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The Concept of a Heart- Chapter 1- The Unknown Life
So here it is! My stand alone title about finding one's destiny through much trials, tribulations, especially when love is concerned!
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The Concept of a Heart
Chapter One-
The Unknown Life
It was winter in Myunae nu Eira. The vast mountain range that already saw snow in even the summertime was the coldest spot in all of Nyethra in winter hardly rivaled by any, even the Cryogen Lands to the very distant north. No creature could survive long in Myunae nu Eira’s wintry environment. Nothing except the dactylons, gigantic reptilian birdlike monsters that patrol its skies each day, and the Guardians of Life, whose citadel, Castla nu Craara, was nestled in a valley between two of the biggest peaks in Myunae nu Eira. These extraordinary elemental foxes stand between the balance of life itself, and its eternal ruin. The Guardians of Life are responsible for the retaining of the fragile balance of the Seven Forces of Life. They face opposition from various sources from the Kobold Bandits in the desert to the north, to the Shadow Vulpines from the hellish Hydyraen even further north, and even occasional rogues thirsting for power from the Guardians’ sacred spirits to the south. Most of their opposition comes from the fellow natives in Myunae nu Eira: the dactylons. The massive birds are over three times bigger than a fully grown fox is and can fly at speeds ten times faster than a fox can run and can carry five full grown foxes with no issue. Their favorite food is fox cub. The Guardians can only just hold their own against these monstrous creatures, but the occasional casualty does occur. And in the cruel claws of winter seem to sharpen their claws as well, for in the hungry winters they suffer, they target Castla nu Craara more and more often. The citadel is often on high alerts, never once glancing away from the skies each day in anticipation for an attack. Each day was the same in the winter. Keep Forces in balance. Watch the skies for dactylons. Keep on training and getting stronger. That was just about it. Hardly a soul was allowed outside except for certain training regimens or to venture out on a mission to restore balance somewhere in Nyethra. It was an endless cycle for Castla nu Craara; they hardly ever break their stride in any situation, even in chaotic ones like when Arcane had tried to seize control. That fiasco was only six months ago, and Justice Savior, Arrabalta, Aerobolt Novara Arrabalta was called away from his cubhood home Hydyraen to return to his birthplace Castla nu Craara to aid in warding him off for good. Aerobolt was first born in the Guardian citadel but a week after birth, he was snatched away from the arms of his mother, Shade, the Arch Guardian of Darkness who is also a Shadow Vulpine like him, by his older brother to be raised in the hellish halls of Hydyraen so that he may one day join him to destroy the Guardians. Aerobolt’s morality could not be swayed however, and Arcane’s plan backfired. Sixteen years Aerobolt spent living in confinements of Hellgates, with no hope, no happiness, no anything good whatsoever, until Shade found him. Aerobolt had become a legend within the Guardians for his uncanny likeness to Arcane and his power. The two’s moralities were the exact opposite however. Arcane believe that justice does not exist as long as some struggle in iniquity while others did not and thought that by releasing Darkness all over Nyethra would correct or maybe even destroy the justice imbalance. Aerobolt however thought life was meant to be as such. The two met one last time six months ago to see who was right, and Aerobolt had obtained the powers of Justice Savior. Aerobolt was then deemed to be the God of Justice when he would die. The story is still fresh in each Guardian’s minds six months later in the brutal winter.
Xen Aura Ghoa was still a cub at the time, as inconspicuous as a pebble next to a boulder. He yearned so much to help the great hero in the Battle of Justice, but because he was born much too late, it was not meant to be. Being a cub, so helpless, inexperienced, and dependent such as he, he could not help but feel utterly worthless. Even when he was finally apprenticed two months ago, he felt that there was no place for him anywhere in Castla nu Craara or in life as a whole. He blended in. Nothing special whatsoever about him. He hated that. He hated he couldn’t be someone special like Aerobolt or Shade or anyone else! He seemed just like everyone else! There was one thing he could say was unusual about him though. His Bane Force was Light. Each Guardian, wielding six of the seven Forces while the seventh serves as their Bane, knows that Light is the most rare Bane in existence. Out of the two thousand Guardians, only four or five have Light as a Bane. Including the Guardian Leader, Fielra. And also Xen Aura Ghoa. Xen however did not think that made him truly unique within the Guardians. He thought of it as something that made him only a little different. He wanted DO something extraordinary, like Aerobolt did. He strived to be the best Guardian he could, but in his apprenticeship, he had to bitterly admit he was weak. Is weak. To this day, he still can barely conjure any of the other six Forces, including his Dominant Force, Wind. Constantly he’d beat himself up right in front of his mentor for getting something wrong. Oh his mentor… Since Light is shared as a Bane by so few other Guardians, there were hardly any choices to train him. In the end he ended up with the extremely hesitant Guardian named Touda. Xen did not care that much. All he wanted to be was great. Greater. Greatest. But with each passing day, the more he fails, the more discouraged he gets and thinks to himself that no way he could be what he always dreamed! What a fool he was to think he could ever be useful in the Guardians!
