Chapter One: The Betrayal

It was six years since the party. Faerus was playing with his Automaton. They were trying to make Prometheans out of clay. Kastor was bustling around, eating extra fast and also bringing his staff. Physialla was making sure Kastor was looking his best.
“Well, bye honey, I must go and see the council,” said Kastor.
Physialla kissed Kastor before letting him go, “Come back soon ok?”
Kastor smiled, “Of course I will, no need to worry, this errand won’t take long.”
Kastor walked to the great palace, where they are holding their council meeting. Going through the huge doors that admit entrance, Kastor took his rightful place on the biggest chair. The 36 council members bowed before Kastor. One of them spoke up, “Kastor, the council has come to a decision, it was hard to make, but we have all decided.”
Kastor looked around the grim faces of the council members, he was gazing at one when it suddenly convulsed. Shocked, Kastor glanced at the rest of the members, and saw that all of their body parts and faces were twisting, except one. That one member was shocked and ran to Kastor’s side, the warrior held his staff, and prepared to defend himself.
“Don’t worry Kastor, we only decided that you as the head of this council has been too long, actually, we decided that Atlantis standing was too long,” said one of the members before a huge RIPP!!!! Was heard.
Flesh, skin, guts and bones flew everywhere, revealing the monsters within. The one that spoke, which was actually a Minotaur, glared at Kastor.
An Einherjar blew his horn before roaring, “CCCCCCCHHHHHARRRRRGGGEEEEE!!!!!!”
Kastor stood in front of the last member, and started fending off the opponents. It seemed like every myth unit that can fight was there. He sent a Behemoth flying into the palace wall, creating an indentation. The fight did not seem to last quite long, but Kastor was holding his own. That was, until the last council member morphed, revealing he was a monster too. He was an Avenger, and stabbed both his swords through Kastor. The warrior gasped in surprise, as he felt his body getting split in two. With a loud and sickening rip, the Avenger used his whirlwind attack. The effect was that Kastor was split in two and his two halves hit the two walls. The monsters laughed maniacally before destroying the Palace within, and then they proceeded to destroy all of Atlantis.
Physialla was worried about Kastor, and went outside to check on him. She was mutilated into tiny pieces by a Scorpion Man. Faerus’ Automaton went outside to check the scream, but was then scattered into pieces by another Automaton and a Chimaera. The myth units then went inside and trashed the manor, collapsing it efficiently before destroying the rest of Atlantis. The once magnificent city was destroyed into rubble, and smoke drifted to the surface. The myth units then left, each bearing the symbol of Atlantis on them. Underneath the rubble, the six-year old Faerus was still alive. He got up, and fire burned in his eyes, he then picked up the gifts given to him, and wore the armor and bore the swords. He then trained himself amongst the ruins, always bearing the same thought, Vengeance!
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Ok, thats chapter one, its not as long as the prologue, but have more violence and bloodthirstyness.

[This message has been edited by DragitronX (edited 11-03-2003 @ 06:38 PM).]

Eh, nevermind

[This message has been edited by PW_DarkKnight (edited 11-02-2003 @ 10:42 PM).]

LOL @ DK, Soccy said they belonged in GD so he moved it back

Nice... very nice.
Keep on the good work, DragitronX!

Nice story... can't wait to read next chapter.

Keep it up. Btw you need to add a lone Camel named Crude , nah j/k, good stuff.

Very well written. Good job.

