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Under Nirvana - An ARK
Chapter 15: Voided
Story by Bria!
Find the last chapter in PELAGORNIS and the next chapter in MEGANEURA.
Bob remained stationed at his desk, his hands neatly folded in the middle in between stacks and stacks of marked up paperwork. The office was a mess, to say the least. There were office supplies scattered everywhere, and a massive hole in the wall.
Recently, Bob had been having moments of unadulterated rage, to put it lightly. He couldn’t control himself. Every once in a while, throughout the day, he’d think about the good old days, when he was less burdened by the guilt he carried. He’d think about the good old days, when everyone was just a bit happier. He’d let out a howl of rage, and, unable to control himself, the office would be a victim of his outbursts.
Bob took a deep breath in, and then a deep breath out.
“Calm yourself,” he reminded himself. He almost reached out to touch the medallion around his neck again. The President had given it to him before the ARKs began. It was supposed to act the same as any of the medallions the scholars were to carry on their wrists, except less bound, less imposing. Bob could take it off any time he wanted.
But he didn’t want to. Not anymore. Not with the key he had been given. The key that would, eventually, bring him to the time he desired. The key that would unleash Nirvana.
“I will reach it,” Bob thought, spinning his chair around and staring at a letter posted to the wall. It was the one that had mysteriously been delivered to him that ill-fated day.
BANG! Bob’s daydreams were interrupted by the door to his office bursting open. A heavy huff came from the person who barged in. Footsteps approached the desk, before two sleek hands slammed the desk.
BAM!
Bob squinted his eyes, his blood boiling.
“What do you want, Dan?” he hissed.
The President looked him up and down, his own fury crossing his heart. He donned a white suit, black dress shirt, and red tie. His brown hair was tucked away in the blue baseball cap he wore. The President had always looked juvenile, but the baseball cap made him even more unprofessional than he should have looked. Bob was always the one running affairs with other foreign nations, despite his own role as Vice President. Nobody outside their country could ever take Dan Walker seriously.
“Watch your tone,” Dan Walker snarled. “You’ve been awfully quiet these past few days. I send you email after email, message after message, and not a single one has been answered. Explain yourself, buddy.”
He nearly spat the last word. Bob didn’t turn his chair at all. He simply shifted his weight to one side, leaning on the armrest defiantly, a frown crossing his lips.
“HEY! Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Dan Walker cried. “What’s with the attitude? Have you forgotten your place?”
“Oh I haven’t forgotten, alright,” Bob said bitterly. “I haven’t forgotten how little you care about our childhood anymore. I haven’t forgotten the years where you started viewing me as a pawn for your book rather than a true friend. I haven’t forgotten how you forgot all I did for you.”
His rage came crashing down all at once. Bob couldn’t handle it anymore. He couldn’t handle the pain of losing his former best friend to the shackles of tyranny and power-lust. He just wanted the old days back. Now.
But Dan Walker did not want to accept that.
He let out a heavy sigh.
“Come on. Bob. I would never see you as anything less than a friend,” Dan Walker cooed, his voice raising an octave. “I miss the old times too, when we used to write all those silly stories on that Dodo. I miss playing ARK. I miss all of that. But, you gotta understand… none of that is real–”
Bob didn’t respond. He already seemed to be staring at the wall, spacing off, fantasizing about the past.
Dan Walker clenched his fist.
“Oh Bob. I guess this is to be expected… I dreaded doing this. But oh well. So be it.” Dan Walker reached for his own medallion wrapped around his neck. It glowed a dim purple. “Farewell, old friend.”
Dan Walker lifted his right hand. Reality around it began to bend, until a gun formed in his hand. He moved his finger to the trigger, but right as he was about to press down on it…
He felt something chill run down his bones.
And then he froze.
“W–what–” Dan Walker paused. “What did you– how did you– your medallion shouldn’t do that! Your medallion… should just be basic nanotech! Not…”
Bob let out a deep chuckle.
“You shouldn’t be surprised. This world doesn’t revolve around you, nor is it yours to toy with, pitiful author.”
When he spoke, his voice almost sounded more clear. More concise. It didn’t even sound like Bob anymore. Dan Walker would recognize his friend– no, his best friend’s dialect anywhere. And this definitely wasn’t him.
“You might sound like Bob, you might look like Bob… whoever you are, WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!” Dan Walker howled, his hands trembling, still unable to pull the trigger.
Bob’s head slowly turned. Dan Walker’s eyes widened. Instead of two stern eyes looking back at him, instead…
It was two swirling, circular infinite voids. Neverending, as deep as the night skies.