One wintry day however, he was given a chance. He was sent to the ramparts of the citadel thankfully sheltered from the brutal winter wind to watch for dactylons. That meant to him at least, that his mentor thought he could be ready to help tackle a dactylon if he needed to. He stood there with his eyes glued to the skies muttering under his breath nervously, “I will not let them down this time… I will not let them down this time…” repeatedly until his tongue felt frozen. His fur fluffed out from the cold. It was boring standing there in one place all day. But this duty had to be carried out. It was an important job! If one flank of the citadel was left unwatched, a dactylon could easily break through it completely unnoticed!
Xen smelled the air. More snow was on the way. It snowed almost every day it seemed. The entrance to the citadel was almost always blocked by at least five feet of snow, locking the Guardians in anyway. If a mission needed to be carried out around Nyethra, Guardians are often seen jumping out of the Spire windows into the deep snow mounds several stories below! What brave souls! Xen shivered not from the cold, but from the thought of jumping out a window several stories high. Then the thought of traveling on paw through snow that reached their necks in the bitter cold the mountains have to offer made him shiver involuntarily. As good a Guardian as he hoped to be, he dreaded the day he had to do that.
Noon had come and gone. The afternoon was starting to die. Xen wondered if he was going to turn into a statue. He glanced back to see if there was a Guardian waiting to take his place. But when no one came, he looked back out at the unforgiving mountains with a disappointed sigh. It seemed the dactylons were not going to attack today. That was when he heard the screeching sounding from exactly the opposite side of the citadel. Figures. As soon as he thought nothing was going to happen. He turned to leave the ramparts to go help his endangered comrades but his mentor stopped him in his tracks.
“No Xen,” says Touda with a handpaw blocking him. “You must stay here and guard this side of the citadel should the dactylons wish to draw us away and leave this side wide open.”
Xen was even more disappointed at his uselessness. “But Touda! I have gotten much better at fighting! I-I really want to help this time!”
Touda shook his head. “You will be helping by helping making sure this side of Castla nu Craara is safe! I’ll be here too if something happens.”
Xen blinked. “But that’s just it! If you were here, you could take my place while I go and help!”
Touda realized he had said the wrong words and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Look, just stay here, alright!? I don’t want to be responsible for anything that happens to you!” he exclaimed as the sound of screeching reverberated once more from behind them.
“Nothing will happen to me this time!” Xen argued.
“You don’t know that!” Touda exclaimed getting quickly impatient.
Xen growled out loud. “I can’t ever do anything can I!?” He slammed a fist onto the stone walls of the rampart.
“You were apprenticed only two weeks ago! You’d really think you’d be ready for something like those dactylons just like that!?” Touda countered.
“Didn’t someone say that the way to take down dactylons was with numbers and not with strength alone? Surely if I were added to those numbers, driving off those things will be easier!” Xen tried to counter again.
The screeching got louder. It made Touda jump. “Damn it! Are they here too!?” Xen felt his heart flare up with hope. But when the screeching stopped, Xen felt his heart deflate with disappointment. Touda let out a sigh of relief. “Phew… no need to—“
A pair of gigantic bat-like wings flew straight up along the side of the ramparts sending Xen flying off his paws and straight into Touda with a surprised yelp. Touda cursed again, much louder this time. “Guardians! Help! They’re here too!” he screeched at the top of his lungs down into the citadel. Several sets of pawsteps could be heard a few seconds later. Immediately the dactylons swooped into the citadel ramparts again. It reached into it with its cruel talons, narrowly missing Xen by inches. Xen yelped in fear. It was trying to grab him! This was his time! To show them what he could really do!
