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The Red Pike
Red’s story, part 11
The artifacts, they were vibrating, making a strange sound. Then, the artifacts wanted her to go somewhere else, but she felt she needed her army. Red swam back to base, and informed the others about what happened.
“We’ll see what’s there, and we can destroy everything we can.” Said Tentacles. Then everyone followed Red to where the artifacts wanted her to go, and then they arrived. It was chaotic, probably a battle happening here.
“Destroy every creature, I recognize the boat and the flag, I want to deal with those personally.” Red said. The other creatures listened and swam off to destroy everything they could. Red swam up to the surface, and saw humans. One held a pike, and he was also near a corpse. I dived back down, and forced my tentacles to exit the ocean, and then I attacked the humans. I suddenly saw two humans in the ocean next to me. I stopped what I was doing, and swiped a tentacle at them. I missed, and I noticed one had claws. The other one, I couldn’t see what weapon. I swiped my tentacle at the one with claws, barely missing. Then they disappeared. How had I managed to lose sight of them? I flipped a motorboat over, and then brought my tentacles to the surface and hit the sand with them, hopefully hitting something. Instead, I felt a piercing pain. I remembered this, back when I had destroyed this person’s boats so long ago. I dived down in to the ocean, and then I quickly examined my tentacles. Nothing too bad, just but a few scratches. Then, something huge entered the ocean, it had fur, along with a sharp metal axe, and full metal armour. I grabbed the creature with a few of my tentacles, bringing it further into the water. My best bet was to try and drown this thing, then nothing could stand in my way, and I could get my home back from the evil humans that have taken so much away from me.
The Red Pike
Nerva’s Story Part Fourteen
By Red Dragon
They rode for about a day, when they found their base. It wasn’t very hard to find considering they had dire bears and terror birds stationed around the camp. The scout said he saw another scout get shot down around here, but it was dark now. They looked down and saw the solder’s dead body and his pteranodon, both face planted into the ground. “On my signal, attack.” Nerva said to his troops. “Three, two, one... CHARGE!” Siyu, Christopher, and Tyrana all looked up and were greeted with Argentavis, Pteranodons, and Tapejara swooping down to attack them. Dire bears, terror birds, and even trikes were killed, and the base was destroyed, yet the three all escaped without injury. A roar echoed from the trees, and this was a roar that Nerva knew. Goliath burst out of the trees and started attacking all creatures. Siyu, Christopher and Tyrana all escaped east and were lost in the trees. When they were found again they had commandeered a motorboat from one of Nerva’s scouts. The scout’s body was still on the deck, and she had an arrow in her left shoulder. Nerva instructed his troops to fight Goliath, and he landed his Argentavis on the deck of the motorboat. He wanted to kill Siyu personally.
The Red Pike
Nerva’s Story Part Fourteen
By Red Dragon
Nerva was riding with a good portion of his legion for about half an hour, to where they lost their scout. Another nearby scout said he was shot from the air somewhere over the south-east jungle. Near Herbivore Island. Good. If he needs it he will be able to get support, but as he was bringing three Giganatosaurus, and six Tyrannosaurus, all in Cryopods, he most likely would not need it. However, it had been confirmed that Tyrana had at least one Giganatosaurus, and countless other creatures. This wouldn’t be a fight. It would be a war. They circled and found the enemies, and Nerva landed, his men threw the Cryopods down, and they were instantly surrounded. “For the amount of creatures you have, you were hard to find.” Siyu aimed his bow at Nerva, but one of Nerva’s men shot it out of his hands. The same thing happened with Christopher and Tyrana. “And now you are dismarmed.” Nerva said. “Not quite.” Returned Tyrana.” Suddenly, an army of creatures charged out of the trees. It ate at least two soldiers and the massive beasts clashed. Tyrana, Siyu and Christopher escaped to a nearby boat that was being manned by one of Nerva’s soldiers. They killed the soldier and moved her body and took control of the boat. Nerva landed on the boat with his Argentavis, who shrieked at the group. Rockwell and his Quetzalcoatlus landed too, and they dismounted their mounts. Nerva took on Tyrana and Siyu, and Rockwell took on Christopher. Suddenly, a roar came from the trees. A roar that Nerva knew...
Man, that’s awful Sylveevee, I’m sorry that happened to you. I’ll be praying for you if it’s okay!! If you need time away from the Dex because of this, I think we all will understand. As the other’s said, it’s a crazy era in the world. I hope you feel better!!
Hi Reader!! It’s been a long time since we’ve seen you!!!
Until Next Time!!
-PrimalApex:)
Well yesterday i learned from my online friend that one of my close online friends killed themself and the one that killed themself didn’t tell me anything about it and my other online friend had told me yesterday cause they haven’t been on for a while… the close online friend killed themself on oct 19 23 i just learned about it yesterday 😭😭😭😭😭😭
-a grieving sylveevee
Mysterious person who left name unwritten. Idk, maybe we would know who you are. We often think about those who joined at the time but have since disappeared. Heck, there’s even a story that has a good number of writers as cameo characters so we might know you. Anyhow, I hope you continue coming here!!!