very good man

-The Speaker

Chapter Two: The Moving

BANG! CLASH! SSSSCCCKREE!!! The night was ringing from the sounds of the swords clashing together. A 15 year old teenager was parrying with a metallic menace. The teen slashed the Automaton, who countered with his own blade. They fought on and on, having started this battle during noon time. The Automaton never tired, and neither did the teen. Pivoting on one foot, Faerus swung his two heavy metal swords at the Automaton. The blow sent the entire upper body of the monster flying into a wall. The battle ended there. Faerus grabbed his cloth, and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck. The Automaton was fixing himself with his feet. Faerus turned and looked at the metallic slave.
“Good practice Autno,” smiled Faerus.
The Automaton got up, completely repaired, “I do what ever you tell me to do Master.”
Faerus had repaired the Automaton when he was eight, and has been practicing with the Automaton. Only now had he finally beaten the slave in combat. He was now ready. He helped the Automaton get up, and then grabbed an apple to eat. Thinking to himself, he pondered should he go now, or train some more. As if he can read minds, Autno walked next to Faerus.
“You are ready now master, you can go and challenge the traitorous Atla-Mynts. (The name given by Faerus to the traitors)
Faerus got back up, “You’re right Autno, and I wish I can bring you with me.”
“No master, if I leave this old city, I will fall back to the pieces I came from,” said the Automaton, with a hint of sadness, though robots usually don’t feel emotions.
Smiling, Faerus packed up all his things, and with a farewell, started to leave his homeland while the night was young. Unbeknownst to him, he was heading for the great country of Greece. Deciding he doesn’t need sleep, he continued on through the night, making good progress. Meanwhile, in Old Atlantis, Autno was sad that his master left him. He was marching along when he heard a rough growl behind him. The metal man turned around, seeing nothing, he continued on. Just then, a snort can be heard. Raising his sword, Autno’s metallic eyes surveyed the landscape. He then saw a Minotaur in front of him. It was the same Minotaur which declared Kastor’s death that many years ago.
“I have returned, now, where’s the boy!?!?!” roared the Minotaur.
Autno stood his ground, “Faerus has left to destroy you and your ilk, but since you’re here anyway, I’ll slay you FOR HIM!”
The Automaton rushed at the Minotaur, who dodged with surprising speed for his bulk. The Minotaur spun around and kicked Autno in the chest, knocking him into the wall.
“My name is Montar, and I have come to kill the boy. But if he’s not here, I will slay YOU instead, you DAMNED ATLANTEAN TOY!!!!” roared Montar.
The metallic man swung his blade at the Minotaur again, who blocked it with his arms. The bull charged at Autno, who tried to defend himself with his shield. The result was that the shield broke into pieces, but Autno was ok. Infuriated since his left horn was broken, the fearsome monster punched Autno in the face. The Automaton’s metal cannot withstand so much pressure, and it crumpled. But Autno was a resilient fighter; he repaired his face as quick as lightning, before slashing the Minotaur on the leg. At the same time Montar leaped up and did a spinning kick that sent Autno flying into a crumbled wall. As the dust cleared, a rock was sent flying onto Montar’s chest, in turn knocking the bull-man into the remains of the old Palace. Both combatants went out of the ruins. Both eyeing each other, one pair red with anger, while the other cold as the metal it’s made out of. The staring contest did not last long; Autno rushed at Montar and successfully slashed the Minotaur along the face. His blood dripping on the floor, the bull rammed the Automaton in the stomach, before grabbing both sides of Autno. With a loud SSSSSHHEEEEEAAARRRRRR the Automaton was disconnected with his legs. And with a roar, Montar hooked his claws into the Automaton’s metallic face, and flung Autno into a distant mountain, where he shattered into very tiny pieces, never to be remade again. Shaking the blood from his face, the Atla-Mynt headed off in the same direction of Faerus, meaning to slay the boy once and for all.
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Eh, I realize this would probably consist of about 40 chapters, and don't know how long can I keep you guys interested.

[This message has been edited by DragitronX (edited 11-03-2003 @ 06:37 PM).]

