Chapter 17

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 17

Sates were on the ground, heavily bleeding from his shoulder. Santuric had leant over him and started mending him with healing Fyre; he was going to recover well enough. I was standing up where I had landed; staring across these African plains we had arrived at. Those eyes… Those deep blue eyes… Who was that girl? My line of thoughts was broken as Santuric laid a hand on my shoulder. “Come on.” He said quietly “We need to get to safety.“ Sates now mended but with a heavy scar below his right shoulder blade, we followed Santuric down a gravel road. At first I had no idea where we were, too many thoughts in my head to think about it, but I soon recognized the old road I used to jog on when I was still training with Santuric.

Sates gasped and grabbed his shoulder. “You’re going to be fine” Santuric said “But there are inevitably splinters of Yce embedded.” Sates looked scared at Santuric. “But… How will that affect me?” “I don’t really know, not many people have survived an Yce attack, but ask Zentharim when we find her, she’s all about studying the Yce.” We kept walking and soon saw the familiar sight of The Hut. And outside of it, standing in a circle was the three council members. They had their arms raised towards a common spot right above the house, and soon a fine flow of liquefied Fyre flowed from their hands. This flowed outwards on its own and formed a small dome around The Hut. This was one of the techniques I had leaned lately; it was a protective barrier that repelled all other than people of The Fyre. Firr was nearest to us, and so turned towards us in greeting.

His face was as inquisitive as I remembered him from last, but he still looked somewhat worried. “Obviously” I thought to myself. “What’s the status?” he asked Santuric. “We’ve lost practically every apprentice we had, except for those who were not in the headquarters. Sates here was wounded, I think Zentharim might want to have a look at him.” Zentharim, having heard her name, came over and lead Sates into a chair inside. “The Chosen is unharmed.” He continued. Firr looked at me. “Good…” he said. “I will need to talk to you my boy. Follow me please.” I followed Firr while Santuric went in to check on Sates. We passed Shaw who grunted and said “I’m surprised that you haven’t gotten yourself killed yet kiddo! In fact…” but Firr cut him off with a single glance. Shaw hurried to the front side of the house.

We sat in the outer rim of the dome, about two meters from The Hut. “How are you doing?” he asked. “I’m doing alright counting out that my entire life was taken away from me, I’ve been close to death several times, almost all the people I’ve just gotten to know are now dead and on top of that, I don’t even know yet why it was me!” After being relatively calm while we fled, all the emotions now broke through. I looked sternly into Firr’s calm eyes, breathing heavily. “Why is it me? I know I am ‘the chosen’ that exceeds everyone’s talent, but just… Why me? Wouldn’t it have been better with someone who was already into the whole situation, someone who was already trained in Fyre?” Firr’s eyes sparkled. “No” he said “It couldn’t have been anyone else, by fate. You will have to figure out yourself, but that will come in time. Follow your instincts, and it will come.” Firr’s words got me quiet for a while, so we went into The Hut.



No one talked for a while whilst Santuric fyre’d us some breakfast and Firr sent out warning fyreballs to anyone out there still alive. After an hour, a few more people arrived. Three long-time apprentices called Shirr, Sang and Trish. They had been at a mission in Norway, and had returned here when they’d gotten the fyreball. They had the situation explained and then sat down with us. Zentharim was then all over them, checking for injuries and the like. “Please ma’am, we’re not injured, we can take care of ourselves” Sang said. “Sure you can my boy, I am just curious if you have any new marks to show after being up in the mountains for half a month.” “We wouldn’t have. We had to abort just now and never attempted to infiltrate their outpost.” Trish said. “How much did you lea…” Shaw said, but was cut off by the sound of something heavily steaming, like water poured right onto hot embers, coming from the outside. We all ran outside to look, except for Sates who had had grabbed his shoulder again.

There was Deff, standing outside of the dome, covered in a fine layer of Yce. He had apparently tried to cross the barrier, but was rejected. “What happened to you?” Santuric asked startled. “I… I was h-h-hiding in th-the b-base” he whispered between his clattering teeth. “Well, come inside dear!” Zentharim said and lifted a part of the dome so Deff could enter. Zentharim got him to sit on a chair, and started heating him with concentrating Fyre in her palms. We all sat inside and Firr sat across from Deff. “Tell me what happened” he said. Deff was now heated enough to speak. “I had gotten up early, to get ahead. But when I heard the attack, I hid in this tiny room, a supply closet or something, from the attackers. They began Ycing the entire place, and when some of those minions found and started to freeze me, I only just barely escaped!” Firr looked deeply into his eyes. “Is that the truth?” Deff hesitated for a long second before answering. “Yeah, it is! What was it that happened Firr?” “The Yce attacked, killed almost everyone and took the Orb.” Deff raised a hand before his mouth, saying a silent swear. “I do not know of anyone who would be alive still” Firr said to the crowd “So we will have to rest for a few days and try to make this a safer outpost. Then we will need a party to go out and learn what they can of the location of the Orb. It is VITAL that we obtain it again, or we be unable to channel the Fyre as well as usual!”

Those who could spend the rest of the day setting a perimeter and repairing The Hut and I got to know Shirr, Sang and Trish better. They were in their thirties, and had been stationed in Norway for some time to attempt an assault on an Yce outpost. They had almost been ready to attempt it when they now had to abort. That mission would also have had graduated them from apprentice level to Fyre User level. We got sensors put up within a two kilometer radius and made fixes to The Hut to repair the damage to it. I chuckled when I saw that hole in the wall I had made being fixed. Santuric, the one living person who knew this place the best showed us an underground room that was kept secret for newcomers. It contained several beds, a fairly good Vulkanadon supply (Although we all had out Vulkanadon cloaks with us) and basic shelter. We bunked there for the night, Sates’ shoulder kept hurting throughout the night.

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Sorry for the big delay. There prolly wont be any chapters next week due to exams, so sorry readers.

Enjoy

- Ting

Chapter 16

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 16

Sup Walema cursed to herself. That bastard Santuric had gotten away again, like he did back in April when she was attacking that new entity. But now, a vital thing had changed. She now had the Fyre Orb, and whatever little trouble they had had with those Fyre morons would soon be gone. It was just a matter of finding and eliminating those last stragglers now. And that guy, Firr too obviously, but that was an entirely different problem. They had found their headquarters, obviously easier with the help they’ve got but they still managed to kill almost all of them without resistance. Sup looked around. This place was now completely encrusted in Yce. She walked down the empty hallway. Her minions had already searched and cleared this place; no one was left and the important writings in the study had been burned, so Sup conjured a power core to keep the minions activated and able to keep this place, and then Yce’d out, enveloping herself in fog and then disappeared.

She reappeared at their lair, the frozen tower. Located somewhere on the mainland ice of Greenland, this place lay well hidden from the rest of the world and kept a constant cool. The layout of the tower was so that the lowest ranking was at the bottom and then it worked up till the frozen throne in the top where The Master ruled from. Sup was a higher ranking general because of her many deeds. She walked in through the main door. She entered a grandiose hall with two curved staircases leading one level up and some doors on the walls. One of these doors led to the living quarters, the place where new people were born, raised and indeed forced to serve the Yce. This technique did not create as focused members as Fyre, but it created a lot, and with every cannon-fodder soldier that completed basic training, who were each as strong as the basic Fyre apprentice because of the rise in Yce these later years, the Yce got even closer to dominating the contrast.

She walked up the stairs, into the central hallway where the barracks for soldiers were and up the central spiral staircase. The tower had eight levels, excluding the basement. There was the first floor, entrance with access to the breeder basement, second floor with the barracks for trained soldiers and the base of the stairs, third floor with training facilities, fourth floor with the offices for squad leaders, fifth floor for the lieutenants, sixth floor for the generals such as Sup, seventh floor for the scholars and the eighth top floor for The Master on the frozen throne. Sup reached the top floor and approached The Master.



