The Resistance - (Book 1) The Great Tribulation

The Resistance - (Book 1) The Great Tribulation

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

WELCOME- To a brand new World. Xilonia (Zi-Lo-Nia) is a planet trapped in a war it never wanted. Xilonians (Zi-Lo-Ni- Ans) are the beings that call Xilonia home. They are now….nothing but strangers in their own Land. They have been routed by their enemies the Acri (Aker-Ri)…..and the Xilonians have become nothing but their slaves. Acri hold all of the cards….but as the flames of War settle down. As old blood, gives birth to new life. Five Xilonians each one on very branching and indefinite paths begin to make their way out into the world. The ripples of their actions….will transcend the legends of time. These Five Xilonians will shatter the world. Srow…..is a fallen Prince. He longs for his throne. He is a lost king. He desires to have the blood of his family’s enemies. Night is the Leader of a Rebellion. She is cold and ruthless. She is hunted. She desires the freedom of her people. Haydu is a proud Traitor. He is deadly….and sharp. He can be bought. He desires to remain unshackled to any cause that does not glitter or gleam. Molar is a Chief of Slaves. He is loyal…and powerless. He is desperate. He desires a future. Harvest is a Slave. She is broken….and powerful. She is a force unknown. She desires a purpose. The trails…and decisions that these beings make….will bring about destruction, and rebirth. Joy and tragedy. Betrayal and Victory. For Srow, Night, Haydu, Molar and Harvest……these times are….The Greatest of Tribulations.

Summary

WELCOME- To a brand new World.

Xilonia (Zi-Lo-Nia) is a planet trapped in a war it never wanted.

Xilonians (Zi-Lo-Ni- Ans) are the beings that call Xilonia home. They are now….nothing but strangers in their own Land. They have been routed by their enemies the Acri (Aker-Ri)…..and the Xilonians have become nothing but their slaves.

Acri hold all of the cards….but as the flames of War settle down. As old blood, gives birth to new life.
Five Xilonians each one on very branching and indefinite paths begin to make their way out into the world.

The ripples of their actions….will transcend the legends of time. These Five Xilonians will shatter the world.

Srow…..is a fallen Prince. He longs for his throne. He is a lost king. He desires to have the blood of his family’s enemies.

Night is the Leader of a Rebellion. She is cold and ruthless. She is hunted. She desires the freedom of her people.

Haydu is a proud Traitor. He is deadly….and sharp. He can be bought. He desires to remain unshackled to any cause that does not glitter or gleam.

Molar is a Chief of Slaves. He is loyal…and powerless. He is desperate. He desires a future.

Harvest is a Slave. She is broken….and powerful. She is a force unknown. She desires a purpose.

The trails…and decisions that these beings make….will bring about destruction, and rebirth. Joy and tragedy. Betrayal and Victory.

For Srow, Night, Haydu, Molar and Harvest……these times are….The Greatest of Tribulations.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter 1

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 13, 2016

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Chapter One

A King-dom Lost

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Srow sat in his world. The prison that was all he'd knew for the last twelve years and dreamed. Srow hated dreams they did not bring him any sweet whispers of the Da or sweet memories from his childhood. Dreams brought him nothing but nightmares and the anguished whispers of those who were sharing his fate.

 

The walls and the very earth he trod on, dirt and straw, under his worthless mattress screamed it to him at night. The nightmares were always the same and the pain was always acute, but this night Srow felt especially raw and intolerable of the memories that rose to swallow his heart in anguish.

 

Bitter hate was the only balm to his soul. Srow tossed on his mattress, the collar that they had fitted upon him, as if he were a dog was black as coal and tight on his neck. Srow swallowed sobs as he tossed, fretting behind his mental barriers, as the nightmare began in earnest for yet another night.

 

Slashing.

 

Warm blood on the throne. Chaos and terror. Gunfire, that tears through scale and bone like cheap bone. Bodies falling all around, familiar bodies, familiar faces. Hands roughly push him away trying to protect, trying to shield. Those hands fall like all the rest. Flee! Long beautiful halls that blur past as his lungs fill to bursting with the efforts of futile escape and finally the dream got to the really bad part. 

 

Here Srow whispered names of people  dear to him, people forever taken form the world.  In the dark corner of his small room he dreamed of his family’s final moments.

 

Father!

He watched his King. Tall, Srow adorned and powerful as only the king of the Xilonians could and should be, stood calmly as the doors of the palace collapsed in to the room…

 

 He watched his dad, sword drawn and scales a fire, march forward to meet the invading solders. Srow subconsciously felt the cool trickle of tears and didn't even try to stop them.  Many nights had ended in tears for him. It would be futile, he knew, to try and make this one end any different.

