Excerpt From Universes - Evil Is Revealed.

Oh hai.

This is 'the middle scene'. It occurs between Coltrane's Final Task and Prison Brings Us Together.

It's one of the major events in the story. The shadows' plans are revealed and Coltrane is betrayed by those he was betraying his people for. It sets up Coltrane and Klax's relationship, and later, a new drive for Col with the chance for redemption. It also adds a new layer to the story, with the addition of the Spirits. Indestructible, immortal, and holding immense power.

I'll just go over the 'Orbs' a bit so this makes more sense. Each race (like Heatian) has an Orb (Heat Orb) in their world (obviously the Heat World). Each Orb, when in its rightful world, grants its race their powers. Simply, if the Heat Orb were to be removed from the Heat World, Heatians would be powerless.

What people don't know, is that inside the Orbs, are the Spirits; creators of the universes, and the strongest beings in existence. And the Orbs are their cages. Their history is now only the stuff of stories and legends.



Something you should know:
The Shadow King is the king of the shadows, and Vicious is the king's key general. The King was the one giving orders to Coltrane, and sometimes Coltrane would have to work with Vicious, so the three know each other pretty well.

The throne room is where the Shadow King is. The Orbs that the shadows have captured are also there.

Btw, Shadows are actually Deathians but that's a long story. :P



After Coltrane finished his final task, he confessed everything he had done to Marc, his captain, his step-brother, his best friend, and the boy he loved, in the hope of forgiveness. What he got was a punch in the face.

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Coltrane came out of the warp point outside the doors to the throne room. He was still tearful, and the fact that Marc didn’t even believe him made everything so much worse to deal with. He would now forever be seen through Marc’s eyes as a traitor, and not as a person who had simply made a wrong decision.

He dried his eyes, tried his best to compose himself and took a deep breath, and then he passed two guards and went through the doors to the throne room.

The Shadow King and Vicious were waiting for him at the throne.

“Coltrane. You’re finally here. We’ve been waiting," Vicious said, as he stood up and walked in Coltrane's direction. “Now that you’re here, the fun can begin.”

Vicious walked all the way back to the doors. He knocked twice, and there was a loud clank of metal outside against the door.

“Good. Everything is ready, my King.”

Coltrane spun around, and said, “What are you doing?"

From behind him, the King spoke, “Coltrane. Thank you so much for all your help in these past few years. Without you it would have been so much harder, but you really are quite stupid.”

Coltrane turned to face the King, but again from behind, Vicious added, “Did you really think we would want a lone Powerian living amongst us once we create our utopia?”

“But... What are you saying?”

“Powerians are weak," the king responded.

From behind, Coltrane felt Vicious’ firm hands on his shoulders. “We need to purge your kind from the universe.” He heard. Then Vicious whispered into his ear, “Every… single… one.”

Coltrane gasped and pushed Vicious away, and both the general and the King laughed.

“You were but a pawn all along Coltrane. And you believed all our lies," the King shouted.

“You’re going to the cells, Coltrane. You’ll rot with the rest of the pathetic weaklings," Vicious said.

Coltrane felt the grip of hyperventilation. He started shaking. He had tried to avoid death so long. Now it was upon him.

“Aah!”

He pulled out his sword and went to run at the King, but Vicious grabbed and restrained him and held a knife to his throat.

“A fighter to the end. Ha!" Vicous said.

“But you do receive one honour though," the King said. "You will be one of only three to see me gain the powers of the Death Spirit.”

“What? That’s just a legend.”

“Ha. Yes. So you would believe.”

Turning his head to the Death Orb, sitting on its pedestal, Coltrane could only manage a “No.”

“There are three people in existence who will ever know how to awaken the Spirits. Me, loyal Vicious, and you. And I don’t think you’ll be spreading the word…”

Stepping off his throne, and kneeling before it, the King reached his hand in, and pulled out a silver knife. Then he got up, and slowly walked over to the Death Orb.

“The Death Spirit, my master, will grant me his strength. I will be... immortal.”

The King stood next to the Orb, and raised his hands above it, while Coltrane struggled and Vicious pressed the knife harder against his neck.

“This is it, dear Vicious. Witness the rise of a power unseen for aeons, since the Spirits created existence itself.”