But before he could get to his paws, he was shoved aside by the reinforcements his mentor called in. Among these reinforcements was Aerobolt’s best friend, Storm Cesia Tharo, whom Xen heard was nearly snatched away by one on Aerobolt’s journey back up here. Xen was fuming. He was so close to showing them he was not useless! But he sat and watched in dismay as the group of Guardians used various Forces to take down the dactylon. Even though whenever the dactylon got hit and it was barely fazed, it knew it was badly outnumbered and would not win. It began to take flight away from the citadel. The Guardians began to also retreat. Xen realized this was his last chance to do something. As the Guardians backed off, he sped towards the edge of the ramparts yelling. He could barely hear Touda yelling his name. He kept his gaze focused on the retreating dactylon. Xen raised his paw as he got close to the edge and shot a burst of Wind at the dactylon. But Xen did not realize as he did so, he flung his upper body over the edge of the rampart and he began to fall over it. Xen yelled in shock as his footpaws left the ground. As he fell, he could hear the Guardians exclaiming and trying to grab him. But they were too slow. As he fell, he saw his burst of wind disrupt the dactylon’s flight and it too began to fall with a strangled screech. Xen and the dactylong plummeted through the cold air together. Together they screamed in fright and surprise, in unison with the equally shocked Guardians above. Xen fell headfirst towards the snowy ground below. For a brief moment time stood still, and he felt regretful for being so brash about fighting the way he did. What an idiotic move it was just charging at the rampart’s edge like that! He knew if he survived this fall, he was going to get an earful of both Fielra and Touda regarding it. But at least one thing was certain, he thought to himself as he fell in to the snow. ‘I had taken a dactylon down with me!’
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I will HOPEFULLY have more time to write soon... Sorry for extremely slow writing stuff, but my time has been WAY cut lately... but hopefully when I drop one of my classes I'll have a lot more time!
My actual series! http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5340298/
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The Concept of a Heart
Chapter One-
The Unknown Life
It was winter in Myunae nu Eira. The vast mountain range that already saw snow in even the summertime was the coldest spot in all of Nyethra in winter hardly rivaled by any, even the Cryogen Lands to the very distant north. No creature could survive long in Myunae nu Eira’s wintry environment. Nothing except the dactylons, gigantic reptilian birdlike monsters that patrol its skies each day, and the Guardians of Life, whose citadel, Castla nu Craara, was nestled in a valley between two of the biggest peaks in Myunae nu Eira. These extraordinary elemental foxes stand between the balance of life itself, and its eternal ruin. The Guardians of Life are responsible for the retaining of the fragile balance of the Seven Forces of Life. They face opposition from various sources from the Kobold Bandits in the desert to the north, to the Shadow Vulpines from the hellish Hydyraen even further north, and even occasional rogues thirsting for power from the Guardians’ sacred spirits to the south. Most of their opposition comes from the fellow natives in Myunae nu Eira: the dactylons. The massive birds are over three times bigger than a fully grown fox is and can fly at speeds ten times faster than a fox can run and can carry five full grown foxes with no issue. Their favorite food is fox cub. The Guardians can only just hold their own against these monstrous creatures, but the occasional casualty does occur. And in the cruel claws of winter seem to sharpen their claws as well, for in the hungry winters they suffer, they target Castla nu Craara more and more often. The citadel is often on high alerts, never once glancing away from the skies each day in anticipation for an attack. Each day was the same in the winter. Keep Forces in balance. Watch the skies for dactylons. Keep on training and getting stronger. That was just about it. Hardly a soul was allowed outside except for certain training regimens or to venture out on a mission to restore balance somewhere in Nyethra. It was an endless cycle for Castla nu Craara; they hardly ever break their stride in any situation, even in chaotic ones like when Arcane had tried to seize control. That fiasco was only six months ago, and Justice Savior, Arrabalta, Aerobolt Novara Arrabalta was called away from his cubhood home Hydyraen to return to his birthplace Castla nu Craara to aid in warding him off for good. Aerobolt was first born in the Guardian citadel but a week after birth, he was snatched away from the arms of his mother, Shade, the Arch Guardian of Darkness who is also a Shadow Vulpine like him, by his older brother to be raised in the hellish halls of Hydyraen so that he may one day join him to destroy the Guardians. Aerobolt’s morality could not be swayed however, and Arcane’s plan backfired. Sixteen years Aerobolt spent living in confinements of Hellgates, with no hope, no happiness, no anything good whatsoever, until Shade found him. Aerobolt had become a legend within the Guardians for his uncanny likeness to Arcane and his power. The two’s moralities were the exact opposite however. Arcane believe that justice does not exist as long as some struggle in iniquity while others did not and thought that by releasing Darkness all over Nyethra would correct or maybe even destroy the justice imbalance. Aerobolt however thought life was meant to be as such. The two met one last time six months ago to see who was right, and Aerobolt had obtained the powers of Justice Savior. Aerobolt was then deemed to be the God of Justice when he would die. The story is still fresh in each Guardian’s minds six months later in the brutal winter.
