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(name)'s Story. Chapter (#) : "Title of Chapter in Quotes"

 

 

 

Aai's Story. Chapter 1:"War and Peace"

It all began under a crabapple tree in the spring. Aai was reading a book that her mom had practically thrown at her. "Read it." she said. Aai was quiet, but she followed orders when it came to her mother. Riolu jumped on top of her head, her usual perch, and was looking at the words with her. They were both only 10 years old, but they looked like they lived together for a thousand years. The apple blossoms were falling slowly as they read the leather-covered book. It had no pictures, and was the most boring book ever written by man. At least that's what Aai and Riolu thought.

They both could hear the sound of a bike rolling up their gravel driveway, and soon Daryl and Kovu rolled into their garage. Daryl was 15 and had a handsome face with dark blue eyes. He was wearing his normal green and white t-shirt and blue jeans, and his blonde hair was tinted with red in the sun. Kovu's small white feathers individually flowed as he flew and landed on Daryl's shoulders, and his beak seemed to shine scarlet more than orange. Riolu made a break for it towards him, and even Aai got up to greet her brother, despite mother's orders.

Daryl expected them to come in. He gave Aai a quick hug, but it looked like something was wrong. Aai was starting to worry, because he checked things he never really looked at, like the tires on the car, or the hinges on the garage doors.

"Are you alright?" she finally asked when she couldn't hold the urge any longer. "Who? Me?" Daryl said sarcastically. "Oh yeah, I'm fine." But he was distracted by checking the screws on the door hinges.

"DARYL SPENCER YOUNG!" said their mom in a raspy voice. She had been in a terrible mood, and she sounded like she was ready to burst. Daryl immediately dropped everything and headed for the door to the house. Kovu still sat tight on his shoulder. Before he did, however, he turned to Aai with a kind look on his face. "I'm fine." Aai wouldn't believe it.

Everything soon went downhill from there. "AAI!" Daryl shouted, and she ran alongside Riolu to the top of their staircase, which led to their mother's bedroom. Aai was shocked to see what was in the room. A rager- like the ones she saw in the newspapers. It was a man, but with tattered clothing that was more holes than fabric. Where the eyes normally were instead were lifeless black holes. They were supposed to be contained far off in the city. "AAI!" Darly shouted, and Aai snapped back into reality. She called upon Riolu, and Riolu quickly used a shock of lightning to make the rager stumble and fall out the window. Then Aai saw the real problem. It was Mother. Her Spirit, Prissy, was sand. It was turned to sparkling sand. And their mother arose from her spot on the corner with lifeless holes as eyes.

Daryl grabbed Aai and practically carried her down the stairs with Riolu wrapped in her arms. Daryl kept running out the front door and into the yard. Ragers came from everywhere except the direction they were going. The last thing that Aai remembers from that horrific day is the cover of the book that she read. In gold, shiny text were the words "War and Peace."

(Just so it doesn't confuse anyone, i'm gonna put Gem's lines in ' ', to show it's talepathy)

 

Richard's Story. Chapter 1: "A Not So Relaxing Day"

 

It was a year ago when it all started. Richard was just enjoying his day until Rager's showed up and tried to kill him. If it wasn't for his spirit Gem, he wouldn't be here today. Recently, he's been taking this more seriously. Training day in, and day out, was coming naturally to him. He even forged his own armor to protect himself from Rage. "Hey Gem, do you ever hope that these Rager creeps will die out soon?" Richard asked his spirit. 'I hope so, i really don't like fighting, even if it is to survive' answered Gem through thought. Just as Richard had ended his daily training, a few Rager's showed up. "Ugh, can't you creeps give me a break for one day?" asked Richard. Richard put on his helmet and pulled out his weapons. He then ran at the Rager's and sweep kicked one to the ground. Richard used his weapons to whack a few in the head and gut, and used different forms of martial arts moves to deal with the rest. After delivering a few kicks to the chest and head of the final Rager, he put away his weapons and took of his helmet. "Let's get out of here Gem.....more will be on their way." said Richard as he walked off. 'I agree, i don't want to be around when those guys wake up.' thought Gem. "Yeah, they'd better be thankful i let them live this time.....this turned out to be a not so relaxing day after all." said Richard.

