Salvation for Rustir: Restore the wreckage We have a winner!

[Jasae Bushae]

We have a winner!
Lets give a round of applause for the winner of our contest
=======ProperGamer=======

Our judges Claire-chii, ByakoAssailant and supremeviva carefully read and reread all of your entries and judgified ProperGamer as the winner of our little contest.
Congrats ProperGamer!

And to the rest of you, thank you very much for competing.
We plan to hold a couple more contests such as this in the future so don't lose heart ^_^

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Rustir the Ruined City....
The remains of a world that was shattered and this piece found itself in Byako...
Rustir is a ruined wreckage with no life and incapable of supporting life.
A sad fact that has led many to conclude that Rustir was a place best left alone.....

Rustir: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=9809863

However the Byako Restoration Committee says otherwise!
The BRC dedicates itself to restoring locales and regions of the city that have become ruined and desolate, bringing hope to the hopless and homes to the homeless and life to an otherwise unlivable situation.

However a project as big as Rustir is beyond them.....

So they need you!

Contest

This is a contest to restore the Rustir into something Livable Again.
What should it look like? How will this be done? this is all up to you.

*Explanation
We will give you all a span of time to work out how your character would restore the area, what they would want to do with it and go into detail on how it now looks

How to Play

We wish you to through the use of creative work, develop some means of restoring this ruined husk of a city

*This means we want you to portray the restoration of this area through a creative outlet such as Poetry, Short story, Artwork, Music and puppetry

Remember you must fulfill these criteria in your entry to count

*How your character restores the area
*What they intend to do with Rustir
*Details on what Rustir now looks like

You are free to use any form of creative outlet for this

Rules

To win: You must turn in an entry fulfilling all the necessary criteria in any form of creative format.
After the deadline the judges will vote and determine the winner

*Do not submit an entry that breaks gaia tos
*It can be in any creative format so long as you can fulfill the criteria
*The judges will determine the winner based on creativeness, ingenuity, detail and portrayal.

The Deadline is December 23rd
Turn in your entries by then!

Prize

If you win you will receive
10,000 Gold
and control of Rustir!

The Deadline is December 23rd
Turn in your entries by then!


=========Entries=========
Short story by Requiem of Whyspers
Short story by Krazylicious
Short story by Kayner Lightshard
Short story by Siegfried006
Short story by striderXmage
Short story by ProperGamer
Short story by Infinity Rabbit
Short story by Rubieus
Short story by Frostborne_PrettyGirl
Short story by blue-alien


The Deadline is December 23rd
Turn in your entries by then!  

[Daemithus Nezaio]

Jaysn stood on the outskirt of Rustir, awe filling in where reason and sensibility should be. His short black hair ruffled in the light stale breeze from the city. Somehow life seemed devoid in this place and the thick, stale air seemed to be proof of this statement.

"A bubble like this can't truly exist here..." Jaysn tried to reason with himself. He had previously tried to breath within the city limits, but his lungs refused to take in whatever air was there. He looked over himself, realizing that on a normal standpoint, a white shirt and blue jeans was not considered work attire, and having a 9mm pistol was considered a war declaration in different cultures. What culture was here though?

"I think i have an idea." He pulled his gun free and reached into his pants pocket, freeing a clip of brownish bullets. "Return to the earth what it needs to breathe." He loaded the click, cocked the gun, then fired a shot into the ground at the base of the nearest building. To his great amusement and pleasure, flora began to sprout from where his earthen bullet had landed, growing up the side of the building. He fired at the next building and smiled when similar results formed.

As the air slowly purified in the area, he stepped further in, continuing this trend until he had the entirety of the city filled with flora. He holstered his gun in the holster hanging under his left arm and walked toward the nearest building. "Other than some slight structural damage..." He muttered as he patted the side of the building,"... these buildings should hold up until a construction crew comes around."

After freeing his gun once more and working with a clip of blue bullets and another of red, he filled a clean clip with the bullets alternatively. Finding the center of the city, he aimed as straight up as he could and fired the bullets in rapid succession. The blue bullets, when at their apex, burst into ice, the red into fire. The fire melted the ice and created a faux rain, lasting for the next few hours, with the water filling open basins or fountains, but also leaking into cracks in the building's structures.

Jaysn sighed and walked back to the edge of the city. "I hope this tides over until I can get some people to help me with the renovations."  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

Kaya Rayvn approached the edge of Rustir. “Whatever this place was, it isn’t now.” He told himself. He knew he was stating the obvious, but that was ok. “I know a way to get this heap of scrap steel running again…” he stated to no one in particular, un-holstering Sasha from its sheath. Swapping out the rounds in the barrel, he aimed into the sky over this section of the section and fired half a dozen shots. He could hear the bullets cut through the still air until they reached their highest point, whereupon, they exploded like flares. He would have help shortly. That string of flares could be called a universal call to aid by the lawless.

In the meantime, he took to the streets, wondering just what he’d have to do to get this place in livable condition again. The Gods knew this place existed and yet they’d never paid much attention, it seemed. So much disrepair, it was hard to believe this place had ever sustained life. Walking up to a ruined building, he laid his hand on the side of the skeletal structure. Bare metal exposed itself beneath his very touch as the granite decayed to dust in seconds. “There must be something in the air that’s causing this.” He remarked as he looked skyward once more. And now he could see it. His flares had never gone out. In fact, they were still burning, fueled by some powerful chemical in the air. “Well….I suppose that’ll take care of whatever’s causing all the decay…” the pirate remarked as he squinted to watch the bright balls of flame.

As he watched, he failed to notice the throngs of lawbreaker who were soon behind him. “You got yourself one helluva job, Pirate.” One of them stated as she looked around. “What you got planned for this scrap heap, anyway?” another asked. Kaya smirked as he turned to look at the gathering. “One word. Sanctuary.” Was all the man spoke. And that was all the crowd needed to hear. “You want help, you got it, captain!” a younger pirate cried from deep in the crowd. “You want to be my crew for now? Help me build ourselves a sanctuary?” The White Raven asked of the gathering. “Aye aye!” came the uniform reply. “Then let’s get our asses in gear and rebuild this broken shell! Spread out and find us some supplies, first and foremost.” The silver haired man cried out.

