Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 21:33:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lord-Ragnarok <xxlordragnarokxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Resurrection Of The Fallen: Chapter One

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Resurrection Of The Fallen: Chapter One

By: NameChameleon

xxlordragnarokxx@yahoo.com



Stranded. Its been four years since I've been stranded on this island. It
seems only yesterday that my little plane crash landed on this god forsaken
island. I was on my way back to California from Hawaii when a sudden
thunder storm hit. My plane was struck about three times before everything
failed. Next thing I know, I'm laying on my back on this island. Let me
describe the island and how I've been able to live for so long alone. The
island is about 10 miles from the west to the east coast, so its not that
big. But the thing that is really interesting about this island is that in
the middle, there are ruins of a small temple. This temple is where I live
now. The area surrounding the temple seems to be well kept with animals,
fruits and vegetables. It seems that there is mysterious force keeping a
tranquil peace on the surrounding area. So, for four years I've been living
off fruits, vegetables and the occasional fish. Some people would have gone
mad living alone like this but I found it to my liking. The seclusion
allowed me peace of thought and I was able to finally found peace within my
life. Sure, I missed my home, but I was more of a loner back home. Anyway,
that's the story on how I've got here and how I've survived. Now, lets get
back to present day.

~~~~~

Today, I woke up feeling really weird, like something big was going to
happen. I dismissed the feeling as just a feeling of a oncoming storm. So,
I just went out to pick my breakfast. My breakfast consisted of a mango and
a coconut. Heh, I find that I've grown to love these two fruits. After
that, I felt like going fishing for lunch and dinner, so I started my 5
hour trek to the coast. Although I really didn't have a fishing pole, I
used a spear that I had created over the years. I created this spear
originally to defend me from wild, vicious animals, but it seems that all
the animals of this island take to me quite fondly. The animals were my
company on this island. They became my friends, and I even named a few of
them. Heh, I must be losing it. Anyway, on the way to the beach, I had a
felling that I was being followed. I knew that sometimes I have animals
following me but this feeling was a ominous feeling. Something dark, or
evil was following me. Naturally, I quickened my pace. Instead of the usual
5 hour trip to the beach, I reached it in what I guess is about 2 hours. I
looked out into the sea. It was pretty calm today, so I hoped to get some
mackerel. Yum. The water was pretty cold and that was odd. The ocean was
always warm whenever I've went out, so this struck me pretty weird. I
stabbed at the school of fish that passed me, and to my surprise, I struck
two really good sized ones. Satisfied, I turned back to face the island.
What I saw nearly gave me a heart attack.

It was a robed figure, cloaked in all black, clutching a staff. After the
shock off seeing someone human (or so I hoped) after all these years, I
smiled and started towards the cloaked stranger. Halfway there I stopped. I
recognized this scene before and this man I knew instantly. In the ruined
temple, I had found a book. This book was bound in leather, and inside was
pages upon pages of pictures and writing I did not understand. The reason
that had stopped because on the last page of the book was a picture. On the
left side of the picture depicted a naked man clutching a staff on his
knees dying. On the right side was figure in all black pointing a staff of
pure black. The dying man was outlined in an aura of light, while the other
in a aura of darkness. I was brought back to reality when a blow hit me. At
first it had only stunned me, but after a few seconds, I realized that I
had about three cuts oh my arm. Shit. The pain hit me like a train. In a
matter of seconds, I was sent reeling to my knees. I clutched the spear so
that I would not fall completely to the sandy floor. I slowly stood back
up, ready to fight back, though I knew it was useless, but I never was a
quitter. Then it laughed and then spoke in a terrible voice that shattered
my sanity.

"Fool, do you think that you can survive? You face the darkest being in
this universe. Prepare to DIE!"

What happened next was etched forever into my memory. The thing raised it
staff and started shouting odd sounds. The next thing I know flames had
erupted around me. I was trapped. Smoke, though I know not where it came
from, filled my lungs. The last thing I remember was the things laugh. It
was a mocking screeching laugh that haunts me to this day.

~~~~~

"Is he dead?"

"No, he will survive. Although I do not know how he did. He faced Him. No
one has survived his wrath before."

"I do not know either. Do you think he is the one the prophesy has spoken
about?"

"No, it cannot be. I sense no powers within this one. The prophesy claims
of a being of supreme power."

"Do you know why He went after this one? Maybe he is the one? Is there a
way to make sure? We both know that the Days are coming fast, and we are in
need of the one who carries within him the light...

"Hmmm, well, we shall test him after he has recovered. You shall send him
to me when he has awaken."

"Yes, your Excellency"

				   ~~~~~

Bright, it was too bright. Through my eyelids, I could sense the bright
light. I slowly opened my eyes, and I was right. Wherever I was, it was too
bright for my liking. Suddenly, the light dimmed, and I was no longer
blinded. A voice filled the room, alarming me.