Xen Aura Ghoa was still a cub at the time, as inconspicuous as a pebble next to a boulder. He yearned so much to help the great hero in the Battle of Justice, but because he was born much too late, it was not meant to be. Being a cub, so helpless, inexperienced, and dependent such as he, he could not help but feel utterly worthless. Even when he was finally apprenticed two months ago, he felt that there was no place for him anywhere in Castla nu Craara or in life as a whole. He blended in. Nothing special whatsoever about him. He hated that. He hated he couldn’t be someone special like Aerobolt or Shade or anyone else! He seemed just like everyone else! There was one thing he could say was unusual about him though. His Bane Force was Light. Each Guardian, wielding six of the seven Forces while the seventh serves as their Bane, knows that Light is the most rare Bane in existence. Out of the two thousand Guardians, only four or five have Light as a Bane. Including the Guardian Leader, Fielra. And also Xen Aura Ghoa. Xen however did not think that made him truly unique within the Guardians. He thought of it as something that made him only a little different. He wanted DO something extraordinary, like Aerobolt did. He strived to be the best Guardian he could, but in his apprenticeship, he had to bitterly admit he was weak. Is weak. To this day, he still can barely conjure any of the other six Forces, including his Dominant Force, Wind. Constantly he’d beat himself up right in front of his mentor for getting something wrong. Oh his mentor… Since Light is shared as a Bane by so few other Guardians, there were hardly any choices to train him. In the end he ended up with the extremely hesitant Guardian named Touda. Xen did not care that much. All he wanted to be was great. Greater. Greatest. But with each passing day, the more he fails, the more discouraged he gets and thinks to himself that no way he could be what he always dreamed! What a fool he was to think he could ever be useful in the Guardians!
One wintry day however, he was given a chance. He was sent to the ramparts of the citadel thankfully sheltered from the brutal winter wind to watch for dactylons. That meant to him at least, that his mentor thought he could be ready to help tackle a dactylon if he needed to. He stood there with his eyes glued to the skies muttering under his breath nervously, “I will not let them down this time… I will not let them down this time…” repeatedly until his tongue felt frozen. His fur fluffed out from the cold. It was boring standing there in one place all day. But this duty had to be carried out. It was an important job! If one flank of the citadel was left unwatched, a dactylon could easily break through it completely unnoticed!
Xen smelled the air. More snow was on the way. It snowed almost every day it seemed. The entrance to the citadel was almost always blocked by at least five feet of snow, locking the Guardians in anyway. If a mission needed to be carried out around Nyethra, Guardians are often seen jumping out of the Spire windows into the deep snow mounds several stories below! What brave souls! Xen shivered not from the cold, but from the thought of jumping out a window several stories high. Then the thought of traveling on paw through snow that reached their necks in the bitter cold the mountains have to offer made him shiver involuntarily. As good a Guardian as he hoped to be, he dreaded the day he had to do that.