Sup slowly walked up beneath his throne and kneeled. “Master, I have brought you the Orb of Fyre.” The Master looked like a statue, carved out of the Yce in the throne. He was completely grey, had a long beard with icicles in it but with, when he opened his eyelids with a loud cracking noise, like an ice flake breaking, you could see his bright blue eyes. “Let me see child” he slowly said. Sup reached for her Yce gloves so she could touch the Orb. When she had first seen it, she had tried to grab it and gotten a nasty burn. But these gloves shielded her from it. She Yce’d a pedestal of fog, took the Orb out from the makeshift bag she had created from the flexible material her suit was made of and placed the Orb there. The Master let out a sound like an iceberg shifting, piercing the Orb with his eyes. “You have done well child. This may teach me many things, but I will need time. I trust you have also taken care of their apprentices?” Sup nodded. Looking as pleased as a rock could look, he waved his hand and said “You may go.” Sup bowed, backed out and went down the stairs to her quarters.

Her room, like every other persons room here, was very modest. The only noteworthy things here was a desk, bookshelf and higher quality bed, but otherwise very modest. Sup lay on her cold bed, rested her back from carrying the heavy Orb. Her suit, made of a navy blue material called Mistsatsu, retracted to the form of a belt. Your skin did not breathe well underneath the dense material, so she had to retract it once in a while. Mistsatsu, when activated by the wearer, acted somewhat like water, but could be molded into basically anything. From weapons to shields or to simply grab or punch a close range foe. Only higher members were granted Mistsatsu. It took a long time to extract it from the deep Yce, a long way beneath the surface of Greenland and was therefore very valuable.

Sup rested her eyes. She zoned out her mind, though of nothing, let the cold fill her. An image appeared, a memory, the earliest she knew, around fourteen years ago, when she was fourteen. It was when she had met The Master for the first time; he had had a hand on her head. The first time she could remember the chilling touch of Yce. Before that, there was nothing, as if she had been created at that moment. She had pondered it much the last years, but she had not remembered anything, and so came to serve the only purpose she knew of, serving The Master, fighting for the Yce.

Meanwhile, three figures appeared in a flash of Fyre in an African field. One of them fell to his knees, clutching his shoulders, with the largest one kneeling and tending him, but one of them just stood there, staring into space, unable to forget those blue eyes.

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So, now I'm just waiting for someone to comment on what that white stuff is... Lolwecs...

Anyways, hope you enjoyed learning more on this new character Sup Walema... And don't comment her name, I KNOW! It is an important part of my fiction, even before I got to know of the expression 'sup!

Savvy?

- Ting

Chapter 15

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 15

“Come on, let’s find an empty place” Sates said. We walked into the hallway and found the Dojo to be empty, almost empty at least. Deff was sitting in the corner, reading a fyreball. When he saw us coming in, he quickly rose, hid the fyreball and stormed past us out of the dojo. “Hey, what’s u…?” Sates said, but Deff bumped into him which cut him off. “What was that about?” I said. Sates looked after Deff for a second. “I don’t know. He’s been gone most of the time lately. Well, let’s get you taught.” We went to the middle of the room and sat.

“You see” Sates said “Vulkanadon is a concentrated form of Fyre extracted from Vuulk, that volcano just outside. You must extend the Fyre inside of you; become one with the Vulkanadon, and then… Create.” The Vulkanadon from Sates’ sleeve seemed to come alive and form a pair of handcuffs. “Could be useful eh?” he said and winked. We went over the basics for a while. Most of it was much like the basic meditating I had done with Santuric, only that this had to be done faster for combat practicalities. I soon learned to create minor items, but Sates seemed to be impressed by the speed at which I learned. So was Shaw the next day, he stopped for a full second when I conjured a handful of perfectly balanced throwing-knives.

So went the next two months. Days continued on with most of the same routine. I learned quickly in both martial arts from Shaw as well as achieving a focused mind with the help of Zentharim. Firr rarely appeared, he probably had a lot to attend to, and Santuric was often gone too. Since Sates had been here longer, he had the lead in skills for some time, but I quickly caught up to him and even got better than him. It didn’t seem to bother him that much; he had accepted that I was ‘the chosen’ although even I didn’t quite know what that meant yet, other than I seemed to learn faster than anyone else.

On October the 1st I woke early. 5:10 the clock said. I didn’t know what had made me wake, but something seemed… Different. I threw off my thin blanket and stood out of my bed, but where I had previously been used to just stand in my underwear no problem, I was now freezing. I grabbed some clothes and looked around. Sates were sleeping silently next to me, so was all the others, but Deff was nowhere to be seen. I shook Sates. “Something is wrong” I said. He got up too. “Whew, isn’t it colder?” He said. “I don’t know. Let’s go get something to eat, maybe Zentharim will explain later.” So we donned our cloaks and went into the hallway.

As we started to walk down the silent hallway, deserted because of the early hours, we heard a loud noise from the dorm. It sounded like a wall falling followed by the sound of something crystallizing. We ran back to the dorm only to find half of it, including our beds, to be covered in Yce and the far wall to have been toppled. From the gap in the wall and out into the plains of Vuulk, a layer of Yce covered the ground and a horde of those Yce minions advanced on us, and in front of them walked a tall figure, a very pale woman looking to be in her late twenties, with blue hair and donning a tight, blue full body suit. She pointed and the minions advanced at us.



The others who had not been frozen at first had already gotten up and running, but half of them were quickly felled. Some fell twitching with a huge spike in the back, some stood frozen in place, trapped in a block of Yce and the rest, those closest to the door, just got out. Before we could react to all this, a cascade of spikes flew towards us. Then my instinct kicked in. A shield of Vulkanadon formed in front of me which repelled the spikes. Sates did the same but as we ran out, he caught one in his left arm.

“What should we do?” He moaned. “Let’s get the hell out!” I answered but as we tried to fyre away, the approaching cold prohibited us from doing so. “Damn!” Sates said. “Uuh… Come on, we’ve got to find the council then!” We ran up the hallway, but someone pulled us into the study. “Ssh!” said the person I now recognized to be Santuric. “The council is gone and safe, just wait.” He whispered. We waited as the sound of Yce forming in the hallway passed and the screams of those who had no Vulkanadon to protect them came and passed.

After a while, the noises passed and an eerie silence fell. And then, amidst the already creeping cold, it was as if some part of my mind disappeared. “It was as I feared then” Santuric said “They’ve taken the Fyre Orb.” Footsteps broke the silence in the hallway. “Come on, we’ve got to go!” Santuric placed his hands on both our shoulders and Fyre started to envelop us. The last thing I saw was the blue haired girl breaking the door open. Our eyes met for a brief second, mine red, hers blue. A smile cracked across her face, and then we were gone.

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Again, I'm sorry this was delayed. From now on, the plot is gonna pick up speed. Also, I plan to rewrite chapters 1-10, but that's not gonna happen till the holidays.

Enjoy

- Ting

Chapter 14

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 14

“Well…” Sates started. “I’ve been here a year now after I finished training with Santuric. He found me about two years ago and I’ve spent about a year with at the hut before I passed his test… In fact, how long did you spend with him?” he said and looked curiously at me. “About three and a half month I think…” Seriously?! Most people don’t manage it in under about 18 months. Deff did so in 15 and I thought I was something because I managed it so fast, but you’re something special… Chosen, huh…” An awkward silence fell for a minute, which I was eager to break. “So, how did Santuric find you?” I asked. Sates, who had been staring into the table, looked up, a bit perplexed. “Well… Uh… Well, I have always been that special someone who knows he’s something special, but don’t know how, and is therefore a bit lost, you know. Then, in January ’03 Santuric showed up and dragged me with him. I had thought that, since I lived alone and didn’t really know anyone, I might as well try and go with him, and that’s how it began… Well, that’s my story, how about yours?”

