Larks Revised

LARKS


PROLOGUE


Once, in the year, 1 D.S.C (Dakota Sandra Crisis) all humans revealed themselves to be known as the Sandra, other than the Wingless Larks, who seem to have humanoid bloodlines. Once discovered by the Sandra, the Wingless Larks slowly started to die out. There were only nine left from there on. They hid out under the ground of North Dakota, now called Dakota, after the Sandra decided to settle petty differences. The Sandra upturned Dakota, killing all living things. When they were unsuccessful in finding the Wingless Larks, the enigmatic leader of the Sandra, known only as Shade, roared a tremendous roar, splitting the world in two. Now there is West Earth and East Earth. However, there is no need in telling you the history of this planet. I am to leave it very soon. I am Hiea Xidlark. I am a descendant of the Wingless Larks. I have only seven left of my kind. Their names are Bleuxem Fowlark, Lily Trellark, Kira Dethlark, Sentrell Starlark, Hatrel Cheerlark, Terra Earthlark and Calev Fowlark. I sense something of the air around Calev. Calev has a very strong swantrill. Swantrill are weapons of our very own. The first Wingless Larks had bestowed the power of Swantrill upon the family. The Wingless Larks, after going underground, found a pond, which is the reason for their survival. The Wingless Larks found that there was a family of swans living in that lake. Now, there was something special about those swans. There was some sort of legend about those swans, something about some dead knight’s souls getting sealed into them. Those knights had extreme power, and were extremely skilled smiths. They had found a mineral deposit in the underground area, and had somehow constructed weapons. However, these were not normal weapons. These weapons, except for in times of great need, never should appear. These weapons are invisible when not being used. You can’t feel them, either. These weapons are customized to your needs. This is how the Wingless Larks are not human. From getting the knights’ power, they also got a curse from them. Whenever they give birth, they die. Once, long ago, maybe two years, there were nine of us. His name was Shad. He went into space on a small yellow rocketship built for one. He had said that he would come back in 2 years, and if he didn’t, to come and find him. It has been more than 2 years. We have been hoping he would come back soon enough, however, he hasn’t. We shall be boarding individual rocketships and going throughout the galaxy, maybe even the universe, searching for him. We needed to find him. But, first we need to steal some Sandra supplies. The Year is 721 D..S.C. We are the wingless larks, and the time has come for us to embark on our last mission on this planet. We are to gather supplies.