Wow! Really good, Im actually enjoying these

Chapter Three: Greece

Faerus was amazed when he arrived in Greece. It was a bustling place, lots of merchants and agoras everywhere. Seeing such a huge country, he first went to Athens, a great city of Greece. He saw olives everywhere, and he himself bought a jar of olive oil to keep himself in good fighting position, and also as a deodorant. Seeing as he hasn’t bathed in 9 years, he needed the oil. He went to the public baths, and got in one of them. Cleaning himself thoroughly, he got out of the huge tub and put on the olive oil. Being as hot as it is, he still wore his armor and carried his sword. His body can tolerate the temperature, due to Setna’s gift of strength. He walked around, and many girls flocked to him, seeing a young but strong teen walking around on the streets. Faerus has no interest in romance or girls, and sent many of the girls home unhappy and disheartened. He was walking around when a soldier confronted him.
“Well mister, I don’t know who you are, but NOBODY but soldiers can carry weapons in Athens. Direct disobeyment means consultation with the King!” the soldier then shoved Faerus aside….. This was the soldier’s biggest, and last, mistake.
Grabbing his hand, Faerus lifted the soldier into the air; he then slammed the unfortunate guard down, and with his two swords, lopped of the head, helmet and all. With his other sword, the Atlantean sheared through the Greek armor and severed the upper half with the lower half. Bystanders gasped at the warrior, and all hid in there houses, and in some cases, their huge brazen pots. Somehow, word of the warrior was sent to the King, who dispatched a retrieval squad to apprehend the warrior. This squad was lead by General Kelthis, a Myrmidon with the reputation of a blood thirsty slaughterer. Faerus was sitting in the shade of an agora when he heard the rumbling and clanking of the soldiers. The hoplites and toxotes saw Faerus, and identified him at once. Firing arrows, Faerus was shot several times before he realized these were opponents. Luckily, those toxotes where not even champions, so the arrows didn’t even pierce Ajax’s chest mail. Getting up, the teen used his blade to deflect the next batch of arrows. The heavy hoplites slowly clunked to Faerus, whose twin blades where more than capable of slashing through armor, shield, spear, and body all at once. Soon, it was apparent that the squad was no match; the toxotes searched for Kelthis, but their General has run away long ago when Faerus first deflected the arrows. The toxotes surrendered, and told Faerus that he was wanted at the Palace by the King.
Faerus smiled as he thought about it, “I guess I should pay a visit to the king then.”
Heading for the town center, he was intercepted by General Kelthis, who decided to be brave.
“You shall not pass criminal, and I shall make sure you don’t!!!” screamed the General.
With a mad cry, Kelthis charged at Faerus, only to find himself knocked back by the teen. Angry that he was actually hurt by a child, he swung his curved blade at Faerus’ head. Expecting such a predictable blow, the Atlantean ducked before thrusting his swords upward, stabbing through the General’s lungs. Surprised was etched over Kelthis’ face as he fell down into a puddle of his own blood. Approaching the Town Center, all the guards swarmed at Faerus.
The teenage warrior shook his head, “I have no time for this.”
With a roar he instantly slew one of the guards. The others immediately ran away in panic.
“What a crowd of ninnies,” laughed an amused Faerus.
As he entered the center, the King got up and greeted him.
“Hello Faerus, if that’s your name, I heard you were a mighty warrior…... For a teen,” said the King.
“I don’t know who you are, but why did you call me here?”
The King shook his head before sitting back on his throne, “Sit, I have a story to tell you.”
Faerus chose a seat before paying attention to the King again. Once he saw that Faerus was ready, the King started talking.
“I am King Theseus, Son of King Aegeus,” started the King.
Recognition dawned in Faerus’ eyes. “Whoa, you’re famous for slaying the dreaded Minotaur of Crete!”
“Yes yes, but that was when I was young. Now, I am old, 95 actually. There is a new Minotaur, terrorizing the people. I would go and slay it, but I’m afraid if I attempted to fight again, my heart will fail me and I’ll drop dead, which is neither beneficial to me or my people. From the reports I heard from you, I was amazed of your fighting capabilities. So, now, I need you to-“
Faerus interrupted, “You need me to slay the Minotaur and return back to you with his head?”
Theseus nodded, “Yes, but you can take out the head part. So, will you do it?”
Faerus pretended to think, but in reality, he was wondering if this is the Minotaur that was part of the betraying of his father. He already decided he will slay the monster whether it’s the one or not. Seeing the expectant look on Theseus’ face, he nodded. The King smiled, and sat back to relax.
“Well young one, the Minotaur lives in a cave just northwest of here. I know it’s hard for a 22 year old like you to take on such a monster, but you’re my last hope.”
Faerus stared at the King, “Sire, I am actually 15 years of age.”
Theseus was shocked, “FIFTEEN!?! I’m sorry, this is way too hard for a teen like you, think nothing of this quest, I’ll find somebody else.”
“No need sir, I can take care of this, I might be fifteen, but I am more mature beyond my years,” replied Faerus.
The King was still hesitant, in the end he sighed. “Yes yes, that’s what I thought you would say. From your physique and the way you think, I thought you were 22. Oh well, just go on if you wish, though I won’t be angry if you don’t want to.”
“Oh no your majesty, I intend to go, whether you want me to go or not.”
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Not as exciting, and more dialogue, but its to lead up to a better chapter, which consists of more violence and blood shed.

