Type:Rider, an adventurous colon.

I posted the second video of the second level of Type:Rider. I learned even more about the history of typography and writing. It’s insane how much a game can teach me that my English classes in high school failed to cover because of curriculum. Oh how I hated standardized testing.

Watch the video here.

The second level was the Gothic level. As it did in the first level, the art in the background just amazes me as I jumped around as the colon. I’m a huge fan of history, literature, and art. Ironic part is I am taking a Humanities class that encompasses all of that. I even used my first video as a reference for a discussion post. Video games and education! WOO!

Type:Rider is a game developed by Ex Nihilo and published by BulkyPix and Plug In Digital. It’s a brilliant indie game that I hope my videos spread that awesomeness to other possible gamers.

I’ll play it through till the end.

Remember to keep writing, keep reading, and keep gaming!

PlayingWithWords

What is PlayingWithWords? It’s a YouTube channel based on bringing together the common ground between gaming and writing. There are dozens, if not hundreds, games that are based on writing, writers, authors, books, short stories, poems, etc. My goal is to bring entertainment for gamers, writers, and readers.

You can watch my introduction here.

As an author of two books, I not only draw my inspiration from the obvious (reading), I also gather it from video games. I’ve played video games for as long as I can remember. Even before I started writing short stories in kindergarten, I was playing my N64.

I never really hear about authors playing video games, at least mainstream ones. I know writing is always number one priority for writers, but you can’t really get inspiration if you are always writing, can you? If there are others out there, I want to show them that video games are a great way of getting inspired and be entertained, outside of books.

I know gaming takes time, as does writing. Personally, gaming can easily take over most of my free time. So with PlayingWithWords gives me short bursts of gaming and commentary that give me the inspiration to write more.

I love being a writer, and I will always be a gamer.

Remember to keep writing, keep reading, and keep gaming!

PlayingWithWords (YouTube Channel)

I’ve started a YouTube channel that is going to be based on vlogging and gaming. The key to this channel is it has a “theme” of sorts. I plan to only do let’s plays on games about writing, reading, writers, books, and authors. The theme can be stretched broadly over those subjects, but my main is goal is to give entertainment to those people into writing, reading, and gaming. No author I know has ever mentioned playing video games as a pass time, probably because writers don’t have that time to.

“Keep writing” are the two words that I see plastered all over writing groups on social medias. The thing is, what if one draws inspiration from not just writing? I, for one, love to read and play video games to gather most of my inspiration. Sometimes, it’s hard to force myself to write when I don’t know where to even go in my stories. So yeah, I may take more time than most writers to finish a piece of work, but at least I have a hell of a good time doing it.

Subscribe to my channel here.

Videos coming soon!

Keep writing, keep reading, and keep gaming!

I’m actually using my second Tumblr! (AKA links, links everywhere)

I have two tumblr blogs set up. One is my popular DisneyTronBlog with almost 700 followers! (I don’t know if that really is a lot or not)

The other is a blog I made when I converted the first one to a Tron-based blog. It’s where I’ll post more personal stuff, like my poems, Alan Wake stuff, writing related pictures/posts. and non-tron things. Doctor Who pictures/gifs and other BBC shows will be shared on to there as well. It’s easy to find too. It’s just BrandanChapman. I’ll post my blog and journal updates on there as well.

If you’re a fan of Tumblr, this would be an easier means as to follow me, if you lack a Facebook, DeviantArt, Twitter, or even Google+. You can follow me just about anywhere online! If you like games, I like to stream on Twitch. I’ll post any of my decent streams on Youtube. I want to also start making vlogs. More to come on that. I may even read my book prologues for videos.

You can also get my books here, for the readers out there.

(Poem) Pits of Ice

Venturing into the pits of ice,
shivering in the lonely black.
It happened at a throw of dice,
losing the warmth somewhere back.

Whispers in her voice flow with the wind,
it’s all around to escape such a heavenly noise.
My chilled voice follows all of those sinned,
with the absence of all of our joys.

What comes next, after the forges and now the pits.
A fortress of despair? Castle of sorrow?
I push on, continuing takings the icy hits,
wishing to make it, hoping time will let me borrow.

Prologue to Elements of Blood (Links at the End)