Larks

A crash. Sentrell burst through a window the Sandra sleeping in the bed on the floor, heard the noise, and, lightning fast, shot up onto his feet. Sentrell called upon he his swantrill. As always, it sprinkled out of mid-air. It was a large rope. Nothing special. That would be what you would think until you saw the tip of it. The dark lapis-lazuli colored blade, like one on a spear, sticking, somehow, magically, to the rope. The dark blue contrasted with his scruffy light orange hair and dark green eyes. He wore a cheerful smile and his signature white tuxedo. Sentrell spun the spear-rope quickly, as if it was a lasso. “Mission begin!” He exclaimed cheerfully. The Sandra on the bed shot up with superhuman speed. It flung toward him, claws out, arms held in front of him. He swung for Sentrell, who just couldn’t dodge the claw. However, when he swung at Sentrell, the boy disappeared from midair. He appeared behind the Sandra and swung his rope in a circle, slaughtering the Sandra. However, Sentrell did not escape from the battle without a large gash on his forehead, crossing through his right eyebrow. And Sentrell felt it. “AAAAARGGGHH!!!” Sentrell screeched “LILY!!”
Lily shot into the room. She looked at Sentrell and understood almost instantly. Without a word, she healed Sentrell. Dabbing a cotton swab covered in alcohol onto his cut, Sentrell stared at Lily. Her long silver hair and thin lips were some of her greatest features, however, Sentrell only thought of her as a very close friend. “Can’t you ever stay out of trouble, Sentrell?” She asked. Sentrell smiled and answered “Apparently not!”
Bleuxem and Terra burst through the ceiling , weapons in hand. Bleuxem’s white mask shone in the moonlight. His regular-looking axe hid his true weapon behind it. Terra’s dirty blonde hair was long and scruffy. She had huge spikes coming out of her elbows and knuckles. She also had claws on her fingers. However, her most notable features were her small wings. They were 6 months older than all of their friends, and their features were a bit more developed. There was a warrior Sandra in this home. He was fully equipped, and was practicing his skills before going to bed. The Sandra held a plasma rifle and was in full body armor. The Sandra immediately saw what was going on and put a stop to it. He shot the rifle. Terra took a plain look at it and reflected the blast with her elbow blade. It flew toward Bleuxem, who blocked it with his axe and sent it flying into his own armor , which seemed to collect the energy and shoot a blast twice as big from it.
The Sandra dodged it with ease and threw his plasma rifle to the side, knowing that it would not do him any good. The Sandra flipped over Bleuxem and gave him a striking blow to the mouth. Blood gushed out of Bleuxem’s mouth, but he didn’t seem to feel it. Even the Sandra was shocked. Terra had fire in her eyes. She exploded with rage. “DON’T MESS WITH US!!!!” She shouted “DO THAT AGAIN, AND YOUR WHOLE KIND WILL PAY!!!!”
She elbowed the Sandra, impaling him. The Sandra had replied with a final act of defiance, a large gash on Terra’s arm. Bleuxem fell to the ground.
“Why didn’t you lie down before, Terra asked while taking his mask off.
Bleuxem instinctively whacked her arm off his mask.
“Because I can never look uncool.” He replied with a smile. Terra smiled back at him.
Calev and Hatrel simply walked right into the door. Calev’s blank face looking at the creatures that stood before him. There were two Sandra, Children, in fact. But one was older. It must have been around 15. The younger one must have been 7. Just like Calev. The Sandra looked at Calev with a hateful look in their eye. Calev knew what it was. He had dyed his hair sky blue a long time ago. Sky blue has the same effect on Sandra as red has on bulls. Hatrel had mahogany colored hair. She was very thin and always wore a baggy hoodie, no matter what the circumstance. She was calm because she knew that these Sandra were nothing that they couldn’t handle. The Sandra charged toward Calev first. He stood still. He didn’t seem to have any weapon out, but in fact, he did. He was one of the only two wingless larks that had named their weapons. His was named ‘The Still Death’. The Sandra had come around him and were about to attack, when, suddenly, one of them shot off into the air, with a large hole through his stomach. It was the smaller one. It was dead. The large on let out an earsplitting roar. Both Hatrel and Calev felt their ears bleeding. The Sandra shot behind Calev, brushing his pants, leaving a small cut on Calev’s leg.
“Is that all?” Hatrel asked
She was about to draw her weapon when the Sandra was already at the window. It was the fastest Sandra she had ever seen. The Sandra turned to them. Words formed on its lips.
“I am Zhonal.” It said “Someday, I will kill you.”
It darted out the window. Calev was shocked. Sandra were capable of speech, but were not allowed to use it. They were beaten heavily, maybe even hanged! But he didn’t worry. The Sandra didn’t stand a chance against him.
“No worries.” He said to Hatrel “Let’s go raid the supplies.
Hiea confronted the Sandra standing in front of him, his purple eyes shining in the light of a lamp, he had scruffy black hair covering his eyes and going to the bottom of his neck, slightly under his shirt. He had small bags under his eyes. He had no headgear whatsoever, except for some earmuffs he had a habit of wearing. He had his javelin at the ready. This Sandra was huge. It was different from the others. It must have been a Magus. However, magi were mainly known for their help given to others. However, it is almost useless on it’s own. It was large and bulky, but wore a robe. Behind the Sandra, Hiea saw twelve pax. Pax were small boxes filled with whatever is needed to become the class that you would like to be. All twelve kinds of pax are given to you when you enlist in the militia of Sandra. Considering how peaceful the Sandra world is, you wouldn’t think the Sandra would need a militia. However, in a world of such peace, war is soon to follow. Different areas are ruled by different shades, and they all have different ideas of what is right. When one thinks something is right, the other may not. No matter how much of a utopia anything is, there is no world without conflict. The Militia classes were:
Defensive Magus: A mage that casts defensive magic and heals.
Offensive Magus: A mage that casts offensive magic and uses fire.
Two-Side Magus: A mage that casts weaker offensive and defensive magic.
Warrior: An all around class that is moderate at everything
Fighter: Someone who uses different gloves to fight.
Rogue: A quick class. Not usually very strong, but are fast.
Ranger: A class that uses beasts to fight for them.
Scarlet Ranger: A ranger that summons cute pets instead of beasts.
NecroMagus: A magus that uses dark magic to raise the dead.
Sky Pirate: A class that flies using a miniature aircraft built for one, and uses a falchion.
Heavy Swordsman: An all-out attack class that uses axes.
Blacksmith: A creator of weapons.
Hiea spun around and tried to slice the Sandra with the edge of his javelin, but to no avail. The Sandra shot him with a fireball, which hit Hiea straight in the stomach. The Sandra barely missed his right kidney. Bleeding like crazy, Hiea continued trying to hit the creature many times over and over, but it was too fast. Hiea didn’t stand a chance. There was a roar of thunder and the Sandra formed a blade of lightning in his hand. The Sandra sliced. Hiea could not dodge. Hiea’s head was cut open by the Sandra’s blade. His head rolled to the ground… but there was no blood. The Sandra looked at Hiea’s headless body, and saw inside the neck. Stuffing. Nothing but cotton was inside Hiea.
Somebody walked through the door. There stood Hiea.
The magus stared at him, as he stared back at the magus.
“Oh…hullo.” Hiea said
Hieathen turned back to Therriman.
“Cool, Therry.” Hiea said “Thanks.”
Hiea had a name for his weapon. Therriman. His weapon was unique from all the other Wingless Larks’. He had something that could barely even be considered a weapon. He had a puppet. But this puppet was different. It was life sized and looked exactly like him. The puppet was different in many other ways, as well. However, the most notable way it is set apart from others, is that Hiea doesn’t control it. This puppet, Therriman, had a mind of his own. Yet, Therriman (or Therry, as Hiea likes to call him) stayed silent and never spoke a word. Therriman could be used as a doppleganger for Hiea, or could just fight on his own, as he was good at it. The only distinction between Hiea and Therriman was that Hiea had black eyes, when Therriman had purple. The Sandra was shocked. How could there be two of this boy? It doesn’t matter. If he could beat one, then he could beat two. The magus shot a ball of dark magic at him, which somehow disappeared on impact on Therriman.
“You can’t beat us.” Hiea said “ Not with Kira helping us” Hiea leaped through the air. Therriman followed. They both sliced upward with their javelins, giving the magus a cut in the leg. He screamed in pain. A hole appeared in his head. Blood shot out like a fountain. The magus held his head, shouting for his life.
“Thanks for doing the finishing blow, Kira.” Hiea said
A girl with black hair came from midair, holding a blue shield. She clenched her fist tightly, giving the impression she was about to punch you.
“Alright.” She said
Hiea took the packs and reported back to base.
Back in the base, there was commotion. The Larks were talking about their adventures to each other, laughing and singing around the fire, eating raw fish and wolf brain. They were waiting for the arrival of Hiea and Kira.
“Where’re th’ plans, Calev?” asked Sentrell
“I’ll get ‘em, I’ll get ‘em.” He answered
Calev reached into his pocket. All he felt was a hole, the hole that Zhonal gave him, back in the home.
“Oh, god!” Calev said “I droppedit!”
“Don’t freak out, little brother.” Bleuxem said “It doesn’t matter. We’re leaving tonight.”
“But what if a Sandra finds it?” Terra asked “They’ll follow us on our planet trail.”
“Come on,” Lily said “They’re not smart enough.”
“Don’t forget!” Hatrel said “They are smarter than us.”
“Just, don’t worry, guys.” Sentrell perked up “It’ll all work out.”
They sat for a while longer, looking to the hills for any sign of Hiea or Kira.
“Hey! Who’s that up there?” Calev asked
Hiea and Kira’s shadows were seen traversing down the hill, slowly.
“Hi guys!” Hiea said “Look what I got!” He held the pax in the air.
“WOW!” They all said
They ran over each other, tumbled fumbled and rumbled into the pax. They fought over who would get which, kicking and punching each other. Until after a long time, they reached an agreement.
Then they got ready to go.


