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Sorry I was unable to upload last Friday, college was messing with my schedule. (And yes, I’m in college), so, this one should be uploaded by this Wednesday. Anyway, I realize that people don’t really like the change in Dilath, but it will probably make sense soon. Anyways, well done, Moon, you’re nearing the 80 chapter mark! But back to The Tribe of Shadows, chapter 8
The Wretched Dilemma
(FIRST PERSON POV)
I stared in pure shock at the creature above me. It had all the qualities of the Wretched, also called Raptormen (AN: or were the Wretched the hybrids, I can’t remember, sorry) The blackish red scales, the glowing white eyes, and a head covered with spikes near the back, creating an almost frill-like structure (AN: Think of the spikes on the Indoraptor). The nearly eight foot tall beast simply stood at the foot of my cot, looking almost… proud. “Hello, child,” whispered a deep, yet also snakelike voice. I, rather disturbed, grabbed the knife on my table. “Who… are you?” I muttered. The creature slowly smiled. “Oh, me? I’m only someone you should know very well. I’m a…family friend, shall I say? I suppose I am. But another thing you could call me…is brother,” the creature replied. “What the… I can’t be related to…” I let the sentence hang. ‘But how?’ I thought. “Well, let me explain. See, your true father, a warrior by the name of Darkstorm, had a child with a human, about, 20 years ago. Well, I mean not be offensive, but, you are the child of a, rather unpleasant event, as our father was, in a term of speech, forced upon, thus causing a child. And that child is you. Ever wondered where your strange ability in that dungeon came from? You bring in that dungeon was a trial, orchestrated by our Grandfather, was to test your abilities. You are a bearer of the strange ability, Beast-speech, that is incredibly rare among us Raptori, as we refer to ourselves as. The human name we are referred to as is rather offensive, and annoying, in our opinion. And you are very powerful, as your actual father, not the one who raised you, was an incredible fighter himself, and those traits have been passed down to you. But that burst of energy…? Well, that’s your power alone. But, Dilath, I may as well properly introduce myself. My name is Grand General Aemosa,” My brother completed. (AN: D@mn, that was a lot of text). I sighed. Another massive amount of information that I had literally no knowledge about. “And why have you come to me?” I mutter. “You’ll know soon, my brother. You’ll know soon…”
TO BE CONTINUED
-Ranger
This is just going to be an unrelated story, so this’ll just be a prologue to chapter VII
A Tribe of Shadows Chapter VII.I
Third POV
Dilath yawned and stretched. It was maybe four in the morning. The reason he got up at such a godforsaken time? It was a mission day. Cracking his neck, he hopped out of his bed, pulled on some clothes and his armor, strapped his two extra swords, Blight and Stygian, to his back. His two pistols at his belt, he walked out from his hut. Blackmoon, or as Dilath called him to annoy him, BM, looked at him with surprise. “Normally takes you nearly an hour to get ready for missions. Why done so fast?” Blackmoon remarked. Dilath gave a slight smile, then stated
“Well, today’s an important mission, plus the enemy camp is maybe an hour away. Had to get up early if I want to get there in time,”Dilath’s mentor nodded in reply. “Okay. Go ahead, but at least get some food first,” he remarked, tossing Dilath a pack of jerky. Dilath nodded. He’d probably need food anyway. “Bye BM!” Dilath yelled as he left the cave system.
One Hour Later
Slipping into the tall reeds, Dilath approached a Imperial Faction military camp. These idiots where some of the worst, constantly destroying villages. Dilath pulled Blight and Stygian from their sheathes, before bolting into the camp. His two blades flashed in the pale light. Two soldiers fell. Then five. Then ten. Then twenty. So many soldiers were slain that within ten minutes it was cleared out. Except for one. The Champion. An incredibly powerful fighter, yet slower than Dilath as he was wearing much heavier armor. The man was nearly two times Dilath’s size. Twin axes hung from the man’s hands. “You! The man who slew Archon! I’m surprised. Pathetic,I expected more of a challenge,” whilst the man was loudly monologuing, Dilath slashed his blades across their knees. “Pathetic. I expected more of a challenge,” mocked Dilath. Then, impossibly quickly, his sword cut through The Champions neck. As he did so, he felt a stabbing pain in his back. Then, he blacked out…
Just kidding! Can’t have a cliffhanger, now can I?