The whistle echoed through the night sky, as it usually did when the sky train passed. Steam was the only thing to follow the ongoing machine. No one knew why it didn’t blow smoke, or what even kept it in the sky. They could only believe that the king was on board, and hadn’t come back down in years.
The train’s loud whistle carried onto some of the zeppelins that couldn’t reach its altitude. It seemed to carry a higher pitch when it echoed over brass and copper surfaces.
Inside the cells on the deck of one of the largest zeppelins flying in the night, a man jolted up from the small cot. The sky train’s whistle dug at the insides of his ears as his vision spun. His name is Xantae Gaspar.
“Where in the bloody hell…?” He asked out loud.
Xantae’s vision settled. The metal floor of his cell reflected the moon that lay high in the sky. He looked to his left to see the deck of the zeppelin. A metal barred door stood between him and freedom, wherever that freedom may be.
“You awake, mate?” A voice questioned from behind Xantae, on the other side of the wall.
Xantae stood up from the cot, the metal groaning as it became relieved of weight. The moon’s light made Xantae shield his eyes. He looked out towards the direction the voice came from.
“Are we prisoners?” Xantae asked.
“Well I am. I don’t know about you. I was listening to the pirates-”
“Pirates?”
“Yeah, you know, sky pirates. The ones who got away from the politics of the Prince in power. Anyways, the buggers got frantic during yesterday’s storm. Said something like someone appeared on the ship randomly. I figured it was you. I was the only prisoner after all.”
It began to come back to Xantae. He was in Neasil, his home world; a world full of corruption and poverty. The noble only care for themselves and royalty was the same. At least, that’s how Xantae remembered it.
His blue eyes scanned the deck. “Where are all the pirates at?”
“Below deck, where it’s warm. All that fire they use to power this bloody thing. Steam and what not. So was it you?”
“Was it me what?”
“Were you the one that appeared out of the storm?”
“I guess so. I can’t really remember anything,” Xantae replied with a sigh.
“From before or at all?”
“Mostly at all…I know who I am, I know where I am…now…but I can’t seem to think of how I got here or just about anything before.”
“Strange indeed. Name’s Danlet, by the way.”
“Xantae, nice to meet you.”
“So are you an Elementalist? Thought maybe you were a Water Elementalist or something to come out of a storm.”
Xantae scratched his head. He was surprised to find a top hat on his head that had a pair of brass goggles wrapped around the brim. Elementalists were the majority of people on Neasil with the power to control Elements such as water, fire, earth, or air. Elementalists could pull their specific Element out of what they called the Elemental planes. Each Element had its own respective plane. Elementalists could also bend their Elements from the world around them. It was easier to just summon whatever they needed from the planes.
“I am an Elementalist…something of a rare sort.”
“Ah, me too mate. I’m a Dark Elementalist.”
Xantae remembered there were also Dark and Light Elementalists. Light Elementalists were killed off several hundred years ago due to the Dark Elementalists.
With a low pitched vworp, Danlet appeared in Xantae’s cell from the shadows.
“Whoa!” Xantae said as he jumped back, as much as he could.
Danlet was maybe a year older than Xantae, who was only 18. His hair was short and spiky; black as darkness. Danlet’s eyes almost seemed to light up the cell with the bright crimson.
“The Dark plane is an excellent tool at night. Now how about we bust out of here?”
“And go where? We are flying hundreds of metres in the sky!” Xantae exclaimed, but still remaining as quite as possible.
“What Element did you say you were again? We could probably take the lot out,” Danlet said as he examined outside the cell, his pale skin matching that of the moon.
“I didn’t. How many are there?”
“Mysterious one, you are,” Danlet said as he eyed back towards Xantae, “I think I’ve counted about 20 or so.”
“Are all of them Elementalists?”
“Pretty much.”
Xantae considered his options. He wasn’t sure what the pirates planned to do with him. They could easily throw him overboard if they couldn’t find a use for him.
Xantae could feel the blood rushing in his body. He stretched his arms up. He was wearing a maroon three piece suit. His reddish-orange hair was long and tied in a ponytail that came down the front of his shoulder. He remembered his Element. Blood.
Xantae instinctively reached into his coat to find a knife.
“Brilliant, we can pick the lock to get you… wait, what are you doing?” Danlet questioned as he watched Xantae cut his palm open.
“Just stand back. I’ll get myself out.”
“Well alright…” Danlet mumbled as he took the only step back he could, “Glad you have a plan. I can’t take non-Dark Elementalists through the plane. Not like they couldn’t just go themselves.”
Xantae didn’t react at Danlet’s joke. He raised his bleeding hand to the cell. The blood from his hand extended out and quickly engulfed the surface of the barred door.
The red liquid coated the door. Xantae looked back to Danlet, who stood in awe of what was happening. “You may want to do your own plane thing, because this would get messy for you,” Xantae said bluntly.
Danlet nodded. Xantae turned back to the door. He then took a step forward, walking right through the blood covered bars. His suit remained untouched by blood. Danlet stood a few steps away from the cells.
“So are you some sort of Blood Elementalist?”
“That I am.”
“Huh, never thought I’d see something as strange as that in my lifetime. Danlet Lokar, pleased to meet you, mate.”
The word Lokar made Xantae clench his fists. He couldn’t remember why, so he replied, “Xantae Gaspar.”
“Gaspar, eh? You from Gilwich?”
Xantae gave the man a look of confusion.
“Oh right. You don’t remember.”
“Yeah…so if you could just go into the Dark plane to get out of the cell, why not do that to the ground?”
“Your Element doesn’t have a plane, does it?”
“Not that I know of honestly.”
“Well yours might be like air. Air Elementalists haven’t been able to access their plane even though air lies just about everywhere. Anyways, I’ll forgive you because you seem to not remember.
Planes can be accessed for only short amounts of time. Otherwise, our bodies can’t take it. So to reach the ground from here would almost kill me. The Dark plane is hard enough to navigate in longer than second visits as is.”
Xantae looked off in the distance. He could see lights. He turned to Danlet and asked, “What city is that?”
Danlet looked to the front of the zeppelin. In the direction it was heading, lights trailed across the dark lands of Neasil.
“That’s Tavingham. Largest city of the entire planet. Mostly industrial until Prince Kardian moved in.”
“Prince Kardian…” Xantae mouthed quietly as he recognized the name.
“Aye, the bloody king of Neasil…or at least he pretends to be. I figured if I ever escaped, I would go for his head.”