The King pressed the silver blade against his palm, and pulled it down. Blood gushed in his hand and he pressed it down onto the Orb, and closed his eyes.

The Orb started to pulse and shake, and the mists inside started to swirl.

“Master. We are ready… It is ready… I, your humble servant, am ready… Please, bestow me with your eternal strength and might. I will carry out your plans in your name, and the Deathian race will conquer all… We will kill all before us under your force… We will rule eternally over all worlds… all universes… I offer you my pure and untainted blood, and ask for what we need in return.”

The Orb started to shake more violently. The King’s hand was joined tightly, and his body started to shake with every motion of the Orb.

The whole room started to quake. Then the fortress shook. The windows imploded, objects dropped from the walls and crashed to the floor, and the pedestal on which the Orb was placed, shattered.

The tremors increased, until it felt like the very world itself was being rocked to its core.

But the King did not budge, with the Orb still firmly in his hand.

Vicious released Coltrane, and they both fell to the floor. Coltrane took cover against the wall as things were thrown around the room by magical force.

Suddenly there was an explosion in the middle of the area. The King was blasted across the room and he slammed against the wall, before dropping to the ground. The Orb was still in his hand. Everything fell silent and stopped shaking.

The dust settled, and revealed the King’s limp body. Slowly, the Orb slipped from his fingers and rolled across the floor. It came to rest against a chunk of its pedestal, though the Orb did not look the same as before, when it was full of a purple mist. Now, it looked like an empty globe of glass.

Vicious scrambled up and ran over to assist the King.

“My Lord! What went wrong?”

He placed a hand on the King’s shoulder, but suddenly gasped as a strong hand jolted up and choked him around the neck.

The King rolled over and rose to his feet, lifting a struggling Vicious into the air above his head. The King's eyes were completely black.

“My… my Lord! Ungh. What…”

Then the King opened his mouth and spoke, but not with the same voice as before. now it was layered with multi-tones and it resonated around the room.

“I am not your Lord. Your Lord is no more. His soul was destroyed as I claimed his body as my vessel. You do as I say now. Understood, servant?”

“Y-y-yes… Lord.”

“You refer to me as... Death, now.”

Vicious was released, and he fell to the ground and grasped his throat, coughing.

The powerful being walked to the middle of the room, surveying its new body as it did. It stretched out its hands and arms. Then it stopped at the Orb, and bent to pick it up. It walked over to the Throne, and placed the Orb on the seat.

“After aeons I am free of my cage. Now, it is time to seek my revenge on the one who encased me in there.”

It turned around, and glanced at the other Orbs, still resting on or near their own pedestals. Then its eyes seemed to drift off as it thought, and spoke, “You should get ready, as should your people. Death walks the physical realm again, and I am coming for you.”

Death’s attention was suddenly drawn to Coltrane, who was whimpering and scratching against the door in a futile attempt to escape. As Death walked shockingly swiftly towards him, Coltrane could do nothing else but hold his hands up above his head and cower in fear.

The Spirit lifted him up with its hand and threw Coltrane across the room. He landed amongst the rubble and slid across the floor. He groaned and grabbed at his side. He fumbled around for his sword, until his shaky hands pulled it from its sheath.

Death smirked and seemed to find it amusing as Coltrane pulled himself up to his feet.

“I am impressed by your courage, to stand alone against a Spirit… but courage saves no one.”

Coltrane took a swing at the Spirit, but his blade landed dully against its flesh and didn’t leave a mark.

“It is no match for pure strength.”

Death snatched the sword from his hands, snapped it in two, and threw it to the ground.

“Servant!”

“Y-yes Lo-... I mean, Death.”

“Deal with him please. I have more important matters to tend to.”

“As you wish.”

Vicious walked over to Coltrane, and firmly grabbed him by the shoulders. Vicious was doing his job but Coltrane could sense the fear through his quivering arms.

Vicious pushed him over to the doors and unlocked them, then shoved him along over to the warp point outside the doors, and inside.

They arrived outside the gates to the prison, and Vicious led him inside and down the cold hall, all the while, Coltrane struggled.

“I have it on good authority that you spent a fair amount of time here. Well, now you can have as much time as you want,” snarled the general.