A cheer erupted from the gathering of lawbreakers as petty thieves and criminal masterminds alike set out into the city. Many stole, many swindled and many killed for the things hey felt they’d need. To them, this was nothing new. It was their way of life. As the thieves stole away with supplies, the swindlers cheated passersby out of their money and bought more with that. The masterminds simply made people believe this all for the betterment of the city, using their feeble notions of “charity” and “good will” to help them help themselves. As the many returned with what they’d need, many more began working to demolish the remains and start anew.

Broken buildings were torn down leaving only the skeletal remains and foundations standing to work from. The old city fountain was cleaned out and polished, waiting only for the power to return before it began to rain a beautiful flow into the air and back into the waters below. A Sanctuary had to at least look peaceful, even if it wouldn’t stay that way. Before long, the buildings were rebuilt, the skyscrapers that had once been, recycled into reusable materials to make the apartments. It wasn’t anything special, but there were now Inns, stores, even a theatre and a cinema. Indeed, this place was intent to be a safe haven for criminals of all kinds, a sanctuary from the law as it were, but that didn’t mean it had to be barren. Though it was small, the city had a kind of “Amsterdam” look to it. A place that looked nice, but everyone knew things went down there at all times that were all manner of illegal. However nice it looked now, it was an immense improvement to what it had been before. Even as the criminals who’d helped rebuild the place took up residence here, it was obvious that they wouldn’t stop anyone willing to risk life among the lawless from coming. There were still many locations in the city that needed some repair, or someone to maintain them. But now, as the flares Kaya had first fired to gather the lawbreakers of the city to his aid faded, the very city he’d set them to work on was now filled with them. This was all but a dream come true.  

[Krazylicious]

Talus walked into the district which was little more than concrete and rust. Once the peak of modern and industrial looks, now was trash. And in this day and age of expansion, to leave so much land as uninhabitable trash should be a crime. He wondered through the abandoned city. Nothing stirred, winds had blown everything that wasn't contained or attached already. They city was dead and Talus wanted to bring life to it.

His cause noble, but his methods were not. On the street he began finding people and hypnotizing them to help. He gathered hundreds of people and reconstruction began. It began at the first 5 story building. Him and his "crew" stripped the outer layer of rusted metal and began replacing it with electrical. All the wiring leading to one gauge on one end. All of it opening up to single panels on the other. Each square panel had an efficient solar-panel placed to generate electricity.

Talus knew that every city has poverty and Byako is almost indefinitely large, meaning there is an immense amount of poverty. By starting the construction on this district of buildings that pay for themselves in electricity, building a district like this everyone in the reaches of it could afford it. The houses could be payed for by a single person on minimum wage.

Months went into work, and more people would suddenly disappear to "join" Talus' crew to aid the building. As soon as one of the skyscrapers were connected to the main power grid, a new flow of money aided in materials for the next building. The construction payed for itself even! Just as if the city was crying out "Fix me! Fix me!" to everyone working in it.

The day of completion of this immense project had come, much swifter than anyone would have thought would be possible. The buildings had turned from a red-brown rust color, to a black exterior. The buildings also had grown in size, the short buildings from before towered into the sky. Every corner had changed in one way. Streets had been repaved. New street lights had been installed. Nothing was left unfurnished and unchanged.

A crowd had gathered to see the opening ceremony, with a classic red ribbon to be cut. Thousands had already applied to move into the houses gathered. This district was not for cheap housing but instead for those who could not afford housing. His goal had been completed.

 

[Kayner Lightshard]

(Kayner walked into the dead land of the ruined city of Rustir...
as a druid elder of the land, it wounded him greatly how humans and demons had eroded and destroyed this land... )

This place... has suffered great damage.... for the sake of the best in the world... this place must be retaken by the wild....

(he continued on towards the verry center of the ruined city... the warm and dry wind blowing frisky in his cloak as he approatch his destination, once there.. he begins an incantation and a green orb is formed as he holds his hands close in front of him... dark clouds gather in the air as thunder and lightning strikes, where he readies his spell, spirits of the wild starts to swhirl around him emerging from the forest as his incantation reatchesd its limit, it becomes clear that he uses all the power available to him to complete this task.. to reform the verry land itself in this region, his spell now complete.. he strikes it down ito the earth as the green orb explodes and covers the rustir ruins in a thick mist... as it clears, grass and small trees begins to grow on the verry concrete itself, as out of nothing and flower, plants and roots burst up everywhere.. and where he put his spell.. a great oak now stands as he looks at it.. smiling...)

This... will be the new land of my people... the Silver Elves

(animals and people start to appear in the lands surounding Rustir...)

My brethren.. today we have found our new capital.. after all these years.. we have finally found our place in this world

(he speaks as the people gather, they cheer in celebration as he smiles.. turning to look at his kinsmen... as they begin to settle.. soliders in armour stands guard at the entrance as the trees become tall and the grass thick... hiding the new Elven capital.. their new home... Rustir)  

[Siegfried006]

A desolate place. One robbed of all forms of living and luster due to a interdimensional war. Once brightly colored buildings fading into bleak shades of gray. Plants withering in there pots, skeletons hanging in windows and on the ground. Their black eyes seems to see everything while their white grins mock all those who stepped foot here. Streets have wide cracks stretching up and down the block, metal rusting in many places making the buildings unstable. The smell from the garbage alone was enough to scare away anyone foolish enough to step on this dead zone.

Edgar, however, was not one to be slowed down by any of this. He saw the massive potential of this district, and he would make it his. First he needed to get rid of the garbage. Throwing it somewhere else was a waste. Instead, he punched a few keys on his wrists. Robotic mole tanks wheeled onto the scene, digging the trash into their massive furnace like maws. The trash was vaporized, with the base materials reconfigured to be that of alabaster. Block after block was dropped out the sides as the mole tanks continued to eat up the trash.

Punching a few more keys, Edgar directed his huge construction spiders to the blocks. They crawled quickly, their mechanical legs hissing steam and clanking into position. Two of the spiders take opposite sides of a block, bracing their legs into position. Sinking their bottem fangs into the block, they lifted it high into the air before walking over to a leaning building. Another spider was at the scene, digging the bad material away for the block carrying spiders to settle it into position. Once the block was fitted in, they rushed off to get another to start stacking.

Leaving the spiders to their work, Edgar bent over and picked up a skull. He looked over the white gleam, its insane smile, before punching a different set of keys. A vulture looking droid flapped down to its master and tilted its head to the side. Pointing to the skull, Edgar growled a single command. "Collect..". Squaking, the vulture droid leapt into the air and squaked louder. More vultures appeared circling the district searching for more skulls, skeletons, and anything else dead.