Just then, Xantae felt a sharp pain in his head. Images of the Prince flooded his mind, followed by the sound of screams and burning buildings.
“Is that so?” Xantae asked as he rubbed his forehead slowly.
Danlet’s expression darkened. “Nobility!” He spat. “Always looking down on the poor. I’ve been treated like dirt by just about everyone of higher status.”
Danlet examined Xantae’s attire in the moonlight. “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t turned your nose at me.”
Xantae smirked. “I’m no noble. Perhaps I was at one point,” Xantae explained as he acknowledged his own attire, “But I have this feeling inside me that hates them as much as you do.”
Danlet was amused by Xantae’s words. “Well, with our unique Elements, maybe we can knock the crown down a few levels, eh?”
The screams continued to sound in Xantae’s mind. He began to hear his name being called out, followed by ‘Run!’ Xantae shook his head and gave Danlet a smile. “Let’s take this zeppelin over.”
Xantae followed Danlet below deck. It was a dramatic change in temperature. It was humid. Steam and smoke filled the air as it made its escape to the outside. Xantae wasn’t sure how the pirates managed in the conditions, but right now, he didn’t really care.
The screams echoed in Xantae’s head as he walked the narrow hallways of the zeppelin. He tried to think of why the screams were haunting him. He began to focus on his surroundings more and more rather than what was going on in his mind.
Danlet was hopping in and out of the Dark plane. Xantae kept his steps quiet as they neared the bunkroom. Danlet was already inside, looking out to him. He beckoned Xantae to hurry inside the bunkroom.
“I can get about five of them before the others would be upon me,” Danlet whispered, hardly auditable over the hissing of steam. “How about you mate?”
“I could probably take care of the lot after you take your five, and I take one.”
“I like your cockiness. Let’s see what you can do with that blood of yours.”
Xantae held his knife ready as he approached the nearest of dozens of single bunks. The bunkroom was only small walkways between several bunks all lined up. They were bolted into the metal floor so they didn’t move around. There were a few small windows on the opposite side of the room that gave it light.
Danlet popped out of the plane next to a bunk, quite far from Xantae. Snoring and sleep mumbling was all that could be heard, but for Xantae, the screams were unbearable.
Danlet looked over to Xantae and began to count down from five. Xantae was fidgeting and sweating. His fingers drummed along the knife’s handle.
Four. Xantae tried shifting where he stood. His head felt like it was about to burst from the screams.
Three. He couldn’t take it. He wanted to stab at his ears, but he knew that wouldn’t do any good. So Xantae did what he think would stop the screams.
Two. Xantae brought his knife down upon the pirate that slept before him. It was quick and over silently. The pirate made a low gurgle as blood oozed from his mouth. The blood from the knife wound trailed along the knife to Xantae’s hand. The screams stopped.
Danlet was taken aback by the first kill. He began to blast darkness into each pirate around him. The darkness moved like a smoke-like substance that could stab or cut. Elementalists always had some sort of immunity to getting killed instantly from Elements. Elementalists usually made it a habit to keep weapons like swords, spears, and most other melee weapons, alongside of bows and arrows. Besides bows and arrows, ranged weapons couldn’t quite project Elements as well, if at all.
The pirates awoke to either the screams, or the pain of having darkness blasted into their chest. Whichever it was, Xantae knew a fight was about to go down.
“Prisoners?!” One pirate asked out loud as he jumped out of his bunk.
Xantae quickly turned towards the remaining bunks. With the blood from his first victim, he moved his hand to his side, the blood forming a long rope-like strand. He remembered that a whip was always an easy weapon to use with his Element.
Danlet swung his hand into the air, making all the bunks break from the floor and flip mid-air. Xantae clenched his fist. It caused all the blood from Danlet’s victims to quickly form a spiral along his arm. The crimson liquid moved slowly as if it were alive.
Xantae decided to take advantage of the pirates’ distraction. He could see light from a few Fire Elementalists in the room. ‘Figures.’ Xantae thought to himself.
“Bloody Elementalists,” Danlet spat as he ducked into the shadows.
Xantae tossed the knife aside now that he had blood to use. He ducked as the bunks hit the floor and fire came roaring by. His top hat nearly singed on top. He grinded his teeth as anger grew inside.
“Come on now! You don’t go and nearly take my hat clean off!” Xantae yelled.
Danlet tilted his head in confusion. Xantae shot him a glance as he realized that he wasn’t sure why he was protective of his hat. With a quick shrug, Xantae turned back towards the pirates.
“How the hell did you lot get out of your cells?” A gruff voice asked from behind.
The two turned around to see a man standing in the doorway. “The captain,” Danlet whispered, “You can always tell by their coats and jewellery.”
Xantae eyed the captain carefully. He noticed that the coat was trimmed with gold and had makeshift badges of rank pinned to the chest. It was a black coat with buttons of gold and yellow ropes stretched across the sides. Xantae remembered that sky pirates were notorious for coming up with their own sorts of fashion.
“Answer me now, or I will kill you where you stand.”
Xantae looked to the remaining pirates. There was a little more than a dozen remaining, all ready with Elemental Fire. He rose from where he hid. “Captain,” Xantae said as he looked to the man.
“Well?”
“No pirate will move a muscle, and my friend and I are going to take this zeppelin to Tavingham,” Xantae explained to the captain.
The captain laughed. “I don’t think you’re under the terms to negotiate, noble. You’re out numbered!”
“You seem to rely on numbers, captain. But I’m here to tell you, numbers don’t matter when you face me!”
The captain stopped laughing. He looked sternly to Xantae. “I hate to tell you this, but we are already heading to Tavingham. Almost there now. No one will make it off the zeppelin without my men and me alive. The royal guard won’t hesitate to shoot us down if they don’t get my signal.”
Xantae looked at Danlet, “Brace yourself.”
Danlet’s expression changed from confusion to worry. He had no idea what Xantae was about to do, and it didn’t take long to find out.
“So you surrender now, and let me make my signal, or in the next few seconds we will be shot down.”
Xantae smirked. “Why don’t you bugger off already? You can’t…rather, you won’t capture me again.”
The other sky pirates began to worry. It was too late. The captain sighed and readied his own Fire Element. The others pirates dashed towards Xantae. The battle cries were so loud that none of them heard the cannon fire.