Dilath awoke in a dungeon. Ge still had his armor, but he had to check to make sure that he had his weapons. D@mmit, they’d taken them off him. Then he touched his back. A singular sword remained. Stygian. The blade was made from a strange black metal similar to the Obelisk. Also similar, the sword had a roughly triangular blade, just pulled out. Thankful he at least had a weapon, he pulled it from it’s sheath and spun it around. Suddenly, a loud booming voice announced: “The first Trial is now. Enemy: Reapertors. Survive,” the voice cut off with a slight crackle. Dilath found himself teleported to a large chamber. Almost a hundred Reapertors, hybrids of Reapers and Raptors, streamed from three doors. Pulling out Stygian, Dilath stabbed one clean through the skull. One had popped up behind him, vicious claws stabbing his shoulder, a flare of blinding pain caused him to crumple down. Giving a screech of pain, he launched into the air. Then, he heard voices.
“Why do we have to kill him?” Asked one Reapertor.
“We just have to,” replied another. Dilath struggled, but finally stood up, his grip on Stygian still iron-like. Then, with impeccable accuracy, he threw the sword through a Reapertor’s skull. Dashing quickly, he pulled his sword out from the dead creatures skull. So many voices. SO MANY VOICES! It caused him genuine pain. This was it. Dilath cracked. A burst of dark gray energy exploded from him, throwing all the Reapertors against the wall. Another explosion launched from him, causing the walls to rumble. A final blast launched out from him as his own scream of agony tore through the now silent chamber. The final blast of power settled. As Dilath calmed, he could see the bodies of the Reapertors. Blackened and charred, they were grouped against the walls. A sense of guilt washed over him. That was first time something had happened to him like that since his meeting with the Deinonychus Faction.
Also, I’m just thinking about this, but should I add a, ahem, “love interest?” I don’t know what to feel about doing that, but if any readers want me to, yeah, cool. Of course, they’ll be human. That’s just be weird if they weren’t. Anyway, like the book so far?
Also, should I expand on this? Add more short stories? If so, reply.
-Ranger
Thanks, Moon. I don’t really know, but I would like to ask you.
A crossover chapter from both sides of the story?
That would make a rather interesting chapter. My chapter will be from Dilath’s POV. Basically, the plot line would be…
A strange portal opens at the Green Obelisk of both worlds. All of the Prophecy members along with Dilath feel a strange pull towards the portal. The moment they enter that pass out. They are now transported to a strange, barren desert. Scorched Earth. Eventually, they meet. As Dilath can speak to the dinosaurs (so far he has only discovered Deinonychus), he first meets Rust, then the rest of them. He is curious of the Rock Drake though. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen one. Anyways, after roughly a month on SE, they reach the Manticore Arena. Dilath's intelligence, along with the strength of the others, allow them to defeat the Manticore. They are transported back to their own worlds, but a voice coming from above them said “You’re lucky you escaped my first trial…”
The chapter ends there on a cliffhanger of them reappearing at the top of the Volcanos in their worlds.
Premise idea, finished. If you like it, Moon, please reply.
-Ranger
I once had a deinonychus named midnight. He went everywhere with me. Then one day my cousin decided that while I was offline he would take him out for a walk. Long story short he got lost. Never did get a death notification. At least if I had I could have some peace knowing he is in a better place.
I had just died trying to get an egg, and when I went to get a snack. I came back, and my sister was on the computer, she had gotten all of my stuff back, and was toting 3 level 100+ eggs and there were dead deinonychus corpses everywhere. OH YEAH. SHES SIX.
-Ackbar/Hallowed Isles guy
The Tribe of Shadows
Chapter V
Part I
I walked through the caves, now comfortable with the surroundings. A creature, resembling a crossbred nameless and reaper, launched from the rocks. In half a second, I flicked out a wire that was surrounding my waist, whispering “I’m sorry,” before slashing its head off. I felt bad for slaying the creature, it had only been cast out. By the Yurkin of my tribe. Blackmoon had been teaching me the past of my tribe, Torrus, my old Yurkin, had cast them out after creating them. Calling them the Wretched. I sighed. How had I not noticed his creations? Looping the garrote back around me, I saw a diliphododo, one of the edible Wretched. I didn’t want to slay it, but I had to. I gave it a quick death. Before it noticed me, before it felt any pain, it died. I knew that I had noticed them…
I was hunting out in the forest at a young nine years old, but my father had been an amazing hunter, and my mother had sharper eyes than anyone I knew. I was born from hunters, and knew I was to be a hunter. While looking for dodos, I saw a creature, like a raptor, but with a carboemys shell. It dashed at me, but I had a forty foot head start. Making it to my village, I told my father what I had seen. He paled, and began to tell me a tale.