Alignments
Kira: Offensive Magus
Lily: Defensive Magus
Terra: Fighter
Hatrel: Ranger
Bleuxem: Heavy Swordsman
Sentrell: Scarlet Ranger
Calev: Rogue
Hiea: NecroMagus

Sandra
Zhonal walked down a road, kicking a can as he went. He had many thoughts on his mind. The humans had just made a powerful enemy. However, he still wondered why the humans would kill his brother. The humans had terrible logic. The Sandra’s goal was to live a happy life. And the Sandra did indeed. However, the Sandra did not kill ruthlessly to do so. If these humans’ goals were the same, then why would they kill a small, helpless child just to be happy? Couldn’t they live off the land around them? Wherever their hiding place was, it was sure to have wildlife and veggies! Why must the humans long for things they cannot get? Sandra did not have such flaws.
Deep into his thinking, he felt something rub up against his knee. It was a piece of paper. Curious, Zhonal picked it up. He widened his eyes not quite believing what he was seeing. In a daze, he picked his phone up. He fumbled with the phone and dropped it a few times, shaken at what he had found. When he finally dialed the number he was looking for, his voice was stammering beyond belief.
“Hello?” The voice on the other side of the phone said
“H-H-hello.” Zhonal said “ I-I have f-found some v-v-v-vital information on the renegade humans.”
“Come to your town’s leader office immediately.” The voice answered.
And Zhonal did. He ran for the entire night, much faster and more elegant than any human ever could. What he did in one night would have taken a car two days. What motivated him was his desire for revenge. What he held in his hand was the information on the departure of the wingless larks.
When Zhonal reached the station, everything seemed quiet and so much more unexciting than he would think. The receptionist was getting coffee from a machine and the overweight security guard was asleep at the door. They were sorry excuses for Sandra. He walked through the security breach without being even looked at.
‘What a terrible place.’ He thought
However, his entire opinion changed when he met the mayor. He was a large and strong warrior class. He gave the scrawny two-sided magus of Zhonal a gruff look, then turned his head away, disgusted.
“Hello.” The mayor said “I am Rocher.” He forced himself to shake hands.
“Hello!” Zhonal said, quite pleased “I’m Zhonal!”
“So, boy,” The mayor said “What exactly have you found.”
“Some important blueprints about the wingless larks’ plans, sir. It seems they plan to depart from Earth. They are headed to Rhag’ oth Th’uruk, a primitive planet, still in it’s medieval times.”
The mayor was taken aback.
“What could they be thinking?” He asked
“Nothing a two-sided magus could find out.” He said “My idea is to just pursue them. Maybe we could find out then.”
“That’s what I was thinking.” The mayor said “Alright. I shall request a team of the strongest Sandra to pursue the larks. How many would you like?”
“A many as possible.”
“With the current situation in the west-east war right now, I’m not sure we can get many, maybe fifteen, at the most. The larks shouldn’t have very fast spaceships, so I suppose their trip should be about twenty-five to thirty days. According to this piece of paper, they should have left about three days ago. If we get a quick spaceship, we may be able to catch up to their three day lead.”
“Well, you should request HQ for their strongest men right away.”
“I’m doing it right now!” Rocher said, quite impatiently
“Hello?” the voice on the line said “This is head office.”
“This is the head office of Dakota. We have found information on the wingless larks—Shade must have heard about it— and we have found they are heading to Rhag’ oth Th’uruk. We require a quick spacecraft and a crew of your finest men consisting of no less than six.”
“What” the voice said “Our finest men are out fighting the war between west and east earth, and at the headlock east earth has got us in at the moment, we can’t afford any men to give. I can give you your six men, but I cannot say they will be good.”
“What!?!?” Zhonal exclaimed “The larks are a big threat to us! How can you simply dismiss them as an afterthought!? Withdraw your men to fight them and do whatever you can, but we need strong men right now!”
Rocher was speechless. Who did this kid think he was? The head office would never agree to their plan now!
“Shut up, boy!” Rocher said as he gave Zhonal a striking blow on the cheek.
Zhonal looked shocked! He stood there, winded for a few minutes while Rocher finished up the call.
“There.” He said “I settled it. They are sending us the best men they can at the moment.”
Zhonal’s ears perked up, his eyes thickened and started to turn red. His horns started sharpening and teeth growing larger. He looked up at Rocher with a glare only Medusa could match.
“What the hell are you doing!?” Rocher exclaimed
Just then, Zhonal let out a completely other-worldly shriek. His voice thickened and started to growl.
“Never touch me again!!!” He screamed
And now, looking even more vicious than the mayor, he threw himself into the air and onto the mayor, slashing him with a claw. After the mayor was bleeding profusely, Zhonal stopped and stepped off the mayor.
“I’m SO sorry!” He said “I-I didn’t mean to- I didn’t know what came over me!”
Rocher had a newfound respect for this boy.
“It’s alright, boy. Now help me bandage myself up.”
Within a few hours the men arrived. Quite good, considering what the head office said earlier. Their names and classes were: Sorado, a strapping young Defensive Magus, his brother, Bobbert, a rather large Offensive Magus, Tracto, a military genius that remained a beginner because he was too merciful. He had looked hard and found a special pax, a temple knight, a warrior with some defensive magus abilities, Sleuth, a quick and sleek rogue. He was a spy for the army. He has a shifty personality and keeps to himself. Azuking, a happy-go-lucky blacksmith with bright eyes and a cheerful smile, which made him look almost human.
“So, this is our team, eh?” Rocher asked
“Yes, sir.” Zhonal replied
“I guess we should be heading off, then!”
“Yup!”
Boarding the spacecraft, they started zooming full speed ahead, almost at hyperspace, through space, heading toward Rhag’ oth Th’uruk.
“So…” said Azuking “We ought to get to know each other, huh?
“Shut up!” said sleuth “We don’t need to know each other at all. We’re just militia recruits.”
“C’mon, Sleuth! Lighten up!” Bobbert said “We can be friends.”
Sorado remained quiet. He didn’t associate himself with such complicated matters.
‘What a weirdo.’ Sorado thought
“What a weirdo.” Bobbert said
“Shut up!” Sleuth said “I suppose we could get to know each other.”