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Prologue to Elements of Lightning (Links at the End)

Lights raced overhead as Ace sat inside his patrol vehicle. It was other vehicles flying by, no doubt. He wondered what people were doing so late at night. Looking around his dashboard for the clock, he noticed it was almost midday. He couldn’t tell with the tall buildings that blocked the sky above him.
Ace sighed as he looked at his mission form from the Protectors, the law enforcement of the planet Trangia. The clear paper shimmered as electronic text appeared at the touch of his hand. The time required for the assignment was almost done. Ace thought about the assignments he would get: all the same, low-end, easy stakeouts at abandoned places. It wasn’t his fault he was of a different Element then the rest of Trangia.
The thought of Elements always made Ace think of his past. He learned, while growing up, of bedtime stories that explained how Elements came to be. Trangians called it the Elemental Discovery.
The Elemental Discovery was history and mythology. It was about six people and their explorations through space. These six came across a blue dust covered planet that was far away from where any may have called home. It was also uninhabited as far as the six knew. Upon more exploration, they found ruins at the most northern point of the planet. The ruins had engravings of many glyphs that shined the same colour of the rock on the surface. The glyphs seemed to give power to the six people. The six were able to use the power of six Elements: Light, Dark, Air, Earth, Fire, and Water at their will.
Trangia was a planet of just Fire and Ice Elementalists. Elementalists were those who held the power of an Element.
Ace thought about how everything seemed to change. It was the year of 1192, but it started 6 years ago, the night he discovered his Element.
*****
Walking down a street from the nearby school, Juhnad Secondary School, Ace Senrog was with two of his friends. He stood between them as they chatted. His short blond hair glistened in the light of the sun as they marched down the streets. The three of them lived in the second biggest city on Trangia. It was called Juhnad, the capital of Trangia West. Juhnad was known for its strong fleet of Protectors and being one of the most suitable places to have a family. Trangia was a planet that was divided by the directions of a compass. Each quarter of Trangia held a capital and its own Protector Headquarters. Only Trangia East held a Government Headquarters.
“So Ace, find out your Element yet?” Knelo asked.
“I will find out tomorrow when I turn 15…that’s even if I get an Element, Knelo,” Ace replied sighing, aiming his piercing amber eyes to the ground.
Elementalist’s powers awakened inside when they turned 15 years of age. This reason dated back to the possibility of the six founders being 15, but it was just a theory.
Knelo had his Element. He had gotten it a few months ago. Knelo’s hand erupted in small flames as he ran his hand through his short light brown hair. He was a joker. He constantly liked to make jokes about how ‘hot’ he was. Knelo’s hazel eyes lit up in the light of the Element, and his muscles tensed.
“Well hopefully you get ice, like me!” Raed said.
“I don’t know Raed, ice seems weird to me…” Ace admitted.
Raed had his Element for over half a year now. After seeing Knelo use fire, Raed retaliated by covering his arms in ice. Anytime Raed used his Element, his blue eyes seemed to slice into anything he looked at. His long black hair would slowly move with the icy air that would lift off of his arms.
“Well that means you can’t be it, because they say for ice powers you have to be willing to have it,” Knelo snickered.
“Shut up Knelo! That’s just a daft rumour!” Raed yelled.
“Oi, you both need to calm down.”
“Fire beats ice!” Knelo yelled as his arms roared with fire.
“But both Elements live here, so what difference does it make?” Raed sighed, with cold air flowing from his lips.
“Yeah they are both on the same side, so you both need to be quiet.”
“Yeah I guess you’re right…” Knelo said, calming down.
It was long before they reached some of the surrounding neighbourhoods, not too far from the school. Ace finally caved and asked,
“Does that mean I am going to get fire?”
“Well it’s a possibility for either or. Guess it’ll have to be a surprise,” Raed replied.
“Well, fire powers would be awesome,” Ace said while thinking, “Nothing wrong with ice either though.”
“Ha, yeah sure Ace,” Knelo chuckled.
It didn’t take long to reach the street where Ace had lived. It was only a block or so from the school.
“Well guys, I’ll see you tomorrow at school!”
“Alright, later Ace,” Knelo responded.
“Yeah, see you tomorrow! Good luck with your birthday surprises!” Raed said smiling.
“Yeah, let’s see what’s in store for me.”
They waved goodbye and Ace started heading down his street. It was the only white brick house on the street compared to the usual blue bricks of Trangia. All the houses stood two stories tall. Every yard, including Ace’s family’s, was cut nicely and grown evenly. There were small green machines that people of Trangia programmed to keep their yards looking well. Many people at the time nicknamed them “Maintainers”, because they were the repair bots of the entire planet.
Ace got to his house and put his hand on the door. A screen appeared on the door. It scanned him. After the system recognized him as a family member, the door unlocked. Ace walked inside and shut the door behind him. He noticed both of his parents were standing in the entry way.
“Hey mum and dad. How’s it going?” Ace said, taking off his backpack and setting it beside the door.
Ace’s mum and dad were both Elementalists. His mother was an Ice, and his father was a Fire. Ace was pretty sure he would inherit one of the two Elements. That or just be a powerless kid. There were a lot of Elementless people on Trangia and they were said to be elsewhere too. It was quite common to see those families living amongst the Elementalists. It was almost guaranteed to inherit an Element if your parents possessed them, though.
Ace’s house was a decent size upon entering. Once inside, it was a large opening with the stairs being the centre of attention as anyone entered. They led straight up to the far wall and split into two stairways leading to the east wing and west wing of the house. Ace called them ‘wings’ but they were just small hallways. The living room was a few metres away from the door, and was also connected to the kitchen and other rooms on the first floor. The house had a regal feel with many whites and gold.
“We’re doing well, son,” the calm and deep voice exited his father’s mouth.
His dad was always the collected type. His full name was Zeryl Senrog. He rarely got angry or yelled. He usually went on with his business to help the family. He was often wearing a pressed black suit, because of his job working for the Government Headquarters. He was required to keep his hair cut short because of the job, although he loved having his blond hair longer. Ace was told that his father liked to hide his grey eyes. Ace’s mother loved Zeryl’s eyes so it made him shy.
“Ace…um…there is something we need to tell you,” Ace’s mother seemed to smoothly say.
She was quite different from Ace’s father. She never got angry at Ace much, but she could get steamed at anyone that lacked a sense of care. Venale Senrog was her name, though she married into the Senrog family. Her attitude was the quite the same of Zeryl. Venale’s hair was long and brown, which matched her dark brown eyes.
“Oh yeah?” Ace asked cautiously. He felt like he was attempting to tread upon an icy road, and one wrong word would make him slip.
“You know tomorrow is your birthday right?” Zeryl asked.
“Yes…is this going somewhere?”
“Well Ace, we didn’t want you to get your hopes up and not be disappointed if you don’t get an Element,” Venale replied.
“Well you both have them…so why wouldn’t I?”
“Ace we haven’t told you this before but-” Venale began.
“We aren’t your real parents,” Zeryl finished.
It took a second to sink in. Ace stood completely shocked at the words he thought he would never hear.
“Wait, what?! How is that possible?!”
“We actually found you outside our vacation home. You had a letter with you,” he replied.
“What did the letter say?” Ace spat out angrily.
Zeryl pulled out a piece of paper that was aged with a slight brown colour. He unfolded it. Ace first noticed an odd symbol at the bottom of it before Zeryl began to read from it.

