Sitting on his swirly chair in his personal office, Damon tapped his pencil against his chin, deep in thought.
What was the deal with the meteor, anyway?
He looked at the plasma screen TV hooked to the camera he placed on top of the building closest to the meteor. The multicolored meteor hummed with power and started to shake.
In front of Damon's eyes, the meteor shattered to 13 pieces and flew in every single direction, a Blue Shard headed right at the Astronomy Institute Damon's father owned.
He peered out the window, observing the sky for any residual pieces of meteor heading towards him.
When he couldn't find any, he dragged his telescope to the windowsill, determined to study the meteor. A greenish blue dot traveled through the air, gradually becoming bigger.
Damon luched back, unsure of what it was. He angled the telescope to another direction so he could have a better look.
The blue dot disappeared. Damon was confused with that, until he felt something pierce the vest he was wearing.
He gasped, feeling the pain of the shard taking a toll on his strength. Blood welled out, and he looked down to inspect the wound.
The green tinged blue shard was embedded in his chest, slowly dissolving like powder solutions into water, until nothing was left but the wind.
Damon felt like he lost control of his body. His hands moved on their own accord, pushing on the floor as to rise up. His feet led him to his room, and his mind was the only thing he was still controlling.
To the bedside table he went, where his laptop rested, charging. His hands typed in a series of letters and numbers, which, in turn, led him to a special website he'd never seen before.
His hands moved again. Lettering danced across the screen of the laptop, each word so clear, yet so blurred.
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Armageddon is arriving. The meteor has chosen, and the fate of the world shall rest on those thirteen. Twelve shall bring the world good, and one will destroy everything they have created. The end is unclear.
Every shard from that meteor has brushed through each star in their constellation. In every shard, there is a condensed dose of each and every virtue, bringing the Pierced good luck and health. We call the people pierced by the shards Constelles.
Every shard brings good luck and health, all but one. One took all the death and darkness in the universe and condensed it. That shard is named "Malovent" which, in Latin, ironically means Evil.
It brings the Pierced dark thoughts and an overwhelming sense of revenge. If the Pierced had a dark past, the Malovent will act better and turn the person bitter.
I am the Taurus Constelle. Come find me, Alex.
- Damon Bullard
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Damon regained control over his limbs and body, and read the passage he just typed. He double clicked it, just to see if he could take it down from the website.
He couldn't.
Who is this Alex guy, anyway? He had no idea who Alex was. He didn't even have any friends named Alex.
Either way, he had a feeling he was going to meet this Alex guy soon.
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The Curse of The Dark Hades
FantasiArmageddon was arriving sooner than we thought. The fate of our world was resting on a handful of rowdy teenager's hands. It all started with a giant explosion of a meteor into 13 teeny- tiny little pieces, each mysteriously embedding itself into a...