Meanwhile the moles had completed their trash collecting and were now beginning to dig into the ground, making trenches for the next upgrades Edgar had for the district. Punching some more keys, Edgar watched as rhino droid marched in a very large coil. They pulled and steamed, roaring as if the gears were tortured bringing this coil into the district. Some of the spiders diverted their attention to the coil, adjusting it so that it will fit in the trenches the moles were digging. Pushing, pushing, finally the rhinos shoved the coil into the trench, keeping some of it out so to avoid squashing the hardworking moles.

Satisfied that their work was going as scheduled, Edgar made his way over to the once proud skyscrappers. They were smaller now and far more rusted than in there heyday, but he could use this. Use these skyscrappers to be the center to his district. Tapping another set of keys, he watched as his Mechanical Minotaurs raced to the scene. Leaping over the working spiders and rhinos, they stopped before Edgar and bowed to him as was custom. Looking up, one asked, "What be your bidding Master Edgar?"
Edgar pointed to the skyscrappers and growled out his command. "Rebuild....center...make taller....stronger....connected with....coil...to other towers."
The Minotaurs had been equipped with speech translators so that they could understand their masters speech disorder. They spoke in near perfect unison. "We obey master." They rose as one and ran off to the skyscrappers with the intent to rebuild according to their masters wishes.

Edgar paused then and watched proudly as his district began to take form. Rubbing his hands excitingly, he marched off to see where else he could direct his robotic army.

~2 months pass by~

The District of Rustir has been reborned under the watchful eye of Edgar. The skyscrappers have been moved to where four of them form a square making the center of the district. Four more of these shining white towers have also been located northeast, northwest, southwest, and southeast from the four in the center many miles away. They make up the border of the district, with each of them connected by a white wall. The wall has one entrance inbetween each tower, and the tops of the walls are monitored by vulture droids which have been modified with gun turrets on their backs. The walls were white, but they also had a metallic sheen as if other modifications have been made to it.

The inside of the district was a different story. The building escalated from smallest to largest heading from the wall to the central towers. Each had been constructed with white alabaster blocks, with a wave like patterned adorning each block. The road have been repaved, however on the four streets leading from central tower to outside tower there is a telltale line right through the middle of the street. As if it is a door for whatever lies underneath.

The central towers are each connected with four coils completing the square. Electricity surges through the coils into the towers, each with a massive generator located at their bases. The generators then redistribute the power throughout the district before it comes back to the castle located in the center of the Central Tower Square. This is where Edgar makes his home, at the center of all the power and where everything is controlled. With a push of any button in his control room where the throne room would be, any number of things could happen in the district. He has the streets patrolled for any looters using the skeletons he had the vulture droids collect. They recieve an upgrade to where the skeleton had metal bones and a chip in his head that allowed for constant thought and movement. The last upgrade was that their arms were replaced with blades which when spun at maxium velocity they could cut normal humans to shreds.

Edgar looked over his new city one last time before nodding. "My...district.."  

[Konturo]

The moon moved to the center tower and that is when strider threw a portal spell at it yelling, "The Deamons of hell I grant you the ability to come out into the human world! Let us rule it together!" Suddenly a deep red bolt of lightning went from the moon to Rustir. "We must go to the location of the portal, I will see you there." strider said to hex as he stepped into a shadow. He stepped out of a shadow near the center of Rustir. The Portal had opened at the bottom of a church's steps. Satan was the first to walk out of the portal into the human world followed by several Kiersaii, deamons that command his armies.
"Aaaahhhh. It is good to be in the human world again. I trust you are the one who opened the portal?" Satan said to strider.
"Yes, I want to rule the world at your side."
"Last time we met, you did more than try to take over my throne. Why should I trust you?"
"Fine I'll just close that portal and let you die here in the human world."
"Ha ha ha ha, I am a god!"
"Not anymore. Once you walked through that portal you became a human."
"And my deamons?"
"They are mortal too."
"Ah, so we have to fight like you do?"
"Yes, but you do still have magic."
"Ok, I accept your terms. We will rule this world as mortals together."
"I am no mortal. I am now a vampire."
"Whatever, Bring them through." Then legions Deamons began to pour through the portal. They began to build up a wall around Rustir. The entire district became a dark place a place filled with evil.
"This will be fun." Said strider to Hex as he flew into the mansion.  

[ProperGamer]

Please dont be mad at the length, I couldnt help myself. I didnt want to have a SUPER short story where Z used his powers to magically fix the city. So I made this. sweatdrop

Please dont yell crying

- Sunday the 18th. Time 1425 hour -

Z sat infront of his computer screen. Te faint blue of the screen illuminated his face in the dark that engulfed the room around him. The sound a jet engines roared around him. But thy were far from jet engines. There were tens of computer towers all working at maximum capacity. He had them all set to a task, a task that he had under taken a few days ago. He was looking for something, some bit of information that hadnt been seen for decades, maybe even centuries. What waas he looking for? A city, but not just the city. That had been found.

How could you lose a city...

Z said to himself. He had his computers working at full capacity trying to find any information on this city. Each one scouring the internet, every database, hacking every system to try to find the smallest piece of information that might shed an tiny bit of knowledge as to what happened to the city. But it seemed that everything came up the same. Something happened, the people there had done something to break the fabric of their reality and it tore the city apart.

Z stood up. Yes, he stood up. He knew he was going to have to go and see the city for himself. It would be the only way that he could get the information he wished. He wasn't sure why, but he didnt go and speak with Record about this. Then again for someone as absentminded as Z, this wasn't unheard of. Records help would have been invaluable. Having an Astreal being who could go threw walls and fly would be of great help in his search through the broken ruins and skeletons of the skyscrapers.

But, he hadnt thought of it. Instead he had simply motioned to a few guards to follow him. They would help move anything he didnt want to touch or things that he simply felt he wouldnt be able to move without help.

"Uh, Sir? Shouldnt we think about bringing some supplies? I mean, how long are we going to be out there?"

On of the guards asked Z. And in truth Z had no clue how long their search would take. He didnt know what he was looking for, but he knew it was out there. Something that would lead him to the cities heart, to the brain and allow him to reconnect the two.

The guards comment made Z stop and consider it, he knew that the young recruit was right. He nodded but didnt turn around.

