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The Story of Darche
Preface In the beginning of time, two dimensions existed in the universe and everything around them coexisted with the dimension that it was closest to. These were known as the Death and Life dimensions. From the moment creation of these dimensions started, the Death and Life dimensions were in constant battle for universal control and authority. Drakelax, the king of the Death dimension, married the queen of the Life dimension named Wlazus in order to make peace. They had six children which were just as strong as their parents. These spirits, as they soon became known as, were two wolves, a raven, a fish, a snake, and a lion. They were given a realm to live in called Vzalcusa and they lived in harmony—for a while. Then something happened to the wolves and that my reader is where you step in. This is the something that you must find out on your journey in these dimensions that have been closed for many years. In order to bring peace to both worlds is up to you. Today you will embark into a world not known to people of earth but to the heroes who bravely were sucked into the dimensions and not by their own choosing. Be brave, arm yourselves with silver, and hold on tight because you right now are being sucked into the portal of the realms. Don’t worry; I will be with you the whole way and at the final battle. -Perluscus Thozons
 * Chapter 1: Worriz

Chapter 1 I was running as fast as my worn out and beaten up body would physically allow and I looked almost like a grey blur in comparison with the black and reddish streak that was chasing me. All around me was endless trees that were each burning with fire that Darche had lit, no doubt. Demons and monsters were coming out of nooks and crannies from all sides of me responding to their Master’s call. Then, I turn to see Darche himself facing me with fangs spurting out grey blood and venom. From behind me, an eruption coming from the Volcano of Doom lifted me off my feet and then I felt myself falling into an endless trench screaming from the pain… The best thing that I can do for you is to start from the way beginning, all the way back to the year of 2222 because if I don’t start there, then none of what I am telling you will make sense. I warn you now, before you read any more of this book or the rest of the series that if you are afraid of monsters, demons, or fighting—don’t read this. Stop right where you are or you might be sucked into the dimensions to. Even if you do stop reading, you already might know too much. Ok with that out of the way, let’s get you geared up and hopefully learn something about me. The name is Worriz Thompson, and I am an eighteen year old male. I used to live in Greece for many years until the end of 8th grade and then I moved to America. Whenever, I asked why we moved to America, my parents would look at me funny and say “Worriz, it’s for reasons that you are too young to understand”. My parents, George and Olivia Thompson are dead; they died the same day that I graduated. Their bodies were found in Manchester, NH, which is weird, because we lived in Florida. Anyway, the police said they seemed to have died from a heart attack. I didn’t think about this suspicious death in the beginning, but now I realize it was a foretaste of my dangerous future to come. I talked to them only seconds before they disappeared. I was at school using the office phone, asking them where they were, and they said that they were leaving the house to come to my graduation. No sooner had my mom said “I love you Worriz and we are very proud of you. No matter what happens now, you are always our son and you can do anything,” that I heard an unnatural sounding growl and a bloodcurdling scream. After I got over the initial shock of the strange noises, I realized that the phone line had ended. I go to the University of Central Florida and am excelling to be a contractor like my father and his father before him. I was walking home from UCF and I was downright worn out from all the classes that I had that day. Mrs. Gurgging gave us a pop test on Latin and its meaning today. I’m willing to bet all my money that I failed that test. You know what’s even worse? She said that it counted for three-quarters of my grade. That’s my explanation when my parents ask why I got an F in Latin Physiology. Mr. Stephens gave me a research paper on what is a contractor and all that we’ve learned in his class this year. I also had a whole bunch of homework from my other teachers on top of that. It is ridiculous that they were still giving us this much work, just a week before graduation. I looked down at my lucky necklace. It’s not much-just a simple leather cord with a Greek war helmet tied at the bottom. Leval Long gave it to me seven years ago when we met at the Miami airport. Later when I was in my itchy old graduation robes which smelled suspiciously like mold, waiting in what seemed an eternity for my name to be called so I could go up to receive my diploma, I looked around the park for my parents but I couldn’t find them. They weren’t at the reception party