How Far Will One Go? [Housepets -x- Shadow of the Colossus]
Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:35 pm
Here it is guys..you voted for what fic you wanted to see in the works and here it is. I present to you the number one winner:
How Far Will One Go?
Prologue: The Task
Many years have past since that fateful day. The land as everyone knew it have been decimated during the war. To everyone..the sky had never looked blue again. Instead the gray skies never had left as if an ongoing storm was approaching. If one phrase would describe the state of the world..it would be.. “The Game”. Not only was it the beginning of the end for almost all life..it cause many lives to be lost that included a lone traveler's loved one.
A long bridge heading to the forbidden land had carried the traveler..his horse..and something wrapped around in a cloth. The slow trot continued as the skies were never changing. The wind blew softly against the traveler's fur. Nothing was on his mind more than what was in that cloth. The warmth emanating from it engulfed the traveler. Not enough to make him show visible signs of sweating but made him feel as if he were.
The young traveler was a brown canine who wore a short-sleeved shirt that varies in shades of brown, and over it sported a cloak with a symbol resembling major sigils unknown to anyone. His arms were wrapped in bandages and blue wrist-guards. He also donned knee-length shorts that were a faded green and blue sandals with shin-guards. Dawned at his waist side was a sword that he stole from his tribe in order to complete his task.
After the long trot on the bridge he finally was met with a old ruin like structure. One that was told in stories in early childhood. Forbidden lands that are never meant for someone to step foot on and where terrible secrets lies waiting to be discovered.
The canine knew what was in store for him as the village chief..Lord Niffirg had constantly tried to talk him out of it. It was the dead of night where he had left and taken the sword along with his trusty steed Agro. The horse didn't talk much due to a disability at birth but other than that he was very healthy.
Upon approach the door had mysteriously opened itself. With little hesitation in both of their bodies..the traveler and Agro had entered the ruin. A long spiraling road awaited them for their descent. Going down thoughts starts to swim in his mind. The fall of the world and the “game” that started it all. He clenched the cloth tightly against himself as he looked out to no where in particular. The thought of Lord Niffirg infuriated the traveler. The decisions he made was what caused him to go on this journey. A brown paw limply had fallen out of the cloth hanging on the side of Agro.
At the very sight of the paw the traveler's blood boiled. Not anger toward the paw but to Niffirg. He couldn't be forgiven. She didn't need to be a sacrifice just cause some psychic saw an unclear vision of a cursed fate. The traveler..when back in the village had went to this psychic many of times to get the truth. But all he have gathered were speculations of what could've been. But three of those speculated fates was enough to drive Niffirg into sacrificing one of his own.
He grabbed the paw holding it in his own as he continued his way. Not long he came across a long corridor. On the both walls were stone statued pillars that looked like various different creatures..all of them embedding the same markings. Some of statues looked like snakes..birds..bulls..and many more. At the end of the hall the only thing that resided was a single shrine with light that shined through another entrance way leading out to the forbidden land. In a world that was cold the light had brought not only a possibility of a bright sky..but a warmth in one's heart.
Coming up to the shrine the traveler got off his horse then picking up the female in the cloth off the black horse's back. No words had to be exchanged as he carried her to the shrine laying her down gently. He sighed as he ripped the cloth off of her revealing the body. A cream colored female canine with brown paws. Her trademark pink collar donned around her neck with a heart pendent. On her she wore a long white flowery dress that blew in the little breeze that the outside was bringing in. Her fur on top of her head had grew over left eye.
“Sasha...” was the only word that came out of the traveler's mouth.
Another moment of silence had occurred. Then he spoke again. “I don't care if it's forbidden. I'm going to get you back. No matter...” his sentence was cut short as if something told him to look toward Agro. His head spun quickly toward the horse as he saw something unusual. Shadow figures have emerged from out of no where slowly coming close to both himself and Agro.