“Yeah.” Said Zhonal
They sat there, chatting, not knowing what to do, talking about nothing in particular, but over those days in the busy hyperspace traffic, those eight monsters developed a special bond,. However, they were far from being what we humans would call ‘friends’. However, after many days, they finally had Rhag’ oth Th’ uruk within sights.
“Only a few hours left, boys!” Rocher said cheerfully
“Yes, sir!” they replied
They talked, today about their opinions on the wingless larks. After a long conversation, Azuking thought of something.
“Wait, if the larks were heading here, how would they not be noticed in the hyperspace traffic?”
Then it hit them. Could they be taking the regular route? No! That would take about two years! Could they? Would it be that important to them? Yes, they concluded. Their new plan was to stay on Rhag’ oth Th’ uruk for the two years it would take the larks to get there. They would wait at the launch pad.
“How will the larks get by on this planet?” Azuking asked “Won’t they be caught at landing?”
“You obviously haven’t traveled interplanetarily very much.” Said Bobbert “This planet isn’t ruled by Sandra! It allows humans to live peacefully. I’ll bet you there are humans other than the larks on this planet.”
“I suppose so.”
There was silence for a long while. They mused silently over their horrid discovery. This was going to be boring. After a while, Tracto had a sudden outburst.
“What the hell is that?!” A large black spaceship pulled up beside them.
“Oh, my god, men!” Rocher exclaimed “We are being invaded!”
The ship was thrown into a state of panic. Men in black coats began to invade the ship. The army men stood, dumbfounded.
“Don’t just stand there!” Zhonal screeched “FIGHT!”
And they did.
There were 15 men on board. They split up into three waves of five. One wave head toward Zhonal, who cowered behind Tracto.
Those five came close to Tracto, but not too close. Bobbert jumped behind the wave and grabbed two men.
“Thanks.” Said Tracto
Tracto bent over and quickly dodged the three remaining men. Two had dual swords and the last had an axe. The two with dual swords head toward Tracto. Tracto dodged one sword, but got badly wounded by the other three. His large gashes in his body started oozing blood, but receded almost right away.
“I’m a temple knight.” Tracto said “I have morphine and healing solutions flowing through my blood. I cannot feel pain and I cannot get hurt.” He decapitated one, and stabbed the other through the heart. Then something struck him. Zhonal! He looked to the side and saw Zhonal, tome open, with the man’s body lying below him.
“Well.” Tracto said to Zhonal “I suppose you’re capable.
On the other side of the room was Bobbert, casting black magic, sending huge blasts at the men with no stop. He killed them quite easily. The second one’s dying words were
“You can’t beat the boss.”
Bobbert was confused. All of the members of the military group had killed all of the waves. What could he mean.
“Hey, guys!” Mangrol exclaimed “There’s one guy left.”
The last man of the group was standing in a corner, muttering small utterances of disrupted spells. Was this ‘the boss’? All of a sudden, a shriek came from the man. He died and some dark creature emerged from his carcass a bipedal creature with large claws. However, this creature was only black. There were no details on its skin. Just a silhouette. Bobbert knew, without doubt, this was ‘the boss’. Rocher grabbed a sword and began slashing at the 15- foot creature. Sleuth began slashing at the beast with his daggers simultaneously with Rocher’s attack. Soon, all men were fighting this beast, with the exception of Zhonal, who was hiding in the corner. The beast was slashing back and forth, easily keeping up with the onslaught heading at it. It began to toy with the men, letting them hit it, then making a painful counter at the last moment. All of the men were covered with severe wounds, with the exception of Tracto. The creature leaped over Sorado gracefully. It head toward Zhonal, who just cowered lower. The creature leaped on top of him, ripping his scrawny body, when something happened. Zhonal grew and grew, until he was about 8 feet. His eyes were red and glowing, his horns giant. His teeth curved far below his head. He threw himself on top of the being, wrestling and matching its every blow. He decided to finish it. He bit a huge chunk out of the creature. He roared and there was a flash of light and the monster was gone. Zhonal lay next to it, unconscious. He was back to normal.
“He must have fainted out of blood loss.” Rocher said “I better get to controls and land this thing. The entire ship was dumbfounded. They were about to go back to their quarters when suddenly there was a sound. A rustle. They looked behind and there stood a soldier in full clothes, dressed in black. His head was covered in shade, as if he was wearing an unseen hood. The scarf he was wearing blew in the unseen wind.
“Who are you?” They asked “Another intruder? We can take care of you.”
Sleuth dashed toward him, daggers held out but to no avail. He went right through the soldier. All of the men took shots at him, but all fell right through. The soldier walked toward Zhonal. He put his hand on Zhonal’s forehead and began chanting a strange language. Nothing happened. The soldier then simply got up and left. The soldiers never mentioned it to anybody ever again.
Rocher sat, slowly piloting the ship into landing position. Upon landing, he and the soldiers got a transmission from the leader of the Sandra of west earth: Shade III. Excited to see the shade, the soldiers opened the video transmission, and, to their dismay, Shade was just a blank screen.
“Sorry.” Shade said “I can’t show you my real face for security reasons.”
Azuking frowned.
“Doesn’t his voice sound rather… Juvenile?” Azuking asked Sorado
“Shut up!” Sorado replied “Don’t insult our leader.”
“So.” Rocher said “What did you call us for?”
“I have called to say that the wingless larks have always annoyed me, so I shall come with you on this mission personally. In fact, I am right outside of your spaceship. I shall greet you upon landing.
They were shocked.
“What?” Sorado exclaimed “How did he know? How did he get here before us? HOW?”
“I don’t know.” Rocher replied “But he’s a remarkable man.”
“Huh.. what?” Zhonal said as he regained consciousness
“We’re gonna meet Shade III!” Azuking said to him
“Really? Awesome!”
They all filed towared the door.
“This is so exciting!” Sleuth said
Even he was excited. As soon as they stepped outside, a strange site greeted them. A four year old Sandra dressed in a black cloak stood before them.
“Hello.” It said “I am Shade III. Shall we get to waiting?”