-Ranger
The Tribe of Shadows
Chapter IV
Part II
The man stepped into the light, swiftly putting his spear through a strap on his back. I approached, wary. He smiled at me, before saying
“Hello, Dilath, I have been awaiting you.” I looked up on shock, and now I was even more so, he had two-colored eyes, one a brown color, flecked with pure white, like frozen dirt, the other was steely gray. “Who are you?” I asked. “My name, is Blackmoon, Blackmoon of Dorban. You are Dilath Julius of Southwest Pyrrhia. Am I correct?” I stumbled back on shock, swiftly, he grabbed one of my arms. “Don’t fall. There’s a cliff down there,” he said with a laugh. My hand drifted down towards my own spear. Beforehand, I had sharpened it to perfection. He flashed a look at my spear. “Don’t, boy. I’m not going to attack you. I’m a guide, not a murderer. Now follow me.” I followed, yet still my hand drifted to my spear. It was a small one, able to be stored at my side. Eventually, we reached a concealed area, and he waved me in. Behind it, was a cave that was full of… beasts: massive, pure red raptors, a creature that looked like a giganotasaur, but with a dilo’s frills, and an ankylo with a trike’s horns. “These… are my tames, my… army of forgotten beasts. They were cast out here, by a dark master. You may stay here, for a while,” said Blackmoon. “Thank you, sir.” I replied.
He grinned, and said
“I forgot how much fun having a tribe was.”
Then, he disappeared into his house.
Ranger
The Tribe of Shadows
Chapter IV
The Ruins of Dorban
I was hiking up a large hill in the south of Pyrrhia when I noticed something nearby: a massive hole in the ground. Could it be? I thought. I approached the hole, and looked down.
A city so large I couldn’t tell how big it was was beneath me. A city of pure black stone, glowing slightly in the growing light of sunrise. It was beautiful, yet it looked like it was in ruins. Toppled statues lined ancient cracked streets of stone. What appeared to be a tree was growing out of the center of the city, the top of its withered branches barely a foot beneath the edge. The ruins of a massive hall of what appeared to be obsidian, basalt, and… was that iron creating the arch at the front? The massive branches, each one a few feet across, were rather easy to climb.
What the hell? I thought, seeing the strange flowers growing at the bottom of the tree. They seemed to radiate a bad feeling.
And then I saw the monster: a giant, mangy direwolf-looking creature, with an iron collar around its neck, with chains attaching to it. Its glowing red eyes made me feel horrible, like maggots were crawling in my skin. As I thought this, the beast lunged…
And fell to the ground with a thud as a figure stepped from the shadows with a long spear in his hands, running it through the dead wolf’s body. “Hello, Dilath, welcome to Dorban,” said the man
To be continued.
Sickles and Scythes
Chapter 1: Allies And Enemies
It was a cold morning. Or at least, I was cold. I guess that’s why they tell you not to sleep by a river. Despite the lining of feathers that coated my body, the cold had crept in and I was coated in a layer of dew. It was either dew or overspill from the river, either way my feathers were damp and cold because of it. And I was hungry. Great. What a perfect morning. I spotted an Allo pack slowly meandering through some foliage a while away. They’d make a nice breakfast. Now, you’re probably wondering- what on earth hunts the mighty Allosaurus, an apex predator of its ecosystem, and has feathers that line its body? Me. Or, my pack. I may not be the alpha, but when I take my place next to Serena you don’t question me or my deadliness. I decided to head towards the others. Although I’m an anti-socialist I still like the company of the others. Most of them, anyway. As I made my way through to the sleeping pack of Deinonychus that I called my friends and family, I noticed Serena- she was the only other one awake. She was lying down but her head was upright and looking around. When she saw me, she stood up and waited for me to plod along over to her. Although she was one of the more “attractive” Deinonychus, what with her dark navy and royal purple feathers and teasing behaviour, she didn’t actually have a mate, or anyone she fancied or something like that.
“Ugh, they expect you to worship them and snuggle and kiss them. It’s disgusting, the lot of them.”- that was her usual answer whenever someone brought up the topic.
“Sleep by the river?” She said in her teasing voice, raising her eyebrows at me.
“Hey, it’s better than having to be within eyesight of Lilly.” I retorted back.