“Tsk tsk, Dan,” ‘Bob’ teased. “The future is great and all, but don’t you want a blast of the past sometimes? Maybe… a little reminder will be fine.”
Two white pupils flickered into view. Bob snapped his fingers. The floor opened up beneath Dan Walker, revealing a blue portal that crackled with reverberating noises and bellows. Looking down at it, Dan Walker could almost see the image of the ARK, the Island that the scholars were forcibly sent to, within the waves of distorted reality.
“Perhaps you will learn,” Bob declared. Dan Walker clenched his fists.
“Bob, don’t you even–”
Dan Walker was unfrozen,
And then he went falling into the void. He let out a scream, letting go of his gun. It flickered out of existence. He grasped for his medallion, trying to hold onto it to protect it, but when his thin fingers brushed against his neck, he realized the entire artifact was gone.
“BOBBBBB!” Dan Walker roared as he crashed into the black sands near the redwood forest.
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Bob smiled, deeply amused as he watched Dan Walker kick and stomp at the sand angrily. He leaned forward. Now only one of his eyes was covered with that swirling void.
“If you care so little about me, then perhaps I should care so little about you,” Bob decided with a grin. “After all… we aren’t real, right?”
“Nirvana…”
Bob looked at his hands, and then back up at the skies.
“I’m coming.”
The Obelisk
-Chapter 86-
Laughs echoed acrossed the oceans’ shore, small Shadowmane kits wrestling and chasing after each other, water splashing everywhere.
The golden forest of the Shadowmane camp met its end at this small rocky beach, leading out to miles and miles of dark blue water as far as the eye could see. It was morning, and according to Orbit, they had no training today. Forest had himself sitting on a giant fallen tree, scraping his dangling claws acrossed the pebbles littering the ground. He could hear Rust nearby, and when he looked up he spotted the fluffy Deinonychus playing around with some small Shadowmanes about his size. He couldn’t see Spark anywhere, and he didn’t see Crimson either, until he turned his head and noticed her sitting alone, a bit farther away, where the forest met the beach.
“How you doing?” Spark asked from his other side. Forest screeched and topped right off the log, landing painfully on the rocks. Spark stretched her head over the log to look down at him.
“Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” She said.
“I’m fine,” He said, popping up from the ground. “What about you?”
“Mostly stressed,” Spark sighed.
“About Nyx?”
“Yes,” Spark said, quicker than she needed to. “I mean, it has been two days. But I’m really just wondering what all this… Shadowmane stuff is leading to. Like, what are we gonna do, just stay here?”
Forest paused to think about that. It’d never really occurred to him whether or not they should do something about being kept in the camp. It was safe here, wasn’t it? A picture of home flashed through his head, and he looked up at Spark. “I don’t know,” he said. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“But yes, I am also worried about Nyx.” She said.
“Me too.” Forest said.
Spark met his eyes. “You like her a lot?”
Forest tried to interpret the strange tone in her voice. “She’s a really good carnivore,” He said, slowly. “I do like her. I want to be friends with her… Rust doesn’t really talk to her, Crimson hates her, as far as I know, and I’ve just been trying to— give her some comfort.”
“She must have been so overwhelmed,” Spark pondered. “So excited and lively when we first met her, but secretive. Hey, don’t look at me like that, she did hide the whole truth about the rune from us when she could have said something. That kind of tipped her vibe though, I think, judging by how quiet and tense she was after that. And then… what. She just— poof. Runs away from the problem.”
“I hope she comes back.” Forest said.
They went silent for a bit, and Spark quietly jumped up on the log to settle herself down in a scrunchy sitting position that looked a lot like a funny little dove. Forest took a moment to look around again, at all of the talking and sitting and playing Shadowmanes around him. Adults were teaching their kits to swim in the small pools, diving in and tossing their muzzles to flick the water off their faces. He looked up and saw Moonbeam coming down from the camp, where she padded right up to Crimson and asked her something. Crimson said something back, and Moonbeam sat down next to her.
He turned around to see that Rust was now laughing as a dull blue and green Shadowmane fumbled to get their claws on a grey fish, flapping wildly acrossed the rocks. Rust jumped forward to help her and nearly stumbled acrossed another Shadowmane as he grabbed it.
But then a terrified scream split acrossed the rocks, and Forest jumped and whirled around to the noise.
“Riverbed?” A female Shadowmane called. “RIVERBED?”
“He was just here,” someone yelled.
There was another panicked cry, and the Shadowmanes pivoted their heads to the shore.
“He’s in the water!” Another snarled.
Everyone was up now, alert and scanning the waves. Forest saw the tiny kit almost instantly. He was rather far out, being sucked farther and farther away no matter how much he scrambled to swim back. Forest stepped forward and hesitated, unsure of what to do.