Noon had come and gone. The afternoon was starting to die. Xen wondered if he was going to turn into a statue. He glanced back to see if there was a Guardian waiting to take his place. But when no one came, he looked back out at the unforgiving mountains with a disappointed sigh. It seemed the dactylons were not going to attack today. That was when he heard the screeching sounding from exactly the opposite side of the citadel. Figures. As soon as he thought nothing was going to happen. He turned to leave the ramparts to go help his endangered comrades but his mentor stopped him in his tracks.
“No Xen,” says Touda with a handpaw blocking him. “You must stay here and guard this side of the citadel should the dactylons wish to draw us away and leave this side wide open.”
Xen was even more disappointed at his uselessness. “But Touda! I have gotten much better at fighting! I-I really want to help this time!”
Touda shook his head. “You will be helping by helping making sure this side of Castla nu Craara is safe! I’ll be here too if something happens.”
Xen blinked. “But that’s just it! If you were here, you could take my place while I go and help!”
Touda realized he had said the wrong words and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Look, just stay here, alright!? I don’t want to be responsible for anything that happens to you!” he exclaimed as the sound of screeching reverberated once more from behind them.
“Nothing will happen to me this time!” Xen argued.
“You don’t know that!” Touda exclaimed getting quickly impatient.
Xen growled out loud. “I can’t ever do anything can I!?” He slammed a fist onto the stone walls of the rampart.
“You were apprenticed only two weeks ago! You’d really think you’d be ready for something like those dactylons just like that!?” Touda countered.
“Didn’t someone say that the way to take down dactylons was with numbers and not with strength alone? Surely if I were added to those numbers, driving off those things will be easier!” Xen tried to counter again.
The screeching got louder. It made Touda jump. “Damn it! Are they here too!?” Xen felt his heart flare up with hope. But when the screeching stopped, Xen felt his heart deflate with disappointment. Touda let out a sigh of relief. “Phew… no need to—“
A pair of gigantic bat-like wings flew straight up along the side of the ramparts sending Xen flying off his paws and straight into Touda with a surprised yelp. Touda cursed again, much louder this time. “Guardians! Help! They’re here too!” he screeched at the top of his lungs down into the citadel. Several sets of pawsteps could be heard a few seconds later. Immediately the dactylons swooped into the citadel ramparts again. It reached into it with its cruel talons, narrowly missing Xen by inches. Xen yelped in fear. It was trying to grab him! This was his time! To show them what he could really do!
But before he could get to his paws, he was shoved aside by the reinforcements his mentor called in. Among these reinforcements was Aerobolt’s best friend, Storm Cesia Tharo, whom Xen heard was nearly snatched away by one on Aerobolt’s journey back up here. Xen was fuming. He was so close to showing them he was not useless! But he sat and watched in dismay as the group of Guardians used various Forces to take down the dactylon. Even though whenever the dactylon got hit and it was barely fazed, it knew it was badly outnumbered and would not win. It began to take flight away from the citadel. The Guardians began to also retreat. Xen realized this was his last chance to do something. As the Guardians backed off, he sped towards the edge of the ramparts yelling. He could barely hear Touda yelling his name. He kept his gaze focused on the retreating dactylon. Xen raised his paw as he got close to the edge and shot a burst of Wind at the dactylon. But Xen did not realize as he did so, he flung his upper body over the edge of the rampart and he began to fall over it. Xen yelled in shock as his footpaws left the ground. As he fell, he could hear the Guardians exclaiming and trying to grab him. But they were too slow. As he fell, he saw his burst of wind disrupt the dactylon’s flight and it too began to fall with a strangled screech. Xen and the dactylong plummeted through the cold air together. Together they screamed in fright and surprise, in unison with the equally shocked Guardians above. Xen fell headfirst towards the snowy ground below. For a brief moment time stood still, and he felt regretful for being so brash about fighting the way he did. What an idiotic move it was just charging at the rampart’s edge like that! He knew if he survived this fall, he was going to get an earful of both Fielra and Touda regarding it. But at least one thing was certain, he thought to himself as he fell in to the snow. ‘I had taken a dactylon down with me!’
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I will HOPEFULLY have more time to write soon... Sorry for extremely slow writing stuff, but my time has been WAY cut lately... but hopefully when I drop one of my classes I'll have a lot more time!
My actual series! http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5340298/
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 120 x 67px
File Size 43 kB
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