“Heya handsome! I heard you talking about me! Aw, what were you-“ I cut her off, saying:
“Lilly if you EVER call me that again I will split your head open and turn your insides into your outsides,” Serena chuckled as she watched the scene. “See what I mean?” I asked Serena as Lilly walked off to be with her friends. She laughed again, and said:
“Yeah, I see what you mean. Anyway, I’m hungry. I’ve seen a few Paracers here and there but they’re quite far away. Have you seen anything?”
“How about an Allo pack? Other side of the river, in between a few rocks last time I saw them.”
“An Allo pack?” Her face lit up. “Oh, and between rocks… have you seen where the other hunters are?”
“Probably by the simp gang worshiping Lilly and that lot.”
“How about you go over there and round them up while I go and scou-“ I cut her off in cries of protest.
“Serena please- you can’t do that to me.”
“Go on you,” she said, blinking her eyes and swishing her tail as she walked off towards the Allos. That was her teasing me- the other guys would have done something stupid by now to try and impress her. Great. Thanks a lot Serena.
I slowly walked through Lilly’s group to where the other strong hunting Deinonychus were. One of the “simp gang” as I called them tried to walk beside me, brushing against me and trying to get my attention but I grabbed her by the neck and threw her out of my sight. The others who were about to try and get my attention as well decided against it. Lilly snuck in a comment as I walked past, saying:
“Aw, at least I know he didn’t mean it.” That comment got her a sharp slash at her throat. She whimpered and scurried away. I rounded up the other hunters and we made our way to Serena.
-Hope you liked it!
-Nightfall
I’ve decided to change the name of the desert raptor thingy. It is now named Dustdevil.
Tale of Claws & Sand
Prequel
A raptor dashed across the dunes, and behind it, a massive sandstorm was gathering. The creature was almost able to escape, yet it was too late. The raptor was buried neath thousands of pounds of sand.
The creature awoke. After what felt like an eternity, the raptor could hear a strange voice, that said: “Serve me, in death, and I shall grant you life.” The dromeosaur, having no real option, accepted. At once it began to climb out from the sand, not entirely in control of itself. It surfaced almost twenty minutes later. As it walked towards a nearby river, it could see strange formations that had not been there before. What the creature could once only comprehend as mountains were gigantic obelisks, glowing red, green, and blue. Finally reaching the river, it looked itself in the waters. It looked skeletal, yet running through it was strange smoke that seemed to hold it together. Its eyes were glowing purple, like the sky after the sunset. Like night.
-Ranger
A Tribe of Shadows
Chapter III (I think)
The Blade of Blackness
Part I
I was walking amongst the darker parts of the forest I lived at, trying to find some kind of human civilization, yet at no avail. Near silent on the odd armor that I had made, I dashed out at a dodo that was chewing on berries from a bush nearby. Swiping my spear across its throat, it fell to the ground, it’s blood coloring the grass red. I grabbed the bloody carcass and dragged it over to my makeshift camp. It was only a sleeping bag and a campfire, but it’d do for now. Slicing off pieces of meat, very gently, trying not the break the feathers, as I needed them for arrows, I grabbed the bow next to my campfire, I went out, deciding to tame one of the raptors that roamed these lands. But, as Pyrrhia is a dangerous place, I accidentally stumbled across a sleeping Therizinosaurus. And, me, as the idiot I am, stepped on one of its feet. It instantly awoke and swung its signature claws at my throat. Dashing away, I began to shoot it. One of my arrows pierced its throat, and the blood poured. The beast, in a fit of rage, slashed at the arrow imbedded in it, so vigorously that it in fact slit its own throat, and fell, cold and lifeless, a massive lump in the clean plains. I slashed off its claws, and, grabbing my extra leather and pieces of wood I had, made knives. “This is more like it.” I murmured to myself. Terrifyingly, I began to hear distant whispering, almost, human whispering. I never heard clear words. I began to walk around, and saw an odd thing, far into the west, was a hanging silvery obelisk-type thing, with an odd red beam coming up from it. And another one, green this time, was simply a few kilometers away. And the last on appeared biggest, and it was such a bright blue it was near white. And right in between all of them was a giant, black volcano that appeared to have the same strange silvery metal imbedded in it. It was far away, but I saw green on one side, red on the other, and blue on the front. They all were shaped in different runic patterns. I needed sleep pretty badly, the main thing I did nowadays was hunt. I needed another person to help me in this quest. I need to recreate my fallen tribe. But make it better, stronger. I won’t allow my enemies to destroy the village I will one day make like they destroyed mine, one day I’ll burn their’s to the ground, I swear it by the Overseer, they will pay.…