 

No!

 

He screamed in his mind as he watched for the hundredth time the fall of his king and adored father to blast and sword.

 

Oblim! Flee my friend!

 

 Srow  squeezed his already firmly shut eyes tighter, as if to free himself from the image of his cousin being felled in cold blood.

 

He was jerked from his seat and thrust behind a line of strong scaly bodyguards. “Retrieve the king!”

 

A valiant call to action stirred in the hearts of the palace guards and they surged forward anew, but even to Srow's inexperienced and terrified eyes he knew that they had lost.  The Solider and guards fell and none were left, all were silenced, effectively and coldly by their merciless invaders.

 

 Srow watched through tired eyes as his family scatted through the tall golden halls screams deforming into distorted howls that rang like distorted laughter to his sensitive ears.

Many fell, none were spared, he closed his eyes in the nightmare, and sobbed in reality, as he watched an invader grab a small Xilonian infant, screaming its fear to the world from its small bed and deftly severed its small head from its solders.

 

 A maiden, Xilonian, blue scaled and beautiful and young, seeking escape, was tackled and split open end to end as Srow and his mother rounded the corner.

 

The horror began to blend together, the noises ran in a stream force feeding themselves into his mind and soul till his body shook uncontrollably in the useless bed. His stomach heaved with a ghost of the nausea he had felt that night.

 

His palms felt slick with the blood he had slipped in, but in reality was only sweat.

 

Lilly! Warren! Qui! Daren!

 

Names poured from his mouth in the darkness as Srow once again relived the systematic and gruesome destruction of his entire family. The entire royal line. Srow struggled through the chaos wrapped in his mother arms.

 

They ran him and her through the palace corridors as the sounds of carnage began to abate and his small heart tried to steel itself.

 

Srow panted as he sat huddled in his mother’s strong slim arms. He could see her. The only sweet part of the dream.

 

Her scales were bright blue and glistened like flame or the mesmerizing glow of the mythical will-o-wisps. He looked up at her face, kind and beautiful, and watched the tears black as ink run down her delicately scaled face.

 

He knew they were tears of sorrow and anger, tears that he himself had also been crying. Srow tried to beat back the fear, he wanted to stand talk and unflinching for his mother, but he could barely keep his bowels from releasing all over himself.

 

He was a brave pup….but he had just watched his entire family die and he knew that he and his mother were next. It started with the calls.

 

Deep gruff voices echoed down the halls and corridors, in the air and from the vents that dented the walls and roofs. “Clear! Clear! Just finished up here! Sweep that room!”

 

In the haze of pain and fear Srow realized that the invaders were going from room to room, patio to patio, chamber to chamber, checking to make sure that they had completed their grisly work.

 

“They are wiping us out of the world as if we are nothing but an annoying infestation of rats.  Vermin.” Srow thought trying to still his deep breathing as if softer breaths would keep his hiding place hidden just a little longer.

 

 Tears of fear, dribbled black and warm down on his head, mostly they were tears of frustration shed by his mother.  There was no fear in her steady gaze as she stared fixedly at the bared door that would only hold the invader at bay for a precious few moments.

 

 As the voices got closer and closer Srow couldn't stop tremblingly. Even before this fearsome invasion Srow had had good reason to fell fear in his heart of the nameless invaders.

 

 Srow had listened to the adults talking back before the tragedy, he  had heard the whispers, and in a small concerned part of his mind, not the part concerned with bugs and play, but in the princely part he had know, but ignored the tense feeling in the air. 

 

For a long time Srow knew it was only a blessing of the Great Da that the Xilonians remained unseen and unnoticed in the conflict that was tearing the galaxy apart. A conflict that no one could escape and a conflict that had just come cruelly and explosively to the Xilonians world.  After watching his nightmare every night for twelve years and the carnage in his memories, a seed of hate mingled with fear, sat heavily in Srow’s soul.

 

The same seed fat with twelve years of impotence, and full with more fear then hate, sat heavy on his heart as the dream began to end.

 

In his mind he saw his mother bend down. She came eye level with Srow, her eyes black as coal and irises blue as her scales were large and clear so that they seemed to burn. Tears dried and her back strait Srow couldn't help but gain power from his mothers solidity.

 

He stopped sobbing and stood up sensing that his mother had something to say to him. A warm delicate hand reached out and wiped his tear stained face and staining her whit palm black. Srow tried to lean his head and for a moment he could almost feel the ghostly touch in reality. His hand twitched as a Silvan’s paw does in deep sleep when they chase some prey only they could see.

