KRONYKLES OF ∆LK∆Y∆

∆LK∆Y∆: THE RYZYNG TYDE

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The tide, will rise, to lift, your spirits high.

With this power, i promise you, will never die.

Are you ready, and willing, to take on this task?

Then come on, my friends, and fill up, your flask.

This is a whale of a tale to tell.

He stole the fire from the pits of hell.

He's a mighty beast who can eat a feast.

He's Ferrick Vatten the man whale.

He has a shell harder than a crab.

Your blade will break if you take a stab.

There is no telling with his black eyes

The biggest man he's twice his size.

He's from a land down under the sea

Bold and strong and handsome is he

He has no hair and he does not care.

He will thrill you thoroughly.

The happy ending to this story.

May be sick and a bit gory.

Though have no fear my little dear.

We did it all for the glory.

Chapter one: Adrift ace of chalices

Ferrick Vatten piloted the Golden Syndicate's mission plane; the Vorcom Jet over the Pacific Ocean. He looked below him through the impenetrable hyproglass windows. He could see the rolling clouds, every moment catching glimpses of the ocean below. They had been traveling for roughly five hours, their destination; the Mariana Trench, Japan, seeking the Hydro Empyro.

Ferrick reflected back to his meeting with Master Neoen. "The Hydro Empyro has chosen you as the host vessel to pilot it. You have been picked from billions of people to be the water warrior of the Golden Syndicate. Though the Empyro is not just a weapon or an artifact of power, it is a living biomechanical android, with it's own consciousness."

"Once you don the spirit armor, it will syncopate to your biological rhythms, you will become symbiotic champions of the light." Master Neoen put his slender finger tips to his lips. Neoen was high elf by birth, the stories claimed that he was an immortal messiah. Ferrick had not even believed in Neoen before he had seen him with his own eyes before the rest of the crew. Even now as Neoen spoke he had an otherworldly and mystical nature to his words and manners.

"However, even the shadow forces assemble to thwart our efforts to restore balance. Make no mistake, now that we have acquired the Earth Empyro, Harkane and his legion of darkness will make every move to kill the Golden Syndicate and capture the Empyros."

Ferrick thought of all that had happened to him, remembering his escape from Alcatraz, Jaypar coming to his rescue. Until that moment, Ferrick had been a prisoner with a life sentence, afterwards he discovered his destiny to be an elite warrior in the war against the Repticons. "Why am I the chosen one, what makes me so special?" Ferrick asked cautiously.

Neoen answered with his reassuring grace and non-attachment. "You were chosen to fulfill this task before you were birthed into this world. Every moment of your life has prepared you and shaped you for this task."

Ferrick's mind returned to the present moment. Sabria Masue, the High Elf holy paladin healer trained by Neoen himself to lead their crew, entered the cockpit from behind him. She flicked a few overhead switches and studied some readouts, taking a seat in the co-pilot chair. "Not much longer until we cross the Pacific Ocean."