I






Interval
Hiea and the larks sat silently in their spacecrafts. After two years of waiting, there were only a few more minutes of waiting until they reached their destination. For their two year journey, they traveled in a single file line, breaking only in asteroid fields.
“It looks like our landing should be successful.” Bleuxem said
“HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAAHAH!!!!!” Sentrell said happily “This is freakin’ great, buddy!” He said to Bleuxem
Hiea as well as everybody else was surprised at Sentrell. He normally hated Bleuxem.”
“I guess.” Calev said
Calev was rather quiet nowadays.
“Bleuxem! You’ve gotta cheer up!” Sentrell said
“Shut up, freak!” Bleuxem said
“C’mon Bleuxem, don’t be so mean!” Terra said “He’s just being nice!”
“Just stay out, Terra!” Lily said “We girls shouldn’t associate ourselves with the guys and their fights.”
“That’s right.” Hatrel said
Kira remained quiet.
“Yeah.” Hiea said “I’ve been waiting for two whole years, and now we’re finally here!”
“Yeah.” Bleuxem said
They were quiet and sat still for a while. They were bored and nothing in particular was happening. There was nothing to talk about, either. Hiea was the first to notice it. A blackness covering a part of the stars, a void of darkness, hurling towards them quickly.
“What is—“ Hiea was cut off as the void swallowed them. However, they went right through, shot through, in fact! They sent them hurling in groups of two in different areas of the same country. This country was called Rhadivazs, and was at war with its neighbor, Shillick.