And then there was a flash of red to Forests’ right, and in an instant, before the Shadowmanes could do anything, Crimson leapt into the waves.
Riddles of the Phoenixes series
The War of the Phoenixes.
Chapter five: Goodbye for now
The next morning, as the sun rose high, casting its bright orange glow on the dark Phoenix castle, Andrew and his small army were saying their farewells. “Do you have to go. I have seen the futures. If something goes wrong…” Emma asked her husband. Andrew caressed her face gently. “It’s okay Em. I’ll come back. I promise.” Andrew said. Emma’s lips trembled and a lone tear slipped from her eye. Andrew lowered his face to meet Emma’s. Their foreheads pressed together, Emma wrapped her arms around the back of Andrew’s head.
Their lips were touching as they kissed, they kissed only as true lovers could. A kiss full of love and bravery. Finally they broke apart. Andrew kissed her hand gently, released it, and then went and mounted his equus. “You can do this Andrew!” Jay called. Andrew nodded grimly and turned back to Emma. “I’ll be back Em. I love you.” Andrew said. Emma smiled bravely, blinking her tears away. “I believe in you Andrew. Goodbye love.” Emma said.
And so Andrew and his troops rode away on their equus’, heading toward the Lightning phoenix kingdom to take down Marvelo.
Cole watched them leave, stroking the top of his dog’s head. “A war must be won Ralph, and you know what side we’re on.” Cole told his dog Ralph. Ralph whined and nosed Cole’s hand.
Next chapter coming soon!
-SunnyFox57
The Final Feast
Chapter 27 [The End]
Sandman looked around the swamp. It had become strangley calm lately, not nearly as vicious. A figure flittered across the moon, its shadow swimming through the shallow water below. Sandman grinned, "Ssso," it said as it looked down from its tree, "It'sss done then?" Corvi stepped out from under the shade of the trees nearby. "They're gone," she said without inflection. The titanoboa laughed and lowered itself from the tree to the ground, leering over Corvi. "Now you underssstand? I did what I did all those yearsss ago for a reason. Silvermane was fast enough, but he would never believe me." Sandman turned its head and peered at Corvi with its last eye. "So I killed him... to get to you."
"Your brothers were weak, but you were a fire, the fire to purge the Island of the weeds the blind ones were. And now look, I was right wasssn't I?" Corvi glared silently. Sandman laughed, "I wasss. Well then, go on. You didn't just come here to tell me we won. You still want revenge. I had hoped that seeing the true purpose behind my actions would kill your little grudge, but obviousssly I was wrong." Sandman lowered its body to the ground, resting its head in Corvi's feet. "I won't fight," it sighed and grinned. "I've done my job. In the end I still won." Tired of listening to the boa's endless chatter, Corvi snapped a sharp branch from a tree. As she walked back towards the boa, it hissed mockingly, "Congratulationsss. You're a hero." Its laughter was cut off as Corvi stabbed the branch into its head.
The Final Feast
Chapter 2
Corvi jumped back as the boa gobbled up one of her brothers. The remaining hatchlings shrieked for help. Corvi looked up to the sky. Her father had left a while ago to find food. He had to be returning soon. As if on que, a screech filled the air, and in the blink of an eye, a large silver figure dropped down on the serpent. Corvi and her siblings hopped to the edge of the nest and watched their father and the boa struggle on the ground.
The Final Feast
Chapter 22
One stood outside the cave. Inside there was a swell of squeaking. The Máng Nù were hungry; they had to be for this to work. She looked behind her. Her strongest tames were all here. The rexes, Mars and Mercury, and Jet the allo, all eager to avenge Venus. The wolves, all ten of them this time, Goon the yutyrannus, and even Makunga the thyla. They were all positioned there as a clean up crew. None of the onycs would be allowed to escape, all of them had to be killed to ensure the island's safety. Red shivered on her shoulders, the bat skin covering all but her face. One looked at Corvi who was ready for her cue. This was it. She stepped into the cave, stopping for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the dark.
As she walked further, the squeaking got louder. It wasn't long before she could see movement on the roof. Glowing rocks and mushrooms lit up the ceiling, revealing their squirming, restless bodies. She stepped closer and immediatly they dropped onto her. She held in a scream as they crawled on the skin draped over her head. Red froze as they sniffed and crawled over her. If they suspected for a moment that they weren't Máng Nù, they would be eaten before they got the chance to run. They were desperate for food. After what seemed like hours, the onycs were satisfied with her disguise. and flew back up to the ceiling. There were a lot here, but the heart of the colony was further back. She took a second to let her heartrate slow a little and walked further back towards the middle of the huddle.