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Chapter 1: The Dawn of Disaster (Part 2)



The green ivy on the trees and the peculiar plants seemed foreign to our hero. As he ran down the path toward the mountains, his memory kept flashing in his mind. He was haunted by this hunt for his sister. He slowed to a stop, placing his hand on his head as the memories and flashbacks began to race through his feeble mind. These happened often, which made him descend into a slow madness. His eyes sometimes played tricks on him, making him see something that wasn't really there. His ears also played their tricks. He'd hear his sister's soothing voice as she sang to the birds. The image of her doing so and the sound would also play in unison sometimes. He loathed this. Leaning against a large rock, the sound again arose to his ears from his mind. He looked around,  swearing it was real this time. The image of Melda wearing a golden gown and letting a bird land softly on hr finger soon faded into view. She wore a blue tiara on her long, golden hair, which was braided into a long ponytail. The dress she wore went only to her right knee, exposing much of the curvy nature of the orange furred left leg. The curves were well defined, making her legs look very desirable. Though her dress also hugged her upper body rather perfectly. It outlined her curves, making it very obvious to a male that she was showing off, but not too much. Her beauty was natural, her imaginary orange fur blowing a bit in the wind since it was somewhat longer than most females would have it. The lighter brown fur that defined her cheeks took the light that was around her and seemed to make her all the more beautiful. Her small black nose showing a tip of that white light on its tip. Her green eyes also reflected the small amount of light around her as she continued to hum.
For Crash, this was too much. He growled out, drawing his blade and smashed it into a nearby tree, causing the tip to go right through it. He managed to pull it out, then swiped at the tree, cutting it down completely, having it make a loud thump in the middle of the darkness. He held his head, breathing a little heavily as his fists clenched, one around the handle of his blade. This memory of his sister was the last joyful thing he witnessed her do, which is why it was haunting him so much. He cursed himself for not quickly coming to her aid. He thought of the possibility of being taken in her place, a self-sacrifice of sorts. These weren't the only memories that plagued him. More gruesome thoughts and dreams haunted him.
He just sighed a forced sigh and sat down, laying against the rock he was near and closed his eyes, in need of some definite rest. Asspin stayed a bit away, weary of Crash's control with a blade right now, so he slept a few feet away.

The nightmare is one Crash will never forget, as it seems to play on his mental reel of dreams quite often lately. It's as if the theater has run out of plays. It started out nicely, with him approaching the city of Athos. He walked past merchants and peasants, all of them seeming to look at him as if he was already unwelcome to this city. He saw a rather stout man trying to sell some fruit that was native to where Crash came from. He approached him, then that's when it became hazy and the images began to turn dark read and the cling of blades could be heard, then gasping and screaming as someone shouted, “the merchant! Oh, the merchant! He is dead! Slain by the anger of the Mojo Gods!” Then there was another slash and sound of flesh being ripped apart as blade sliced through the man. The sound of more screaming citizens could be heard. That was the last to be heard before the dream seemed to suddenly flash, as if fast forwarding the events between then and the most haunting event of all. He was captured by the warriors of Athos, then thrown into the queen's chamber. She stood before him, tall, elegant looking. She was a mammal, very similar to Crash, but another species. She was a cat, chosen by the Mojo Gods to run Athos, as the hieroglyphics above her chair stated.
“What brings you to my city to create such chaos?” Lira, whom was the queen of Athos, asked.
Crash didn't answer.
“How dare you be silent!” Lira snapped. “Answer me, now!”
More guards came in with Asspin being held inside of a metal barred cage.
“Who's this?” she demanded.
“You majesty, I am Asspin, traveler with and protector of the mighty Crash,” Asspin said, bowing like only a floating mask could. “He cannot talk. He was never taught to.”
“Ha. I do not believe such a lie,” Lira laughed in a sarcastic manner. “Tell me why you are here!” She pointed at Crash, looking as if she was going to smite him with that finger.
Crash mistakenly chuckled a little. He found it quite humorous of how much power she thought she had.
“You, mask!” Lira growled. “Why is this mortal laughing at me? If you speak for him, then you can think for him!”
“Well... I cannot think for him, so I do not know,” Asspin said, coming off slightly flabbergasted at that allegation. “What I do know is that he is on a hunt for Corruptuious. He has taken his sister and the Gods have granted him immense power, but to use it completely, he must defeat the mighty one that opposes the Gods themselves.”
“So a personal quest, is it?” Lira asked, laughing mockingly now. “You will not find those answers here. The Gods tell me nothing lately.”
Crash growled a little, as if he was seeing through a lie.
“I wouldn't stretch the truth around this warrior, your majesty,” Asspin quickly stated. “He is unpredictable. A beast lays within him as some would say.”
“He's as predictable as any other old warrior,” Lira scoffed. “Take them away.”
Crash growled again, reaching for his blade and jumping out of reach from the guards behind him, landing behind Lira and held the blade to her throat.
“He doesn't believe you!” Asspin gasped out. “Just tell him what you know and he may spare your life!”
“Never!” Lira growled, trying to get away from Crash. He threw her against the royal throne and sliced his blade effectively and effortlessly through some of the guards, soon getting them down to a small, cowardly number. He then turned to Lira, whom was now frightened of him, not believing him to be a normal mortal anymore.
“Just speak the knowledge the Gods have given you,” Asspin cried out, not wanting to see a queen die a pointless death.
“I honestly do not know anything about these events!” Lira cried through sudden tears. “Please, spare my life! I will give you the city, the riches, anything you desire!”
Crash still refused to believe her and his blade came down and then the dream faded to darkness, the ending never playing. Deep down, he knew what he did. Out of anger, he had slain the queen of Athos. He did a horrible thing for he realized she was indeed ignorant of the Mojo Gods and Corruptuious' ongoing battle.
Here's part two of Chapter 1!


Chapter 1 (Part 1): [link]

FanFiction Link (Full Chapter 1): [link]
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Kassyaa Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
This last part is pretty violent. o.o
Still a very interesting story, keep it up, can't wait to 2nd chapter :heart:
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CrashFreak Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
It's about a tortured soul longing to save his beautiful sister. He's gonna snap a few times. Wouldn't you?
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Kassyaa Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
I don't know... *thinks*
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CrashFreak Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
*thows pie at you* TIS DA THINKING PIE!
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Kassyaa Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
PIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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CrashFreak Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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Kassyaa Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
You drank too much coffee. XD
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CrashFreak Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
COFFEE IS EVILE!

And it tastes bad =o
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