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