You are right. I want all five of you to go and gather up supplies. Jamison, go and get some blasting caps and other demo. Frame Charges and things of that nature. We will need it. Take Peterson to help you carry it all.

Chelsea, take Shanna and Johnson with you to get food, sleeping equipment, and other supplies you see fit. Bring it all to the main Garage, we will be.. 'commandeering' a Jarian Rover.

The five recruits looked at one another. They hadnt planned on that. Stealing a Rover without clearance was a large offense, or it would have been if they weren't helping Z with his project. They had no way of knowing that Z hadnt gotten permission to take a Rover. But they split up into the teams and did as Z had asked. He was going to finish this. The city had remained dead for far to long and it was time that the mystery was solved. Or, at least a piece brought to light.

- Monday the 19th. Time 1500 Hour -

It hadnt taken the Recruits long to get what Z had told them to. And they had packed and stuffed the Rover full. The Large APC easily housed the six passengers and all the supplies that they brought on board. Though they had to sacrifice all of the ammunition that was on board. It made the recruits uneasy, but Z knew better. In the city, there wasnt anything alive except for what might follow them in or might wander in while they were there. But Shanna, Johnson and Jamison all brought their rifles. So they wouldnt be completely helpless in a fight. And they were with Z. He wasnt about to let anything happen to these people. They were his responsibility now. And would be for awhile. The six large 32" wheels bounced alittle, making the APC Rover bob. But they were on target for Rustir.


-Monday the 19th. Time 1850 hour -

It was getting dark about now. And in the City of Rustir it wasnt like the city would be lit by the moon or the street lights. For this night, the six man/woman team was going to stay in the Rover. It was cramped but Z didnt need a bed, and the five recruits all managed and made makeshift beds. It was Shanna's turn to keep watch with the turret on top of the Rover. But she had relaxed alittle. It had been three hours and nothing had made even a peep, save for the occasional debris that fell.

She ducked her head down and looked at Z. He was hunched over and staring at the screens infront of him. She sighed alittle as she looked at Z, she felt sorry for him. They all knew of him as the new recorder and information gatherer. But the rumors that floated around him were not very nice. Alot of the guys thought he was pretty much useless. They all figured that he was going to be Record's lacky and just file away books and papers. Shanna climbed down from the turrets housing and grabbed a blanket. She approched Z from behind but stopped as he spoke out softly.

Im alright...

Z said. Shanna had no way of knowing it then, but Z hadnt acctually spoke. And she wondered how he had heard her. But she put the blanket back and went back to her duty.

- Monday the 26th. Time 1000 hour Week One -

It had been a week so far and still nothing. The recruits were getting impatient with Z. His constant callous nature was stating to rub Jamison and Johnson the wrong way and they were getting noticeably irritated towards Z. But In their time in the city they had covered about six blocks. Not a great start but it was a start. And the Rover helped immensely. It made moving from block to block so much easier.

A loud crash echoed trough the dead building floor as Jamison kicked in a door. He moved with his rifle at the ready but Z just moved past him into the room without waiting for Jamison to clear it. Z looked around, moved to the computer and prayed alittle. He hoped it worked.

Please work...

But to no avail. The power was out to the city. It had been the same at all the other places. With no power Z couldnt do anything. He was getting frustrated to, and the desk infront of him exploded into splinters. He was getting tired and it was starting to take its toll on his mental stability. Shanna walked over to him and put a lightly armored hand on his back.

"Hey, its alright sir, we will just keep looking. Johnson, come on lets get Z out of here."

She said as she helped Z to his feet. They were just about to exit the room when the computer screen flickered alittle. Jamison turned around and saw it.

"Hey guys! The computer screen is coming to life!"

He shouted. He hadnt even finished his sentence, Z came running back into the room and picked up the computer screen. A message flashed briefly.

Where the looking glass touches the sky, and man claims dominance over the unseen.

Z knew the first one. It was easy to figure out. The tallest building in the city. But the second part, where man claims dominance over the unseen. He had no idea what that could mean. But he had half the puzzle. That was good enough for now. He looked at the five recruits and began walking. It would be a long walk back down to the bottom of the building they were in. But it was going to be worth it.


- Tuesday the 27th. 900 hour Week one -

It was the early morning. The team that Z led had parked out in front of the tallest sky scrapper in the city. They set up their camp and walked to the building. Peterson had inspected the door the night before and found that it was locked. And not just a regular lock either. It was a magnetic lock. Powerful magnets held the doors together preventing anything from moving them.

"Well sir, we can use the frame charges and a few blasting caps and blow the frame out around the door. That will make a nice hole for us to use. The only thing is that then anything can follow us."

The past week there had been odd sounds echoing in the city. Something had indeed followed them in from the wastes. So they had been on their guard for the better part of a week. It was getting tiresome to say the least.

Z nodded in agreement. He didnt know much about that sort of thing, but he knew these recruits were trained to do their work to the best of their abilities. It was how the Jarian's trained them. They had to be to keep up with everything that happened in this crazy place they called home.

Alright, do it. Shanna, Chelsea, Johnson and Jamison you all keep watch. I dont want the blast to attract whatever followed us. If it does we need to be ready.

The four he just named off nodded and grabbed the three rifles and Shanna took position in the Rovers Turret. She has a full mag box of fifty Caliber rounds in the gun. About five hundred rounds for the machine gun and four shots with the ten millimeter non-recoil cannon in the center. So they had a good defensive line. But it wouldnt last long in an open fire fight.

Peterson went and placed the ordnance as it was needed with the frame charge in the center. When he finished he ran back to the safety of their camp and looked at his companions. It was one of the moments that they had been waiting for. Z nodded and Peterson depressed the safety button and pulled the detonators trigger. The following blast was defining. It roared and blew the frame around the large doors clean off. The groan of the metal doors reverberated in the city as they tilted and fell over with a thunderous crash.

As the dust settled, and the sounded echoed out into the city, only silence took over. The five recruits relaxed alittle. Z looked around and peered through the dust. He way was open and they were so close. So clsoe they could almost feel the warm showers back at the Jarian base. But Z knew that their work, or his work, was far from over. He would have to decipher this puzzle, find out what it ment and rebuild the city. But he would claim the city for the Jarian's and it would become a place of information.

Shanna and Peterson both walked up the five flight of stairs to the hole in the wall. Their rifles lights on and burned through the dust to the buildings interior. It was an old government building. That much was clear. From the look of everything it used to be a place of business. The counters in their prime would have probably been very clean.

