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#legend179# -> Son of Time (7/1/2012 22:55:02)

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In the age before man, the gods walked the earth
In the time before gods, the titans roamed the heavens
When the titans brought humans into existence, the gods were angered
In retaliation, the gods created a plane between the earth and the heavens
And for all of eternity, they banished the titans to this realm
But there was one titan whose power they did not account for
A titan whose magnificent abilities defied logic and time itself
Moments before his banishment, the titan of time traveled to six separate times
Leaving behind the only thing he could that would help him and his brethren
Three sons and three daughters, each blessed with his powers
Hoping against hope that that would be enough to protect the world
And that his children would be able to keep everything in balance


This is the story of the sixth child of time, the titan's son Khyber, and his quest to learn the story of his father.


Author's Note: This is what the narrator's voice looks like.




#legend179# -> RE: Son of Time (7/1/2012 23:54:15)

Prologue

The man pulled his hood down, trying to hide his face from the people in the room for he knew that most people would be startled by his changing appearance. As he sat there, his face was constantly changing. As he sat there, his body was constantly aging, going through the cycle of life over and over again. One moment he would appear as a young man, barely into his teens. The next minute he would look like a middle-aged man who has just begun to really see the world. And then he might have the appearance of an elderly man, worn out and awaiting death.
He had the power to stop the cycle and keep the appearance of any age he wished, but it was such a nuisance that he didn't bother. He also had the power to stop time itself, so that he could freely walk and not care, for the people frozen in time would be unable to see him. But this particular titan preferred to walk amongst the people, and not separate himself as his brothers and sisters chose to do.
"What'll it be?" The bartender asked, looking at the titan. But the powerful being simply ignored the man and walked forward, towards the lady he had seen across the room.
Her hair was crimson in color and flowed down her shoulders like silk. Her skin was pale, but that only accentuated her forest green eyes. She had never met or even seen him before, but he had already lived their life together. He had already seen their initial meeting, their years of dating, their marriage, and their child. But she had no knowledge of it.
He slowly walked towards her, and as he did, he thought of the world slowing down, and it did. The people in the tavern, outside, and all over the planet came to a halt at his command. He made his way to her and slowly reached forward, gently placing his index fingers against her temples and the memories were instantly in her mind. She didn't remember coming to this city ten years ago and living her alone, barely managing to get by. In place of those horrid memories she now had new ones. She had come to this city ten years ago and had met a young man. The two had began to see each other, and after a few years, he had proposed to her. Now, they lived happily in a small cottage on the edge of the forest, just outside of town. And tonight was their anniversary. Tonight was the night his sixth and final child would be conceived.
He brought his hand back from her head, and time immediately began moving again. The tavern, the entire world, sprung back to life in an instant. She looked at him with a shine in her eye, caused by memories he had created for her. Memories of happiness and love, not of pain and solitude.
"Happy anniversary, Mayra." He said, taking her hands in his.




#legend179# -> RE: Son of Time (7/5/2012 22:05:33)

Chapter One

Deep within the forests of Sekai lies the small village of Deeproot, unchanged by time and untouched by the sword. Khyber Alamari, just fifteen years of age, had never seen the world outside of Deeproot until the day something strange happened...

Young Khyber ran across the field, play-sword fighting with his friends Ethran, Markas, and Eris. He jumped from left to right, always managing to dodge an attack, and easily managed to run behind Ethran and jab him in the back.
"Ow!" Ethran shouted, jumping forward and holding his hands on his back. "How'd you get back there so fast?"
Khyber just smirked and and sheathed his wooden sword. "I win." He stuck his tongue out playfully.
Eris slowly walked up behind Khyber and stuck her foot out behind his, nodding to Markas, who drew his sword and jabbed Khyber in the chest. He stepped backwards in surprise, tripping over Eris's foot and stumbling for a good ten feet before catching himself on a tree. "Hey, you cheated!" He shouted in protest.
Khyber quickly drew his sword and got into a balance stance, beckoning Markas. The young boy leaped forward, slicing and stabbing at Khyber's chest, but neither were able go get an edge on the other. Each attack Khyber attempted, Markas just barely managed to avoid or stop altogether, and the same for when he attacked Khyber. Their battle lasted for several minutes, for the two seemed equally matched in skill. They came to a halt with Markas's blade barely holding Khyber's away from his throat, noticing that they had moved nearly a hundred feet from where they had originally been. And they were right on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the sea.
"Khyber, we need to get back. This ledge can't be very stable." Markas said, stepping back and holding his blade down.
"Sounds like you're scared." He replied, stepping back and holding his blade at the ready.
A cruel grin crawled onto Markas's face as he leaped forward, bringing his sword down in and overhead swing. Khyber closed his eyes as he raised his blade, knowing he wouldn't be quick enough to block the blade. It was in that moment that he felt something surround him. No, it wasn't something surrounding him....it was the lack of something surrounding him. He had no idea what it was, or what was happening, but it seemed like it took Markas longer to strike than it should have. Khyber easily managed to bring his blade up to block, and as soon as he was in position, everything seemed normal again. What had been surrounding him before was there once more. And Markas's blade came down with full force.
The ground gave way under the combined weight of Khyber and the attack he was blocking, and he went down with it.
"Khyber!" Eris, Markas, and Ethran shouted in unison, running to the edge in an attempt to save their friend. But they were far too late.

* * * * *

His mind raced as he plummeted towards the jagged rocks below, thinking back over the last few years. He thought of the loved ones that would miss him. His mother and father. His brother and sister. His friends. Khyber knew that he was too young to die. It wasn't his time to go. It was wrong for him to die here.
The feeling suddenly overcame Khyber once again. He felt like something were missing, as though there was a force missing. A force that was always present, but unnoticeable until after it was gone. He clutched his eyes shut as a single tear rolled down his face, wishing he hadn't been so stupid and had followed Markas's suggestion before the cliff had given way.
The force was back. It was surrounding him once again. Khyber forced his eyes open, and was startled by what he saw. His blade was pressed again Markas's, and they were on the edge of the cliff.
"Khyber, we need to get back. This ledge can't be very stable." Markas said, stepping back and holding his blade down.
"Y-yeah, you're right." He replied, dropping his blade and jumping forward, not stopping to take a breath until he was far from the cliff.

* * * * *

Late that night, Khyber stood a few feet from the edge of the cliff, completely baffled by what had happened hours before. He had been falling. He was staring at Death's door. But then he hadn't fallen. He had been right back at the moment Markas told him to move away from the cliff. His mind raced through the events of that day, and no matter what he thought about, he always came back to one conclusion; he had been in control. Regardless of what had caused him to not fall off the cliff, he had been in control of it.
Khyber was drawn from his thoughts at the sound of coughing coming from behind him. He turned to find a middle-aged man in dark leather armor kneeling on one knee, coughing painfully into his hand.
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