So, yeah, I'm kind of a critical person, so I abandoned the Daemon Hunter; Instead, I came up with this: An Armageddon scenario with nature turning against the human race. Enjoy.
Guardians Of The Earth
-Chapter 1-
It had gone wrong. Really, really wrong,
Forests cut down, oceans polluted and whole ecosystems brought down. Thousands of species, flora and fauna, extinct.
All by a single, weak-minded species.
The human race.
Worthless as animals, without claws, fur, or any special ability, their bodies had adapted to their consciousness, as if it was all they needed. At least their ancestors had tails and hands and feet that gave them an advantage in trees.
In need for resources, they had dug mines in the Earth, burned forests down and enslaved animals for meat and dairy.
But this was about to change drastically.
He had been thinking it over and over, considering every idea and weighing it against other ideas. But human civilization was way off course. So there was only one option left.
Destroy the entire human race.
Huddled together on a mossy branch, several vines wrapped around it, Storm mulled over his thoughts. He was sitting completely still, like a statue in the midst of the rainforest. Water covered the leaves and vines around, like dew.
His gray eyes flashed from one corner of his eye to another, scanning his surroundings. He stood up, his feet standing firmly on the slippery branch. He looked around one more time, smelling the soot in the air, before shooting of into the sky.
Flying trough the clouds at a speed much higher then sound, vapor streaming accros his face, he became thousands of kilometers closer to his goal every hour. He had no idea where his ‘friends' were, but generally speaking, it was a good idea to be as high as possible when trying to contact them. But it didn't work while flying, so Mt. Everest was the best choice.
He landed softly in the snow, atop of the highest place on the planet. He took a deep breath of cold, thin mountain air and focused his aura, sending out a telepathic message around the world. Strong presences of intense power flared up around him, connecting their minds with his. Fyria, the Spirit of Fire, Terron, the Spirit of Earth, Infrar and Ultrav, the Twin Spirits of Light, Aera, the Spirit of Air. They were all there. Come, my friends. There is something important to discuss.
-Two weeks later; The Netherlands-
‘The normal life in Haiti is slowly coming to a start. Most of the streets are cleared from the piles of rubble, but food and water are still a problem. A lot of emergency hospitals have been set up and most wounded people are treated, but it will take a long time before the population can start rebuilding their homes again.'
Emma sighed and turned off the TV. She still had to finish her homework; they had a history test tomorrow.
She still didn't speak much Dutch, but she was in a bilingual class, so most of the work was English anyway.
She still missed her friends in Florida very much, be she had been able to make some here, too. She didn't really like this country. The weather was cold, wet and miserable. But his father needed to move here for his work.
Somewhere in the distance, she heard a odd, cracking sound. She didn't pay much attention to it. But her dog, Gizmo, jumped up and started to howl. Emma raised her eyebrows. What was happening?
Gizmo started to tug at her jeans, walked to the stairs and back to her. Maybe he had heard a burglar, Emma realized. She took a large kitchen knife from the knife stand and walked up the stairs, led by Gizmo, as silently as she could. She looked in all of the chambers, but nobody was there. Gizmo put his front paws on the first step of the attic stairway. Firmly gripping the knife, she walked up the stairs, but at the attic, there was nothing either.
She frowned. Gizmo always knew when there was something wrong. Maybe the burglar had already fled?
Suddenly, she became aware of a weird, gushing sound, like waves out at sea. She turned on the lights and walked to the attic window.
Trough the window, she saw a gigantic wave crash down the streets, lifting cars and crushing houses in its path, coming towards her house, too.
Ha, they didn't see that coming. The Netherlands are a perfect prey for my aquatic disasters.
Water was suddenly all around Emma. It blinded her, wrapped her in darkness and she couldn't breath, she kicked her legs- air. She took deep breaths, looking around her. Gizmo was swimming somewhere near her. Good thing she had learned him how to. Slowly, the water level dropped. Emma now noticed that she was on the first floor; She had been washed down the stairs.
Images formed in her mind. The tsunami, the darkness. She ran to the window, almost slipping on the mud-filled floor. The streets were covered in water, car wrecks, everything was splattered with mud, houses had been destroyed. Armageddon. Holland's biggest fear had become reality. The dikes had ripped apart, leaving half of the country, which was below sea-level, to the mercy of the water.