“Dear Trangian Family,
Our son is in danger as the youngest of our Family. We are at war, so he needs to be where he will be safest. Trangia is safe because it has the Factions and Protectors. Our Family has not had a new-born in ages and our enemies will do everything to make sure he does not grow old enough around us. When he comes to age he will discover who he truly is, and hopefully reunite with us when he is ready. His name is Ace. Please take care of him.”

“My parents are at war…?”
“It seems so,” Venale said.
“With who? And what’s that symbol?”
“It’s possible to be a symbol for your parents. Maybe your family crest. We researched as much as we could. Your parents were here when we found you, but they left to unknown destinations. We looked at the portway records for that. We couldn’t find any clues of who they were. They just vanished.”
Ace shook his head and reached out for the letter. Zeryl handed it to him.
“I…I need to think,” he managed to say before he ran upstairs into the east wing.
The east wing was a dark hallway. It contained Ace’s bedroom on the farthest right, the toilet room across the hall from that, and a room where Ace had grown up. As he passed the room he lived in infancy, he still couldn’t believe what his parents just told him. Ace reached his room, opened the door, went inside, and closed it quickly before he let his “parents” talk anymore. He sighed and looked back at the letter.
‘What does this mean…?’ He thought as he moved his finger over the symbol.
He decided to lie on his bed while looking at the note. Before knowing it, his mind racing about the words on the note, he drifted to sleep.
As he opened his eyes to see himself standing in an open grass field with nothing else but the ground and the night sky. Ace looked around, feeling somewhat paranoid. The area did not feel like Trangia. There wasn’t an artificial lights trailing through the sky, no loud city or capital nearby, no sign of any sort of life.
“Where am I?” Ace questioned aloud.
A loud voice from above replied, “You are in destiny, young Venx.”
Ace looked around more, but no one was there. The word Venx ran through his mind as if it had been said to him his whole life.
“What’s a Venx and what is destiny?”
“It is you; you are a Venx. I am destiny,” the voice replied.
Ace’s eyes widened and exclaimed,
“So that’s my family? I don’t even know who they are.” then he added, “And this isn’t a dream?”
“Yes Ace, the Venx are your family…Every Venx must discover who they are, but only few travel through destiny. A dream,” the booming voice hesitated, “but not as a dream that anyone else would experience.”
“Then how do I do that, ‘travel through destiny’? How did I get here?”
“That’s your path, but it isn’t clear.”
“You can say that again! I’m Elementless, aren’t I?!” Ace yelled shaking his head.
“Ah, but you aren’t without Element Ace. But do not underestimate those without Element, young Venx. I will reveal this.”
“I didn’t mean it like that…” Ace said, thinking he offended the name sake of Elementless.
“Here’s a family gift. It will clear your mind of any doubt.”
Ace shielded his amber eyes as a bright light shone down from the dark sky. He felt a sharp pain through shoot through his body. Screaming from the pain, Ace began to hear voices come to his ears. Voices spoke to him. They seemed familiar. It was two people, a man and a woman; Ace’s true parents. They took turns saying two words each. It started with his father saying,
“Power,”
“Sleep,” his mother said after.
“Adventure,”
Ace’s mother finished with, “Discovery.”
The light went away. Ace fell to his knees. He was almost out of breath.
“That…didn’t…help much,” Ace panted.
“It will be clear in time, Ace Venx. The prophecy has been told, and now it is up to you to fulfil it.”
“What prophecy?!”
There was no reply. Ace sat there looking around. He stood up, dusted his pants off, and looked up to the sky. In the sky was the symbol that was on the letter. Ace realized what it looked like. It was a symbol making an A and a V connected at the tips.
“Could the symbol be meant for me?”
Staring at the symbol, it began to fade. His vision blurred and everything started to disappear.
When Ace’s eyes opened, he was in his bed in the dark, with only light coming from the window. He looked over out the window. It was night time. Ace looked at the letter that was still in his hand. Through the crumpled paper, the symbol on it seemed to shine.
“I think this note must have held a power in it to show me who I am. Or maybe destiny is natural to some Venx…”
Ace remembered it would be his birthday now. He quickly looked at his arms, hoping that fire or ice would happen at his will. Nothing happened. He sighed and slid out of bed. Walking over to the window, Ace stared at the night sky.
“Those voices must have been my parents. Why couldn’t I just have a family member tell me everything?” Ace whispered, as his eyes scanned the distant stars. “I feel so apart from everything important…what is going on out there?”
A strange noise came from outside. Ace’s eyes moved down to see the dimly lit street. A man was walking in the middle of the street, towards another person. Ace quickly backed into the darkness of his room so he wouldn’t be seen watching.
The walking man ignited one arm with fire, and froze his other with ice: A hybrid Elementalist.
“A Hybrid in Juhnad?!” Ace whispered, shocked as he noticed the other person was going to be under attack.
Hybrids on Trangia are usually most wanted criminals, due to their strange occurrence of two Elements. They tended to cause havoc more often. There are some hybrids in Trangia’s population that weren’t bad. Trangians treated them, as if they were, for their reputation. They were never used to anything out of “the norm,” without judging it first.
Ace decided to rush downstairs. He ran down the even darker east wing and leaped down the centre staircase. He opened the front door, heading toward the street. That’s when he had a clear view of both people out there. The hybrid’s Elements revealed bright blue eyes and long brown hair. Ace could tell that the hybrid was several years older than him. The hybrid wasn’t too intimidating looking, aside from possessing two Elements.
“So what do we have here; a boy just wandering the streets late at night?” The hybrid spoke.
“My name’s Sollus Daeartus. And I’m not wandering,” the boy spoke with a strong voice.
“Daeartus? Never heard that name ‘round here before.”
“I could imagine. It’s a Deslosite name,” Sollus replied, with his shoulder-length black hair moved slightly in the breeze.
Deslosus was a neighbouring planet to Trangia. It was at war within itself. This was another reason Protectors came to be; to try and preserve planets from war. Deslosus didn’t have the Protectors. It could have possibly been because the colonies on Deslosus were ruled by kings and barons. The Elementalists were those in power higher than the ones ruling; a passive-aggressive coexistence. Most Elements were present on Deslosus, but the two main Elements of each opposing side were Fire and Water.
“What brings you to Trangia, eh? Tired of the conflicts?”