Lyn's Story. Chapter One: Tongue of Wind

 

Lyn had been very young when she had finally met her Spirit. It was the first thing she could remember, so that makes her memory going back to when she was three. She had often stayed away from the village, where everyone roamed around, happy, and had a Spirit. Oh yes, Lyn was very aware of her Spirit's presence, but her Spirit wouldn't speak to her. Lyn spent most of her days, playing by the river. Her mother had ttried to cheer her up by telling her that some Spirits were shy, and eventually interact. But Lyn had just gave a non-commental "Mm." and walked outside. A rustle in the cattails by the river made her snap her head up. Would her Spirit finally reveal itself? But instead, a zombie-like creature had sprang out, running to her house, in pursuit of her mothers Spirit. "Rager!" she screamed, but before the Rager could get to the door, and grayish figure had hurled itself into the Rager, diminishing it into nothing. Lyn carefully aproached her rescuer. It had spun around, flourishing its wings. "Hello, my name Aura. I'm you're Spirit."

 

 

After that, Lyn and Aure had been something more than sisters. Aura had told Lyn about how her wind magic worked, and about Spirits themselves. Everyday, after selling goods at the market, they went to the tree by the river practicing Aura's wind magic, and trying to learn other tongues that could be learned by humans and Spirits alike.

Michael's Story. Chapter 1: Another Day.

 

Even though Michael has left the military life years ago, he is still being controlled by them. The military group he was once with are assigned to "Rager Population Control", they were treated as mercenary soldiers by their uncaring actions and only caring about killing the Rager's. News traveled all around the country about these military controlled mercenaries and had upset Michael. That's when he decided to return to the military and act as a lone force to stop the Rager's, and care for the people being affected by the Rager's actions.

Months and months have passed since he had rejoined the military. He had been able to save countless lives as he traveled town to town, village to village, and defeated the Rager's and contained them. Along with his spirit Gaigan, they traveled together has metaphoric brothers and worked diligently to save people. Another day had passed as all the other ones. This time they arrived in an old town, full of broken down buildings and no population. This was a place where many Ragers would camp together as many people rarely passed by here. Michael then pulled out his pistols.

Undecided, he asked Gaigan "So, which type should i use this time, fire bullets or wind.?"

Gaigan responded quietly "Use fire, those best."

"You got it bud." Said Michael.

Michael reached into his coat pocket and pulled out two magazines with a small emblem that resembled fire, and loaded them into his pistols. He then got a sudden feeling that he wasn't alone, and his instincts never failed him. He suddenly turned around and saw a small house with Ragers coming out of it towards Michael. He counted at least fifteen to twenty of them, but these numbers were easy and Michael could take them out easily. He started shooting at the Ragers, each shot he took always hit an enemy, and when they got hit, bursts of fire erupted out of the spot they were hit at and flew back. By the time he was out of ammo, they were all unconscious, none of them dead. He holstered his weapons and pulled out his phone, he speed-dialed the number of the military team in charge of Rager lock-up.

"Hey, it's Michael, got some more for you, uploading coordinates now, I'm movin' on to the next town." he said to the person on the other side of the phone.

"Another day." both Michael and Gaigan said, as they began their travels to the next town.

Xandra's story

Chapter I... A moving fire

 

 

 

I was sitting by my window in my orphanage when Mrs. Marie walked in. "Dinner's on the table, and get away from that window its about to storm" she said. I obeyed and went down stairs. After eating I lit a fire in my room. By that time it was raining. I was reading about the ragers. My fire crackled, and I jumped. Then I saw it moving. "Lunesta?" I asked it. 'You bet!' Lunesta jumped out of the fire. She eater appears from me turning into her, or somewhere else. "What are you doing?" I asked. 'You know, spying on people.' "Funny you." I told her. 'I'll put the fire out!' She said jumping on the fire. "Thanks!" I said going into the bathroom to get dressed for bed. 'What ever is she up to?' Lunesta asked herself. After I came out I went to bed. I had my private little room all to myself. 'Goodnight!' Lunesta said jumping onto my bed and It only took her and instant for her to enter my soul again. The next morning was school. I walked In fearlessly. Then I went through today without failing on one math problem. It was the end of the day so I walked to the back of the school and transformed into my Lunesta. 'When will the time come for me to fight Ragers?' I asked.