 

“My Tifta,” the Queen said to him as she had said a hundred times before on a hundred different nights. Nonetheless Srow smiled as he always did when he herd his mothers pet name for him. “My Prince, have no fear. The great Da has spoken to me. Your time here is not yet come.” The barred door protecting them jarred accompanied by a grunt that floated through the vents to the hiding room.

 

“This rooms locked. Blow it!”

 

Srow tried to turn to the door, but his mother would not let him. She snared his chin, and stared him in the eyes. She captured his young mind in a mater of seconds, dropping all mental barriers and shredding his feeble ones, she linked minds with Srow.

 

He gasped, but held her eye. Not because he wanted to but because his mother was making him. When she spoke she spoke in his mind and even the Srow in reality, the Srow that was no longer a weak Pup, instantly calmed in his twisted sheets.

 

“This is not the end. You are a prince, this is your land, live. Live for your people. Grown up strong my Srow, my Tifta. My someday king.”

 

There was a large shuffle of feet and movement outside of the doors. It crawled through the vents and told of mighty numbers. Srow tried to break the connection with his mother, but his mind was too young, too weak, to vulnerable.

 

 She had him completely within her Thrall. Srow began to move forward to his mother. She turned him and placed him in a corner. She turned her body out shielding him from what was coming.

 

“Goodbye.” She thought sweetly into his mind. She retreated, reapplying his feeble barriers, before Srow could reply and that's when the door and most of the room exploded. Srow awoke in agony, of the heart and body. He was trapped under his slain mother and a section of the golden roof. The invaders charged the room. Srow couldn't move, but he was so groggy from pain that he cried out in panic. The invaders surrounded him. They watched him struggle, and laugh deep in their throats and with their eyes. Remembering their merciless, Srow refuses to beg or cry, he stares daggers at them and even hisses at one of the invaders who gets to close

 

“Watch him. Watch him, he’s disoriented.” mumbled one of them as if a small pup truly posed any danger to the large beings.

 

Srow was so angry and frightened that he did not realize that his mother was still alive till she groaned. A shiver ran down Srow’s spine in reality as he looks at her and sees her injuries. She is dying. One of the invaders reaches down and with only one of its arms it lifts and tosses the large piece of ceding across the room. Srow’s only thought is for his mother.

He struggles to his knees gently displacing her and glares at the surrounding invaders ready to fight till the end, but they do not approach they seem just as stunned as Srow.

 

“Ow wow, she’s still kicking!? Sweet Jin!”  One of the invaders laughed looking on with unsympathetic eyes.

 

“Finish her and the pup quickly. We have little time to waste and the Primal will be here soon, he wants this place burning by Dawn. Xilonia is ours!” said another bigger invader turning away. He was a lot bigger than the rest and his speech, seemed more smooth and dignified, but Srow only noticed these things in the back of his mind.

 

The child in him was dead and dying down beside his mother and inside of him he felt no hope or sadness. All he could feel was a numb hatred. A futile fury.

 

Suddenly two large invaders drew their blades and strode forward confidently. Srow attacked, not because he thought he would succeed, but for his mother he couldn't suffer these vile creatures to hurt her again.

 

 He slammed into one of the invaders and beat at him with all the strength inside that he could find, but it was no use and he knew it. The invader merely grabbed his small weak wrist and flung him across the room.

 

Srow bounced painfully off a slab of wall, pain like no other followed by the sound of breaking bone made him scream out in the real world on his bed. Srow laid in a pitiful heap, arm dangling, watching in mind fogging pain as the invader who had tossed him like trash lifted his mangled and dying mother off the ground by her tiny neck.

 

It placed its cold metal to her back. To her heart. Gasping in pain Srow could do nothing more but try to Thrall his mother. Normally this would have been impossible for a youth, but his mother was weak. Her barriers were demolished, crumbling with her life.

 

“Ill follow you soon.” he thought solemnly. He knew that these beings that could destroy life so fully and mercilessly wouldn't spare him.

 

A feather light touch of though came to him “My someday King. The Great Da speaks to me. You must live. Live...” Just as the blade slammed home. Srow jerked in his bed far away from the past as the dream continued.

 

Srow did not watch as the light fled from his mother’s eyes, but he would never forget the sound of the blade as it slid through her body. Helplessness swallowed him. Srow didn’t want to move, didn’t want to be, he waited for the invaders to finish him.

 

Yet for the spite in him and the rage that festered in his souk, he had to move. Cron saw in his mind the blood spattering the golden halls, and the terror his family had endured that night. He watched as his father fell in noble battle. He saw his mother’s tears and defiant sadness and Srow suddenly knew that had to move, fight, and survive.

 

Run.

 

(Srow's mother. The Queen of Xilonia)

(Srow's Father King of Xilonia)

 

 


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