Coltrane was taken to Klax’s cell. His old teammate was sleeping on Coltrane’s dirty cloak.

“He’s the one, isn’t he? The one you visited? I wouldn’t dare put you in a cell with the other prisoners. They would kill you too soon for putting them in here, and we don’t want you to die… yet. Guard, open the door.”

The barred door clanked and screeched open. Klax woke up as Coltrane was hurled inside.

“Coltrane? Is that you? Did you come to visit me again?”

“Ha! Visit?" Vicious laughed. "No, he’s no visitor. He’s your new roommate!”

Coltrane ran up and over to the closed door. “I’ll kill you Vicious! I'll kill all of you!" He started shaking and tugging on it violently.

“Hahaha! Bad Coltrane. You’ll soon learn that threatening your masters won’t get you far in a place like this.”

“You have my word! I’ll see to it that you die!”

“Goodnight Coltrane.”

“Aaaaaaahhrr!”

Vicious disappeared down the end of the hall, and Coltrane fell back and collapsed, panting.

“Coltrane… what happened? Why are you in prison?” Klax asked gently.

“They used me Klax! They were never going to let me live. They just used me to get what they wanted, and now they’ve cast me aside.”

“Oh Col.”

“It was all for nothing! Everyone I killed and everything I suffered. It means nothing. My life has fallen apart. I’m in prison. Marc hates me. Everyone will know I’m the traitor and hate me as well. My friends are going to die, and think I’m responsible.”

“Well, you never know… The good guys might actually win in the end.”

Coltrane gave Klax a blank look from the floor. Then he sat up suddenly and asked, “Did you ever read the tales about the Spirits?”

“Spirits? Uhh yeah… Every kid heard about them. They’re cool stories. I know everything there is to know about them," Klax smiled.

“Well, they’re not just stories, it seems… They’re history.”

“What? Don't be silly."

“I saw it with my own two eyes, Klax. An otherworldly presence is walking this dimension as we speak. It's unkillable… It's the Death Spirit.”

“But… how can that be?”

“It was inside the Orb. The King woke it, and now the Spirit has taken over his body.”

“But why? What does it wanna do?”

“It said it wanted revenge on who put ‘it’ in there… but who knows what that means.”

“Well umm. Perhaps it was referring to the final tale?”

“The final tale?”

“The last story of the legends, where the leader, the Power Spirit, sensed greed and envy amongst the other Spirits, and decided to encase each Spirit within a prison, and send them to separate worlds, never to walk the lands again.”

“The Orbs…”

“If this is true... Ugh. I can’t believe it. Our people don’t stand a chance against the Death Spirit. It can't be harmed by human strength! It could kill everyone in the universes single-handedly.”

“What was it you said about the good guys winning?”

“Scratch that. They’re all as good as dead.”

...

Sorry if there are mistakes with capital letters. I'm not really sure what to do when referring to worlds and kings and orbs and races and 'its'. :/

Excerpt From Universes - Prison Brings Us Together.

Oh hai. *takes 1 aspirin*

This occurs shortly after Coltrane's Final Task. Obviously quite a major event happened between that scene and this one. Coltrane planned on leaving his home world and living with the shadows... but instead ended up in their prison.

If anyone wants, i could post the middle scene too. It is quite good. lol



I really suck at subtlety. Here are 2 attempts at slowly moving a relationship forward.

Stonian (power - telekinesis) Klax was captured quite some time ago by the shadows during the assault on the Thoughts World. He was one of our traitor Coltrane's teammates. Coltrane felt responsible and because he was working with the shadows, got access to the prison and came to visit Klax.

Over time, Coltrane told Klax everything, about how he was working for the shadows, and he really didn't feel like he could stop. He didn't like doing what he did, but he didn't have a choice anymore.

And Klax was the first person to believe him.

Through events transpiring between this event and the post mentioned above, Coltrane became a prisoner of the shadows and has been thrown into the same cell as his old teammate. If he were in any other cell, surely the other captives would kill him.

Coltrane is quite unaware that Klax loves him...

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It wasn’t long before Klax’s hands started twitching and fumbling around on the cold, stone floor next to him. As his eyes started to open, he rolled onto his back, and saw Coltrane sitting next to him cross-legged. Through the tiny window in the thick wall behind him he saw the pale purple of a Death World dawn.