Until Next Time!!!
-PrimalApex:)
Normally, yes Syl, Sunny writes right after Ben. But in this case, this is the finale and I will be doing one the main pieces of draft for it before showing it to the other current writers who write TOT to see if any additional scenes should be added or removed. Or if any editing is needed. I think Ben will send you the draft over Disc. And Sunny will show MGG the draft. So that’s way no one will be left out in this writing process.
-PrimalApex:)
The Arks: Over Heaven
Epilogue: Closure
Original Post Date: Oct 7, 2024
Note: The story starts in Wyvern.
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Hey.
It’s me. Ben.
Been a while since I’ve written in this thing. I thought I was done with writing, especially after everything that happened. Not on the island, though. I think you know what I mean. If you don’t, then, that’s okay. I didn’t ask for you to know.
You’re probably wondering how I’m talking to you like this. Truth is, I’m the author of this book. And you’re probably wondering how I know. About the others. How they felt and all of that. Well, just know that you can always tell what someone’s thinking by their eyes.
I never wanted to write about this. But I needed to take my mind off things.
Not everyone gets their good ending. I know that much, even though I wish it were the case all of the time. It’s reality. The truth. Time and time, we all suffer. The power falls in the hands of fate.
You might be wondering why this isn’t my story, then, if I’m the one writing it. Frankly, I didn’t want to write about myself. There’s a lot of things I don’t want to tell you. Not anymore. And I think Samuel deserved the spotlight more than I did.
Hey, if you’re still reading? Maybe you should stop.
I don’t really get this whole ‘constellation’ thing myself. It always confused me. I never could really grasp it. But I think now I am. So, I’ll say it right now: you probably want to know my ending. That’s why you’re here. Or, maybe not? Maybe you’re just curious. Maybe you’ve stumbled upon this by pure chance. But I think I’m starting to understand what she was talking about.
We’re all books. Poems. Stories. Waiting to be read and uncovered.
And someone’s always watching.
You. And everyone else, who’s eyes also grace this text.
Hell, I’d know because I haven’t shown anyone this story. But everytime I finished a chapter of the story, everytime I revealed a bit more about someone, the stars sparkled ever so slightly. Even in the lonely night of the West. That can’t be a coincidence, right?
I’m tired. You couldn’t understand how this feels. Knowing your whole life was a story to be told to beings in the sky you can’t even see or reach.
Maybe if nobody reads my ending, then it would have never happened.
Maybe if nobody reads my ending, things will be okay. Is it selfish of me to ask you to stop reading my ending, instead of someone else’s? Maybe. No, it is. I know it is.
I never asked for closure.
The others did.
I didn’t want it to end. Really, I did. How is it her fault that she knows more than she lets on?
There’s no point in trying anymore.
I give up.
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I remember it clearly. Walking up to the steps of my home, where my family would be waiting, worried sick. I was so exhausted. And tired. The memories didn’t come flooding in immediately. Only until after I opened my gift.
I remember stepping away from the front door. I felt a call to go back to her. And I listened to the call. I remember messaging my family. That I wouldn’t be back for a while. I think that would have held them over.
I remember walking into the plane back home. The doors closing, and then the silence. It was so, so quiet. I reflected on my journey. What was the point? Why go through all of that?
I remember looking down. I felt something in my pocket. I reached into it, and pulled out a gift. The gift my father gave me that long, long time ago. I felt surprised. What was this doing here? I didn’t remember touching it for so long.
I didn’t question it. I put my fingers on the lid, and then peeled the lid off.
Inside was a note, and a variety of trinkets.
I inspected the trinkets. A used syringe, a piece of gauze, a coin, a candle, some pieces of grass, and a plastic wand. They didn’t intrigue me. But they felt familiar to me. It reminded me of my cousins, for some reason. I felt my mind spark.
There was a watch. I took it out. It wasn’t a fancy one. It looked like something survivalists would use. I slipped it on my wrist. I felt familiarity wash over my bones.
The final trinket was a necklace with a gold, four-pointed star. This definitely felt familiar.
I put the necklace on, and looked at the note at the bottom.
“Don’t forget.”
And suddenly, I began to remember!
Everything came rushing into my head like a truck. Every single adventure, every single friendship, every single conflict. It was as if a lock was broken off in my mind. It had been there all this time, just tucked away in a place where I could never remember. Had I really asked Emma to make me forget? I had. I didn’t want to return, but I knew I would have eventually. I needed that world to move on. He was right.
I looked at the palms of my hands. I didn’t feel an urge to go though. Even after everything. Even after John. Even after Ian stopped communication, even after Paul hid away in his home, even after I saw Carlos wandering the city without purpose.
Someone was still waiting for me back home.
Her.
~
The rest of the plane ride, I heard many unwanted thoughts. I pushed them away, knowing who it was. Not this time.