The Nova Introduction
Shad sat in a room inside of a small house in a small town in Southern Harivals, a country on the small planet Rhag’ oth Th’ uruk. He sat on the chair quite comfortably, sipping tea from a large mug between thoughts. He now had forgotten his past as a lark. He now was part of a small group called The Nova. He had not joined them without reason, however. He had very good reasoning. He had a problem he needed solved, and would go to any cost to leave it. The Nova had promised to rid him of this problem if he worked for them. It was an offer he could not refuse. He decided that once he had gotten what he wanted, then he would go back to the Wingless Larks. However, recently Shad had been pondering his decision. Being a part of The Nova is a dirty business. There’s a special force called Shadownells. This force was able to teleport matter as well as magnify the speed of objects. The Nova used Shadownells for their own… purposes. The Nova had been called to this planet for a short mission. They had to dump some bad Shadownells, also known as Trevonells, into space. Trevonells were exactly the same as Shadownells, however, Trevonells cannot teleport matter, and instead of just increasing the speed of whatever it touched, it would send them flying into any direction at supersonic speeds. However, this force slows down after a few hundred kilometers of flying. Trevonells took the shape of a black material, and, when put into space, turns into a completely pitch black substance that blocks the view of anything behind it. In other words, it is a disruption in the stars. Shadownells took a completely different form, however. They are held within humans, or creatures, or anything else. Shad’s job was finding the Shadownell containers, and … retrieving the Shadownells from inside them. What he did, he was not proud of, but he’d do anything to fulfill his goals. But now he was wondering if all of this was worth it. His problem was, indeed, important, but would it be justified to go to these measures? Would the larks approve of it? Would they welcome him back after what he’s done? These questions have no answers. He would wait. Surely the larks had come looking for him by now. Wait! What was he thinking? How could he let the larks interfere with his master plan? He wouldn’t. Anyway, when he sees them again, he can teach them what he has done! He could help them as well! Maybe, if he asked, The Nova might give him more information, maybe about world peace, or the secrets of life! With the information he gains from The Nova, he could help the world, or perhaps even rule it! He had to plan big. But those weren’t the most of his worries at the moment. He had to find many more Shadownells before he could learn these secrets. What The Nova required the Shadownells for was a creature they are trying to create. This was no ordinary creature, however. This was a creature in the form of a dark soldier. They had a prototype for the creature that didn’t really work out, but they kept it anyway. However, when sending it out on a mission, it was destroyed, and all fifteen men they sent out were killed! However, the prototype was by far the weakest creature they had ever created. But that was two whole years ago. And now Shad’s list of Shadownells was much too big to collect on the short time they had on this planet! He decided to ask his boss if he could take a small break until they reach their planet again. He had been working non-stop for the past two years to regain the tens of thousands of Shadownells lost when the creature was destroyed. Aside from that, his hunting partners should be back soon. They have been living in a house they stole by killing the owners.

Larks

Hi! This is my first post. This blog shall be home to book, manga and movie reviews. I shall also post writings of my novel, Larks, once a week, one chapter at a time.

PROLOGUE

Once, in the year, 1 D.S.C (Dakota Sandra Crisis) all humans revealed themselves to be known as the Sandra, other than the Wingless Larks, who seem to have humanoid bloodlines. Once discovered by the Sandra, the Wingless Larks slowly started to die out. There were only nine left from there on. They hid out under the ground of North Dakota, now called Dakota, after the Sandra decided to settle petty differences. The Sandra upturned Dakota, killing all living things. When they were unsuccessful in finding the Wingless Larks, the enigmatic leader of the Sandra, known only as Shade, roared a tremendous roar, splitting the world in two. Now there is West Earth and East Earth. However, there is no need in telling you the history of this planet. I am to leave it very soon. I am Hiea Xidlark. I am a descendant of the Wingless Larks. I have only seven left of my kind. Their names are Bleuxem Fowlark, Lily Trellark, Kira Dethlark, Sentrell Starlark, Hatrel Cheerlark, Terra Earthlark and Calev Fowlark. I sense something of the air around Calev. Calev has a very strong swantrill. Swantrill are weapons of our very own. The first Wingless Larks had bestowed the power of Swantrill upon the family. The Wingless Larks, after going underground, found a pond, which is the reason for their survival. The Wingless Larks found that there was a family of swans living in that lake. Now, there was something special about those swans. There was some sort of legend about those swans, something about some dead knight’s souls getting sealed into them. Those knights had extreme power, and were extremely skilled smiths. They had found a mineral deposit in the underground area, and had somehow constructed weapons. However, these were not normal weapons. These weapons, except for in times of great need, never should appear. These weapons are invisible when not being used. You can’t feel them, either. These weapons are customized to your needs. This is how the Wingless Larks are not human. From getting the knights’ power, they also got a curse from them. Whenever they give birth, they die. Once, long ago, maybe two years, there were nine of us. His name was Shad. He went into space on a small yellow rocketship built for one. He had said that he would come back in 2 years, and if he didn’t, to come and find him. It has been more than 2 years. We have been hoping he would come back soon enough, however, he hasn’t. We shall be boarding individual rocketships and going throughout the galaxy, maybe even the universe, searching for him. We needed to find him. But, first we need to steal some Sandra supplies. The Year is 721 D..S.C. We are the wingless larks, and the time has come for us to embark on our last mission on this planet. We are to gather supplies.