“I have no interest in unnecessary bloodshed,” Sollus stated.
Ace walked up to the sidewalk near the two. The dim light of the street light revealed him to the other two. Chills ran through Ace as he felt the cold of the concrete on his bare feet.
“Is this your friend, Daeartus?!” the hybrid asked.
Sollus looked at Ace. His eyes seemed to glisten from the street light above. His left eye was green and his right was red.
“You might want to get out of here. This man is a hybrid,” Sollus said, standing about eye level to Ace.
“This guy could hurt you just as easy,” Ace replied.
Sollus smirked.
“I wouldn’t hurt him anyways. No need for violence.”
Ace tilted his head in a confused manner. Doing so, he didn’t realize that the hybrid was blasting ice at him.
“Look out!” Sollus yelled, but was too late.
Ace felt frozen up to the neck. Struggling didn’t seem to help him feel any freer. He managed to gaze down and see thick ice built up all around his body. Cold air rolled off the icy surface.
“Ha! You little brats make it too easy!” The hybrid yelled.
“What do you plan on doing in Juhnad?!” Ace yelled, trying to act braver than he felt.
“I plan on being the best criminal hybrid Trangia has ever seen,” he replied with a devious smile.
Sollus looked angry. Sollus then drew a massive sword from his back. It was surprising to Ace to see such a young kid with a sword. Elementalists usually held swords, daggers, knives, shields, or used bows and arrows. Firearms were rarely used by Elementalists because Elements could not be projected through bullets.
“He was unarmed! You had no right to freeze him!” Sollus yelled.
The hybrid laughed and launched more ice to fully cover Ace. It made it where he could barely see what was happening. He could barely make out the hybrid through his greyish-blue vision through the ice. The feeling of cold quickly overcame him. It was almost an instant feeling for Ace to fight to keep his consciousness. The ice from Elementalists was a lower temperature than any other form of weather-made ice. He managed to see Sollus’s sword burst into flames and watched him charge at the hybrid. The hybrid started to blast ice and fire at Sollus. The fire absorbed into the fire on his sword and he easily dodged the ice, as if he had been fighting all his life. Sollus reached the hybrid and swung, but the hybrid jumped back.
Sollus continued swinging at the hybrid. A worried look began to form on the hybrid’s face. Then Ace felt a sudden surge in his body as he could no longer see the two. As a frozen figure, he fell to the floor. The ice shattered and scattered along the street. Ace was still losing consciousness from the chill that still lingered.
‘Ace, get up and fight! What is wrong with you?!’ Ace thought as more thoughts ran through his mind.
Ace struggled to get up to his feet. He managed to get to his knees before his vision began to fade in and out. As his heavy eyes were about to shut completely, another surge ran through him. Ace opened his eyes wide.
He jumped straight up to his feet and looked straight at the hybrid. His mind told him to charge the hybrid. Sollus had the hybrid pinned to a house across from Ace’s, awaiting for the right time to strike. Ace ran toward them. His feet seemed to be gliding along the ground. Ace reached them in a few seconds. Sollus felt Ace coming and jumped out of the way. Ace came to a halt a metre away from the hybrid. He pointed at the hybrid and then lightning discharged out of his hand and fingers. The hybrid blasted through the house wall he was against. Sollus quickly got up and stared at Ace.
“You’re a Lightning Elementalist?” Sollus asked.
“I guess so…?” Ace questioned, looking at his hands as sparks jumped across from them.
The hybrid started to get up. He was covered in dust and debris. The family inside the house was moving into a far room as they stared at the hybrid, Sollus, and Ace. The hybrid stood up fully, ignoring the family.
“That…fuckin’ hurt…you know?” The hybrid mumbled as he stretched.
Ace readied himself, as did Sollus. His fists jolted with electricity and Sollus’s sword roared with fire.
“You two think you can take me on?! You both are just kids!” the hybrid laughed.
“I know we can,” Sollus stated.
Ace grinned. The courage within him rose every second.
“I’m one of the most powerful hybrids! I am Bomtraq!” The hybrid exclaimed.
He blasted fire at Ace and ice at Sollus. Sollus ducked, and Ace sidestepped inside the house. He reached for Bomtraq and grabbed his shirt. Ace pulled the hybrid outside away from the house and family. Thoughts raced through Ace’s mind. ‘Where did this strength come from,’ Ace thought to himself, ‘I feel like I know fighting tactics now!’
Just then Ace felt another surge. His eyes lit up with electricity sparking out of them. He felt power coming to the tips of his fingers. Then he snapped his fingers and the sound of thunder cracked. Energy burst from his snap like a sonic boom. Its massive wave pushed Bomtraq across the street.
“You don’t see that every day,” Sollus admitted.
Ace stood still in a daze.
“I’m not quite sure how I did that, but it seems thunder does follow lightning,” Ace spurted out in a cheesy tone.
“It helped!”
Bomtraq stood up, looking angry. His muscles pulsed and his blue eyes flared. Ace and Sollus ran at Bomtraq with their Elements at the ready.
Once they reached a few metres away from Bomtraq, a vehicle came out of thin air and stopped in front of them. It was a Protector squad car. Protectors exited the vehicle and quickly blasted Bomtraq with ice while he stood confused. Ace’s foster parents came out of the house. Ace noticed Zeryl held a telephone used for contacting the Protectors.
“You two deserve our thanks for slowing him down. You did really well against a hybrid for being so young. Few kids would’ve had that courage, or even made it out alive. You two are practically Protectors yourselves,” a Protector said chuckling.
Ace laughed and looked at Sollus. Sollus doused his Element. He walked over to Ace and said, “Thanks for the help.”
“No problem. I’m Ace Venx by the way!” Ace proudly stated.
“Sollus Daeartus. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
Bomtraq looked up at Ace as he was being dragged into the Protector vehicle.
“Venx you say? You’re a long way from home, Lightning-blood.”
The Protectors put Bomtraq into the back of their vehicle. He stared with evil eyes at Ace and Sollus.
“Good thing you have Protectors here. Back on Deslosus, that guy would’ve been quite harder to stop,” Sollus said.
“Yeah, they should stop him from ever terrorizing innocent people,” Ace replied in a serious tone, “But it seems that he knows something about my family…”
Ace looked up to the stars. He began to wonder about his family. ‘If you guys are still out there,’ Ace thought, ‘then I will do whatever it takes to find you.’
*****
Ace shifted as he was remembering the moments leading up to now. He was looking up at the night sky, thinking the exact words he thought of when he was younger. He looked for the stars that could possibly be where the Venx were still waging war.

