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The Arks: Over Heaven
Prologue: Ill-Fated (REPOST)
Part 2/2
“Greetings, fellow students. It truly is an honor to be your valedictorian, to be here standing in front of you to give you my thanks. My appreciation goes out to my parents who supported me my entire life, my teachers who helped me get to where I needed to be, to my friends who were there whenever I felt lost and hopeless,” Aurora paused, as she seemed to be contemplating if she should keep on going. “And to my boyfriend, who I will never forget. He may not be with us anymore, but he’s the reason that I have a future now.”
Everyone went silent, as they seemed to be giving her a moment of silence to mourn. Not even Nova scoffed, as she looked on solemnly.
“But, enough of me. Mr. Mo is right. Starting today, we move onto a new chapter of our lives. We’re going to need to tough it out, because life won’t be so easy now. You think high school is hard? Just wait until you get a job! That’s what my parents would say, at least.”
“She’s gotta be kidding,” Samuel muttered as he turned white.
“And even if you weren’t the greatest student, it shouldn’t stop you from being a good person. You can do it, you can do whatever you want to do, just let your heart and mind lead the way, and you will always succeed. Life is hard, and tough times will come, but tough people will last,” Aurora closed her eyes and smiled, rubbing her eyes a little as she said, “That’s all for now.”
As Aurora stepped away from the microphone, Mr. Mo ran up and grabbed the microphone.
“What are you guys waiting for? Get ready to throw your caps up in the air!”
Everyone began to murmur in excitement, as they took hold of their caps.
“TEN! NINE! EIGHT!”
The soon-to-be adults began to chant the countdown along with Mr. Mo. Samuel and Nova joined in too, smiles growing on their faces.
“SEVEN! SIX! FIVE!”
The screaming grew louder and louder to the point that Samuel’s ears started to hurt.
“FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE-”
Suddenly Mr. Mo let out a loud gasp of pain, as he fell to his knees, clutching his wrist. Everyone stopped the countdown, and whispers began to radiate throughout the crowd.
“What’s going on? What happened to Mr. Mo?” the people asked. Just at that moment, Aurora screamed out too, visible pain across her face as her wrist began to bleed. As soon as Aurora started to cry out in pain, many more people in the crowd began to feel it too. By the dozen, everyone was writhing around, an unexplainable pain in their left wrist.
“AGHHHH!” Nova screamed as she fell. Samuel caught her, yelling, “Don’t worry, I got you!”
The sky above them suddenly began to generate clouds, and the blazing ball of fire they called the Sun began to move around the sky at an alarming rate. The sky seemed to be generating streaks of red, blue, and green, spinning around in a triangle and aiming right down at them.
Samuel looked up in horror as a bright light enveloped everyone, and before he knew it his conscience slipped away.
~
Author's Note
Hi, this is the author of The Arks Over Heaven. The original Prologue was in Achatina, but there is lot of traffic so I reposted here in Wyvern for ease of access.
To Newer Readers; If you're a new reader, thanks for taking your time to read the Prologue of TAOH! If you'd like to keep reading because you're interested, the story follows the Aerial filter in reverse. Chapter 1 is in Wyvern too, by the way (however I posted Chap 1 before Wyvern, so you might have to scroll). If you dont, fine by me. But if you like ark fanfic like this one, drop by Achatina and say hello. There are lots of other writers there with their own unique stories. Have a good day, and see you soon if you plan on dropping by!
The Arks: Over Heaven
Prologue: Ill-Fated (REPOST)
Part 1/2
The day was sunny. The day was bright. There were no clouds in sight. All that filled the skies was the light that poured in from the sun. It seemed like the perfect day. After all, for dear Samuel, it would be his last day at the confines of Terran High. The last day he’d have to spend in a hell that he called school.
Samuel was standing amongst a crowd, along with many other waiting graduates, each one wearing a black gown and graduation cap. They were watching the stage with anticipation, eager for the big moment.
“Are you excited?”
Samuel turned around, facing one of his closest friends, Nova. Nova had a big smile on her face, and her long black hair fell all the way down to her chest. Samuel had become friends with Nova during their freshman years, when they were paired next to each other in English. Samuel had forgotten his pencil at home accidentally, so he borrowed one from Nova, and thus blossomed their friendship. Samuel never really got close to anyone else after that, Nova was Samuel’s greatest friend, and no one could surpass her.