Shanna turned around and waved everyone forward. Z was last up the stairs, his eyes were tired and it was very evident that he was growing weary of this, but even though his body was tired his mind was still thirsting for the knowledge that this city might hold.

"Well, from what the puzzle said, it must be somewhere at the top."

Shanna said, and they all gave a slight groan. It was going to be a hike. Some sixty stories up. And that was only if ALL of the stairs were still in working order. Guessing from the condition of the building, it wouldnt be so easy. Z led the five recruits to the stairwell and opened the door with his mind. Shanna and Jamison led the way with Johnson, Peterson and Chelsea following behind Z.

- Tuesday the 27th. Time 1545 hour Week One -

It had taken hours for the group of six to reach the top twenty stories of the large building. They had to on occasion go to other stairwells and even use elevator shafts to get around. It was all very strenuous, especially when the five recruits had to sometimes pull Z up evelator shafts. He didnt look heavy but dead weight was dead weight.

Z had decided to take a break, more for the young five that accompanied him then anything else. The place they chose to sit and wait was in one of the office areas on the side of the building. From their eleveation of some twenty stories or so their Rover looked like a match box toy car. The wind was becoming some what more bothersome at this altitude too, with less and less buildings to break the wind, it was becoming more dangerous to venture to close to the sides.

As Z looked out over the city and let his feet dangle over the side, contimplating what was to become of the city should he be victorious. He knew what he would do with it. If the Jarian's let him have it. He would use it as a place for information. More so for the Jarian's, because thats who he worked for, but also for all people to get general knowledge. He would restore it to a place for people to live and work. A white matropolis where the Jarian's could have some R&R without fear of having to find some mega weapon that would destroy the fabric of space and time.

Z turned his head and looked at the five people that he had drafted to help him. They were becoming friends. He knew that he had probably changed their lives alittle with this experience. Alot of the gaurds at the Jarian base didnt get to see much action. So he was sure that this was more then any of them had anticipated on seeing. And his toughts wandered from there, going to other topics that would deal with the city, should he be sucessful in his endevor.

- Tuesday the 27th. Time 1730 hour. Week One-

The last twenty levels of the building took the longest. It had fallen into disrepair and was in the worest condition simply because of how high up it was. It was also very cold. Something that they hadnt prepaired for. With the wind blowing unceasingly and unhindered by other buildings, the icy winds cut through the clothes of six person party.

Z was having the hardest time. But he pressed on. They hadnt had a break for the past four hours, and Z wasnt about to let up now. He knew they were close as they reached the fourtith floor.

"God damn, finally!"

Johnson said exasperatedly. Shanna pushed open the door from the stair well and a rush of wind exploded from the door. The wind out side whipped at their faces and the force of it nearly knocked Z over. Catching himself he steadied his balance and motioned for everyone to move on.

Alright, everyone go and see if you can find anything. Look for a conference room, or a CEO's office. Look for anything important.

Z's voice echoed in everyone's mind as they moved. They all did as he asked, moving and splitting up. Chelsea stayed with Z, helping him move about. Only five minuets went by before Peterson shouted over to com to be heard.

"I think I got something here!"

"Whats it look like Peterson?!"

"A computer pannel on a wall in the Directors office! I doesnt apepear to go to anything, must be an acess pannel of some kind! But I cant find anything indicating what might open it!"

Chelsea sighed and told Z what her conversation was about. His head slumped forward alittle. He grudgingly got back to his feet and braed himself on Chelsea's armored slender frame for support.

"Alright, please tell everyone to keep looking, take me to where Peterson was. I want to take a look."

His voice said hoarsly to Chelsea. She was alittle surprised that Z had acctually spoken to her, but she did as he ordered. They walked past Peterson as he joined with Jamison to search an office supply closet. Both of them were talking about what they were going to do when they got back.

When Chelsea opened the door, the wind seemed to intensify. The windows that stretched from floor to ceiling were blown out, and the wind raged unchecked inside the room. The view was amazing. Chelsea walked to the edge and stood in awe at the view that laid out before her. She had never been up this high.

Everything was laid out infront of her. Granted that it wasnt much of a sight to behold based on colors or its beauty. but just the sheer experience of being up as high as she was. It was breath taking.

Z however was much more interested in the access panel. He stood infront of it pondering what might open the lock, the secret pasage that lay behind it. Thats when Jamison's voice rang in Chelsea's ears.

"Hey Chels, I got something here! I think it might help open the panel. Its something carved into a desk. Tell Z the code is 11-27-98-A1-9O! See if that opens the panel or whatever that thing is the lock to! Ill get everyone and head to your location!"

He finished. Chelsea didnt have to respond. She just nodded and walked over to Z, relaying the message to him. As he finished typing the last of the code, Jamison, Peterson, Johnson and Shanna all walked in to see what happened next. As Z hit the last key, the walls began to rumble. The access panel slid back into the wall and it opened up. A slit of light appeared at first and continue dto open slowly.

It was a lab, or a security room of some kind. they all walked in, releaved to be out of the relentless wind. The doors shut behind them with a hiss, hermedically sealing them in the room. Looking around at everything, all the lights were out save for a few backup generators that lit the room. A single skeleton sat in a chair. It had its back to the wall and was looking at the doors. That only raised more questions. But behind the skeleton was another set of doors, to a large elevator.

Come on everyone, we are close now. We have to be.

Z said to everyone. They all walked into the glass elevator. It was nicely decorated, or atleast it must have been in its prime. The cushions on the seats were ratty and covered in dust. Z was growing more curious now, and he poked around for any buttons, and when he found one, the only one he pressed it.

With a rumble the elevator began to decend down, to the depths of the city. An underground bunker. It was about a ten minuet drop down into the bunker, but when the doors slid open and nothing but darkness lay beyond, nothing except darkness and one blue screen.

Z rushed to the computer screen as the five recruits began looking around. There was one skeleton in the room as well. Z carfully moved it aside and pressed a button on the holoscreen. His resoning for pressing that particular one was that it was flashing red. That usualy ment important, or read me, or impending doom of some kind. Either way, Z pressed it and what happened next astounded him.

"Hello, my name is not important. wha tis important is for those of you who are hear this message to know something. This city, was once a glorious city. It was full of life and not the terrible wasteland that you have come to see and know it as.