[This message has been edited by DragitronX (edited 11-03-2003 @ 11:08 PM).]

Great stuff man! Keep it coming!

As you wish Sir Michael. This is the last chapter for today. I'm beat.

Chapter Four: The Bullfight

It was dusk as Faerus approached the cave with which the Minotaur lies within. Gripping his trusty swords, the warrior entered the cave. Suddenly, a boulder wall fell behind him, trapping him in total darkness. Faerus cannot see anything, until, unexpectedly, a brilliant flash emitted from him, encasing him in the colors of the Aurora Borealis. The light let him see his way through the long tunnel that lies ahead. He started walking down the passage, until he saw a door. As he opened the door, a powerful jet of venom lanced across his arm. (He doesn’t possess arm protection) Kneeling in pain, eight serpents leapt at him. Four biting on each arm, he couldn’t move, and saw a snake with wings in front of him. His arms were numb from the poison, and the Wadjet was using his tongue to smell Faerus. The warrior head-butted the Wadjet, shattering its two front fangs. Since his arms were deadened, he used his feet to kick one of his swords into the Wadjet before it retaliated. The Wadjet was dead before it even fell on the floor. Faerus got up, but winced in pain as his arms were starting to blacken. Suddenly, he felt warm, very warm, and the serpents were repelled. The godly blood inside him healed his arms immediately, and picking up his two swords, he made sure that each and every serpent was dead. When his task was done, he was faced with another challenge. Two roads, which to take. He spent an hour pondering this, until he decided to go left. One of his first mistakes, but definitely not his last. He then approached another door, just when his hand was on the knob he was pulled to the ground. Dead minions were coming back to the surface, and were slashing at the boy. Powerless, Faerus had to endure this torture until they have left. Unluckily, the Minions don’t mean to leave.
Realizing he will die sooner or later, the warrior decided to take action. Summoning all his strength, (and that’s a lot) he managed to free one leg. One leg was all he needed; he kicked a Minion into bits of skeleton, and then kicked the ones holding his arms. Grabbing the twin swords, he started severing the spinal cords of the Minions, making sure they cannot revive by crushing them underneath his foot. He then turned the doorknob…. It was locked. Furious that he had come here just to face a locked door, he used his blade and smashed the door open. He then realized he was in a chamber, with torches around it. There was a tunnel in front, and he can vaguely see a form coming out of it. As Faerus squint to see what this creature is, the creature revealed itself as a Minotaur.
“Hello human, I am Montar, the mightiest Minotaur ever, excluding my grandfather Kamos!!!!”
Faerus immediately saw the emblem of Old Atlantis on his chest, and with great anger he roared. Not wasting time chatting, Faerus ran to Montar. The Minotaur prepared his broadsword, but then was sent flying from Faerus’ sword bash trick, created by Kastor himself. This bash was stronger than his father’s, as his swords are heavier and Faerus is stronger than his father. Being sent flying into the cave wall was not something that happened to Montar everyday, so the bull monster was twice as mad as before. Swinging his broad sword, he clipped Faerus’ shoulder. Diving underneath, the Atlantean attempted the same technique he killed Kelthis with. Unluckily, the Minotaur realized this and leaped over Faerus, and landing on the warrior’s knee cap, crushing it instantly. Faerus got back up staggeringly, his left leg useless. He decided to pivot instead of chasing Montar. The bull rushed at Faerus, who slashed off one of the Minotaur’s arms. The warrior grinned as blood spurted out of the wound. Now the Minotaur can’t carry the heavy broad sword anymore. Knowing he is losing, Montar tried to tackle Faerus; this was repelled as the warrior simply utilized his sword bash again. This time, the result was that the Minotaur was bashed into the wall headfirst, and a loud snap can be heard from the neck.
Faerus approached the corpse, “It’s over betrayer.”
“But IS it?” said a mocking voice behind Faerus.
The young Atlantean turned around to see the REAL Montar, swinging the broad sword with one arm. Already wounded, the teen cannot possibly match up with the real deal. In seconds, Faerus was on the floor, blood spurting from the stump that was his left leg. The real Montar was very tough, and very fast indeed. Before he killed off Faerus, he mocked him.
“You know what? It was I who organized the betrayal of your father at the Palace. It was I who killed the original Council members and replaced them with my comrades. And it was I who dismantled your bucket o’ bolts that you call an Automaton. AHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!” laughed the Minotaur.
Rage surged through Faerus like he never felt before. Suddenly, his leg came back, and his eyes blood red, he ran to Montar. The Minotaur was not prepared as the tackle knocked him off his feet. Surprised, the bull monster got back up, only to get stabbed by Faerus. The young teen then smiled. He started pivoting, and the Minotaur’s eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen.
Faerus smiled grimly, “Remember this when you go to Tartarus, I am the AVENGER!!!!”
With that said, the Atlantean did the trademark whirlwind of an Avenger. The result was the same as with Kastor, the mighty Montar was tore in half and his halves hit the cave walls with a loud PLOP! Blood and guts oozed onto the floor. The 15-year old still smiled as he chopped the Minotaur into mincemeat, and dined on the red flesh himself. Following the tunnel where the fake Montar came from, he exited the cave. That was his first Atla-Mynt that he has slain, and it is certainly not his last.