“Well, of course I’m excited! After we finally get our diplomas, we can get outta here and do whatever we want! We won’t have to wake up so early for school and stay up so late for homework, it’ll be like heaven!” Samuel answered.
“That does sound pretty cool, but things will be so boring now! We won’t see any more school fights or get any juicy gossip!” Nova complained.
“Uh huh, since that’s the most interesting thing in the world,” Samuel replied with a hint of sarcasm, rolling his eyes.
Before Nova could talk, someone walked up to the microphone and tapped on it, startling a large majority of the crowd. Standing on the stage was Mr. Mo, their principal. He was looking extra nice today, with his gray suit complementing his blue tie and combed back gray hair. He had many wrinkles across his face, and he had a jagged scar running down his eye. Many people always asked how he got that scar. He would always reply,
“When I was little, I would scratch my face whenever I got itchy, and one day I scratched a little too hard.”
Some speculated that that wasn’t the case, and that he got into a fight and that’s how he got it, but who knows? Samuel didn’t think it mattered anyway. He probably would never visit this school again, so it’s not like he needed to know how he got that scar.
Samuel’s thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Mo’s abrupt speech.
“Attention everyone. It truly has been a wild ride for all of you, huh? You spent the past 12 years, and now here you are, ready to move onto a new chapter and become men and women. You all worked hard to get here, and I applaud you for that. But now it’s time for you all to move on to a bigger future. It might sound scary, but I’m sure you all will do well as long as you put your heart into it. That’s all I have to say, now I’ll pass the mic onto our valedictorian, Aurora Romero!”
Everyone erupted into applause, cheers, and whistles as Mr. Mo stepped off the stage. Soon, a girl with glittering dark brown hair stepped onto the stage. Unlike the other graduates, she wore a white gown and white cap, and she had a red plume which reached all the way down to her shoulders. Her walk was elegant and filled with confidence.
“Seriously, take a look at this girl!” Nova groaned, “She got a 4.80 GPA. How is that even possible?! Does she not have a life or something? And she’s the best on the tennis team too, there’s no way she didn’t cheat on her finals!”
“Now, it’s not that big a deal. I know you always tried your hardest,” Samuel comforted her.
“It just doesn’t make sense, she’s naturally talented, it’s not fair!” Nova complained. Nova stopped talking, and looked back at Aurora with a pissed off look on her face. As Aurora began to speak in the microphone, a few girls in the crowd were cheering her on.
Fire and Fangs
By the Nazgûl and SunnyFox57
Chapter three
-SunnyFox57
Talia awoke the next morning, the sun cast its bright orange light through the cave she lived in. Talia yawned and flexed her large scaly wings. “Another day of pure pleasure.” Talia whispered to herself. Though she was all alone in the forest she never felt lonely. No restrictions and no laws, she was a free wyvern not bound to anyone or anything. Talia’s stomach growled loudly. “I’m starving.” Talia said to herself. She leapt from the cave opening and soared high above the trees, peering down at the ground below. Then she spotted it. A phiomia waddling around. Talia ran her tongue over her fangs. “Looks good to me.” She dived down as fast as fast can be and closed her talons over the young creature’s body. A loud piglike squeal ran through the air. And then stopped. Talia licked the fresh blood from her mouth and sighed. “Ahh…perfect.” She whispered to herself. Then Talia took flight again, weaving back and forth between the trees. Suddenly something hit her out of thin air. Whatever it was slammed her against a rock, gripping her with her claws to keep her there. When Talia looked at them to see what they were she was shocked. A enormous wyvern with shining black scales and cold red eyes. “You’re a-a wyvern!” Talia exclaimed. She thought she was the only one! Her attacker cocked his head and faced her with his dark eyes. “Yes and I have come with orders from KING Draco to bring you and every stray wyvern to his castle.” He said. “King?” Talia asked. The mysterious wyvern lifted his head and flexed his wings proudly. “Yes. I work for the great King Draco himself and have come to bring you in. ” He said haughtily. Talia scowled. “I don’t know who this “Draco” is but I am not coming with you!” Talia growled. The wyvern’s snout twitched with amusement and anger. “Wrong choice.”