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(Poem) Forges of Confusion

Each day, another question asked.
Answers revealed only subtly.
Wondering how many days have passed,
waiting to get some sort of rebuttal.

Pounding away in the forges of confusion,
questions swirl around in the smoke.
Just a smith to get the resolution,
to get out if this before I choke.

The hand extended is the escape.
I want to take it without hesitation.
Will the hand I reach partake?
My heart aches at my procrastination.

I wrote this poem quickly for a Creative Writing class prompt. I can be rather terrible at rhyming.

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(Short Story) We Will Remain

Looking up to the sky as it illuminated every few seconds, Drelv watched the fireworks and the vehicles fly by.  Just moments before, he was running. Running from his home. His mind flashed back to the final moments.

Drelv was standing before his house. His orange pupils scanned the flames that engulfed the building. It was just any old building now to him. The heat pushed passed him, making his spiky black hair sway. He breathed in deeply as a voice yelled in the distance.

“Drelv! What did you do?!”

It was his Guardian.

“I know what is about to happen. Looks like the people started to revolt.” Drelv explained to the Guardian.

Drelv was just turning 20 when he had heard the rumours of the planet’s demise. Eterac had been Drelv’s home for his entire life. It was a peaceful place of blue grasses and green waters and skies. Alas, Eteracians didn’t take kindly to another planet waging war upon them when they had no means of defence.

The Guardian, Drelv uncaring of his name at this point, stood next to him, in awe. Drelv gripped a glowing sphere tightly. He slowly released his grip on a blue object. Out of the corner of Drelv’s eye, he saw his Guardian’s reaction.

“It was you who started this fire?” His guardian asked.

He didn’t respond. Drelv opened his eyes widely and swung his arm at the Guardian. The sphere attached to the man’s chest. Spikes sprang out, embedding in to the Guardian.

“You people did this. Guardians of Eterac, they call you?! It’s all lies! What have you protected us from?!” Drelv yelled into his Guardian’s face.

“I’m sorry Drelv.”

“It’s too late for your apologies.”

Drelv pushed his Guardian away. The sphere changed to a red colour, immediately causing the Guardian to disperse into dust. Drelv’s weapon was a multi-tool that the working class of Eterac used. Luckily for Drelv, he easily hacked the sphere to prepare for the current events.

He had been working for a company that fixed any of the technology available on Eterac. Being around technology his whole life, Drelv modified the sphere he possessed to turn anyone that got in his way to dust. The original tool was for soldering. It wasn’t too hard for him to raise the levels of heat or area of focus.