“Well, I have had that feeling too and then back in late April I was sitting at my office when I was taken to this other plane. Here there were some voice talking to me before I was sent back and straight after, my boss apparently possessed by Yce attacked me. I only survived because of Santuric and my instincts… And then I was taken to the hut and had it all explained…”

Sates looked dumbstruck for a minute before he exclaimed “You’ve seen battle already?! None of the apprentices arriving within the last couple of years have even been allowed a sparring match; we only have the dummies till we’re deemed worthy…”

We continued eating breakfast till we heard a bell sound throughout the complex. “That’s our queue to go to lesson.” Sates said and rose. I followed him, and all the others streaming into the hallway to a large dojo looking room. Mats lay on the floor, light emerged from the torches on the wall and messages written on drapes hanging from the walls in some message I didn’t know, but otherwise the room was empty. Shaw stood at the end of the room waiting silently. He had donned a Vulkanadon cloak too. We walked further into the room and I now saw slightly darkened spots on the mats, indicating were we were supposed to stand. Sates and I found a place to stand where Deff quickly joined us and after a minute, I could count that there was actually 37 persons excluding the mentors. When everyone had found a spot, we were standing in a U shape following the walls, with the open end facing Shaw.

When everyone was settled, Shaw took a step forward and said aloud in his usual angry tone “Today! We start with some exercise, 50 of each!” Everyone seemed to know the routine, and so fell down to do crunches. I tried to keep up, but as I strained to do my 50th crunch, everyone else was already doing pushups. This continued for a while until Shaw yelled “That’s enough!” I was much winded at this point, more than everyone else in the room, but I tried not to show it. Shaw then yelled “Alright, now I would like to see a staff!” Some of the older looking people managed to draw a staff from their cloak, some younger ones, like Sates, took longer but finally managed it. I was left staff-less as the only one in the room. Shaw noticed this and walked towards me.



He looked at me for a second and then said “So… You’re that new guy eh? Let’s see just how good you are, shall we? Craft me a Vulkanadon sword!” He stared directly into my eyes, but I didn’t look away or say anything. “What’s the matter? Are the CHOSEN too fine to answer to the council?” Several people began muttering at this, but Shaw quickly silenced them with a raised hand. “How would I know?” I said. “Santuric never to…” but I was cut off by Shaw raising a finger in front of my eyes. “I am going to tell you this only once, boy! I don’t care if you are the chosen or not, you will NOT get any special privileges! So you just get in line and know what every other NORMAL apprentice knows!” Shaw then walked back to his spot and continued the lesson. I was not able to craft anything and I could feel the burning stare of Shaw on me and the curious looks of the others.

When the training was over, we were allowed to run off. Looking at the big clock in the dorm, I could see we had had training for about 7 hours as it was now 3:05. I sat on my bed and Sates came and sat on his. “Well…” He started “That didn’t go to well. Don’t worry though; Shaw is always in that mood.” Silence fell for a bit. Other people came into the dorm and started reading, playing games or talking. Some even fyre’d away to whatever destination they had. I looked at Sates. “Could you… Teach me how to use Vulkanadon?” Sates looked at me like he was surprised that the ‘chosen’ has asked for help, but then said “Okay. We have free time from now to 7pm anyways.”

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So, a slightly delayed chapter 14 for ya.

I had planned to include the part where he learns of Vulkanadon in this chapter but had to cut it out so I could lessen the delay and plus I have to be ready to host the Fyrefight in and hour.

BTW, the guy with red hair is Sates.

- Ting

Chapter 13

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 13

I didn’t get much sleep, as tired as I was, and when I got up, it was still red outside, although, it was probably always red outside. I looked at the clock with dark wooden arms hanging at the wall at the end of the twenty meter long dorm. It was only 5.38 AM, which was not any earlier than I had done with Santuric, but these time zone changes had thrown my rhythm off. There were no visible wires connected to the clock. Maybe it ran on some refined form of Fyre. Some of the other beds were already empty, and Sates next to me were standing with his head down in his trunk. “Great, you’re up!” he said. “Get in some clothes ‘cos the day begins soon.”

At first this confused me. In the past months I had only had the clothes I had had on when it all began, and these had gotten pretty dirty and tattered over the months, but I now saw a trunk like Sates’ at the end of my bed. I opened and saw a neatly folded orange cloak made out of a thin material on top of clean regular clothes. I looked at Sates, who had already donned one of his cloaks. He looked at me and nodded, and I hurried to get something clean on and then the cloak. It was surprisingly light and completely airy so I didn’t get hot in it. “Come on” Sates said “I’ll explain on the way”

We went out into the hallway and started walking out. “First of all, you need to learn to go about this place on your own. All the doors look the same for defensive purposes. The sooner you figure it out, the better.” Now that I could look at him better, I saw he was about the same age as me, in the middle 20’s. “These cloaks are made out of a substance called Vulkanadon, which is summoned and manipulated with the Fyre.” He stretched his arm out and the sleeve seemed to come alive and formed a sturdy dagger in Sates hand. “That is part of these studies we are having here, which you got to learn. Here we are.” The dagger molded into his sleeve again and we went in though a door on our left.



We entered a very dark room with nothing on the walls, no windows or decoration. Instead, torches hung from various places on the wall and mats covered the floor. “This is the meditation room” Sates whispered “We come here every morning to focus our minds on the day ahead.” My night-vision started to kick in, and I now saw a few persons scattered around the room all facing the far wall. In the far end sat a person turned the other way. I squinted for a second and then recognized Santuric. “Yeah, he’s one of the guiders” Sates said when he saw I was looking at Santuric. “Yeah, it’s great he’s here but… I thought he was going away.” I said. “What do you mean?”, “Well, you see. When we arrived yesterday, the council said they had a ‘special request’ for him, so I assumed he was going to leave.” “Interesting…” Sates said and gazed in space for a moment. “But we don’t have time now, let’s discuss it during breakfast.

While we found a spot to sit down, I looked towards Santuric to try and catch his eye, but to no avail. Soon the room began to fill up, and when everybody seemed to be inside I counted around 35 people. Nobody was talking, like this was a ritual they had done hundreds of times. Sates had his eyes closed too, so I used what Santuric had learned me, and started meditating. At first it was just like what I had done when I live at the hut with Santuric, but my mind and body soon filled with an extraordinary energy that seemed to revive me like I had been dead until now. I didn’t know how long this took, I just sat and let the energy fill me, but after what I later found out to be an hour, Sates pricked my shoulder and we rose and left along with everyone else. But Santuric was now gone.

We walked along the hallway, probably to the mess hall. “You felt the energy?” Sates asked “Yeah, it was like I had been drained right till now” I answered. “That is the doing of the Fyreorb; I guess you saw it when you met with the council. Here we are, let’s get some grub!” We now entered a long room with big windows on the left showing the red-hot volcano outside. Wooden tables were stationed around the room and people were already beginning to find their places. Now in a well lit room I could see them properly. Most were older than me all with their special features and all wearing the orange Vulkanadon cloak.

“This is where I usually sit” We sat at a little table and soon another person joined us. He was around 20, a bit lower than me, was quite pale and bald, had thick mustache and donned a black top hat. “This is Deff” Sates said “Deff, say hello.” We shook hands and nodded. “Sates, I’m just going to shove it down, I’ve got a lot to do” Deff said with a peculiarly deep voice and an accent I couldn’t quite place. He conjured a bowl of soup and gulped it down in one draught. He then fyre’d the bowl away and left the hall. “Yeah, that was Deff, I hang around with him. Well, that also shows you how we eat. I hope Santuric showed you how?” “Yeah, he did. Otherwise we wouldn’t have survived” I replied. “It’s excellent to keep your training fit too.” Sates said while he conjured a plate of French toast. I made a big pile of eggs and bacon, and then started to shove it down, because I was starving.