After walking out of the plane, I remember bumping into an old man. That felt blurry. He asked me if I was okay, since I looked tired. And he said I looked familiar. I guess he couldn’t recognize me from the news about Terran High. That’s another thing. I remember hearing the whispers about it in the West. For a moment, the violence that resided seemed to fade. Many seemed to be in mourning, out of respect.
Anyway, the old man asked me if I was okay, right? Yeah, he did. I remember saying I was, and that I just had intense jet lag. It was nice of him to ask me.
He introduced himself as Old Man Johnson. Apparently, one of his grandchildren was a victim of Terran High. He never said who it was. We had a nice chat about it. I remember feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. At least someone could understand.
I remember him wishing me good luck. And I wished him luck as well.
I walked out of the airport, breathing in the air. It felt musky, and rough. Just at home. It was still day time. I remember it being around 1:13 PM. I wondered what she was doing. Was she worried? Probably not. She knew it all.
Sometimes I wish she didn’t know so much.
Maybe what happened wouldn’t have happened.
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The sun was beginning to set, its streaks of light blending away with the rest of the sky.
I remember walking down familiar streets, filled with unfamiliar people. Everyone seemed so quiet. Everything seemed so quiet. The West was something, to say the least.
I remember passing by the cemetery. I looked out at all of the graves. It reminded me of what happened. And then I felt a sudden urge to visit. I grasped my red backpack straps.
When was I carrying this?
I didn’t remember. But I had a feeling I knew who it was.
I pushed past into the lively grass. Rays of light pushed eerie fog out of the way. It was like it was parting for me. There wasn’t a sense of dread entering the cemetery, but release. Some form of, I guess you could call it peace. These people were at peace.
I remember traveling far. And far, and far, until I couldn’t walk anymore.
It was quiet. There was nothing except the sound of the hollow wind. And the chirping of birds. Flowers bloomed under my footsteps. It reminded me of her again. And then, I felt a bouquet of flowers grow in my hand. Light blue hibiscus. I remembered all the promises I broke.
“Take care of this flower, will you?”
“You have my word we will meet again safely.”
“Find a purpose, okay? Promise me. Promise me you will find a purpose in this life.”
“Promise me one day you’ll be able to understand others as I have.”
“I promise I’ll come back. And we can do the things we were destined to do. I promise, I promise.”
I clutched onto the bouquet tighter. I felt the grass under my feet shift, suddenly. The soft, hard touch of the stems brushed against my hand. The backpack I wore felt heavier, and my watch felt uncomfortable. The wind slowly dragged my hair and thin black jacket to the side.
The air felt heavier.
I mustered energy to take a few steps.
I took a moment to look.
It’s her name, embedded into the gravestone. A visible death date, and birthday scribbled on. Nothing but a name, and no flowers in sight.
Can’t say that I was surprised either.
I just thought that maybe, MAYBE I could have gotten a good ending, like we always dreamed of. Maybe, I could’ve seen her again. Maybe my broken promises could have been forgiven. Maybe I wouldn’t be here, placing the flowers atop the resting site.
Too late. No going back now.
…
Maybe in another timeline. Maybe some other version of me is out there, having fun.
I guess, this situation is on me.
I gently move away. My jacket tugs at my body, begging me to stay. But I know I can’t.
A faint, familiar laugh rings in my ear. Then, the voice tells me it’s okay. She forgives me. I didn’t have to be upset.
That was probably just my imagination.
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There was just a single bench, rooted in the grass of some strange place. It felt odd to me. I could see worlds upon worlds in the distance.
There was someone sitting on the bench. It looked familiar. A wisp made of shadows and light, cowering.
I walked up to the bench and sat down next to it. Voids swirled in place of where its head should have been. It looked like it was in pain. I glanced into the voids. For so long, I could never understand it. But now I could. I read its eyes.
I suppose we weren’t so different after all.
We both want things to go back to how they were, right? For different reasons. Still. I think we both know that’s not possible.
I remember we both sat there for a while. We both sulked, looking out at the many worlds akin to our own. Its plan didn’t go well, obviously. Now it was worse off. I still wonder if it regretted giving Dan Walker those blueprints. Or the element. I think it did.
At last, it said something.
“At first you were my prison. Then you became my hope.”
I’m sorry I got your hopes up, Key Master. Back when we first entered that world. Things are different here.
“You didn’t ask to be created,” I told him, “Like how I didn’t ask to be put through all of that.”
“I’m sorry.”
Its words were filled with grief and pain. It sounded more human than I did.
“Maybe, the only thing you can do is move on,” I suggested, “It’s the only way.”
The Key Master nodded.
“You’re right. It is the only way.”
The Key Master closed its eyes. Tears dribbled down its face.
It had no other words, as it faded away into nothingness.
I looked back out at the worlds.
At least one of them had a happy ending, right?
Who knows.
I’m just a walker of stars, after all. Lost in my dreams. And dwelling on those who remain over heaven.