Rise of the Shadows (C8: Figures in the Desert)
Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 3:17 am
This is a re-written and about-to-be-completed version of an old story, Rise of the Shadows. It's a Rayman fanfic that involves game locations and characters, my own characters, and some of the characters of my friends (namely Pyra and Lady Knaaren).
You can find an archive on the Realm of Starlight and Fire in the Admins' Gallery, if you get sick of looking around for all the individually-posted chapters. Please comment, give suggestions on some of the chapters that maybe I can look out for as I write more, and so on.

Prologue
Commander Zaroff was told of a new prisoner that was taken to the dungeons beneath his military fortress deep within the Eastern Swamplands. He has been captured alone, separated from his platoon. They have captured many rival soldiers from Rintu, the nation west of their borders, but this particular soldier was different. He had the ability to form and manipulate fire.
The fairies rarely granted powers to anyone, especially those who were fighting for warring nations like the Swamplands and Rintu. This prisoner must have gotten his powers from another source.
They kept the prisoner under control by taking advantage of his weakness towards water. Everyday, Zaroff asked where he received his powers and always got back the same answer. “I've had them as long as I could remember,” he said. Everyday, they continuously tortured him, and every night, he was thrown back into his cell, too weak to even try and escape. Days came and went. They eventually turned into weeks. Zaroff was losing the war with Rintu. He was desperate for some advantage over his foes. After six weeks, Zaroff was sick of the prisoner's lies. He had to get his powers somewhere, and Zaroff will find them without him. The commander finished the prisoner off, and his body was left to rot in his cell.
This was not truly the end of the prisoner's life; after he died that day, he temporarily lost all memory of who and what he was. He was just walking down a hallway with what appeared to him as red brick walls. Ahead of him was a light, and behind him was darkness.
“Are you going to just let go and give up that easily, Phoenixan?” The prisoner automatically responded to the name and turned around towards the darkness.
“What do you mean?” he asked. A dark creature who's skin was hidden constantly behind shadow appeared before him.
“You mean you don't know?” the creature's glowing blue eyes glared at Phoenixan. Phoenixan's memory then returned to him, and he instantly felt fear, anger, and a great need for revenge. “Yes, I can tell that you know now.”
“How can you feel my thoughts?” Phoenixan questioned. Can this creature actually understand what I'm really feeling? he thought to himself.
“I am one who has been banished to stay here by the fairies of your world. I know how you feel, because I hold the power to control shadow. I can grant you with the same powers, and I can allow you to step back into the world of the living, where you can avenge yourself and others like you or me. There is just one thing that you have to do in return: someday, you have to set me free from my place of exile.”
Phoenixan thought for a moment about the shadowed creature's proposal. Not only will he be able get his own revenge, but maybe he'll be a part of something larger. Too many lands fall under the oppression of power leaders or keepers of magic. Maybe he'd be doing something right. Who cared if he was just causing more death in the process. Sacrifices were necessary. “I'll do it, but why are you choosing me?”
“Because, you are born different, are you not? You are a chosen new guardian for the world. People hate you because you are different, and they know that you are going to bring change, but they can't stop your destiny.”
Is it my destiny to be a killer? Maybe. It's something I've always done, and I've become pretty good at my job, though I regret it. Phoenixan looked at the creature and nodded. Sacrifices are still necessary to fulfill a greater cause.
The creature lifted his hand from a veil of shadow. It was covered in metal armor with numerous flexible joints. Phoenixan's vision began to blur, and he felt a falling sensation. He felt that he should be feeling himself hitting the ground any time soon, but the blow never came. He just kept on falling. Suddenly, the falling sensation stopped, and it was quickly replaced by dizziness. His vision slowly unblurred. Phoenixan was back in his dungeon cell.
The door was open, and another being like himself was sitting on the other side of the room with his face towards the dirty stone walls. He was sitting on the floor with his feet behind him, crying. “Rayman?” Phoenixan said, struggling to speak. He didn't realize how weak he really was right until then. It was probably a miracle that his body could even sustain life. The other limbless being immediately stood up off of the floor and turned around. He still had tears in his dark blue eyes. “Brother! You're alive!” He ran towards the door and yelled out into the hall. “Hey! He's alive!” Two soldiers from Rintu's side came in with a stretcher and hoisted Phoenixan onto it. As they carried him out of the dungeon, Rayman followed at his side. “I thought that you were really gone.”