“So, if I tell you my story, will you tell me yours?” Sates said after eating for a while. My mouth was full, so I just nodded. “Alright then” he said.

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Remember to also check out my new series called Fyre!

- Ting

Chapter 12

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 12

A bit later in the day, Santuric and I prepared to leave. I didn’t really have any possessions here, so it didn’t take long for us to be ready. We went out of the hut and turned towards each other. “Here we go” Santuric said, and laid his hand on my shoulder. Soon Fyre enveloped us both and again all I could see was flames. When I could, I was on rough and bumpy ground and the heat hit me square in the face. I looked around and was surprised to see a huge volcano to the left of us with crevasses filled with magma showing up all over the ground. In front of us was a big black-smoked wooden door. Santuric started to walk towards the door, and I hurried to follow.

The handle on the door was black metal, and from the looks of it, it was very hot. Nevertheless Santuric nudged me to open it, and I carefully grabbed the handle. I didn’t get burned surprisingly. I heard Santuric behind me “I does not burn people aligned with Fyre, thus keeping trespassers out. In fact, the whole location of this place is to help defend against Yce.” We now walked down a snaking hallway with doors on either side every few meters. “The hallway is shaped like a giant S for the symbolism of a flame, and to make ambushing intruders easier. We only saw few people in the hall, all looking like they had a purpose even though none of the doors were marked. We then reached the end of the hall and stood in front of a carved wooden door. Santuric opened it and a red light streamed out from the crack.

We entered a medium sized room, and the first thing I saw was the source of the red light. It emitted from a fist sized red orb sitting on a thin column. I could feel heat coming from it, but also a rejuvenating energy. On the ground in front of it sat two old men and an old woman, the woman with thin white hair and a wrinkly face on the left, a man completely bald and with a scar under his right eye on the right and a man with long grey hair and beard in the middle. They all wore red robes and had kind faces but undoubtedly with much wisdom behind. I saw Santuric bow his head in a nod and say “Greetings council.”



We sat on two pillows on front of them, and I had a second to look around. Two windows on either side of the room showed the barren landscape outside. Except for the column with the orb and the piles of pillows on the floor, the room was empty. Although on the wall, signs I didn’t know the meaning or purpose of was painted on with red paint. “So, you must be the chosen” said the bald man, and looked at me. “I am Shaw, and this is Zentharim” he pointed at the woman. “And this is Firr” he nodded to the man in the middle. “How is he coming along Santuric?” Zentharim asked. “He is doing very well. He passed the test on his first try.” He said. “Well, obviously! He’s the chosen!” Shaw blurted out. “Well, he may be chosen but he still needs training! And I suspect Santuric to have done a good job!” Zentharim replied. They continued to bicker for a minute, but Firr didn’t say anything and just looked quietly at me. His eyes was grey but with a deep fire burning behind. This was both fascinating and terrifying.

When I finally tore myself from his gaze, I interrupted Zentharims and Shaws argument. “Excuse me?” I said. They quieted and looked at me. “What does it mean to be chosen? And why am I it?” Zentharim leaned forward and caught my gaze. “You see. Every few thousand years, the best of the Fyre aligned offers some of their power to have an individual chosen. This individual has no boundaries when it comes to power. Normal humans can only channel so much, but the chosen has unlimited potential. This has happened twice before, once on every side of the contrast.”

I didn’t really understand this, maybe because it was so unnerving I couldn’t quite believe it. “But even a chosen must still have training” Shaw said “So we are taking over from now on!” I hadn’t expected this, what about Santuric? As hard as it had been with him, I had still formed a bond with him. “We have a special request for you Santuric” Zentharim said. “Which we need to do alone” she said and looked at me. “If you continue down the hall, take the 7th door on your left. There you will find a dorm for you to stay in.” I rose and but hesitated a split-second. “You should prepare” Shaw said. “You training begin tomorrow, and that won’t be something you can prepare for.” I looked back to try and catch Santurics gaze, but he didn’t look at me, only Firr did. I walked out of the room and closed the large carved door behind me.

I walked down the now empty hallway. I found the 7th door on my left and opened. It led into a long room with beds stacked all the way down. Some people were already asleep; we’d probably had a time zone change when we went here. Others were still up though, sitting on their beds meditating or reading a book. No one really noticed me, except for one guy who rose and walked smiling towards me. “Hey, I’m Sates” he said. He had brown hair and a slim face, and he was about 1.85 tall, around the same as me. “So I guess you’re the new guy we’ve been hearing about. Come, you can bunk next to me, there’s an empty bed.” We walked over to the beds, and sat down. “So you’re….. The chosen?” he started. “Yeah, apparently” I answered “But I still don’t understand much very well.” He looked at me for a second and said “It’ll all come in time, but if you think time with old Santuric was tough, you’re in for something much, much worse. But I guess even chosen must train too.” I hear a bell sound from somewhere outside. “Oh, it’s lights-out now. You should try to get some sleep. Keep to me in the morning and you’ll get off your feet well enough.”

I lay back on the rugged pillow and pulled the thin blanket over me, but soon had to throw it off because of the heat. This was probably part of the training, living on top of a volcano.

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Chapter 11

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 11

For the following 4 months we trained like this, only each day was getting more and more tough. But it began helping, and after just half a month of running to the woods each morning, I could already feel my stamina getting better. Santuric said it was not as much my strength that needed boosting as it was my stamina, channeling the Fyre did more than just take your breath away. And after two months I could do the run in double-time without any problems.


The mental training was the hardest part though. For quite a while I had trouble finding this feeling that was actually driven by impulses. Then one rainy day, about 2 months in, sitting in the semi-cover of the tree, this strange emotion appeared within me. It wasn’t unfamiliar and I was able to keep it for a while. Santuric had apparently sensed this and turned towards me. He’d said: “Good. Now you are finally making progress on this point too.” After this it had accelerated. Where I had had to make myself a bow-and-stick to light a fire in the previous months, I could now conjure a fyreball within my hand to light it, and Santuric told me I was emitting a heat without akin.

This was where it all started to pick up. Soon I was able to stand even in the heaviest downfall and meditate, and the rain would just vaporize before it hit me. My fyreballs were getting larger and faster too. I soon learned to throw them and hit a target very precisely. And in the beginning of August, Santuric said I’d have my final test before I’d have to move on. “There is not much more I’ll be able to teach you, so we shall go to see the council when you have passed the test” He had said. So on August 7th, I woke early out of being nervous.

I woke and got out of bed with the dawn of the sun, but Santuric was already gone. I went outside to look for him, but saw only a wooden pole in the open terrain, about a meter above the ground. Walking closer, I saw Santuric sitting behind it, waiting. “It’s time to begin your test” he said. “The objective for you is to stand here” he pointed at the pole “and not fall down while I send various things to knock you off it. You may try to stop them any way you can except for attacking me. Did you get that?” I nodded and mounted the pole.

It was only wide enough for me to stand with my feet together, and then only just barely. Santuric walked about 20 meters away and closed his eyes. For a whole minute, nothing happened. I looked around, somewhat anxious, until a large rock appeared out of nowhere in front of me, flying towards me at a high speed. In the short time I had to react, I raised my hand and launched a fyreball that hit it and threw it off course. For the next minute, about 50 rocks kept appearing launching towards me. I either dodged them or sent them away. After the last one had been sent and dismissed, there was a break. This part hadn’t been hard for me, hadn’t even lost wind.