“You’re awake early again?" Klax mumbled. "Jeez, you should wake me up."

“You look so peaceful when you’re asleep. And you told me that sleep is an escape from this… hell.”

“Sometimes. Still, I want to keep you company.”

“I’m fine Klax.”

“Yeah yeah… sure you are.”

Klax sat up and rested against the wall.

“So, what are we going to do today?” Klax asked, trying to seem upbeat.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, we could have another breath-holding contest, or a staring one… I bet I’ll beat you at the staring one this time! Last time I had this eyelash in my eye and-”

“How can you be so joyful?”

“I just am, Coltrane, because you’re here. And having someone here with me, just to keep me company, is a much better change than the other days i've spent in here.”

“I don't know how i'd make it in here without you," Coltrane said.

“Yeah i'm awesome,” Klax said, jumping up and walking over the to cell door. “So whatcha thinking about?” he asked, turning his head over his shoulder slightly.

“Do you really want to know?”

“It’s why I asked.”

“Well, I can’t stop thinking about our friends… They'd all know. They'd all hate me. I just wish I could have made them understand.”

“Like I do.”

“Yeah, but they never will. That’s what upsets me the most about all of this. It’s that I’ll always be seen as a hateful traitor to my people, and I’m not.”

“Well, none of that will matter when we’re dead, will it?”

“Is that supposed to cheer me up?”

“Of course it is… I can’t wait to die.”

When Klax turned Coltrane was looking back at him with a tilted head and a raised eyebrow.

“You're so weird, and you speak so bluntly.”

“It’s just the way I am.” Klax smiled at him, and turned around again.

“It’s… nice.”

“Hey, you know what the best thing is?”

“What?”

“It’s that we get to die together.”

...

That was supposed to be both creepy and kinda sweet.

A second excerpt soon after.

Just a quick note:
Cartur is another prisoner/character i introduced, and he's in the cell next to C and K.

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That night, although Cartur fell asleep early, Coltrane and Klax could not, and they sat against the door to their cell and looked out their small window at the dark, misty night sky outside…

For a long time they sat there in silence, occasionally rearranging the old cloak they were sitting on, or moving around to sit in a different position.

Then Klax quietly broke the silence.

“I never really appreciated everything that I had outside of this place before I was captured…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… I miss my bed. I miss warm food and clean water. Hell, i miss things like fresh air and sunlight. I miss our friends too, mostly Xeros.”

“I do too.”

“You must miss Marc, huh?”

“Yeah… It’s hard without him. He was the one person who understood me,” Coltrane said.

“Well, you’ve got me now… so don’t feel too bad.”

“That’s true, but nobody could ever replace him. He was my best friend, my leader, my carer and my brother all rolled into one.”

“Well I’m still gonna do my best. Then hopefully you can feel the same way about me one day," Klax said. He meant that more than he wanted to let on.

“Thanks Klax… You really are a good friend. You’re the only one who’s stuck with me through all of this.”

"Well i am in prison. It's not like i could go anywhere, heh."

They both sat there for a while, listening to the breeze outside. For once, there seemed to be no commotion elsewhere within the prison. It was a quiet night.

Klax started again, “You know that thing that you said before, about fate hurrying up so you could get your opportunity?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah."

“Do you really believe in that? Fate, I mean?”

“I don’t know… I guess I never really thought about it.”

“Well I do. I believe that everything happens for a reason, and everything always ends up the way it’s supposed to, eventually.”

“Fate must hate us then.”

“Not necessarily... It brought us together didn't it? It made us friends.”

“I don’t thank fate for that.”

“I do. In fact, Coltrane, I always wanted to be closer to you before this, but you intimidated me so much. You just had this... scary aura about you. I couldn’t do it. but I hoped that one day we would be closer and look what happened. We ended up as best friends.”

“That’s not fate, it’s just chance or something.”

“Well, you believe what you want to believe – I think we were meant to be here together… I think this was all meant to happen. So it will all work out in the end.”

“How could things work out when they’re already this bad?”

“I’m not sure. I just know that they will.”

...

Other stuff happens in the prison obviously. These two posts were just focusing on Klax and Coltrane though.