Rayman was only ten years old, four years younger than Phoenixan was. Phoenixan really didn't want him to worry so much or suffer any of the same things he did. Not now. “Don't worry,” Phoenixan said, “I won't be going anywhere.”
You can find an archive on the Realm of Starlight and Fire in the Admins' Gallery, if you get sick of looking around for all the individually-posted chapters. Please comment, give suggestions on some of the chapters that maybe I can look out for as I write more, and so on.
Prologue
Commander Zaroff was told of a new prisoner that was taken to the dungeons beneath his military fortress deep within the Eastern Swamplands. He has been captured alone, separated from his platoon. They have captured many rival soldiers from Rintu, the nation west of their borders, but this particular soldier was different. He had the ability to form and manipulate fire.
The fairies rarely granted powers to anyone, especially those who were fighting for warring nations like the Swamplands and Rintu. This prisoner must have gotten his powers from another source.
They kept the prisoner under control by taking advantage of his weakness towards water. Everyday, Zaroff asked where he received his powers and always got back the same answer. “I've had them as long as I could remember,” he said. Everyday, they continuously tortured him, and every night, he was thrown back into his cell, too weak to even try and escape. Days came and went. They eventually turned into weeks. Zaroff was losing the war with Rintu. He was desperate for some advantage over his foes. After six weeks, Zaroff was sick of the prisoner's lies. He had to get his powers somewhere, and Zaroff will find them without him. The commander finished the prisoner off, and his body was left to rot in his cell.
This was not truly the end of the prisoner's life; after he died that day, he temporarily lost all memory of who and what he was. He was just walking down a hallway with what appeared to him as red brick walls. Ahead of him was a light, and behind him was darkness.
“Are you going to just let go and give up that easily, Phoenixan?” The prisoner automatically responded to the name and turned around towards the darkness.
“What do you mean?” he asked. A dark creature who's skin was hidden constantly behind shadow appeared before him.
“You mean you don't know?” the creature's glowing blue eyes glared at Phoenixan. Phoenixan's memory then returned to him, and he instantly felt fear, anger, and a great need for revenge. “Yes, I can tell that you know now.”
“How can you feel my thoughts?” Phoenixan questioned. Can this creature actually understand what I'm really feeling? he thought to himself.
“I am one who has been banished to stay here by the fairies of your world. I know how you feel, because I hold the power to control shadow. I can grant you with the same powers, and I can allow you to step back into the world of the living, where you can avenge yourself and others like you or me. There is just one thing that you have to do in return: someday, you have to set me free from my place of exile.”
Phoenixan thought for a moment about the shadowed creature's proposal. Not only will he be able get his own revenge, but maybe he'll be a part of something larger. Too many lands fall under the oppression of power leaders or keepers of magic. Maybe he'd be doing something right. Who cared if he was just causing more death in the process. Sacrifices were necessary. “I'll do it, but why are you choosing me?”
“Because, you are born different, are you not? You are a chosen new guardian for the world. People hate you because you are different, and they know that you are going to bring change, but they can't stop your destiny.”
Is it my destiny to be a killer? Maybe. It's something I've always done, and I've become pretty good at my job, though I regret it. Phoenixan looked at the creature and nodded. Sacrifices are still necessary to fulfill a greater cause.
The creature lifted his hand from a veil of shadow. It was covered in metal armor with numerous flexible joints. Phoenixan's vision began to blur, and he felt a falling sensation. He felt that he should be feeling himself hitting the ground any time soon, but the blow never came. He just kept on falling. Suddenly, the falling sensation stopped, and it was quickly replaced by dizziness. His vision slowly unblurred. Phoenixan was back in his dungeon cell.
The door was open, and another being like himself was sitting on the other side of the room with his face towards the dirty stone walls. He was sitting on the floor with his feet behind him, crying. “Rayman?” Phoenixan said, struggling to speak. He didn't realize how weak he really was right until then. It was probably a miracle that his body could even sustain life. The other limbless being immediately stood up off of the floor and turned around. He still had tears in his dark blue eyes. “Brother! You're alive!” He ran towards the door and yelled out into the hall. “Hey! He's alive!” Two soldiers from Rintu's side came in with a stretcher and hoisted Phoenixan onto it. As they carried him out of the dungeon, Rayman followed at his side. “I thought that you were really gone.”
Rayman was only ten years old, four years younger than Phoenixan was. Phoenixan really didn't want him to worry so much or suffer any of the same things he did. Not now. “Don't worry,” Phoenixan said, “I won't be going anywhere.”