My work here is done, Storm thought as he looked down at the small country, before disappearing into thin air.
Guardians Of The Earth
-Chapter 1-
It had gone wrong. Really, really wrong,
Forests cut down, oceans polluted and whole ecosystems brought down. Thousands of species, flora and fauna, extinct.
All by a single, weak-minded species.
The human race.
Worthless as animals, without claws, fur, or any special ability, their bodies had adapted to their consciousness, as if it was all they needed. At least their ancestors had tails and hands and feet that gave them an advantage in trees.
In need for resources, they had dug mines in the Earth, burned forests down and enslaved animals for meat and dairy.
But this was about to change drastically.
He had been thinking it over and over, considering every idea and weighing it against other ideas. But human civilization was way off course. So there was only one option left.
Destroy the entire human race.
Huddled together on a mossy branch, several vines wrapped around it, Storm mulled over his thoughts. He was sitting completely still, like a statue in the midst of the rainforest. Water covered the leaves and vines around, like dew.
His gray eyes flashed from one corner of his eye to another, scanning his surroundings. He stood up, his feet standing firmly on the slippery branch. He looked around one more time, smelling the soot in the air, before shooting of into the sky.
Flying trough the clouds at a speed much higher then sound, vapor streaming accros his face, he became thousands of kilometers closer to his goal every hour. He had no idea where his ‘friends' were, but generally speaking, it was a good idea to be as high as possible when trying to contact them. But it didn't work while flying, so Mt. Everest was the best choice.
He landed softly in the snow, atop of the highest place on the planet. He took a deep breath of cold, thin mountain air and focused his aura, sending out a telepathic message around the world. Strong presences of intense power flared up around him, connecting their minds with his. Fyria, the Spirit of Fire, Terron, the Spirit of Earth, Infrar and Ultrav, the Twin Spirits of Light, Aera, the Spirit of Air. They were all there. Come, my friends. There is something important to discuss.
-Two weeks later; The Netherlands-
‘The normal life in Haiti is slowly coming to a start. Most of the streets are cleared from the piles of rubble, but food and water are still a problem. A lot of emergency hospitals have been set up and most wounded people are treated, but it will take a long time before the population can start rebuilding their homes again.'
Emma sighed and turned off the TV. She still had to finish her homework; they had a history test tomorrow.
She still didn't speak much Dutch, but she was in a bilingual class, so most of the work was English anyway.
She still missed her friends in Florida very much, be she had been able to make some here, too. She didn't really like this country. The weather was cold, wet and miserable. But his father needed to move here for his work.
Somewhere in the distance, she heard a odd, cracking sound. She didn't pay much attention to it. But her dog, Gizmo, jumped up and started to howl. Emma raised her eyebrows. What was happening?
Gizmo started to tug at her jeans, walked to the stairs and back to her. Maybe he had heard a burglar, Emma realized. She took a large kitchen knife from the knife stand and walked up the stairs, led by Gizmo, as silently as she could. She looked in all of the chambers, but nobody was there. Gizmo put his front paws on the first step of the attic stairway. Firmly gripping the knife, she walked up the stairs, but at the attic, there was nothing either.
She frowned. Gizmo always knew when there was something wrong. Maybe the burglar had already fled?
Suddenly, she became aware of a weird, gushing sound, like waves out at sea. She turned on the lights and walked to the attic window.
Trough the window, she saw a gigantic wave crash down the streets, lifting cars and crushing houses in its path, coming towards her house, too.
Ha, they didn't see that coming. The Netherlands are a perfect prey for my aquatic disasters.
Water was suddenly all around Emma. It blinded her, wrapped her in darkness and she couldn't breath, she kicked her legs- air. She took deep breaths, looking around her. Gizmo was swimming somewhere near her. Good thing she had learned him how to. Slowly, the water level dropped. Emma now noticed that she was on the first floor; She had been washed down the stairs.
Images formed in her mind. The tsunami, the darkness. She ran to the window, almost slipping on the mud-filled floor. The streets were covered in water, car wrecks, everything was splattered with mud, houses had been destroyed. Armageddon. Holland's biggest fear had become reality. The dikes had ripped apart, leaving half of the country, which was below sea-level, to the mercy of the water.
My work here is done, Storm thought as he looked down at the small country, before disappearing into thin air.
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