Then the ground started to tremble, seriously testing my balance. Right when it began, I almost fell off, but thought fast and used a small burst of Fyre to send me straight again. Then, while still quaking, pebbles began bombarding me from all sides. They were not very big, but they were fast so I shielded my face and focused on raising my heat till it was hot enough to melt them before they hit. Then the pebbles and the quaking stopped and almost before I could react, a huge wall of water appeared above me. Before I could come up with a rational way out of it, I raised my arms and let go of a stream of Fyre, vaporizing a column of water that I could just barely fit within. I had to keep this up for around half a minute whilst the water kept roaring besides me, and the constant stream of Fyre started to tear on my energy. Just as I started to loose balance, and scrape the stream of water, it stopped, and my arms fell down, exhausted. I began to topple in the pause, but made a last minute thrust of Fyre to correct myself. I had a little time to look around; the ground wasn’t wet at all. But I didn’t have time to ponder it much.

Now a soaring wall of stone appeared, only with a narrow slit for the pole to pass trough. In my exhaustion I hesitated for a moment, and the wall started moving slowly towards me. If I didn’t do something, I was probably going to be knocked off, and would have to stay and train more. As much as I had learned, it was very hard work for someone who had been in a cubicle for 7 years. I forced myself to raise my arms and throw a fyreball, but it only dissipated with no effect. I tried a couple more, but to no avail. The wall was picking up speed; at this rate it was going to hit me in a couple of seconds. I tried conjuring a stream of Fyre again, but my energy was too low to call much more than a tiny stream. The wall came closer, and just as I reached out towards it to push in panic, flames appeared around my head, and I couldn’t see anything.

When they dissipated again, I was still standing on the pole. I turned around and the wall was now moving away from me, I had somehow teleported on my own. Santuric walked towards me. “Good. I didn’t expect you to pass the wall first time. You may dismount now.” I half jumped, half fell off the pole, and sat down besides it. “Get rested for we are going to the council soon.”

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Chapter 10

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 10

I woke to the morning songs of the birds outside and the clatter of Santuric searching for something inside the stove. “We’ve got to find some fire wood” he said. “Get up and get ready!” He stood up while I hurried to wrap myself out of the blanket and get ready. “We’ve got 7 kilometers to go so we can gather wood, both ways.” I stopped for a second. “You can’t seriously mean that? What good is that?” He turned and looked strictly at me. “First of all, we need wood to survive. And if you really are in that bad shape, it’s even more important you get fit! But this will have to wait for the study later, we need to find wood!”

And so we began trotting down the gravel road. Nothing seemed to appear in the distance for about an hour. I wasn’t walking very fast, because I had been sitting in a cubicle for several years. But the trek wasn’t that bad since the sun was just rising, and the frisk morning dew woke me up a bit. Then we finally arrived at the brim of a large forest. Nothing else seemed to be near this area, and the gravel road continued into the dark of the trees. “We must find some wood now” Santuric said “follow me”

We began walking between the trees, looking for dry branches. After a while we each got a heavy load of wood. Nothing I couldn’t handle to lift, but I had a feeling the trek back would be tough, and true enough it was. When I finally dropped the bundle next to the stove, I was panting and the sun now higher on the sky didn’t make it any better. “This is what we’ve got to do every day from now on” He said “And tomorrow we’re going to jog down there” At this point I was too weary to protest, so I just dumped into the chair. Right as I sat, it collapsed beneath me.

“Right, that is our next task. Get this place habitable. Follow me.” I dragged myself with him out behind the hut. Here was a small well. Looking down into it, it seemed to have enough water to sustain us. “Get some water down, and get ready for the next.” I took the bucket and rope lying next to the well, and lowered it into the well. I got the bucket up and took a sip of water. It tasted earthy and unclean but I still drained half the bucket. “Follow me.” Santuric said, and we began walking out to a field of high grass.

“We need to pick and dry enough for us to sleep on.” Then he grabbed a group of straws and yanked it out of the ground like it was nothing, but when I tried I had to struggle for a minute before it let go of the ground. “We need as much as you can carry” he said. This continued for about an hour, quickly draining my energy, but I finally got a bunch of grass, which we lay to dry outside the hut.

Then we sat under the shadow of the largest of the three trees. “Not only must you be in great physical shape” Santuric said “But you must also have a balanced mind. I will teach you to understand and control the Fyre. I’ve seen you’ve been able to summon it before, during the fight.” “Yes” I said “but that was only when I was in danger. Then it just popped up inside me.” “Exactly! You must learn to control that so you can use it independently.” He held his hand forward and a ball of Fyre appeared floating above it. “You must learn to find those emotions when you need them”



We spend the next few hours sitting in the shade of the tree, Santuric trying to guide me into meditating. But as the day wore on I only got more frustrated and hungry. At last, unable to achieve the goal of meditating, we got inside. I’ll take care of the food, you get the wood lit. I stacked the wood inside the stove, but I had no way of lighting it. Looking confused at Santuric, I expected him to guide me somehow, but he was now in some deep concentration. A bright ball of Fyre appeared in his hands. It burned bright for a moment and then shrunk into two raw steaks. He now looked at me, but I was now just even more perplexed.

“How did you do that?” I asked. “The Fyre is practically the essence of everything." He answered "If you focus on it, then you may mold the essence into whatever you’d like.” I thought about this for a while. “If we using Fyre can create stuff, can’t Yce do it too?” For a short second I saw a glint in Santuric’s eye. “You think in the right direction, but remember that Fyre is the representative of life and creation and Yce is the representative of death and undoing. The two opposites remember. But you’ve got to get a fire going if you want to eat.”

I turned to the stove again. How was I going to light this? I had no matches or other. Maybe I needed to use the Fyre to light it somehow. I’d need to find that spot I’d been trying to achieve all day. I could feel Santuric’s eyes burn on my neck. He was expecting me to do this, I couldn’t fail now! I tried to clear my mind and focus. But the feeling of being watched continuously disrupted me.

How was I supposed to do anything under this stress?! I was staring hard at the branches now, silently cursing Santuric, and then something odd happened. The wood spontaneously ignited, but this didn’t startle me. The anger had already taken over and I had turned and launched a Fyreball towards him. He was wither faster than me or expecting this and dodged the ball. It burned a hole through the wall and continued into the night for a while. Santuric stared silently at me, a tiny smirk on his face. I was panting heavily whilst the now raging fire heated my back. “This is good. At least we’ve made a little progress today” He rose and began to cook the meat, but I had a feeling it had all gone faster than he had expected.

Later we ate, collected our dried straws and went to sleep. Santuric didn’t say anything other than “Get some sleep” that evening.
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Here you go, the 10th chapter. Made a new and more awesome title pic, and this chapter is a whopping 1'106 words.

Thanks to DualFinger for making a cool parody, thanks to Xthakila for giving support and to everyone reading this and following the story.

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Chapter 9

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 9

When I opened my eyes I was cold and stiff all over. It was still night apparently. Santuric was sitting at the other chair with the blanket around him, fast asleep. I was still worn and tired, but I couldn’t fall asleep again now that I was awake. The sound of crickets outside mixed with the still sound of Santuric’s breathing. I sat and listened for a while, thinking over the things that had happened. Even with this explanation it still took some getting used to. And still there was something that was not quite clear to me. He explained why someone was chosen, but not why it was me. Why was I cho…?

My line of thought was broken when I heard a twig snap outside. Santuric was still asleep. On any other day he would probably have been awake now, but he was probably very weary. I slowly untangled myself from the blanket and walked silently to the old door to peek out. It was dark outside only lit by a full moon. I could see the shadowy outlines of the three lonely trees in front of the hut and the narrow gravel road snaking off in the distance. I looked around but saw nothing unusual. Then I heard a noise out of my field of vision. It sounded like a flame blazing for a swift second, and when I looked in the direction the noise had come from. For a short moment I saw a glint of light followed by darkness.



