IMPORTANT NOTE:
Hey guys,
I posted this fan fiction onto FanFiction.net.
To find out more about it go here: http://www.shadowera.com/showthread....148-Fanfiction
Anyway, I posted it for those who want to read it without having to hunt through the thread for missing chapters.
HERE IS THE LINK TO THE FANFICTION.NET PAGE:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9042995/...e-Great-Shadow
I will accept comments here and there.
I shall continue posting here and there simultaneously, however.
Thank you,
Sea1111
Yeah...so I returned to fan fiction after being inspired by Preybird, trashbocks, NachyoChez, etc.
This will be a different story from what I had planned the last one to be (some will be same chapters but I never got to the story fat in the last one...gave up too early) and plus I will add more to it. And these chapters will be edited.
See what you guys think.
PROLOGUE: Knowledge and Death
The library doors slammed shut as the Great Librarian, strolled down the aisle, with a long robe flowing after him. His eyes, icy blue, stared at the seemingly topless towers of books - so high that they reach the curved roof, decorated, in the Palace of Layar. He sighed. Nobody, like him, had read so many books in so little time. However this was not a time for studying, but a time for gathering. We must gather all our forces... Time was but a giant hourglass, running forever and ever but sometimes events are placed on a PRECISE moment in this hourglass, and the event is so important that you must use all the time you have before it, to prepare and rally your forces. Suddenly the King's High Advisor came out and walked down the aisle to meet him. "You are on time..." he said, in a sharp, straight-to-the-point voice. The Librarian smiled and spoke, "My 83 years of life have taught me many things, young one." The Advisor sighed. He glared at the Librarian. "You cannot think that you can convince the King to move against the looming Shadow and their master, the so-called "Man of Shadows" can you? He is depressed after the mysterious murder of his wife, daughter and son. Only his one living daughter can seem to make him able to talk as much as a murmur." The Librarian sighed. "I am absolutely certain of the warning that the Tome of Knowledge has provided us. The warning of the looming apocalypse is absolutely unmistakable - only a fool can deny it!"
They reached the centre, where there was the Tome of Knowledge. The Advisor gazed in wonder as the Librarian opened the new pages and read the prophecy written.
The consuming doom swallows our world,
Upon the seven thousandth year of the rotation around the great ball of flame,
In the New Calendar, fresh and young,
A new power shall rise,
All of its enemies shall crumble,
Unless they unite,
The war shall bring the loss of billions of lives,
And shall destroy the world,
If our world is not prepared.
The Advisor sighed. "I see you are so focused upon your duty to the service of Balor that the Shadow will not appeal to you..." The Librarian spluttered, and croaked. "What do you mean by appeal to me? Why, does it appeal to you?"
Suddenly the Advisor shoved the Librarian against the side of a bookcase and smiled, licking his lips. "I lured you here...only you know of the sheer power of the Shadow...I cannot afford you to live...and you came to me, like a mouse for cheese. You will have to die." Suddenly his hand moved so fast, it was like a blur and suddenly a knife appeared in his hand. "Flesh...flesh....flesh...a mere fuel to the great power of the Shadow..."
The Librarian was panicking. I cannot die...this cannot happen! He looked up at the Advisor, eye to eye, trying to look calm, despite the pumping fear boiling his blood. "You cannot kill me...feel your soul...I know you are a true noble man at heart." Suddenly the Advisor looked at him coldly. "There is no good in me any longer..." Suddenly the knife cut the Librarian's throat and all went pitch black.
The murderer let go of the Librarian, as his body dropped beside his beheaded head. He closed his eyes. It was done. His task had been complete. In a couple of hours, when the Council of the Seventy Leaders of Balor gathered tonight, he would slip some poison into each of the leader's glasses, wiping them all out. Only then shall he be promoted in the Shadow's ranks. Grinning, he looked at his hand, dripping with the Librarian's blood. All people must die...and filthy fools above all else... Suddenly he hid the body and head in a cupboard, put on fresh clothes and washed himself and prepared for the Council. He stirred the poison in the glasses of wine and was serving them with some other servants.
He entered the Meeting Room, huge and glamorous, with big chandeliers and the most expensive furniture. He looked at the Great Table of Leaders and then winked at Majiya who was at one of the windows. She jumped onto the roof. Excellent. She is in place. After this night, there shall be no peace for the world of Balor...
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