I know what you are thinking right now. How did this happen? Well, that answer is simple. We didnt understand. Our technology was rapidly changing. It was changing to fast for us to even keep up with. We thought that we had safty meassures in place, but as you can see our knowledge was flawed.

It is my hope that if you are watching this video, you have a gift for knowledge. A thirst for it. Our weaponry was far to advanced, and it destroyed us. If you are here to take the city back, then enter this code as you leave. It will activeate an electrostatic burst outside. It is my last gift to this city thatI have ruined. The burst will purge the air of all radicals. My hope is that it will hopefully clear the air to allow sunlight to come back to the city.

Then, then maybe you, whoever you are, can start rebuilding this city.

Just remember, promise yourself, that you will maintain and watch all weapons out there. That you will do your best to help keep the world in balance."

As the message ended the code remained on screen. Jamison gave a whistle as he looked around. Z began typing and in a flash the buildings remaining power began to be drained. the elevator doors began to move.

"Everyone! Back to the Elevator!"

Shanna yelled over the com. Chelsea grabbed Z and ran, hard on Jamison's heels. Z and Chelsea were the last ones on before it began to ascend back to the top of the building. As they were returned back to the top, the hairs on their body began to stand on end and a faint blue light began to appeare all around them. A few seconds later a loud thump and a blinding blue light engulfed them all, incapacitating them all.

When Z woke up, he didnt feel a cold wind. It was, a warm breeze instead. Jamison, Shanna and the others all stood with their helmets off, looking out at the bright blue sky before them.

"Hey boss, you did it."

Shanna said with a gentle smile.

"I knew we would!"

Johnson joked and Jamison punched him in the shoulder. Z stood up and walked to the edge of the building, sitting down to let his feet hang off the edge as he began to hum a soft tune into the breeze.

"So Z, sir, what do we do now?"

Peterson asked. Z didnt turn around but he laid back. He was actually smiling for once as he spoke.

"We rebuild..."

One year later

The largest building was still under construction, but progress was going smoothly. Z sat in his makeshift office as he looked over some documents. It had been a smooth year since the ressurenction of the city. The buildings had begun to take shape and in the short year that followed, the first twenty blocks around the large building had been completed. Z owed much of the sucess to the Jarian's and other people who had voluntered their help to rebuild the city. He didnt refuse any help as long as they were legitmate in their wish to help. And he could always tell if they were or not.

He kind of missed his five 'friends'. Jamison, Johnson and Peterson all stayed with the Jarian's, deciding to stay with them and stay on as security. But because of their hand in the resurection, they all received comendations and a nice raise with the comendation from Z.

Shanna stayed with Z. She had grown fond of him, still feeling sorry and somewhat ashamed that she had made fun of him when she didnt know him at all. She looked out for him and helped him with whatever he needed.

Z had offered Chelsea a job to help rebuild the city. She accepted it and pormptly established the security force there. With the help of Chelsea and Shanna, Z knew that the city was going to grow into the white metropolis of information he had invisioned. The building that he was going to use as his office and center of operations was going to be the large one of course. He was going to name it, The Shard, simply because when it was finished it was going to be the biggest building in the city.

Z kenw it would take many more years and the construction would never be truely finished. But he would keep on moving forward into the bright tomorrow. And who knows, with the help of the Jarian's, maybe oneday the whole world would be a shinning utopia.

Z could only hope that it woul dhappen in his life time.

 

[subibi]

Big Zero Thudded To The Ground With A Humongous Backpack-Like Container On His Back, And Zero Backflipped Out Of The Cockpit With Surprising Ease. Zero Crossed His Arms And Gazed At The Huge Ruined District With A Wide Grin Spread Across His Face. Zero's Plans Were To Turn The Ruined District Into A High-Tech Area Filled With Gleaming Metal Buildings Along With A Huge Tower That Rose Above All Others, With Several Large Rings Around The Top.
Zero Also Hoped It Would Have A 0% Crime Rate, And This Hope Was Backed With A Law That Every Single Person That Passed Through The Gates Needed Identification To Check If They Had A Criminal Record. Big Zero Lowered His Backpack And Placed It Carefully On The Ground.

"Alright, We've Got All The Parts We Need For The Buildings. Take Out The Blueprints And Then We Can Get Started."

Zero Pulled Out A Rather Large Folded Blueprint And Unravelled It To Reveal The Plans For The Huge Tower In The Centre Of The District.

"Alright, Pick Your Bag Up And We'll Go To The Building Site Of The Tower. You'll Work On The Tower While I Work On The Other Buildings, And Don't Moan Because You Think You've Got The Most Work To Do When I Have To Fix Up Tons Of Skyscrapers".

And With That, Big Zero And Zero Set Off To Work On The Ruined City For 2 Weeks With No Resting...

Two Weeks Later, 12:56pm.

" *panting* We've...Done It...Finally...I Can Listen To...Harder Better Faster Stronger..."

It Was Midnight. The Two Weeks Seemed More Like Millennia, And Surprisingly Zero Turned On His MP3 Player And Started Freerunning Around The Revived City As If He Had Rebuilt An Entire City In Two Minutes.

"Im Just Glad I Only Had To Build One Tower, But When I Found Out It Was Going To Be 700 Metres Tall It Was A Different Story. I-I Think We Should Go Back To Our Mansion Now."
"Best Idea Ever."
And Then Big Zero Soared Through The Air With Zero In The Cockpit.
The Plans For The Area Were To Make It A Huge Entertainment District Filled With Theme Parks And Museums. It Was Obvious Rustir Was Going To Be A Lot More Lively.

((I Doubt Im Gonna Win, But Im Not Saying I Dont Want To Win))  

[Rubieus]

~Present Day: 02:25 Early Morning ~

His first steps upon entering this complaisant world were ironic, dust swirled around his feet and the air around him begged to choke the last breath from his lungs. He lowered his gaze, letting the hot dry air brush through his crimson locks. This place had a history, a story long forgotten, except by few. Some of those who still remembered were the reason why he was here now. Rustir, home of Babel, or rather, one of them. Stepping further, he was careful not to leave too many clues of his presence. The first of them would be the void energy licking across his body, searching for a morsel, but no magic had touched this place in months, and what was left had been absorbed in a futile attempt to bring back what it had once been. A city of life, of fortune, of sin.

