Flourished

Prologue- The Origin

Prologue

The Origin

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                  A man, wearing a black leather coat that is flapping outrageously, fights the sudden gust of whirlwind cast by the cultists. Tsk. Will they stop at nothing? The man cursed under his breath, gritting his teeth in anger. His legs almost wore out when while crossing the slick streets, he met a truck heading his way. Immediately, adrenaline rushed through his being, coursing through every vein blood pumped into.

                  He swiftly got his footing and jumped out of the roads and into a damp, dark forest. And with every gut of will and testosterone left in his torn state, he gasped a rough breath and started running again. He clutched into the glowing ruby stone bearing sapphire crests like his life depended on it.

                  Not my life, the world’s. He clenched his fists when the high pitched screech in his right ear was nearing- a sorry sign for when enemies with bad aura came close. He ran, glided, jumped by every bulging root, and ducked under every branch of wood the forest had the courtesy of placing in his escape route. He had half the mind to chuckle at the thought of the game he downloaded called Temple Run. Recalling those ripped and patched faces of the occult masters, they sure made good gorillas.

                 The wide grin plastered from ear to ear, disappeared into a straight line when he started hearing water. Unable to register the new information, he almost tripped over a waterfall. He caught his balance, and apparently also his heart, on time. But, judging from the pain the tracker on his ear caused him the chimps are getting closer.

                 Fighting the beating of his heart, and the demand for air by his lungs, he had done the best decision he did that night. Only feet away from the soulless eyes of the cults, he had smashed the relic the maniacs tried to reclaim. The creatures moaned in displeasure, and then shot him a glare good enough to kill. Wrapping the 5 shattered pieces in his embrace, he wiggled his eyebrows and gave them a victory smirk. All before he took a freefall down the harsh stream of cold, pure water. All of which, the mad inhumane faces of the cults hissed at. They wouldn’t cross that line for anything. Water burned them like fire burned us.

                 The man swam out of sight, and into a village. The people who found him took him in and nursed him back to health. Finally, he was able to walk and talk again. He thanked the fisherman who pulled him out of the shore, that fateful night. Repaying him for his deed, he pulled out the remains of his wealth, miraculously untouched by the water. Not only for that but for a job he could entrust a good man doing- scattering the five gems still in his clutches.

                 For the fair amount, the work was his to take. Traveling the world, each stone was cast into barren wastelands, forests, lakes and… the last one was missing. Afraid to lose the wealth he already claimed, the fisherman didn’t speak of the final ruby.

                What he didn’t know was that a little girl of the neighboring town had picked up something shiny downstream. Feasting her eyes on the found jewel, she took it to show to her parents. But when she reached the house, the gem was nowhere to be found. In its stead, a beautiful tattoo replaced it on the depths of her palms.

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cA/n (co-author's note) Heeey!  I'm polkaLALA728. If you're wonderin' why I dedicated this prologue to the guy up above, he gave advice about this so THANKS MICH! ^_^ Read his stories since he's a great writer and all. :)

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Edited by: PolkaLALA728