"So... You have recovered. I apologize for the light. I forget that you
always hated bright lights." The voice was a deep male voice, but it was
soothing voice. I felt myself calm down when he finished his words.
Suddenly, I remembered what had transpired before. I sat up and then
frantically searched the room, and then I saw something that I was not
prepared for.

It was my deceased friend. After seeing that, I was not surprised when
darkness enveloped me again.

~~~~~

"Mmmm... that feels good." I moaned as a felt a warmth that spread though
and relaxed my whole body. It felt like, well, heaven.

"Ok, good, you're still alive." It was him. So I wasn't dreaming. God how
I've missed that voice. That voiced belonged, no, belongs to my supposedly
dead friend, Derrick. A few days after my graduation from college, I had
received terrible news. My friend Derrick was killed in an accident. His
car had veered off the Pacific Coast Highway. I felt that I had died too,
when I heard this. But now, I was hearing his voice again, and I knew that
it was him. I felt tears running down my face as I opened my eyes for the
second time and saw his face. It was as beautiful as I had last seen it.

"Come on now, don't cry. I'm here now." God that voice was beautiful.

"Why are you here? You're supposed to be dead! I'm supposed to be dead! Why
am I still alive?"

"Shh... I'll explain it all to you tomorrow. I want you to rest tonight.
You will have answers tomorrow. Ok?" He looked at me with those emerald
eyes. Although I did not feel tired, I knew that when I looked into those
eyes, I could not refuse. I laid back down and was surprised when sleep
claimed me.

~~~~~

I woke the next day felling very much alive. I was still confused about as
to why all this was happening, but I forced myself to stay calm and be
rational about this. I guess the four years alone on the island taught me
to be patient, as I suddenly felt myself forget the questions I had. The
room was, well, a room. It had only one window. Wait. This room looked
really familiar. I looked out the window and I saw the familiar
surroundings. Refusing to believe it, I burst out of my room and was
astonished to find myself that I was in the temple that I had made my home
for those years. The only difference, I saw, was that this temple was not
in ruins. The temple was magnificently built. It had a feeling of reverence
that I had not felt since I first stepped into the ruined temple four years
ago. Before, the only room intact was the room I just came out of. This
temple was beautiful. I had no words for it. I remembered the place where I
had found the book, so I went to find it, thinking that maybe if the book
was still here, I might not be dead. Outside the supposed room where I had
found it, was standing two figures. They were cloaked in black. Images of
the last figure flashed through my mind. The terrible voice filled my mind.
I turned pale white and ran as fast as I could away from those figures. I
found myself back in my room. On my bed, Derrick sat with a sad smile on
his face. I was suddenly calmed as I entered his presence.

"I'm sorry you had to encounter the Dark Robes. I had to put them there to
prevent you from accessing the Book Of Prophesies."

"Book of what? Aren't those *things* evil? You know, one of those things
*did* kill me. Or so I think."

He patted the spot next to him, indicating me to sit. As I sat down to him
I noticed something that I had not before. He was wearing a cloak also, but
it was of pure red. He smiled at me as I noticed myself looking at his
lips. Oops.

"Hehehe... well I guess you never got over that crush on me, huh?"

What the hell? Did he know? How did he know? That's impossible! I never
gave any indication before that I did or had!

"Shut up. Don't toy with me. You promised me answers last night. Now I want
some damn answers."

"Tsk, tsk, I thought that you became patient after all those years alone?"
Ok, this was getting weird. How did he know I was alone?

"You knew I was alone for all those years? And you DIDN'T do ANYTHING about
it?! I though you were supposed to be my friend?!" This was crazy. I was
shouting at someone dead. All my logic disappeared as I jumped form my seat
and faced him.

"YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! What kind of sick trick is this!? WHO THE
HELL ARE YOU!?" Ballistic. I finally went ballistic. How dare this person
imitate someone I had loved so dearly.

"You sick fuck. You're gonna die for imitating the dead and playing with
me!" With that said took a step and punched the so called Derrick.

Pain.

I had aimed for the face, but was met with a blinding pain as I felt my
fist hit something solid. What did I hit? I looked at my fist and noticed
that my hand was but a few inched from his face, but something was keeping
me from hitting it. What the fuck?

"What the fuck is this?" Really losing it. Repeating what I'm saying.

"Magic." He said simply with a smile on his face. What an ass.

"Ohhh. Magic really now! I SO believe that! So your saying that you have a
"barrier" that's protecting you from me? Oh! Then I should be able to make
fireballs and ice right? Ha!"

"Then look at your hands." And so I did.

