Vortex

Tue Jun 13, 2000 12:45am

This is the beginning of a story I'm writing. It doesn't have any thing to do with sonic at all. It's just a story I'm writing and this is just as good a place as any to get feedback on it.

So hear goes!

The world is like a coin forever spinning in the air, one side is home to the light the other the dark. They are held there by forces too powerful for humans to comprehend or control, but to destroy these bonds and allow the dark to enter the light is another matter.
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Exar shifted his eyes away from the dark flame. Things were going wonderfully. If things kept going at this pace, the great seal would fall in a matter of days. He threw some powder on the flame, and for a moment there was a spark of color in the middle of the dark fire. It quickly disappeared engulfed by the black flame.
Exar picked up a bag that was sitting by his feet. He slowly untied the bag and pulled a cat from its depths. He uttered a dark word from the tomes of old. Exar proceeded to slit the cat's throat letting its blood pour into the flame. The aura of evil that surrounded the flame seemed to grow as the blood disappeared into its depths. For a moment there seemed to be the fleeting ghostly shape of a human being in the flame. Good, thought Exar the flame is ready for human blood.
It was a rather sunny day; the kind of day that would lift your spirits no matte how hard you tried to be gloomy. Valen was no exception; he was in a rather joyful mood, just sitting there on a little hill watching the grass grow. He was actually watching the grass grow; he had been sitting there for the past 8 hours watching the grass grow. Most people would have been bored, sore, and restless by then but not Valen.
In fact the grass growing was getting rather exiting. For weeks the lighter colored grass had been on the offensive. It had been taking territory after territory. In just a few weeks the light colored grass had nearly doubled its territory, but the darker grass had finally got its act together and was mustering a defense. So far, had been able to stop the lighter grass's advance, if it pressed its attack it might even be-able to turn the tide of battle.
After another hour of neither shade of grass making any progress, Valen got up walked down the hill. He then ran back up to the top of the hill, flipped through the air backwards, off the top and landed on his feet back at the bottom. He once again ran up the hill but instead of going backwards he kept his forward momentum. When he got to the top of the hill he threw himself at the ground, bounced off his hands and landed on the other side of the hill.
Valen rolled, jumped, leaped, stretched, did pull-ups, push-ups, and ran laps, he was doing his normal exercises, The ones he always did before a mach. He didn't have to think about the exercises; his body just did them wile his mind was free to think of other things. In his mind Valen went over every thing he knew about his opponent.
She was supposedly very fast and very strong. She had yet to be beaten (something Valen hoped to change) and she only went up against men. This was one of the reasons she had never lost a mach. Most men have a tendency to assume women are inferior, weather they do it consciously or not guys just seem to go easier on the "fairer sex", especially if there attractive. She was supposed to be rather attractive.
But Valen was not the average guy. It never accrued to him that she might be any less of a combatant just because she was a girl. Instead, he did his best to convince himself that she was a duck.
So in his mind she became a water foul. Valen had never seen her so he could not picture her body turning into a duck, nor would he want to. Instead he was convincing himself that she had the mind of a duck, so he would be able to fight her without felling any gilt or remorse.
He did this for every one he was going to have a mach with. Valen could do the necessary thing when fighting a human; he just did it so much better when he was fighting a duck. Once he convinced himself his opponent was a duck Valen no longer shame or sympathy for them.
Ducks are evil. They are the embodiment if all the wrong and indecent in the world, or at least that's what Valen thought. He hated ducks, hated them with every fiber of his inner being. Valen was not racist, he was not sexist, he did not care what religion you had, but he hated ducks.
You might even go so far as to say he was duckist. So as long as he thought of his opponent as a duck, he couldn't care less about what happened to them, during a fight he would not let up in the least; he would win. Valen finished his warm-up exercises and had thoroughly convinced himself that his opponent was a duck.