~Undated Time-line Approx: 1,000 years ago~

The stars were dull compared to the flashing lights, bright neon curtains unfurled revealing ads and messages that lured everyone and anyone to try something new, something exotic, something...deadly.

A single drunk stumbles and catches his fall by grabbing the arm of a passerby. The drunk apologizes but his words are slurred. The stranger claps him upon the head, a gash forms and blood erupts from his skull. the drunk falls and his family flashes before his eyes. He was suppose to go out for some milk and now he lies dieing. This story is too common, tourists and residents alike fall prey to the city's call, like a siren singing to sea-weary sailors. The fall, one by one into her ever churning sea.

The night would be like any other night, except for the opening ceremony of their biggest attraction.

"See it with your own eyes! Come and be apart of it all!"

The PR gentleman calls out over microphone, his allies pass out fliers depicting a single awe-inspiring image. A tower, standing taller then the highest cloud, multiple windows etched along it's surface. The back of the flier promises the reader a fantastic experience. For the first time ever, be one of the lucky few who gets to visit Heaven and talk to God, face to face.

Souvenir stands already selling out of Angel figurines and miniature scaled replicas. Crowds are calling for blood as they clamor to buy knock off versions from seedy dealers, anyone who couldn't afford the ticket offered their homes and children for the chance to become apart of history. Little did they know, how lucky they really were.

As the massive elevator doors open allowing the first hundred to comfortably sit and relax while the cute tour guide begins her pre-written speech, clouds begin to form. Thunder and lightning clash warning of a massive storm that would ruined today's events. The crowd roars back defiantly they will not miss their chance and a little rain never hurt anyone.

Slowly the doors close and the gears inside of Babylon begin to turn, lightning strikes again and the power circuits are fried. Customers begin to complain, but the tour guide assures them things will be fine, and she is right as the back up generators kick in and the elevator begins moving up.

That night, as those who witnessed it and are still able to tell the story. God did not appear before them, nor did any of them ever get to see the first gates of Heaven. They did however get to see a single Archangel, at least, for a single moment before he plummeted down into the tower itself with his two massive swords in front of him.

Fire arced off one while lightning coursed through the other. Both swords of divinity consumed the inside of that tower and fried everyone inside of it. The tower was obliterated from top to bottom. The Archangel left no trace of its existence. The crowds watched, stunned in awe, what had decades to create had vanished before them in an instant. First, disbelief washed over them, an illusion perhaps, then fear of the worst and what astounded the Archangel next, anger. For God surely had something to do with this, God, whom they believed in and wanted nothing more then to see him and speak with their loved ones long passed, had just destroyed their only bridge, how arrogant of him? How dare he?

They began to pick up anything they could find, armies were roused up in moments and so facing almost a million angry tourists, residents, militia and army personnel. The Archangel wept inside as he raised his swords again, summoning what would be the mystery behind Rustir's downfall.

Fire and lightning rained down from the Heavens, they dropped their weapons and ran, but none could escape his reach and so all of Rustir fell, buildings, people, animals and even plants. All perished in that single defiant moment when mortals believe themselves equals of God.

~Present Day: 2:57 Early Morning~

He had made a small base of operations, a bit of charred wood set against a fragile wall of rubble, his travel blanket stretched across both as a temporary shield against the wind. He would need help, if he was to ever find what he was looking for. Leaving most of his possessions behind, he began to walk towards the center of the city, knowing he would find the man who could help. Leaving behind him a trail of void energy and a hint of angelic power in every footprint.

~Bang!~ ~Bang!~

He waited until the door creaked open every so slightly

“Mr. X?”

The door slammed shut.

He sighed and shook his head, he did not have time for this.

~Bang! Ba..~

The door swung open and standing before him was a rather peculiar looking fellow, his almond shaped eyes filled with olive and pitch. His body so brittle and thin that it seemed a feather would break his back.

“This way, this way.”

The intruder stepped I and shut the door behind him, he didn't bother to see if anyone was following him.

“You don't look like the man I spoke to before.”

The old man pointed down a long hallway and then crawled back into his bed.
Peering down the unlit path, he only knew of it's barriers because of the light trickling at its end.
He stepped into the darkness and walked passed it with no regard for his own safety and no fear of what could be hiding in the darkness.

“Rubieus? Thank you for coming, I am sorry about the secrecy but as you can already guess, the citizen's of Byako don't really like ah how should I say this, outside, interference. That is to say, after your work is done, you won't be staying, I understand that was part of the deal yes?”

He said nothing as the stranger before he spoke.

“Where is Mr. X and who are you?”

The gentleman seated himself at a table and welcomed the red haired man whom he had called Rubieus to sit with him.

“I am Claude, an associate of Mr X. He wanted to be here but of course, with this special request, it would be very bad for his reputation to, speak with someone of your.. nature.”

Rubieus stared blankly ahead.

“Ah please forgive me, it's just well you know, you're a demon and that's something to be cautious off.”

He said nothing.

“But, I was told you are a man of your word, so please do sit and let's just talk about the business at hand.”

Rubieus listened quietly as the man known as Claude spoke, they wanted to restore Rustir to its previous glory, everything from the beautiful and glamorous nightlife to the live entertainment and decadent performers on every corner.

Still he spoke of nothing except for a moment to muse over specifics.

“ Mr. X is willing to give you all the resources you need and the hired help as well, but none of it will matter if we can't get a guarantee that the city won't be turned to dust the next time someone offends a deity or two.”

Rubieus felt his tail twitch, this Claude knew of the story, which means he was wiser or older then he looked. Probably a very educated mortal, still, he would be cautious of how be walked from now on.

“Remind me again, what I am getting out of this?”

Claude brushed his dark curls back, the shades of gray that framed his hair gave him a regal look, Rubieus detected something else, Mr. X was after all a very rich mortal, someone who could buy things, very special things.

“Why you will be ruler of it all. You will of course give dues to Mr. X and allow him to set up any businesses he so sees fit to place within the boundaries of Rustir and this should go without saying, within your protection.”
Rubieus nodded

“I am to be given the sole right to every woman before they are put into service, as well as anything else I so desire.”

Claude nodded hastily, Rubieus didn't like that.

“Yes, yes of course. You will be ruler of everything within your lands, your wish is our command.”

Rubieus felt a smile creep up on his face, Claude shivered visibly.

“We have your word then?”

Rubieus stood and held his hand out, Claude reached out too, feeling good about making a deal with the devil, demon in this case.