“Watch out Agro!” the sword was quickly unsheathed. Once the light had touched the sword itself the light emanating off it was enough to drive the shadows away causing them to fade. As if on cue a thunder clap boomed loudly in the sky followed by a booming disembodied voice.
“Hmm? Thou who art wields the Ancient Sword and is mortal. Speak thy name!” the voice called out to the traveler.
“First I have to know. Are you Dormin?” The traveler asked to thin air. “I was told that there was a being that could bring back the souls of the dead.”
“Thou art correct. I am the one called Dormin.” The voice responded.
“Please...she was sacrificed in the belief of having a cursed fate. Can you bring her back?” the traveler asked as he looked up toward the light.
“You mean this maiden?” The traveler glanced back at Sasha then turned back to the light.
“Mortals thou art lost their lives can not be reclaimed. Is that not the principle of the mortals?” Silence once again had engulfed the room as the traveler's fist had clenched. But the voice spoke again.
“But with that sword...it may not be impossible.” The canine gripped the hilt of his blade. “But only if thou accomplish what I asketh.”
The brown mutt gripped his sword's hilt even harder. “I'll do anything. What is it that I have to do?”
“Those idols before you that stand along the walls. Thou must destroy all of them.”
“Easy enough.” The canine traveler started to walk toward the idol pillars but was stopped by the voice.
“Fool...Those idols cannot be destroyed by a mere mortals hand.” Dormin informed.
“Then what can I do!?” losing his patience the canine yelled to the heavens.
“In this land colossi have emerged and are incarnations of these idols. Once defeated..the idols will fall.”
“I understand.” the traveling canine answered.
“Tell me...what is thou name?” Dormin questioned.
The brown mutt looked up again. “The name's Bino.”
“Well...heed this warning Bino the price you'll pay might be heavy. Sixteen will be gone forever.” Dormin started.
Bino quickly remembered the number of idols that were inside the corridor as he replied. “It doesn't matter. I'm ready.”
The booming voice chuckled as it echoed throughout the ruin. “Very well. I hope for the best on your travels.”
With that being said..Bino had looked out to the forbidden land as the light shined over the green pasture. Bino's journey starts now.
How Far Will One Go?
Prologue: The Task
Many years have past since that fateful day. The land as everyone knew it have been decimated during the war. To everyone..the sky had never looked blue again. Instead the gray skies never had left as if an ongoing storm was approaching. If one phrase would describe the state of the world..it would be.. “The Game”. Not only was it the beginning of the end for almost all life..it cause many lives to be lost that included a lone traveler's loved one.
A long bridge heading to the forbidden land had carried the traveler..his horse..and something wrapped around in a cloth. The slow trot continued as the skies were never changing. The wind blew softly against the traveler's fur. Nothing was on his mind more than what was in that cloth. The warmth emanating from it engulfed the traveler. Not enough to make him show visible signs of sweating but made him feel as if he were.
The young traveler was a brown canine who wore a short-sleeved shirt that varies in shades of brown, and over it sported a cloak with a symbol resembling major sigils unknown to anyone. His arms were wrapped in bandages and blue wrist-guards. He also donned knee-length shorts that were a faded green and blue sandals with shin-guards. Dawned at his waist side was a sword that he stole from his tribe in order to complete his task.
After the long trot on the bridge he finally was met with a old ruin like structure. One that was told in stories in early childhood. Forbidden lands that are never meant for someone to step foot on and where terrible secrets lies waiting to be discovered.
The canine knew what was in store for him as the village chief..Lord Niffirg had constantly tried to talk him out of it. It was the dead of night where he had left and taken the sword along with his trusty steed Agro. The horse didn't talk much due to a disability at birth but other than that he was very healthy.
Upon approach the door had mysteriously opened itself. With little hesitation in both of their bodies..the traveler and Agro had entered the ruin. A long spiraling road awaited them for their descent. Going down thoughts starts to swim in his mind. The fall of the world and the “game” that started it all. He clenched the cloth tightly against himself as he looked out to no where in particular. The thought of Lord Niffirg infuriated the traveler. The decisions he made was what caused him to go on this journey. A brown paw limply had fallen out of the cloth hanging on the side of Agro.
