The basic idea of this story is Captain Planet meets Lord of the Rings, where the bad guys are trying to wipe out the regular humans because they are destroying the environment and destroying the planet. Our five heroes will be born with the power to summon Captain Sauron and have to make a choice between saving the world and saving the human race. Still not sure where the horror aspect comes in other than the power itself slowly corrupting them and driving them to the insane point to make them summon Captain Sauron. Maybe I'll add a monster in there somewhere than none of them can stop, and it turns out is one of the heroes. Or something. Totally discovery writing this piece and may leave it in the first draft form unless everyone loves it.
Anyway, enjoy it with a picture of Captain Goo! My epic cat.
Chapter 1 (Rite of passage)
Please, by all the gods, say it was fire. It had to be fire. I lay down on the stone ritual table, one of five in the ritual room, already seeing the massive war hammer I would implant my soul crystal into once it had been taken from my body. Once I had become an adult.
Looming over me, Healer Aiga glanced down. Her pale hair and beautiful, dark skin made my mouth water. After this, she would no longer have a reason to turn down my marriage requests. Just because she was twice my age …
I bit into my lower lip, pushing thoughts of the village elders and other spectators around the room from my thoughts. Pushing the thoughts of my four friends on their tables from my thoughts. Only Aiga and my soul gem mattered right now.
A grin formed on Aiga’s full lips, and her turquoise eyes sparkled as she lifted her gauntlet, as she connected to her soul gem. “Are you ready, Tima?” Her voice was a mix of honey and sweet cakes, delicious to hear.
“Of course.” My voice only cracked a bit. I wasn’t nervous. Not one bit. I coughed to clear my throat and return my voice to its silvery, singsong pitch that would win me Aiga’s hand. “I was ready last year, love.”
“You know the rite of passage is only for those who have reached their sixteenth birthdays.”
“I’m clearly more mature than my age.” It was true. I was bigger than half the men in the village, taller and more built. That mostly came from working in the mines.
“I see.” Aiga placed her gauntleted hand on my chest. “Close your eyes. Remember, Tima, no matter how much this hurts, you can’t get off the table.”
“I know that.” I took a deep breath and steadied my nerves. I was ready for this. I wasn’t scared at all. “Let’s get started.”
I nodded just before everything went white, and pain locked my joints into place. Ahhhhhh! My toes curled. My teeth gritted. This. This wasn’t right. I was dying.
No, I couldn’t die here.
Flopping to the side, I came to the edge of the table.
Distant, Aiga’s voice cried out a warning. Something about an irregularity. About it never being like this before. About the other four having the same issues. About restraints.
Rough hands seized my shoulders and pressed me flat onto my back.
Breath fled my lungs.
Several other gasps and squeals of pain rang out around the ritual room.
Not good. They were all going to die.
I thrashed against the man holding me down. He couldn’t know what we were going through.
My muscles revolted against me. No matter how strong I was. No matter how much Master Jillinz had trained me to be one of his new merchants. I. I was helpless. Dead. I—
Blackness engulfed me.
I gasped and sat up. I. I shook my head.
The soft couch underneath me was one of the longest ones in Aiga’s house. I had slept on it enough to know, waiting on friends or my mother to be healed.
A pounding headache settled into my head, and something drew me to the fireplace across the living room.
I stood, stooping to not hit my head on Aiga’s hanging lamp as I moved around the coffee table and between the two smaller couches.
On the fireplace’s mantel, inside a small glass box lay a triangle shaped crystal as big as my finger and the color of a blooming pink rose. The same kind of rose Aiga liked.
The crystal pulsed. A pressure worked its way into my head, and it was all I could do not to scream.
Teeth gritted, I glared at the crystal. “What. Are. You. Doing to me?”
“Establishing our link,” the crystal said inside my head.
I stumbled backwards, the coffee table taking my feet out from under me. Luckily, the couch was soft, but my head still clipped the wall with a thunk.
“Was that really necessary?” the crystal asked.
“You. You can talk.” I rubbed at the lump forming on the back of my head.
“Clearly. I can move too when not hindered by some container designed to hold soul crystals.”
“Was removing me from your body that traumatic? Oh well. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Barges, and I’m a psychic soul crystal.”
Next: Chapter 2