either, so at first I thought that they had just gone home early. However, at home while I was watching the news on the television in my favorite leather lounge chair I saw the words that changed my life: PARENTS DIE FROM HEARTATTACK. CHILD LEFT AN ORPHAN. The screen then showed several pictures of the couple. It wasn’t until the third picture that I realized that the pictures were of my parents. I couldn’t think straight after that. I just got up and went into our armory which was located out the back of my house. My father had made it when I was about fourteen. Even then he would always say “a man should know how to defend himself.” I grabbed a bow and a quiver filled with sharp tipped arrows and strapped a hunting knife on my pants. Lastly, I grabbed my navy colored sleeping bag and right there I ran away from my home and all that was familiar. I ran a good five to seven miles before I stopped at an abandoned ditch under a lonely highway. The roar of the cars wasn’t that bad even at peak hour, so I settled down and made it my permanent residence. I now find my own food and make fires if the need arises. However, currently the nights are so hot and muggy that one of these days I’ll probably die of heat stroke, if the mosquitoes don’t get me first. I woke up one morning feeling mighty rested. I got up, stretched, and went out to collect breakfast. Not a car was on the road yet, so it must have been around 5:30. I got up and was walking to the nearest convenience store for a granola bar, when I saw it. Something out of the corner of my eye saw a flash of silver that was quick as lightening during a thunderstorm. I turned my head to get a better look and saw that it came from a blooming pink rosebush. Now, normally this is the type of thing that you run away from, but curiosity got the best of me and I strolled over to see what it was. It looked like a fang. You probably think that I’m crazy, don’t you? In the middle of Florida, I find a silver tinted fang. I turned the fang over in my hand and I spotted a carving on it. For some reason, the fang’s temperature felt fiery hot. Yes sir, it was warm and what was really freaky was as I walked past the park that I graduated at, the fang became ice cold in my hand. I put the fang into my pocket and I ran all the way home to my ditch. I lied down onto my sleeping bag and pulled out the silver fang out of my pocket for closer examination. I got out my flashlight even though I probably should have been conserving the dying battery. I turned it on and through the dim flickering light I saw a carving with a face with horns, bared fangs, and curved eyes. It resembled a satyr; well one that forgot to take its pills. Under the carving were two sentences that seemed to have been burned on, unlike the carving which seemed to have been scratched on with a knife or something. The first said “Wovizlax” and the second said “Demetusz Zrxtuz”. What they meant I wasn’t sure of and honestly didn’t want to know. This whole thing was starting to give me the chills. I put down the flashlight and the fang and then grabbed my bow and quiver and my knife. Then I left the ditch to get some food. It was getting really dark which is funny because I swear just a while ago it was 5:30. I went to the general store and bought a jumbo bag of extra frosty animal crackers and a mountain dew. After the quick snack, I took out my weapons and cleaned them to perfection. In perfection, I mean spotless not one messy stain on the knife or the arrow. I then put the bow and quiver away but I reattached my knife onto my leather belt. For some reason I felt that tonight I would need to use the knife. Then as I laid down onto my sleeping bag again to try to finally catch some sleep, I heard footsteps coming from above. However, this wasn’t out of the ordinary; probably some hitchhikers out on the highway early. But as it grew closer I realized that it was only one set of footsteps. That was really strange, because no one in their right mind would be going out alone at this hour. Finally, I heard the footsteps stop just above me, so I pulled my knife out and prepared to be jumped by a criminal. I suddenly felt a cool liquid falling from the ceiling. A drop of the clear substance fell off the ceiling and smacked me square in the face and I fell over as I flinched. I hit my head on the cement and rocks. And just then I hoped I was just hallucinating because a giant angry wolf was over me. It was a female wolf with the prettiest human like brown eyes. I knew at once that it must have been a female werewolf. How I knew, I wasn’t sure but I was positive. The werewolf had its fangs bared like she was ready to cut my throat open at any second. I slashed at her with my knife but the blade just went through her like Jell-O. The werewolf pushed me against the wall and put her paw around my neck and spoke. She said “You dare to steal a fang from the dimensions? Well you are lucky no one else has found you, they wouldn’t have given you time to redeem yourself. Unfortunately, I can’t leave you alive so I am here to remove you!” WorrizHowell (talk) 23:45, 22 October 2013 (UTC)