Just bored

Mar 01, 2008 11:52

Hmm I'm bored since my boyfriend is STILL sleeping, so I feel like just writing about something that isn't real so here it goes!

"Spatial Relics"
    Since the beginning of time, the universe has never been a peaceful zone. It began with concentrated chaos that caused major changes within the system. This was a natural course of events yet this concentrated chaos could not continue to exist lest it began to destroy the very universe it was creating; thus that chaos was forced to spread out across the stars over the centuries.
Throughout the ages, as beings of life came to be, some of these lifeforms began to harness the power of chaos in an attempt to  overthrow the natural order and become superior beings, gods. Eventually, these beings gathered and created a group known as the Syndicate of Revolution. The group was founded by Marcus G. Lach and compromised of thirteen other members, each from their own stretch of the universe. The Syndicate of Revolution went on to evolve into the Clan of Justice; increasing the members numbers from fourteen to over thousands. Despite its name, the Clan of Justice sought out to restructure the universe into there own vision and did not hesitate to strike down those who opposed them. Their reign of terror took hold just five years after the formation of the Syndicate of Revolution.
    Despite the Justices, as the original fourteen members were dubbed, massive following, many of the citizens of our universe did not approve of their radical visions. A legendary blacksmith had crafted several relics created from Benzdarth, an extremely rare alchemic material extracted from dark matter, intended to be used by the Justices. These relics had the potential to manipulate the universe to the very core of time and space, the only stigma being it would require major energy to utilize. A freak accident, however,  caused the ship transporting the relics  to be lost and thus the relics never came into the hands of the Justices.
    It has been ages since, and unfortunately the Justices and their followers, known as the Claymores, have grown stronger than before. There are still a few people who continue to oppose the Clan of Justice and they seek these legendary relics, which by now have been guessed to be scattered among the galaxies. The blacksmith did create two amulets which had the power to sense the relics, keeping one for himself and the other being confiscated by the Justices. The blacksmith kept the amulet within his bloodline but that came to abrupt end and so the remaining amulet was donned onto an unknown family and its true ability would remain hidden.
    She gazed over the hill, her stomach was getting all knotted up. They were coming, just like her uncle had predicted. Soon, the Claymores would reach the city and convert it into ruins. She nervously clutched the pendant that had been handed down throughout her family for several generations now for just a moment. She then ran off towards the base of operations, she had to warn everyone about the incoming invasion.

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