancing merrily almost everywhere, people laying dead, bloody and cold on the floor; some even crushed by falling debris. Heroni and Arac both set off for their home, while Alebrine willingly stayed behind to try and find any survivors.
It wasn't long before Arac and Heroni came back out, with their children in their arms. The planet had now started to erupt, with the Lord's evil laugh ringing in the background. The two children were securely placed in transportation slots, and were being prepared for transportation. Arac was plotting the co-ordinates for their destination, while Heroni was kneeling in front of them. She removed two diamonds from her pocket and gave one to Steve, and one to her daughter. The planet was literally shaking with extreme pressure and a high-pitched sound of gathering power was heard. Arac finished the final co-ordinate setting, and executed the launch. He looked from Heroni, to his children. He closed his tearful eyes and said
"Gambatte ne"
Their children disappeared in a light blue light, and the planet had took enough. With a final flash of light, the planet broke apart before concluding to one huge explosion.
*two days later*
Steve had arrived on the new planet, called Minecraftia. He started to wail and cry noisely, and bought the attention of a passing gentleman. This gentleman had a brown cloak with black trousers, and his nose was distinctively large. He took the baby in his arms, smiled, and took him to his house located in a small village.
What will become of Steve? What will he discover? And will he ever know about his old race, and be able to find any survivors? Next time, on Dragon Ball Z! in A Life of Steve!
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