Immediately two more wyverns swooped down to join them. “Come. We will take her to KING Draco along with the other prisoners so that he can….sort a few things out.” The leader wyvern instructed. They advanced on Talia. She bared her teeth and snarled at them but they quickly apprehended her. “Where are you taking me?!?!” Talia snarled as they dragged her away. “To King Draco’s palace of course where you will choose your fate.” The lead wyvern said, sneering. Talia didn’t know who King Draco was but she didn’t think she would like him. She didn’t know how right she was.
ill always remeber you, stormclaw.
stormclaw [max lvl lightning, i was highly attached to it. went through alot to get their egg] and me were going for a ride, looking for a titanasaur to kill or a giga, but, we found a giga. a max lvled gig. and we had juuuust ran out of stamina. so, i tried to get away before i lost stamina but it was too late. i didnt care about the tek gear i lost, or all the stuff i had grinded for....i could get that back. i cant get stormclaw back....if i get 50 likes i will make a shrine made out of tek, including a tek force feild/ sheild. R.I.P stormclaw :((((
Fire and Fangs Chapter Two
- HGA ttg The Nazgûl
Slither flew over the trenches of the lava covered north of the island of Ragnarok. He always enjoyed searching the trenches for various pieces of treasure. He had recently heard a rumor of a cave at the source of the lava river that flowed through the trenches. As he scanned the area below, he spotted it. It was a small hole in the back of the trench. Luckily for Slither, he was on the small side and had an easy time wiggling through the hole. The cave was dark, as no sunlight could get in. Slither ignited a fire in his through so he could see. The walls were made of obsidian, as expected. However, one wall caught his attention. It was just as deep a black as the obsidian walls, but it was not smooth. It almost resembled dragon scales. Slither, being easily frightened and the wall making him slightly nervous, began to turn around to leave. But, the moment he started moving, the wall began to move. It was quite obvious that this was a living dragon. He sat there in panic as he watched the beast. He saw what looked like a claw and he turned and on the other side of the cave he saw the tale. The creature was clearly much bigger than any wyvern he had seen. It was then that he heard a voice. “Who are you?”
“S-S-Slither.” Slither responded. The voice was deep and almost soft, yet possessed a strong hint of cunning and rage. Slither only ever described it from that point on as pure evil. “Who are you?” Slither asked, managing to get it out without a stutter. The beast was still circling the cave and Slither had yet to locate its head.
“I am a wyvern like yourself. Perhaps you have heard of me in legend, though I doubt my true self was left in those legends.” Slither recalled the legends of the larger wyverns of the past and he feared he knew now who this beast was. “In due time, all creatures on this island will be filled with a new fear. The fear of me.” At this moment Slither’s fire illuminated the creatures face. He could only see one eye. It was glossy white, likely, if the legends were true, from being struck in the face. As it moved its head closer and a fire began to kindle in its throat, the sound of raw power, strength, and anything dark and evil came out in its voice as it finished. “THE FEAR OF DRACO!”
Fire and Fangs
by the Nazgûl and SunnyFox57
Chapter one.
-by SunnyFox57
Talia was a wyvern. An ordinary wyvern. Nothing special in her opinion. She had lived alone her entire life, always on the run from hunters or scientists. She had never known her parents or her family so she didn’t miss them much. She thought she was nothing special. How wrong she was…
Talia flew through the redwoods forest, dodging large trees and flying creatures. The wind blew strongly because there was a lot of trees. But Talia was not cold, her scales protected her from the coldest winds. She weaved back and forth like a dragonfly, dodging trees what got in her path. Sure, it would be easier to just burn the trees down or knock them down but Talia preferred it this way. Ever since she was a young wyvern she had dreamed of being a hero. She’d heard stories from traveling archaeopteryx bards about the old days before the island called Ragnorak was where it was now. They said there was wyvern tribes and that they ruled Ragnorak and brought peace to it. No hunters. No scientists. Just wyverns, bringing peace to the island and all that lived on it. Of course that couldn’t be true. The island of Ragnorak couldn’t have been ruled by wyverns. It wasn’t possible. Was it? Talia finally came to her tree house. Made from a giant redwoods tree that she had bent the top branches to make a small cave at the top, it was Talia’s home if she could call it that. She entered the cave and folded her wings by her sides. She sighed. “Home sweet home.” Talia whispered. It was humble and lowly but it would do. Then she curled up in a ball with her wings around her and fell asleep to a land she wished she could be in.