This got my adrenaline running. I looked back inside, Santuric was still asleep. Should I go wake him? No, he’d need that sleep probably. I turned towards where the light had come from again. Staying low and quiet, I sneaked towards the place. The crickets were the only sound now. I got close enough to see the place it had come from in the moonlight. No one was there. Only a blackened spot remained on the ground.

I looked around. If anyone had been there, I would have seen them move away. I approached the spot. The grass had been singed and an odd smell of smoke was in the air. Confused, I looked around. Still, there was no one there. Who could have been here? Not someone hostile, hopefully. I rose and walked back to the hut. Wrapping myself in the blanket, I got ready to sleep again. It was a mystery for another time; I had to rest for training tomorrow.

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Here's the weeks chapter.

A bit short I know, I didn't have a terrible lot of time. And for the reference, canceling this was an APRIL FOOLS! Can't believe so many fell for it. I'd only stop writing if no one wanted to read it anymore.

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Chapter 8

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 8

The flames dissipated. I was still alive although my energy was rapidly deteriorating, so the Fyre on me died out. The man still clutched my arm and he was now unconscious again. I lay on the floor for a while, resting and then rose on my elbows to look around. We were in a seemingly abandoned hut. Light were falling in trough a shattered window so I was able to see the dust dancing in the turbulence of our sudden arrival. Birds were singing outside and I could see clear sky and trees outside the window. The hut itself was not very big. There was only one small room and a door hanging on one hinge. A rusty stove stood in the corner, a few rusty pots hung from the ceiling and two moldy chairs and a table stood underneath the window. The floor was covered in a thick layer of dust which had been thrown up when we dumped in.

The man was beginning to move now, so I got on my feet and carried him to one of the chairs. It creaked but was able to hold his weight barely. Now being able to look at him properly, it was apparent that he hadn’t eaten for some time; his grey and tattered clothes were hanging off of him. He was starting to wake up now, so I sat in the other chair and watched him awake.

He grunted, opened his eyes and looked around. He blinked a few times, looking around to figure out where he was and then looked at me. “Glad to see you made it.” He said in a strained voice. He attempted to stand up but collapsed into the chair again. “You should relax!” I said, but he dismissed it with a flick of his hand. “I need to check if we’re safe. Wait here.” He stood up, though barely able and stumbled to the door. He poked his head out and looked around. Through the creak of the door I could see a narrow gravel road leading away from the hut. Apparently content he attempted to close the door and then came back and sat on the chair. “My name is Santuric” He said “And you are chosen.” He looked at me with his weary eyes. “I am supposed to train you and guide you in the ways of the Fyre. That thing on the roof wasn’t your boss; it was an embodiment of the Yce that used his body as a puppet. Now, tell me your na…” But I cut him off, as sudden frustration, fear and confusion hit me. “What the hell is happening?” I blurted out “One moment I’m having a normal day, and then all this crap happens! Tell me what’s going on!” He didn’t seem startled by this, like he had anticipated this. “You are chosen to defend the Fyre, you have been granted a great gift and a great burden. I am here to help you comprehend it and train you. I’m not your enemy.”

I was still quite shaken, but something about this Santuric seemed to calm me down somehow. “Okay…” I said “Okay, explain all this then!” “Let’s start with the past; ever since the dawn of time there has been a war going on, between Light and Darkness, Life and Death, Fyre and Yce. This is what shapes our world, creates the nuances and the differences everywhere. This battle creates balance, and in the beginning it was just the two pure forces, but as humans emerged, some individuals were chosen for each side. This has always been equal and balanced, and so keeping the entire world in balance, but in the latest half decade the Yce has begun to grow uncontrolled. We expect this is because of the general changes in the world, but we’re not completely sure. Nevertheless, our numbers have been dropping and our council has now used our emergency plan. We all offered a part of our power to the Fyre for a special individual to be chosen. This is you. Your purpose is to defend the Fyre and so also defend the balance of the world. I know this is a burden, but you were chosen amongst all for your unique unfound attributes. I shall train you to prepare for this.”



I was silent for a moment. It made sense, although very strange sense. Maybe I had intuitively known this at those moments I had had earlier. “Okay.” I said “But I will need to know more eventually.” “Of course, but first we must rest.” He then walked over to the rusty stove and pulled out two holed blankets. “It’s getting dark soon, so we must use this for tonight. Tomorrow the work begins, so get some sleep.”

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Chapter 7

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 7

The scene looked grim. The flaming figure was down to his knees, but the Yce was still going strong. The flames on him were getting smaller. The Fyre inside of me was still burning strong, but what was I to do against this kind of power? Then something happened. The wind disappeared, the column of Yce dissipated and the flames on the one coming to protect me were extinguished. I could now see his true form. He was a man in the autumn of his life, with a worn face but with a well muscled body. But now he looked like he was in pain, and indeed he collapsed to his side. A swirl came around the Yce figure, which split into several smaller mists that condensed into small gnome like Yce creatures. These began to advance on the man, although they seemed to have forgotten about me. A cold voice came from the Yce figure, one as cold and inhuman as I had ever heard. “You shall not live trough this one”

The minions formed up in a half circle around the man, he was apparently knocked out. The Yce creature growled and pointed at the man, and the minions advanced. This was where I acted. This man had tried to save me, and to no avail apparently. I couldn’t just let him be taken by these things. The Fyre on me blazed, and I conjured a massive ball of Fyre that I threw at the minions. This vaporized them completely. The Yce creature let out an angry grunt, and quickly turned his head to look at me. I stepped in between him and the man. “Step away kid, I will deal with you afterwards!” he growled. I remained where I were. I knew this was it, either I’d fight or I’d not get away alive. I conjured a Fyreball in each hand, and stood there, waiting. After a few minutes of silent staring, the Yce creature charged me, gaining on me at incredible speed. I threw one ball which he dismissed with a flick of the hand. I threw the other which hit it square in the chest. His forward momentum was stopped, but he still stood upright whilst being pushed back a meter or so.



I followed up by raising my hands and gathering energy above me. This formed into a massive amount of energy, gathering as a big ball of Fyre. The Yce looked up, spotting the massive Fyreball. It tried to summon its mist, but the ball was already thrown. It hit it, and it was engulfed in Fyre. For a while the Fyre roared on and nothing seemed to happen. I looked behind me, the man was still out, but was beginning to move a little. Then an explosion happened. The Yce had dismissed the Fyre and before I could turn to look and react, a bolt of Yce hit me. I fell and slid across the concrete, coming to a halt besides the man. I blacked out for a second, and then saw the Yce walking towards us. A swirl of mist was forming in his hand. Then something touched my arm. “We need to go, now!” the man said with a harsh voice. Then his grip on my arm tightened and flames engulfed us. The last thing I saw was a bolt of Yce being thrown towards us before we were gone.

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Chapter 6

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 6

I could feel a massive amount of energy radiate from this new figure. Getting accustomed to the light, I could now see the whole scene clearer. The shining figure was engulfed in bright flames, and I somehow knew this was the power of Fyre. Nothing happened for a while. I just stood wondering behind the flaming figure, whilst they looked quietly at each other. Then, before I could do anything but being pressed into the wall by the sudden wind, the two figures had their arms stretched at each other, and two massive columns of Yce and Fyre collided between them. Where the two columns met, a giant cloud of vapor formed, blowing a strong wind outwards.

For a while, I couldn’t move in the mixed cold and warm wind, and then I heard a loud crack and all the windows in the surrounding buildings shattered. I couldn’t hear or see it, but I was sure people at the street and in the buildings were either fleeing or gathering around the scene. A sudden thought sprung to my mind. The innocent people couldn’t get hurt! This awoke a sudden feeling in my, making the Fyre around my head grow. I was able to resist the wind now, taking a few steps forward. The combatants were still going on just as strong, neither seemed to show any signs of weakness. I struggled to get to the edge of the rooftop. Now being able to look down, I was relieved to see the street mostly abandoned, but still a few people lingered, looking up.