Excerpt from Universes - Things Get Serious.

Oh hai. *considers hugging*

Warning: this post is not great. lol

I had to do a bit of editing for this part, because this excerpt was taken from quite early in my story when i obviously wasn't as skilled as i am now. I realised i was using the word 'swung' sometimes 3 times in a paragraph, so this needed a bit of work.

Most of it is straight from the story though.

KK...

As i've mentioned before, Coltrane is the hidden traitor of the story, but also kinda my main character. He's working for the shadows, but at this point the reader is still unaware of his motivations.

The purpose of this piece is to show the reader exactly the sorts of things that Coltrane has to do, with a little shock value. It also gives Coltrane something to stew over in his mind later on and battle his own thoughts regarding what is right and what is wrong. Oh, and of course, to progress the shadows' plans as well.

Here, Coltrane was given a task by the Shadow King. He had to warp into the tower of the under-attack-by-shadows Thoughts World, slay the guards inside, steal the Thoughts Orb they were guarding and bring it back to the Shadow King. The Thoughts Orb is the source of power for the Thoughtians, as long as it is still in the Thoughts World... lol. Anyways, without their Orb, the Thoughtians will be weak and useless, and the shadows will have the Thoughts Power, which is the power of persuasion.

eg. "stab yourself" says Thoughtian.

*stabs self*

:)



Something you should know:
- Coltrane was given a golden capsule-like object by the king that can cut off a warp point's power temporarily.

I'm aware this isn't great and needs a lot of work. It does kinda get into a mess as it progresses, but that's why i'm posting it up here. :P

And don't forget this is from early on in my story and not a complete rewrite. :P

I might rewrite it if i get some good feedback. :)

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Coltrane appeared from the warping point at the top of the tower. It was the tallest tower in the whole Thoughts World and housed the Orb in the very top. The Orb sat on a soft red cushion on a gold pedestal and had an aura of incredible power. There was a mist inside it that floated around randomly.

There were a dozen guards with long spears and swords and shiny armour and helmets. They stood on their designated spots, with blank faces. They all looked sad, like they knew that one day soon their jobs would be obsolete.

Coltrane was here. That day was today.

The orb room of the tower was round. There was a balcony overlooking the bland sky and poisoned ground of the once great world. There was one small room behind a door where the guards ate and slept in their shifts. There was an indent in the wall where the warp point was and there was a big steel door nearby that led to the steps of the tower. It could be locked from the inside with a steel bar…

Coltrane walked out of the warp point. The guards didn’t move, but he knew their eyes were on him.

People came up to the orb room many times a day, so for all the guards knew, Coltrane was just here to check out the situation.

He knew he would have to be quick.

He dropped his gold capsule next to the door and innocently flicked a switch on it with his foot. He could feel the air in the room thickening while the guards watched him. He wondered if one would jump on him with a sword just for doing that…

As he eyed one of the guards, he saw a pair of squinting eyes. He could tell they were suspicious but confused.

Sprinting to the door, Coltrane grabbed the steel bar beside it and slammed it down to jam the doors so that it couldn’t be pulled back out without a lot of force.

That was it. The guards raised their spears and unsheathed their swords.

Coltrane yanked out his own sword and jumped around to face the first guard upon him. Two swords clashed but a quick punch from Coltrane disarmed the guard and gave Coltrane the opportunity to whip his sword around and slice the neck of his foe. There was now a spray of silver blood on the wall, and Coltrane could see the horror that this caused in the rest of them and felt sickeningly pleased.

One of the guards grabbed the Orb and ran for the warp point, but it wouldn’t activate.

Side by side, two guards came at Coltrane, with their swords at the ready. The first guard's attack was easy to dodge, and then Coltrane stabbed at the leg of his attacker, jumped up and finished him with a slice to the gut. The other guard went for Coltrane’s torso and Coltrane slid to the side, but he got a big cut along his shoulder and had his first taste of pain. A swift round swipe of Coltrane's sword left another enemy on the floor.

A tough battle ensued with other guards and Coltrane received various wounds.

Coltrane dispatched another three foes but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg.

A guard with a spear had stabbed him, and at the same time another Thoughtian met Coltrane’s sword with his own blade. Coltrane tried to fend him off but suffered a deep gash along his right arm. Coltrane’s sword fell to the ground, but he wasn’t going to let this stop him.