When ARK had lasted twenty years..
The wyvernets will come.
When the land was full of blood and fears..
The wyvernets will come.
Find the shock egg in hottest blue..
Wings of poison will come for you.
And the lagrest egg in the mountain mire..
Will give you wings of fire.
Search through the cold
For an egg the color of whiteish mold
And hidden alone from the rival tribes..
The rock drake egg awaits unseen.
Three obilisks that splash, grow and burn.
Two shall die and one shall learn.
If the wyverns bow to a fate that is stronger and higher..
The obilisks will fall into Wyverns on Fire.
Five wyvernets born on the hottest night..
Five wyvernets born to end the fight..
Darkness will rise to bring the light.
The wyvernets are coming..
Fire and Fangs
by HGA ttg The Nazgûl and SunnyFox57
Prologue
- HGA ttg The Nazgûl
Before the island of Ragnarok was how you see it today, it was inhabited by only wyverns. During this time, there were many tribes of wyverns spread across the island. Although there was still only the basic three types of wyverns, the different tribes had different added traits unique to their tribe. Of these tribes, the strongest was the tribe of Alphas. Now these were not the same as the alpha wyverns you know today, although they are some of their descendants. They were much bigger, stronger, and faster than normal wyverns. This tribe ruled the island and helped establish order amongst the tribes. And although I wish I could say that this lasted forever, I cannot, for nearly all good things must come to an end.
There were two princes of the Alphas. One, a lightning wyvern, was strong and wise, however, he tended to lack initiate and was hard to move toward action. His brother, Draco, was a fire wyvern, filled a burning fire of a temper. He was smart and cunning. Draco wanted to rule the island, but not in a peaceable way. The day came for the next king to be chosen, and it did not come as a shock when it was not Draco, but his brother. Although Draco’s brother loved him, no amount of encouragement could calm the rage in Draco.
One day, when his brother left the island with his parents to escort them to the final resting place of the wyverns, he took his chance. He rallied some tribes of wyverns and laid waste to the island. When his brother returned, he was devastated. He met his brother in the land he had laid waste to in the north. The brothers fought for what seemed like hours. Finally, Draco was struck down by a bolt of lighting blasted into his face. He fell from the sky, tumbling into a ravine, never to be seen again…
…or so they thought.
Wings of wyverns: the wyvernet prophecy (part 2)
“Realy?” Burn stepped back and turned the egg slowly between her talons. Her forked tongue slipped in and out of her smile. “So, IceWyvern. Is this egg a part of your pathetic prophecy?”
Hvitur went still.
Burn tapped lightly on the eggshell with one talon. “Hello?” She called. “Is there a wyvernet of destiny in there? Ready to come out and end this big bad war?”
“Leave it alone,” Hvitur choked out.
“Tell me,” Burn said, “what becomes of your precious prophecy… if one of the five wyvernets is never hatched at all?”
“You wouldn’t,” he said. “No one would harm a wyvern egg.” His blue eyes were fixed desperately on her talons.
“No ‘Wings of sky, to help save the world,” burn said. “What a sad, sad story.” She began tossing the egg from one wing to the other. “I guess that means I should be 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 important little- oops!”
With an exaggerated lunge, Burn pretended the wet egg was slipping through her wing talons… and then she let it fall over the side of the cliff into the rocky darkness below.
“NO!” Hvitur shrieked. He threw himself off the two soldiers and flung himself toward the edge. Burn slammed her massive wings down on his neck.
“So much for destiny,” she smirked. “So much for your tragic little movement”
“You’re a monster,” the IceWyvern gasped, writhing under her wing claws. His voice cracked with despair. “Well never give up. The wyvernets— the wyvernets will come and stop this war.”
Burn leaned down to hiss in his ear. “Even if they do— it’ll be far too late for you.” Her wing claws shredded through the silver wyvern’s wings as he shrieked in agony. With a swift movement, she stabbed her poisonous tail through his skull and flung him off the edge of the cliff.
The ice wyvern’s screams cut off long before the echoes of his corpse slamming into the rock below.