Merry christmas everyone!
Since my writing died a painful death, i decided to rekindle it a little.
This is my second fanfic. It is by no means a sequal to the first, and is by no means anything like the first, i hope you enjoy it. And remember, every time you give me a dishonest opinion, God kills a fairy.
-Warning, this story contains Guns, magic, casual tchildish swearing and other sketchy stuff-
PROLOUGE
Five thousand years ago, in Mudos. Before Industrialism and the magog cartel were anywhere near creation. Mudokon, Grub and skuba toads fought over a large jungle – covered land; which is now known as The Old Kingdom.
Wars were fought for decades with no side willing to give in, until one day
Eight mudokon chieftains sought to end the conflict by establishing a single nation on mudos; this was accepted.
But not by everyone
A ninth cheiftan, led his tribe to war with the other eight, in a bloody campaign which lasted for years. He was – of course – defeated, and as punishment, The other eight chieftains banished him from the newly founded “Old Kingdom” and using ancient tribal magic, they bond him in a prison of the hardest stone, unable to move or die. Forever.
But in that moment, the ninth chieftain cursed The Old Kingdom, swearing that the shrykull – a being of protection – would no longer watch over them – until he himself was released to rule, the nature of his enchanted prison meant that this could only be achieved by the union of the blood of the three most sinful creatures living there.
Five thousand years later, peace in the Old kingdom is still very hard to come by.
And an ancient curse rears its ugly head.
The old kingdom
1) All for nothing.
“The three bad kings, look for the three bad kings”.
“I’ve already heard all that”! Toko shouted with rage and stamped away from the weirdo’s in the room with him, who were a little taken aback by his rudeness. He removed his big – face mask and wiped the sweat from his face.
Toko was a mudokon, he was tall and looked far younger than his true age (which no one knew) He wore a green loincloth and was adorned with many amulets and symbols and his pale blue skin shining in the glow of the mudokon spirits he had conjured only a few minutes before.
Toko was by anyone’s standards a strange mud, he would vanish for months or even years at a time, popping up halfway across oddworld with no apparent means of getting there, no one knew who he really was or what he was about, even the non – believing industrialists kept their distance. Although his nature had been debated many times by many creatures. One thing everyone agreed about Toko - was that he was supernatural.
Now, Toko was a spiritual leader in a place called “The Old Kingdom”; a vast jungle and swamp covered landscape in the mid western part of Mudos. It was a place of vast importance, a place whose structures, culture and tribes stretched back before recorded history. Tall ornate stepped pyramids carved to perfection by their ancient builders dotted the landscape, dominating the countless communities of skuba toads, Grubbs and Mudokons who lived there.
Although far out of reach from the industrialists for thousands of years, The Old Kingdom had been as good as invaded by the Magog cartel, and the natives had been pushed further and further back, now with only a fraction of the old Kingdom under their control. In their desperation they turned to a curse made Thousands of years ago by a legendary, infamous being known as “The ninth chieftain”; saying that he would return and bring a shrykull to help in their time of need and consume their enemies.
For ages they tried to summon this death god, the Ninth chieftain and his shrykull into their jungle, but to no avail, and with time running short and the threat of slavery and death hanging over them, Toko had been trying for weeks to find anything in the prophecy which could be used to their advantage.
Toko turned to the eight spirits.
“Haven’t you got anything useful to tell me”?
“That’s all we know” One of them said in a chilling, echoing voice
“I’ve been in this temple for months”! Toko signed, surveying the brown
earthy walls of the dome shaped room he had taken refuge in.
“Not once have I seen anything in the prophecy to help us, nothing telling us what to do” He sighed. “Nothing”...
Another weirdo glided forward. “You have to be patient Toko” she said. “We’re trying our hardest, we want this war to end as much as you do ... it does take time”.
“Time that we don’t have”! Toko shouted throwing his mask to the floor, where it splintered. “We lost the fleech jungle this month. Most of the people are thinking their ancestors have abandoned them”.
“And what do you think”?
Toko looked up at the roof, almost seeing past the stone to the darkening sky above. “I think they may be right”.
At that moment one of the weirdo’s flew forward in a trail of blue light, thrusting his ghostly arm straight through Toko, who froze with shock.
“YOU DON’T EVER TALK LIKE THAT”! The weirdo boomed. “Where were you when we built The Old Kingdom? Where were you when we united the tribes over five thousand years ago, where were you when we fought the ninth chieftain and banished him?!!!”
Another two weirdo’s shouted at their fellow to release Toko and he flew back to his place, leaving took clutching his chest in agony”.
“Toko”. The female weirdo said sympathetically. “We will help you decipher the prophecy, we’ll tell you what you need to do to bring a shrykull to the old kingdom and end all this”.
Toko looked up at her, and nodded.
“What is it you would ask of us”?
Toko sighed. He had been listening to the weirdo’s blabber on for months now. Plus they didn’t sleep, and continued to chatter all night making it impossible to sleep himself “What is the meaning of what you just told me”?
The weirdo’s spoke in unison, a chilling trick of theirs which never failed to shake a mortal.
“It is the curse set down by our brother, the ninth chieftain; it refers to the time when he is born again into The Kingdom, allowing us to receive the shrykull’s protection”.
Toko nodded, it was finally coming together. “I thought you didn’t want The Ninth Chieftain to come back”.
The ghosts shook their heads.
“It is unfortunate, but the only way to conjure a shrykull in The Old Kingdom is for The Ninth Chieftain to return”.
He cleared his throat. “Who are the three bad kings”?
“The three bad kings are the three most evil creatures in the Old kingdom, their blood will bear the great evil which the shrykull needs to manifest here, they are as follows: the traitor, the murderer, and the thief”.
Toko smiled and nodded, finally after months it was all making sense, whoever these “three bad kings” were, he needed to find them.
“So, we need to go after these three people”.
“Correct”. Came the ghostly reply, and slowly the weirdo’s begun to fade, until only one was left. She seemed uncaring that her fellows had just vanished, and just stood there without a glimpse of life on her skull like face, as though petrified. Toko walked up to her, feeling the cold air around her cut through his thin clothes.
“Where are they”?