He put both his hands on the spear and wrenched it from the guard with all his energy. He bashed the other guard over the head with the blunt end. He then spun around and thrust it at the spear guard’s chest.

With his spear spinning, he jumped around once again and finished off the other guard with a blow to his waist.Stooping to pick up his sword in his left hand, Coltrane set upon the other four guards. One of them had a golden helmet, and Coltrane figured he was the captain. He decided to save him for last.

A quick thrust of the spear killed one and Coltrane let the guard fall with the spear still lodged in his gut.

One of the other two came for him with his sword raised. Coltrane ducked the guard's lunge and cut him off at the legs.

The other guard had a spear, which he thrust at Coltrane. Coltrane jumped to the side and brought his sword down on the head of the spear, which snapped off. He then finished the guard off with a blow to the neck and kicked him out of the way.

Coltrane looked at the captain. From the corner he could hear the whimpers of the guard with the orb, as he desperately tried to make the warp point work.

He eyed the captain, and the captain glared back with sullen eyes.

He could see the anger in the captain’s eyes, as well as the growing fear.

He could feel his blood trickling down his arm. And he felt the pain in his leg. The adrenaline was wearing off, and he was starting to realise what he had just done.

He felt sick.

The captain spoke, “What foulness is this, that a Powerian would slay his own allies?”

“Your kind are not my allies.”

“Dare I ask who is?”

“The shadows are my allies.”

“You traitor…”

“I do what I have to do to survive.”

“You pathetic excuse for a soldier! I hope your soul spends an eternity inside one of those shadows!”

The captain jumped forward and whipped his sword towards Coltrane’s stomach, but Coltrane dodged to the side. The captain swung again hastily, this time nicking Coltrane on the hip. The next time the captain came at him, Coltrane blocked with his sword, and their blades slid down until they met at the hilt. The captain pushed forward and shoved Coltrane backwards and he stumbled, before falling backwards over a body.

The captain dashed forward, wasting no time. He stood over Coltrane, but Coltrane still had his sword, which he stabbed into the captain's leg. The captain shouted in pain, and Coltrane rolled away and got back to his feet.

"Even if you kill me," Coltrane panted, "your people will not survive the onslaught of the shadows. Yes, it’s coming. It could be any day now, and all the worlds will fall. You will lose, even if you kill me today.”

Coltrane went forward again with his sword held firmly in his hand. He went for the captain’s face but missed. Coltrane then blocked another swing from his enemy.

He whipped his sword forward again, this time catching the guard on his left wrist, but the captain swung his own sword around and brought it fiercely down on Coltrane’s, which flew from his hand across the room, clanking against the hard walls. The captain butted his helmet against Coltrane and forced him to the floor.

Coltrane kicked the captain hard in his shin. The Thoughtian's feet were shod in plate boots and they slid backwards and he fell forward.

Coltrane swiftly grabbed the sword of one of his fallen enemies and jumped to the side of the captain, who was struggling to get back to his feet. The captain held his sword up to block the expected attack from Coltrane.

Coltrane whipped his sword around and bashed the sword from the captains weakened hand.

He lifted his sword again and brought it down with all his energy, piercing the captain’s chest armour.

The body jerked forward, then came to a rest with the sword still jammed.

Finally, Coltrane picked his own sword back up, and went over to the guard who had taken the Orb.

The guard cowered in fear.

Coltrane stabbed him through the chest, and watched the Orb roll from his quivering hands down into a silver pool of blood.

It was finished.
Coltrane knelt down, exhausted and drained. He was terrified that he would die and his people would find out what he had done. But everybody in the room was dead. He was safe.

He looked around at the slaughter in the room. The walls were sprayed with silvery blood and the bodies lay silent and still.

Coltrane himself was drenched in blood - his enemies' and his own. He had deep wounds on his leg, shoulder and wrist, and they were starting to affect him now.

His pulse was pounding through his head. His whole body shook with every heartbeat.

He didn’t want to have to do this.

He stood back up, and went over to pick up the orb. It was silvery like the Thoughtians’ blood, and the movement of the shiny mist floating through it seemed to have sped up.

