Hello, I’ve been working on this for a while. This is one of my first fan fictions, so input is also welcomed. If you would like to know Jakob's profile, please go
here and scroll down to my post with Jakob's profile. Thank you, and please enjoy:
The Chronicles Of The Rune blade
They say that whenever a mudokon dies, a tiny part of nature dies with them. This saying is connected by the belief that mudokons are so tuned to nature they are
actually nature itself at times. Jakob had heard this time and time again, yet he had never understood it, until ten years after that terrible, terrible day the Industrialists had killed Tree-talker and his family. He had been walking through the lush forest of pines, oaks, and evergreens that seemed to mock him with their apparent abundance of life. The forest suddenly stopped in a clearing. All around it, in a circle that extended about a mile in every direction, the trees were dead, the bushes non-existent. In the middle of the clearing were the remains a wooden hut, its various timbers worn and rotted from the weather and bugs.
Jakob slowly approached the hut, tears gleaming in his eyes. In his hand trembled a handful of Woldermons, flowers he had picked to lie on Tree-Talker's, his father's, and his mother's graves. He acutely became aware of how foolish he would look to an outside observer, but pushed on nonetheless. He knelt at a single stone, which crudely read:
TREE-TALKER (733-821 D.O.)
RAYNON TOMAHAWK (782-821 D.O.)
MARIKO TOMAHAWK (784-821 D.O.)
Jakob slowly put the flowers on the graves, remembering the final moments...
"Get up, you good for nothing slacker!" A slig screamed in his face. Jakob was hauled roughly to his feet between two of the group. Cruelly, another slig, obviously the leader, stood over the prostrate form of his father, who was sound asleep in his bed from the wounds. It was incredible he had not woken up, but it was a blessing so he would not feel what was to come. The slig slowly bent down, his knife gleaming like his eyes as he rested Death on the mudokon's slim throat. Jakob incredibly burst forward, screaming. "NO! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!" Too late, the slig looked up in surprise, and slit the throat in a moment. Jakob gave another scream. The next moments were a blur, but all too clearly he was kneeling next to his father. Tree-talker's corpse lay only inches away. He had already passed on from the strain.
"Jaaakob...Jakob, listen to me..." His father spluttered out between bloody lips. Blood bubbled out from his throat. The only reason he was alive was because the slig had been to surprised to properly slit the throat. Jakob, sobbing, leaned over, and his father whispered the location of a mystical weapon into his ear, telling him about his true origins...
...Sobbing as Death stole over the last of his family...
...Tearing himself away, and disappearing into the forest, barely aware of who he was and where he was...
Jakob's long and lonely memories were cut short by a movement in the brush to his left. Whirling, he looked over. Out of nowhere an Industrialist grenade exploded, knocking down a tree as the shrapnel pounded into the ground. Jakob, in a flash, drew his Rune blade, the letters on its side coolly pulsing blue. A small, diminutive head poked out of the vegetation, and called out in a wheezing voice, not unlike a slig's. It was to far away to make out the features clearly.
"Freeze, dirt bag! I've got a whole squad's worth of guns on you, and the only reason you aren't in a heap is my order. Give us your possessions and I’ll consider letting you go!"
Jakob roared in defiance, and charged forward, swinging his blade in a deadly circle as bullets exploded from everywhere. The runes glowed in a hypnotic light, as it's owner moved in what seemed to be fast forward. The agile mudokon jumped, dodged, and lunged in every way, making him an almost impossible target. Stray bullets managed to hit his enormous sword, only to deflect off of it like rubber and bounch into the dead brush. Jakob jumped higher than what one could think possible, and slammed his blade just short of the tree line. A massive, blue shockwave rippled out it waves in all directions, pushing loose objects into the sky, and almost knocking over numerous trees. The bush in front of his would-be attacker was blown backward, hitting it right in the face, and propelling it backwards. Jakob dashed forward, and approached it.
"Please, don't hurt me!" The puny figure squealed as Jakob got closer. Jakob looked at it shock. He grabbed the Steef by the cuff of its shirt, and pushed it against the tree until they were at head height. The steef all but looked at Jakob's eyes, looking pathetic as it glanced around. Jakob let a moment of pity touch him as he looked at the small figure. It had torn, dirty clothes, which looked like rags on such a small frame. Dirty brown eyes dominated most of the face, and a broken horn contrasted with the oddly neat hair. The creature saw the pity, however, and took the moment to extend a hidden knife and stab Jakob's hand. Jakob yelled in pain as he dropped it. The steef kicked him twice, and hard in the shins, making him fall. In a flash, the steef had him pinned on the ground, with a knife against Jakob's throat. Jakob was now at the mercy of an individual almost a third smaller than himself.
So, what did you guys think? Post suggestions and comments below. A bit much for an opening, but I'm planning to post more when time allows! Expect new chapters at least once a week! Oh, and in case you're wondering, DO stands for During Odd.
The Chronicles of The Runeblade