I looked back, the two massive columns were still going strong, but the Fyre one seemed to be getting narrower. I looked at the flaming figure; he had fallen to one knee, with the Yce figure was still standing. Whilst looking at this scene, the Yce figure looked at me, a cold surrounded me, and a massive crack appeared in the concrete around me. The chunk began to slip and fall down towards the street. I had the chance to jump towards the roof for safety, but the thought never occurred to me, there were people on the street, with a giant concrete block falling towards them. I leapt over the edge of the block, freefalling towards the street, and again the instinct kicked in, only this time stronger.



A new sensation rose within me, and I gained more speed falling. In a split second it occurred to me I was being propelled on my own, simply being able to fly. I increased speed, the street coming towards me very rapidly. A woman with a child in her arms stood in the shadow of the falling block, looking terrified. I knew it was on now. Hoping I got the timing right, I turned just before I hit the ground, grabbed the woman whilst flying by her and got away just barely a second before the block smashed into the ground. I slowed, and put the woman down. She looked very shocked, but looked up at me. She caught my eye just before I looked up and hurled myself towards the roof again. I landed on the roof, only to arrive at a grim scene. The flaming figure was down to just about a meter of the Fyre column, and this was looking very thin. He was loosing.

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Chapter 5

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 5

The sound from the city had been muffled to almost nothing in the thick mist. The grey blanket surrounding me was icy cold, and I couldn’t see even to the end of my hand. My Fyre was still burning, but now when the adrenaline was gone and the instinctual responses were gone, it began to be harder to upkeep the flame in this cold. I heard something scuffle behind me. I turned, but there was nothing there. Panicky I looked all around me, but I still couldn’t see anything. I had barely just been kicked into this thing, and it was already going to end no… *WHAM* something hit me hard in the back, and I slid across the roof. The force of the blow had been inhumanly strong, and I saw black spots across my vision for a moment. That blow ought to have crushed my skull, but the Fyre seemed to have protected me somehow. Maybe that was the key to getting out of this. I got on my feet, my back against a wall of some sort.

I searched my feelings. Last time, when I was falling, I’d had a surge of feelings before I was able to unleash the Fyre. I tried, but the shock of this whole thing, the icy cold and the throbbing at the back of my head dulled my senses. Out of panic, all I could conjure was rage. I stretched my hands forward and felt heat run from my body, down the arms and into my hands. I cupped my hands like when holding a ball and focused on gathering the heat from my hands. A tiny glint appeared hovering between my hands, and a split second later grew to a massive Fyreball twice the size of my head. The panic-fueled rage kept this Fyre going, and I cast my arms forward to throw the Fyre out at the mist. At first it worked like a hot knife through butter, the Fyre streamed right trough, actually cutting into it a few meters. But then, as if the mist had a mind of it own, it condensed around the Fyre and quenched the line of Fyre I had thrown at it. I began freaking out when I saw this, and the fear began to quell the rage.
My Fyre began to diminish, and the mist got denser. Now the fatigue began to set in, and I fell to my knees. The Fyre, both in my hands and on my head was now gone and breathing got harder. It felt like the cold was now seeping into my lungs, choking me and making my vision darken. The voice now came again from an unknown place in the mist. “The Fyre shall not be allowed to continue” All my feelings began to fade, and my vision was almost gone. I collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. My vision was now completely gone, but I could still hear the quiet of the mist, and a deep cold laughter.



Then, just before I gave up trying anymore, I felt a sudden heat and the cold was gone. I coughed, trying to catch my breath, but then felt my energy return to me in. I looked around and all the mist was gone. There was a shining person standing with his back to me almost right in front of me, almost too bright too look at after being in almost complete darkness, and further away there was a swirl of grey. The grey condensed and took form as the fat, icy figure of my former boss, looking very angry. I got to my feet, but the shining figure held a hand back towards me. “Stand down kid” It said “This is too much for you right now”

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Chapter 4

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 4

The boss’ voice sounded from behind the door “Come in”. I slowly opened the door, and walked in. The boss was sitting with his thick head behind a newspaper. I closed the door behind me, completely shutting out the typing noises of the main room. Now the only sound was the tic of the large grandfather clock in the corner, the buzz of the computer behind the desk, and the slow creaking of the leather chair he was sitting in. I walked forward till I stood around a meter from the desk. The office itself was around the size of half a tennis court and had wall to wall luxury carpet, wooden panel walls and a big carved oak desk. A large window in the wall behind showed the view to the street many floors below.

He ruffled his newspaper, but held it before his face still. “You should KNOW that your mischief HAS been seen. This will NOT be tolerated!” He now lowered his newspaper and leaned forward in his chair whilst looking at me. “And my GOD, what have you DONE with you hair?” “I, uh, had...” I said before being cut off. “I DON’T CARE HOW IT HAPPENED! YOU ARE DISMISSED! Now get your stuff and LEAVE!” “What?” I said “On what basis?” This really pissed me off, what had I done. For a moment, the Fyre incident had left my thoughts. The boss leaned across his desk. “You DON’T ask questions here!” I took a step forward and looked him straight in the eyes. “Oh, you can’t just send me away without a good reason.” For a moment I thought a saw a glint of blue in his eyes, but then I felt a cold grip around my neck. He had grabbed me with his one hand whilst rising up so fast his chair bumped against the large window behind him. The he said in a slight whisper, very unlike him. “Oh, you do as I say!” Then he turned and with a superhuman force hurled me through the window behind him, launching me into the air 7 floors above the street.



For a moment of shock, I could only watch the cloudless sky above me. The wind rushed past my ears, blocking out the beeps and noises of the car traffic below. My mind was thoughtless with shock, whilst I fell in space. Then I saw the boss standing in the window I had just fallen out off. Then some primitive instinct kicked in, and everything seemed to slow down. I felt the heat rise once again, and the Fyre engulfed my head. I turned in mid air, stretching my arms down towards the ground. A blast of Fyre coming from my hands slowed my downward momentum, and lifted me upwards. I landed on the roof of the building opposite to my office. I wasn’t shocked; it was like it had all happened naturally. I turned to face the window I had been thrown out of; the boss was still standing there, and was looking very pissed. He took a few steps back, and then ran out the window, and made a huge leap towards where I was standing. In mid air, he seemed to crystallize, and I felt a chilling cold surround me. He landed a few meters from me, and his weight made cracks appear in a circle around him. Somehow I knew this was the Yce. The thing I had been sent to fight. He smiled whilst a thick mist seemed to appear from nowhere, surrounding me and leaving me unable to see even to the end of my arm. Then, from somewhere in the mist I heard, “No escape now”

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Chapter 3

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 3

The Fyre lifted from my sight. For a moment of delusion, I had no idea where I was, but then I recognized my office cubicle. My monitor had gone black, and my coffee cold. The only sound that could be heard was the monotone typing of keyboards in the office, the printer in the corner and the hot-drink machine pouring almost non stop. I looked around. Nothing seemed changed. Maybe it was just a dream I’d had while nodding off or something?

But even if it was, what the hell did it mean? That wasn’t just an average dream. While still wondering what it all meant, I heard a whisper behind me. “Hey man, where did you g… What happened to your hair dude?” And now I noticed that all my hair had disappeared. Running a hand over my scalp, I looked at the little mirror I had on my cubicle wall. True enough, it was all gone. “Whew, did you burn it or something? It reeks!” “Uh yeah, had an accident whilst out lighting a fag… I’ve, uh, got to go to the bathroom now.” “Tough luck dude” Tom said before getting back into his cubicle. I rose from my chair whilst moving the mouse. The screen slowly rebooted, showing the desktop of my computer. The clock said 9.25, half an hour since I opened that email.