Once he was back at the Death World, he could place the Orb next to the Death Orb, Sound Orb, Beasts Orb and Shadow Orb.

The Shadows would be even stronger.

Excerpt from Universes - Coltrane's Final Task.

Oh hai.

First of all, thanks so much for the awesome response i got for my last post. I'm putting this stuff up to get feedback, so it was great to get so much. Thanks a lot. It really does mean a lot to me. :)

I will respond to all the helpful/supportive comments on this blog. Leave me something and i'll respond. :)

KK today's post...

Coltrane is a Powerian soldier and on the good guys' side. Due to some past events however, he decided to secretly work for the enemy (the shadows) in exchange for his survival if they take over.

This excerpt is of the final and surprisingly simple task the Shadow King has given to him. He must convert one of the entry (warp) points in his home world for the shadows to use, and gain access to his home world.

He leaves the huge lone tower where everyone in the Power World resides, and heads out along the cloudy land under the eternal night sky.

The excerpt itself is nothing special - no action or dialogue. This is just something different i thought i would show. It's also rather boring. lol



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Coltrane fetched a grey coat, hoping that it would help him blend in with the cloudy land if anyone looked out while he was still close by. Although, the permanent night sky would give him a good cover once he had travelled a fair distance…

First, he had to get outside… The only door was at the base of the Tower. He stepped into a warp point out on the main hall, and warped down to the ground floor.

There was a massive hall, divided by a series of different levels and staircases. It was poorly lit and cold and gloomy. And it was also completely silent…

Coltrane looked around and could see no one. He pulled his hood over his head and started walking until he found the two large entry doors made of iron and wood. There were two thick levers on either side that would open and close their respective doors with enough strength.

He headed over to the left lever, wrapped his hands around it and pushed down… but the door wouldn’t budge.

He got underneath and tried to pull down, but all that did was lift his body up… so he pressed himself against the wall and lifted his foot up onto it. Then he stamped down as hard as he could again and again…

The lever budged a little, but it immediately fell back into place…

He lifted up his other foot, and reaching up to hold onto an iron bar, he pulled himself up so he was standing on it…

Then he jumped up and slammed his feet back down onto the lever. It clanked down and he slipped off onto the floor. Turning around, he could see the door was open enough for him to just squeeze through…

* * *

There was a cold breeze outside, and he wrapped his coat around tighter. Then, crossing his arms and bracing for the cold, he headed out onto the vast cloudy land before him…

He had never been outside of the Tower before… not in his entire life. But now he was. He was walking alone, underneath the epic night sky, and, save from the low swoosh of the wind, there was utter silence…

Then he turned around and looked up… and he was speechless…

He saw the Tower… Most people of his generation had only seen pictures and paintings… but nothing could have prepared him for this. He fell to his knees and his mouth dropped open.

It was colossal in size. It seemed to have a black, shiny appearance, but he couldn’t tell whether that was from the actual material or just a reflection of the world around them…

And the peak was so high up it hurt his neck to see it…

He could see dull lights through windows, and imagined what was going on inside them… Because he only knew what existed on the floors below the sixth, as well as a few above… but there were many more floors than he could ever have conceived…

After a silent moment of contemplation, he got up and turned around, then headed on along his journey…

* * *

When he got to the horizon line from the Tower, Coltrane came across a dull warp point amongst the mist.

It was a good position – not too close and not too far from the Tower.

He bent down, did his thing, and the warp point started to glow purple…

Then Coltrane, knowing that that was his final task, sat down and sighed…

“It’s done…”

That was finally his last task… He didn’t have to do any more for the shadows… Now, everything he had worked for was within his reach…

He lied down on his back and put his hands under his head, and looked up at the night sky dotted with twinkling stars…

Of course, he still felt terrible for all the things he had done… Yes, they would stay with him for the rest of his life, but they had to be done, and it was too late to turn back now…

He felt glad that it was over… but sad at the same time. Because now they would all die…

He hoped that Marc would decide to join him, but he wasn’t kidding himself. Marc was a soldier, loyal to his people, and Coltrane was prepared for whatever answer he would receive.



Rather than use the warp point to warp back, Coltrane decided to take the melancholy walk instead. It would, after all, be the last time he would see his home world...