Aai's Story: Chapter 2: "The City"

As the winds and the seasons changed, so did Aai and Daryl. Aai was 13 now, and Daryl was 18. They looked like specks of dust in the wind as they drifted from town to town, looking for food or shelter for each night. The population of their world was crumbling. Neither of them knew what was going on outside of their area. There were no satellites that worked anymore because people abandoned the stations to avoid the Ragers. The wind blew softly all of the time, blowing sand across the land. Aai had gotten used to the fact that the sand wasn't eroded rock.

They had been staying within the city for a while now. 3 years ago, you would call this mighty city Bellissima Città, which means beautiful city. The skyscrapers that poked the skyline were now nothing but a memory and a pile of concrete. Now the few people that live there now call it "Rage City." This was where it all began. But why would there be barely any Ragers in the place they had originated? Of course, the residents think that the Ragers are hiding underground, for people can hear banging underneath their feet every so often.

Daryl and Aai were busy collecting wood for a fire that would burn in the center of main street. People would climb from the rubble and dust every evening to share food with the others. As long as one contributed to helping make the fire, they could share the food. Aai asked why they burned a fire every night.

"We burn it," Daryl said, "just in case someone who flies overhead will see us, and take us to safety."

Aai and Riolu gave eachother nervous looks.

"Daryl, we haven't seen any planes since-" But she stopped herself. Since Mom died, she almost said, but she held her breath.

They had come back to main street for they had enough wood from the cracked buildings to put on the fire. When they put the boards on, the people began to come from nowhere, and the strange ritual had begun.

Aai wasn't full from the rations she recieved. She rarely was full at all. Aai couldn't complain, however, because there were many that died of starvation. Riolu was upset when she wasn't full, so Aai always gave a little but of her food to keep her at ease.

A man suddenly yelled from behind them, and there was a Rager. Just one. This one was a woman, and she looked sad. Everyone kept their distance as the Rager walked into the fire and burned itself to death. Aai acually felt a little sympathy for it. Daryl glanced and saw a tear roll down Aai's cheek. What would life be without a Spirit?

Lyn's Story. Chapter 2: Water Fingers

 

Lyn was resting by the river's bank, listening to the sound of the water hitting pebble. It was evening. Soon I will be forced to fight Ragers. She thought. "Come on, Lyn. Try one more time, please?" Aura urged, her eyes wide with pleading. Lyn sighed. "Alright." All week, they had been stuck on the idea that Lyn was born with the ablility to use water magic, and been trying to learn something called 'Water Fingers'. Lyn felt the moisture lingering in the air, pressing in all around her. Slowly, a small dewdrop appeared on her hand, and as if she were picking them out of the air, more drops appeared. Aura rejoyced. "Finally!" Lyn smiled, and picked up her bag. "Come on, Mom says we have to go with the others and start traveling. Its not safe here." Aura pouted. "What about the river?" Lyn smiled devilishly. "Who said we were going with them?" Lyn concentrated harder than she had ever before, picturing the water parting for them to walk on. The water obeyed, making a path for the two. "Any Ragers?" Lyn asked. Aura cocked her head, listening. "No, it should be clear for a while. You know, most humans who learn a Tongue, it usually bothers them greatly. Like for example, the wind is always whistling in people ears. But not us Spirits." she chirped. "Yes, I've only heard you say it a thousand times." Aura hid her face in her wings. "Well now you know the Tongue of Water, but we might need to find out how to learn fire to balance it out." Lyn sighed, and looked at what appeared to be a city on the horizon.