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This is also the chapter where it reveals Faerus' desire for vengeance, even down to drinking the blood of his enemy.

[This message has been edited by DragitronX (edited 11-03-2003 @ 11:12 PM).]

nice, very nice.

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Um, I moved it on accident. Yup...accident...right...

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Uh huh, sure...

@DragitronX: These are cool Keep 'em comin, I espcially like the blood part...

I appreciate all the compliments, and feel free to criticize should you find fault, it'll help me become a better writer. I dare not type anymore today, I'm losing focus, thats why the last chapter was a bit rushed. Though its still good in my opinion.

Very nice. I did find one small problem, though. Athens wasn't the capital of Greece, in fact there was no capital of Greece. Greece was made up of several city-states like Athens and Sparta that controlled the land around them. I don't think Athens became the capital until about the 1800s or so when modern Greece was formed. But other than that it's very good.

Oh? I always thought it was the capital of Greece. Hmm, maybe you're right, I'll edit that post so it'll be ok even if Athens was the capital or not.

I looked it up for you.

Quoted from Encarta.com:

Source here (link) in section III.D

About the story. You could take it to the scenario design forum and see if anyone wants to make a campaign or a cinematic movie out of it.

Oh? I don't think anyone will be much interested, but I will try. But this story is going to be very long indeed, I have at least 30 more chapters to go, maybe more, maybe less.

Also, I have edited my posts, I fixed some errors in them, and you can enjoy them now with minimum errors.

Oh yeah, I'm much obliged Halimedes, for your info.

[This message has been edited by DragitronX (edited 11-03-2003 @ 11:14 PM).]

No, no, keep at it! We rarely see such persistent and great fanfic writing.

Please continue. =D

Well there's one thing that is very strange: Setna was 62 years old in the Fall of the Trident, so in your prologue he is at least 72, while he has a kid of 4! Making a child when you are 68 years old was quite impossible in those times!
But, on the whole, those stories are just GREAT! Keep them coming!

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[“You know what? It was I who organized the betrayal of your father at the Palace. It was I who killed the original Council members and replaced them with my comrades. And it was I who dismantled your bucket o’ bolts that you call an Automaton. AHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!” laughed the Minotaur.
Rage surged through Faerus like he never felt before.]

Have you watched the Lion King lately?

A good story, at least as far as I 've read it. Very lively language and expressions

*Prints out the story for future reading*

You are an ingenious author, DragitronX! Keep the good work up!

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keep em koming, but 30 chapters to go?
this would be a real spam topic

-The Speaker

Its a very good story, just a couple of erros I noticed....

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very unlikely. He's 15 you say?

And Athens didn't have a King, they were one of the first cities to put in place a democracy system.

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Ever hear of Strom Thurmond?

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True, but the story may portray the time before that, when Athens had a somewhat complicated governmental system in which tyrants were involved.

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