I walked out of my cubicle, passing all the others sitting there either typing away or doing some mischief. I went to the end of the room, to the door saying “Men’s room” I walked inside, and went straight to the mirror. There was a slight smoke coming from my scalp. What the hell was the Fyre that orb had been talking about. I was now quite sure it had been real in some way; Tom seemed to have thought I had been gone for some time. I took a piece of paper hanging besides the sinks, and held it between two fingers. If this was real, then I should be able to ignite this.
I stared at the piece of paper for a while. Nothing happened. I focused on the thought: make this paper ignite. Still nothing happened. I put the paper down on the table. I was a bit relieved, but still a little disappointed. I turned to walk out the door, and then heard a sizzling noise behind me. The edge of the paper where I had held it had begun to burn a little. And in the surprise of this new event, the heat on around my head seemed to reappear. And whilst my head ignited once again, so did the paper, disappearing into a large fireball.

So this was real anyway? I was overwhelmed with many different emotions, some weird mix of passion, knowledge, will and power. And I suddenly got a sense of knowledge of what was going on. The Fyre, it was a sort of power that I had been infused with, and that I could control at will. I tried to lower the Fyre, and the flames disappeared from my head, and just in time, as the door to the bathroom opened. Tom poked his head in. “Hey dude, the boss wants to see you. You better hurry, he sounds pissed.” I went out of the bathroom and began to walk towards the boss’ room, whilst still wondering what this all meant, even though the sudden revelation. I barely knew I was at the door, before I almost banged my head into it. I knocked twice.

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Chapter 2

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 2


My head felt like it was burning; the flames were all I could see. It felt very hot, but I wasn’t getting hurt. Then the flames went away from my eyes, now lying as a sort of hair across my head. Now being able to see, I couldn’t see a thing. All was dark except the light streaming from my head. It felt like there was a floor, I wasn’t falling or anything. Getting on my feet I looked around. What the hell was happening? Where was I? I carefully tried to touch the flames on my head. My hand too just felt warm, not burned.

This whole plane was completely dark, not a light anywhere. I carefully took a step forward. But as soon as my foot hit the ground in font of me, it was like a huge explosion happened right in front of me, knocking me to the ground. The huge fireball raged for a bit, and then shrunk to a concentrated ball of red light. For a moment all I could do was look at it. Then I felt the enormous stream of energy surging from it. Energy as I had never felt before, of knowledge, of power, of will and of passion.



Then I heard a voice. Not as sound, not as a though, more like both at once. “You are the one who shall save the way of the Fyre. You shall combat the Yce. The Fyre is yours to control.” With this the red ball seemed to get smaller, or I was just pulled further away. And then the fire, or was it Fyre, filled my vision again, and all I could see and hear was the roar of it.

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Chapter 1

The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 1

Prologue

So this is where I am now? Of this battle that had been going on for eons, it HAD to be me to be the one to lead it? Why was it me, why was I the chosen one? Of all those who already knew of this conflict between the Fyre and the Yce, it had to be me? Looking around this winter landscape, it was hard to believe the innocent beginning I had come from. Left without Fyre, surrounded by my foes, my origins was still crystal clear to me…

Eight months earlier

It seemed like a good day today. Ever since I moved to San Francisco 5.5 years earlier from my home-country of Denmark, I had been working in this computer design corporation ever since. The sun shined on me as I walked down the road. Nothing special had happened to me today really, just your average late-April morning. I looked forward; the tall building containing my office loomed in front of me. Going in through the front door, I greeted the guard and went into the elevator. Someone was already in it as I pressed the button for floor 7, but I didn’t notice because of the coat the person was wearing, which blended in with the wooden backboard of the elevator. The thing that gave the person away was blue hair poking out around the waist. Our eyes caught for a second, I saw bright blue eyes staring back at me, but the rest of the face was concealed. We stood in silence as the awkward elevator music continued. We both got off at the 7th floor. She headed towards my boss’ room, I went to my cubicle.

This place was just a big square room with low dividing walls to make a lot of cubicles. It had taken me ages to just remember to find mine. I had only just sat down as my boss suddenly stood in the opening. “WHY ARE YOU LATE?!” he yelled. “Sir, I’m ten minutes early…” I answered. “DON’T TRY TO TEACH ME THE CLOCK! GET WORKING YOU SCUMBAG!” he walked off and slammed the door to his office. I caught a glimpse of that girl before the door closed. I booted my computer and Tom peeked over the wall. “He’s in a bad mood today eh?” he said. I leaned back in my chair and said “Does he even know of any other mood?” “Yeah, I guess not. We should get working I s’pose. Oh, by the way, check your email dude!” Tom sat down and I turned to my computer. Damn slow thing! It took ages to boot, so I went to the corner of the large office-cubicle room and got me a cookie and a cup of coffee.



I went back to my cubicle and saw my computer idle on the desktop. I booted fyrefox and went to my email inbox. Amongst a ton of spam I saw some invite from Tom which read ‘Tom Jerrie invited you to join Fyreball’. Curious what this new thing was, and also a bit stressed as I had a ton of work to do, I opened the mail and clicked the attached link. The browser opened the site and I had just enough time to see the ‘server error’ message before I got a huge zap from my mouse. Clutching my hand, I hurried out to the toilets and started to wash my slightly burned hand. Then the oddest thing happened to me, I began to feel really warm, the water on my hands started to vaporize and then my body seemed to catch on fire, but I didn’t get burned. The fire began to fill my vision till the point where I could no longer see, and my hearing too, and I started to suspect that I was no longer in the room.

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The Fyre Chronicles

Chapter 1

Prologue

So this is where I am now? Caught in despair, enemies surrounding me and without my Fyre? No one can help me now, but I must fight to the end. And still in this late hour I remember how it all began, back then in the time of innocence and of ignorance of these events, when I still knew nothing of the fight between Fyre and Yce. And I wonder why it was me? What made me special enough to become “the chosen one”? How did this all begin?

1 year earlier

It was a good day today. The sun was shining bright, and there was not really any traffic. I was on my way to work, in the computer design office. Whilst going by the lake, something bright caught my eye. Down by the waterside something shiny was reflecting the sun. But even before I could turn my head, it was gone. I just dismissed it as some garbage, a piece of glass or whatever.
I arrived at work ten minutes later, parking my car in the lot across the road from the office building. Walked in the front door, greeted the guard and took the elevator to the 7th floor where my office was. But as soon as the door opened, the boss was right on me. “WHY ARE YOU LATE?” he yelled in my face, followed be a shower of spit. “Sir, I’m ten minutes early. Maybe you didn’t adjust your clock after daylight savings?” This just seemed to get his face even redder. “DON’T COME HERE AND TRY TO TEACH ME THE CLOCK! GET TO WORK!” And with a slight ringing in my ears and a partially soaked face, I went to my cubicle.

Whilst booting my computer, Tom in the cubicle next to me peeked over the wall. “Hey, way to start the day dude, the boss is not in a good mood today it seems”. “Yeah, the least he could do would be to get the time right” I replied. “Yeah… We probably should get to work then. Oh and by the way, I send you an email you should see.” “Okay, Tom” I said turning to my now booted computer. Logging on to the internet, I went to my email folder. And there, amongst a ton of spam, the mail from Tom was. “Tom Jerrie invited you to join Fyreball”



Wondering what the hell Fyreball was I clicked the link. And then something weird happened. My face began to feel very hot, and suddenly all I could see was fire. But I didn’t get burned. And amongst the panic, I had a suspicion that I was no longer in my office.

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