Drelv lifted his hand up in the air and the sphere flew back to his palm of the glove used to hold the tool. He had started the revolt of the people with a simple fire. With chaos ensuing around him, Drelv knew where to go. There was a hangar of ships that could be his escape of the planet’s end. He hoped with causing the people to notice the war that was about to happen, he could reach the ships with little obstacles.

Explosions boomed through the air as enemy ships zoomed above. Lasers and missiles were landing all around. Drelv thought it just added to the chaos.

“Oi, Drelv! Don’t leave without me!” A familiar voice called out.

Drelv looked behind him. It was his friend, Vadom. Vadom worked alongside Drelv.

“You’re lucky you made it this far.” Drelv stated.

“It wasn’t on my own doing. I brought Cerle.” Vadom said with a smile, as he lifted his hand.

Upon his hand was a similar glove to Drelv’s, but there wasn’t a sphere. It was an AI. A digital female stood tall on his hand. She looked like any other person would just about a foot tall. “Hello Drelv.” She replied.

Drelv sneered at the AI. He turned back to the direction of the hangar. It wasn’t too far from his house. His Guardian had worked at the base that held the ships, so it was easier for him to learn about its location and what it held. Because Eterac lacked any defence, the ships were for trading. Drelv figured he could use them to travel far away.

“We’ll need an AI for the ship, you know.” Vadom said to acknowledge Drelv’s silence.

Drelv had forgotten about that. Trade ships used AIs to run the entire thing. He sighed, but kept going. “Well, come on then!” Drelv said.

Vadom ran to catch up. Drelv eyed him carefully as he talked to his AI. Drelv tuned both of them out. Next to the explosions and screams, he could barely hear them anyways. Vadom looked so cheerful. His blue eyes lit up in the fires that were all around. Drelv watched as Vadom looked up. Vadom turned to him instantly after. He mouthed words, but Drelv couldn’t tell what they were. Drelv looked up and saw what Vadom saw: a missile coming straight down above them.

The two took off in a sprint towards the base that was coming into sight. The missile landed behind them. The massive explosion knocked both down to the ground. There was a ringing in Drelv’s ears as he tried to stand back up. When he got to his feet, he saw Vadom hand combing his long blond hair from the grass and dirt that caught in it.

“Come on, we need to keep going!” Drelv yelled out.

Vadom’s expression became annoyed, but he followed Drelv anyways. Drelv sprinted until he saw the warehouse coming up. “Almost there.” Drelv called back to Vadom.

“Good. Things are getting to crazy out here. I think the real assault is about to begin.” Vadom replied.

Drelv looked up. Vadom was right. The sky was filling lights of enemy ships forming up. The planet would be complete ruin in no more than ten minutes. Drelv continued on anyways. He knew he could make it in time.

After another minute or so of running, the two made it to the front gate of the base that the warehouse was at. The gate was unlocked. The entire compound had been abandoned.

“Hope there is still ships in there.” Vadom said carefully.

“They are trading ships. If any ships were taken, it would have been the cruise ones or personal ones.” Drelv answered, with some doubt of the ships being there still.

He thought how long he waited before he left his house. It took him too long to get the rumours to cause panic and for the crowds to start rioting. But he had to. It was the only way to get the people to realize their fates before it was too late. It seemed rather cruel, but he didn’t care at this point.

Drelv’s heart dropped at the thought of being stuck on this planet, as its surface was obliterated by the weapons of the thousands upon thousands of ships. He shook his head and pushed the gate open. Cerle popped up of Vadom’s hands. “My scanners are telling me there are still ships here.”

“Are you sure?” Vadom asked.

“Well…it’s kind of hard to tell with the ships all above us, but I’m pretty sure some of them getting picked up are here.” Cerle explained.

Drelv ignored her. He walked straight to the warehouse. The large doors were opened enough to fit one person at a time through. Drelv went in first, turning his sphere to a light source mode. The warehouse lit up, revealing a single ship in the distance.

“Well…one.” Cerle said as she appeared again.

“We don’t have long.” Drelv said as he ran at the ship, his arm stretched out to keep the light steady.

Drelv heard Vadom close behind him. The warehouse floor echoed each step they took. Drelv breathed in heavily as he was getting tired from all the running. The entire building began to shake.

“I think it’s starting!” Vadom yelled.

Drelv reached the ship and went up the entrance ramp with haste. He headed straight for the console and sat in the pilot chair. The ship was a decent size, with loads of room to pack tradable items. It was pretty much a small hallway covered with screens and metal plating. Vadom came up the ramp as it began to close. Vadom place his glove to the computers, letting Cerle enter the system. Drelv had placed his sphere in the maintenance slot. The entire ship lit up with screens and buttons.

“We’ve got to leave now!” Vadom yelled as he began adjusting switches.

“Yeah I know!” Drelv said as he began to lift the vehicle up.

The hangar roof opened up at the push of a button. Drelv looked up through the large window around the front. “Moving us up and out now!” Crele exclaimed from within the system.

The ship rose swiftly, barely escaping the opening hangar roof. The whole planet was shaking as ships covered almost every bit of the sky. Drelv knew the ships would be too distracted for them.

Their ship shot into the sky. Right as they passed the layer of enemy ships, missiles dropped. Crele took over the ship controls. Drelv stood up as he looked around through the window. Ships flew by, both enemy and Eteracians. It wasn’t fireworks that Drelv saw. It was his home planet and its people exploding. He could just think how they deserved the war they brought upon themselves. Drelv looked back to Vadom monitoring radars and other systems.

“At least we will remain.” Drelv mumbled.

He looked out into the vastness of space and hoped to find a safer home.