At the very sight of the paw the traveler's blood boiled. Not anger toward the paw but to Niffirg. He couldn't be forgiven. She didn't need to be a sacrifice just cause some psychic saw an unclear vision of a cursed fate. The traveler..when back in the village had went to this psychic many of times to get the truth. But all he have gathered were speculations of what could've been. But three of those speculated fates was enough to drive Niffirg into sacrificing one of his own.
He grabbed the paw holding it in his own as he continued his way. Not long he came across a long corridor. On the both walls were stone statued pillars that looked like various different creatures..all of them embedding the same markings. Some of statues looked like snakes..birds..bulls..and many more. At the end of the hall the only thing that resided was a single shrine with light that shined through another entrance way leading out to the forbidden land. In a world that was cold the light had brought not only a possibility of a bright sky..but a warmth in one's heart.
Coming up to the shrine the traveler got off his horse then picking up the female in the cloth off the black horse's back. No words had to be exchanged as he carried her to the shrine laying her down gently. He sighed as he ripped the cloth off of her revealing the body. A cream colored female canine with brown paws. Her trademark pink collar donned around her neck with a heart pendent. On her she wore a long white flowery dress that blew in the little breeze that the outside was bringing in. Her fur on top of her head had grew over left eye.
“Sasha...” was the only word that came out of the traveler's mouth.
Another moment of silence had occurred. Then he spoke again. “I don't care if it's forbidden. I'm going to get you back. No matter...” his sentence was cut short as if something told him to look toward Agro. His head spun quickly toward the horse as he saw something unusual. Shadow figures have emerged from out of no where slowly coming close to both himself and Agro.
“Watch out Agro!” the sword was quickly unsheathed. Once the light had touched the sword itself the light emanating off it was enough to drive the shadows away causing them to fade. As if on cue a thunder clap boomed loudly in the sky followed by a booming disembodied voice.
“Hmm? Thou who art wields the Ancient Sword and is mortal. Speak thy name!” the voice called out to the traveler.
“First I have to know. Are you Dormin?” The traveler asked to thin air. “I was told that there was a being that could bring back the souls of the dead.”
“Thou art correct. I am the one called Dormin.” The voice responded.
“Please...she was sacrificed in the belief of having a cursed fate. Can you bring her back?” the traveler asked as he looked up toward the light.
“You mean this maiden?” The traveler glanced back at Sasha then turned back to the light.
“Mortals thou art lost their lives can not be reclaimed. Is that not the principle of the mortals?” Silence once again had engulfed the room as the traveler's fist had clenched. But the voice spoke again.
“But with that sword...it may not be impossible.” The canine gripped the hilt of his blade. “But only if thou accomplish what I asketh.”
The brown mutt gripped his sword's hilt even harder. “I'll do anything. What is it that I have to do?”
“Those idols before you that stand along the walls. Thou must destroy all of them.”
“Easy enough.” The canine traveler started to walk toward the idol pillars but was stopped by the voice.
“Fool...Those idols cannot be destroyed by a mere mortals hand.” Dormin informed.
“Then what can I do!?” losing his patience the canine yelled to the heavens.
“In this land colossi have emerged and are incarnations of these idols. Once defeated..the idols will fall.”
“I understand.” the traveling canine answered.
“Tell me...what is thou name?” Dormin questioned.
The brown mutt looked up again. “The name's Bino.”
“Well...heed this warning Bino the price you'll pay might be heavy. Sixteen will be gone forever.” Dormin started.
Bino quickly remembered the number of idols that were inside the corridor as he replied. “It doesn't matter. I'm ready.”
The booming voice chuckled as it echoed throughout the ruin. “Very well. I hope for the best on your travels.”
With that being said..Bino had looked out to the forbidden land as the light shined over the green pasture. Bino's journey starts now.