Chapter 1

A crash. Sentrell burst through a window the Sandra sleeping in the bed on the floor, heard the noise, and, lightning fast, shot up onto his feet. Sentrell called upon he his swantrill. As always, it sprinkled out of mid-air. It was a large rope. Nothing special. That would be what you would think until you saw the tip of it. The dark lapis-lazuli colored blade, like one on a spear, sticking, somehow, magically, to the rope. The dark blue contrasted with his scruffy light orange hair and dark green eyes. He wore a cheerful smile and his signature white tuxedo. Sentrell spun the spear-rope quickly, as if it was a lasso. “Mission begin!” He exclaimed cheerfully. The Sandra on the bed shot up with superhuman speed. It flung toward him, claws out, arms held in front of him. He swung for Sentrell, who just couldn’t dodge the claw. However, when he swung at Sentrell, the boy disappeared from midair. He appeared behind the Sandra and swung his rope in a circle, slaughtering the Sandra. However, Sentrell did not escape from the battle without a large gash on his forehead, crossing through his right eyebrow. And Sentrell felt it. “AAAAARGGGHH!!!” Sentrell screeched “LILY!!”

Lily shot into the room. She looked at Sentrell and understood almost instantly. Without a word, she healed Sentrell. Dabbing a cotton swab covered in alcohol onto his cut, Sentrell stared at Lily. Her long silver hair and thin lips were some of her greatest features, however, Sentrell only thought of her as a very close friend. “Can’t you ever stay out of trouble, Sentrell?” She asked. Sentrell smiled and answered “Apparently not!”

Bleuxem and Terra burst through the ceiling , weapons in hand. Bleuxem’s white mask shone in the moonlight. His regular-looking axe hid his true weapon behind it. Terra’s dirty blonde hair was long and scruffy. She had huge spikes coming out of her elbows and knuckles. She also had claws on her fingers. However, her most notable features were her small wings. They were 6 months older than all of their friends, and their features were a bit more developed. There was a warrior Sandra in this home. He was fully equipped, and was practicing his skills before going to bed. The Sandra held a plasma rifle and was in full body armor. The Sandra immediately saw what was going on and put a stop to it. He shot the rifle. Terra took a plain look at it and reflected the blast with her elbow blade. It flew toward Bleuxem, who blocked it with his axe and sent it flying into his own armor , which seemed to collect the energy and shoot a blast twice as big from it.

The Sandra dodged it with ease and threw his plasma rifle to the side, knowing that it would not do him any good. The Sandra flipped over Bleuxem and gave him a striking blow to the mouth. Blood gushed out of Bleuxem’s mouth, but he didn’t seem to feel it. Even the Sandra was shocked. Terra had fire in her eyes. She exploded with rage. “DON’T MESS WITH US!!!!” She shouted “DO THAT AGAIN, AND YOUR WHOLE KIND WILL PAY!!!!”

She elbowed the Sandra, impaling him. The Sandra had replied with a final act of defiance, a large gash on Terra’s arm. Bleuxem fell to the ground.

“Why didn’t you lie down before, Terra asked while taking his mask off.

Bleuxem instinctively whacked her arm off his mask.

“Because I can never look uncool.” He replied with a smile. Terra smiled back at him.

Calev and Hatrel simply walked right into the door. Calev’s blank face looking at the creatures that stood before him. There were two Sandra, Children, in fact. But one was older. It must have been around 15. The younger one must have been 7. Just like Calev. The Sandra looked at Calev with a hateful look in their eye. Calev knew what it was. He had dyed his hair sky blue a long time ago. Sky blue has the same effect on Sandra as red has on bulls. Hatrel had mahogany colored hair. She was very thin and always wore a baggy hoodie, no matter what the circumstance. She was calm because she knew that these Sandra were nothing that they couldn’t handle. The Sandra charged toward Calev first. He stood still. He didn’t seem to have any weapon out, but in fact, he did. He was one of the only two wingless larks that had named their weapons. His was named ‘The Still Death’. The Sandra had come around him and were about to attack, when, suddenly, one of them shot off into the air, with a large hole through his stomach. It was the smaller one. It was dead. The large on let out an earsplitting roar. Both Hatrel and Calev felt their ears bleeding. The Sandra shot behind Calev, brushing his pants, leaving a small cut on Calev’s leg.

“Is that all?” Hatrel asked

She was about to draw her weapon when the Sandra was already at the window. It was the fastest Sandra she had ever seen. The Sandra turned to them. Words formed on its lips.