My right hand was glowing blue and my left and was glowing. What the hell?

"Ohh! I'm glowing! Oh! So I can do THIS?" I put my hands together and just
for the hell of it, thought in my mind that he legs were encased in ice and
his cloak on fire. I was shocked as words that I had only heard once before
came out of MY mouth. Suddenly, my hands started doing weird motions. The
glow of my hands were leaving weird trails of red and blue light that
lingered in the air. Out of where, when my hands stopped, and quickly, palm
pointed up, towards the person sitting on the bed. A flash of bright light
blinded me for a second, and when my pupils recovered, I was awestruck as I
say the person's feet encased in ice and his cloak in crimson fire. I was
shocked. Darkness engulfed me for third time.

~~~~~

Interesting. For your first spell, you didn't kill yourself. Good Job.

What the hell? What was that voice I was hearing?

It's me, doofus, Derrick. So, still don't believe me?

Why are you in my head?

Ah, cuz well, after you preformed your little stunt, Your spell reflected
off me after a few moments and... it rebounded onto you. Your body is
still.. being.. mended at the moment.  Do I want to know how bad it is?

Nope.  Ok. You can leave my head now. Still mad. Wake me when my body is
mended.

Ok.

Then my mind went blank.

~~~~~

"You know, you like to pass out a lot." Ah. It was that damned voice yet
again.

"Why don't you ever leave me alone? You left me years ago, but why do you
have to come back?" I really did not want to say this, but something inside
me felt that it would be better if I did.

"Well, you see my dear Michael, when you opened that book four years ago,
you opened up a can or worms."

"What do you mean? Is that damn book the cause of this? And why wont you
let me see it?" It had struck me weird that he was willing to scare me half
to death with those Dark Robes. My body gave an involuntary shudder as I
remembered my encounter briefly.

"Well, if you really want to know. Open your eyes and sit up." And I did
just that.

"Ok, what I'm about to do will probably drain me for a week or two, so I'm
trusting you to take care of me while I'm out." He accompanied those words
with a sly smile. Oh great.

"Wait, just what exactly are you going to do? More magic?" I said that
apprehensively, but deep inside, I really did want to see more.

"Yep. I'm going to bring you back in time."

"Wait, wait, you can go back in time?"

"Yes I can, but we will be going back as `ghosts'. We only use time travel
to learn from the past. Only one person has attempted to change the past
and you have seen what it has done to Him." A dark shadow appeared oh his
face as he mentioned `Him'.

"You mean the guy that...?"

"Yes, but we'll get into him later. Now come with me." And with a swish of
his crimson robes, he swept out the door. I had to literally jump out and
run after him, as he was halfway down the hall when I had gone out the
door. Derrick led me to the center of the temple. I noticed that a circle,
almost similar to the one I had drawn into the air was glowing on the
floor, but with a golden aura. This should be interesting.

"Ok. Take this staff, and whatever you do, what ever you see, DO NOT let go
of it. If you do you will be lost in time, and that is a card of fate that
you do not want to be dealt." He handed me a staff that was white. It was
just like a piece of wood that was taller than me and was white.

"Stand in the small circle with that insignia and plant the staff into the
hole in front of it."

As I did this, I noticed that the magic circle had completely changed.
Instead of just glowing lines, the lines and circles had taken physical
appearance. The lines were now made of a silvery looking dust with a golden
tint to it. Now I was very intrigued.

"*sigh* Ok, remember, do not let go of the staff. Oh, and don't say
anything until I say so."

With that he stood into the small circle a few feet in from of me.
Derrick's staff appeared out of nowhere in his hands. He set the staff in
the hole in form of him and it just stood there as he let go of it. His
hands were glowing gold in a flash and his hands were doing complicated
movements as his lips moved quickly and silently. When his hands stopped.
After a few moments, it seems that nothing happened, but suddenly, my feet
felt like they were being pulled down into the ground. The lines of dust of
the magic circle were burning like a fuse from the circles around our feet
and outwards, to the other intricate lines and symbols in the circle. When
the dust was gone, purple lines replaced the dust and then floor within the
circle turned pitch black. I now understood as why I was instructed to
hold-on to my staff. It felt like I was falling, as the pull on my feet
became stronger by the second. I longed to scream as a dark figure appeared
between me and Derrick, but somehow, my mouth kept shut. Another figure
appeared behind the dark one, but this time it was pure white. They started
walking towards two globes of their opposing colors that had appeared
without my knowledge.

"Michael! When they reach the globes, we will disappear through the portal
below us! Remember do no--" His voice was suddenly cut off as a shriek of
laugher pierced though the temple.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Do not think that this spell will save you!" The two figures
reached the globes as the room was engulfed in pure darkness.