“I am Zhonal.” It said “Someday, I will kill you.”

It darted out the window. Calev was shocked. Sandra were capable of speech, but were not allowed to use it. They were beaten heavily, maybe even hanged! But he didn’t worry. The Sandra didn’t stand a chance against him.

“No worries.” He said to Hatrel “Let’s go raid the supplies.

Hiea confronted the Sandra standing in front of him, his purple eyes shining in the light of a lamp, his long, scruffy red hair falling down his back. He wore his signature white hat with a red hieroglyphic sunflower on it. He had his javelin at the ready. This Sandra was huge. It was different from the others. It must have been a Magus. It was large and bulky, but wore a robe. Behind the Sandra, he saw twelve packs. Packs were small boxes filled with whatever is needed to get started on the class that you would like to be. All twelve kinds of packs are given to you when you enlist in the militia. The classes were:

Defensive Magus: A mage that casts defensive magic and heals.

Offensive Magus: A mage that casts offensive magic and uses fire.

Two-Side Magus: A mage that casts weaker offensive and defensive magic.

Warrior: An all around class that is moderate at everything

Fighter: Someone who uses different gloves to fight.

Rogue: A quick class. Not usually very strong, but are fast.

Ranger: A class that uses beasts to fight for them.

Scarlet Ranger: A ranger that summons cute pets instead of beasts.

NecroMagus: A magus that uses dark magic to raise the dead.

Sky Pirate: A class that flies using a miniature aircraft built for one, and uses a falchion.

Heavy Swordsman: An all-out attack class that uses axes.

Blacksmith: A creator of weapons.

Hiea spun around and tried to slice the Sandra with the edge of his javelin, but to no avail. The Sandra shot him with a fireball, which hit Hiea straight in the stomach. The Sandra barely missed his right kidney. Bleeding like crazy, Hiea continued trying to hit the creature many times over and over, but it was too fast. Hiea didn’t stand a chance. There was a roar of thunder and the Sandra formed a blade of lightning in his hand. The Sandra sliced. Hiea could not dodge. Hiea’s head was cut open by the Sandra’s blade. His head rolled to the ground… but there was no blood. The Sandra looked at Hiea’s headless body, and saw inside the neck. Stuffing. Nothing but cotton was inside Hiea.

“WOO!” There was a scream as someone crashed through the window. There stood Hiea.

“Nice job, Therriman!” He said “Let’s beat this guy!”

Hiea had a name for his weapon. Therriman. His weapon was unique from all the other Wingless Larks’. He had something that could barely even be considered a weapon. He had a puppet. But this puppet was different. It was life sized and looked exactly like him. The puppet was different in many other ways, as well. However, the most notable way it is set apart from others, is that Hiea doesn’t control it. This puppet, Therriman, had a mind of his own. Yet, Therriman was silent, and did what he was told. Therriman could be used as a doppleganger for Hiea, or could just fight on his own, as he was good at it. The only distinction between Hiea and Therriman was that Hiea had red eyes, when Therriman had purple. The Sandra was shocked. How could there be two of this boy? It doesn’t matter. If he could beat one, then he could beat two. The magus shot a ball of dark magic at him, which somehow disappeared on impact on Therriman.

“You can’t beat us.” Hiea said “ Not with Kira helping us” Hiea leaped through the air. Therriman followed. They both sliced upward with their javelins, giving the magus a cut in the leg. He screamed in pain. A hole appeared in his head. Blood shot out like a fountain. The magus held his head, shouting for his life.

“Thanks for doing the finishing blow, Kira.” Hiea said

A girl with black hair came from midair, holding a blue shield. She clenched her fist tightly, giving the impression she was about to punch you.

“Alright.” She said

Hiea took the packs and reported back to base.

Back in the base, there was commotion. The Larks were talking about their adventures to each other, laughing and singing around the fire, eating raw fish and wolf brain. They were waiting for the arrival of Hiea and Kira.

“Where’re th’ plans, Calev?” asked Sentrell

“I’ll get ‘em, I’ll get ‘em.” He answered

Calev reached into his pocket. All he felt was a hole, the hole that Zhonal gave him, back in the home.

“Oh, god!” Calev said “I droppedit!”

“Don’t freak out, little brother.” Bleuxem said “It doesn’t matter. We’re leaving tonight.”

“But what if a Sandra finds it?” Terra asked “They’ll follow us on our planet trail.”

“Come on,” Lily said “They’re not smart enough.”

“Don’t forget!” Hatrel said “They are smarter than us.”

“Just, don’t worry, guys.” Sentrell perked up “It’ll all work out.”

They sat for a while longer, looking to the hills for any sign of Hiea or Kira.

“Hey! Who’s that up there?” Calev asked

Hiea and Kira’s shadows were seen traversing down the hill, slowly.

“Hi guys!” Hiea said “Look what I got!” He held the packs in the air.

“WOW!” They all said

And they got ready to go.

Alignments

Kira: Offensive Magus

Lily: Defensive Magus

Terra: Fighter

Hatrel: Ranger

Bleuxem: Heavy Swordsman

Sentrell: Scarlet Ranger

Calev: Rogue

Hiea: NecroMagus