“Alright then, Mr. X will want to know how long it will take.”

Rubieus thought for a moment and replied

“Should be a year, he can start moving his … businesses in then.”

“A year then, we will meet back here for further instructions then.”

~A week from now, Noonday~

Rubieus had secret plans on what would happen to this place, plans given to him by his leaders. A plan they hoped would come to fruition, perhaps not now. But time wasn't really an issue for immortals.

Thousands of workers came from all over the world, with promises for a better life and a better future, they came to Rubi's call.
The first step for both plans was the removal of everything from rubbish to bodies. The workers were content in tossing the bones of the dead into piles for destruction but Rubieus had another plan. He made them clear out the center of the city first, every piece of garbage, rubble and wood was taken away, leaving nothing but barren soil. He ordered the men to take wood and blade and construct a massive garden, with orchards on all sides of it to keep strong winds from damaging the floral. Within that garden, the bodies were buried, underneath the seeds of flowers that would eventually bloom. He ordered a plaque made to be placed under a throne, carved of marble placed into the center of the garden. The plaque read “May the souls of those who have perished here, find peace and solace within the forgiving arms of God”

The rest of the city was done up this way as well, every hundred miles another garden/cemetery was erected with identical throne statues an a plaque for those that died. With the gardens planted and watered, Rubieus began work on his next part. He needed to consecrate everything, without the ritual, without the forgiveness from God, nothing would grow or remain stable again. With a year on his side, he began to work feverishly to complete his plan before his mysterious investor became aware of his changed plans.

~Three Months Later~

Sounds of construction had awakened many a person who lived just outside of Rustir's boundaries. Several times, Rubieus had spotted not just children but adults of all ages standing and watching, cheering on the workers as they sweated and heaved, making what had once been a desolate place into a livable and wonderful city full of lush greenery and bountiful wildlife. The gardens had begun to attract birds and as streets began to etch out onto the ground, so did the trees that accompanied them.

Even several homes began to erect upon properties that had been long since used. At the end of the third month, Rubieus could see vast improvements. The city was still unlivable, at least without power going to it and no way to gain income since the main parts of the city had not been built yet. He knew the next six months would be grueling but, worth it in the end.

~Six Months Later~

Rubieus sat down with the construction boss, they had spoken many times before, Rubi had hired him for his skills and his desire to see Rustir as a habitable and beautiful place to live. Something else Rubieus had planned was that the workers who helped him with this project would be given homes for which to raise their families in. He knew with this enticement, the men would work harder and be loyal to his cause, and so he was right to trust in them.

“What's on your mind Sam?”

When he spoke to Sam or anyone else for that matter, his angelic roots seemed to come through, making it easier for him to communicate, this was not something he did for everyone, including Claude and Mr. X.

“I am really starting to see this dream of yours is all, I told my wife that we would be moving soon and to get our things ready. But, I want to hear it from you. Do you think we will be done in three months?”

Rubieus shook his head

“No Sam, we will have it done in two.”

The boss smiled and patted Rubieus on the knee, he had never felt happier working for someone he had never met before.

~One Month Later~

Everything was complete, from the beautiful homes that encompassed the main part of the city, to the modest yet serene landscape of the central areas. Vehicles were barred from the central port, making it impossible for smog or unhealthy toxins to infect the once barren land. Now it had become a hub for commerce, the construction workers had invited other family members and friends to move into open houses, and those without homes were given apartments in the city to live in while they worked for the city council, duties such as cleaning up litter and taking care of the newly found city. It gave them and others a purpose, and that was his goal, instead of creating a pit of lust and greed, Rubieus had turned Rustir, into a city which catered to servicemen, giving them a sense of purpose outside of warfare, giving men and woman who had worked their entire lives doing something that had now been considered inferior due to new age technologies, something to live for, something to teach their children and their children in turn. In the case that one day, the rest of Byako fails prey to their own devices. At least then those who are lost and without a home, can find a place which had once fallen and had overcome, with the help of friends and faith. The could come without fear of degradation or persecution. They, like those before them, would live peacefully and without despair in Ritannia, The city of Forgiveness

~The Month After~

Rubieus waited in the shadows of the house which belonged to the old man, who now lives safely behind the large rock walls which guard Britannia from invasion. He waited silently as the man known as Claude and his charge Mr. X stepped out of the carriage. He could smell the stink of sorrow on their clothe and his blood boiled.

Death found two more souls to drag into Hell that night as Rubieus finished the last of his orders. He was after all the Archangel of Vengeance, and payment their payment was due.

Rubieus looked back on the city he had rebuilt, he smiled softly and spread his wings, the cool air blew passed him and he vanished with it. Mission Complete.  

[Frostborne_PrettyGirl]

~~A Number of Years Before Entering Byako~~

It was a nice day, for the semi-industrialized city of Rustir. The sun was shining and birds were singing. A silent breeze flitted through the air, causing the trees and flowers to sway delicately. There were children laughing and playing with each other in the park, while their parents sat on the benches talking with each other. None of them were prepared for what was coming, nor did they know that impending doom was on its way.

The sky darkened and ash filled the air. The winds became violent and began lifting objects and hurling them. A bright, flaming light filled the sky as a meteor came hurtling towards them. It was the largest meteor any of them had ever seen before. The parents chased after their children, trying to flee as quickly as they could, but it was hopeless. It was too late now. The meteor impacted in the park, killing all instantly. The resulting shock of the impact caused massive earthquakes to ravage the little city of Rustir. The buildings shook and swayed violently. Glass shattered as buildings began to crumble and cave in, burying anyone unlucky enough to be caught within them.

After several hours, the quaking stopped and all was silent. Not even the wind blew through the dead city. Nothing stirred amongst the wreckage.

~~The Present~~

Esteban walked silently into the wreckage of a city once known as Rustir. The buildings were all ravaged, both by time, and the events of the past. It was by chance that he found this part of Byako, and it had intrigued him since he first stumbled onto it.
"How is it, Rogi, that nothing lives here," he asked as his faithful servant, Rogi, followed behind him. The faithful servant did not answer but instead followed after his master in silence. The buildings, although ravaged by whatever happened in the past, showed no signs of weathering or decay. It was as if time itself had stopped within the city. Building after building, house after house., all were the same. Untouched by the elements. The only was that of ash left from fires long burnt out. It wasn't till Esteban reached the the outskirts of the small city, where a park once stood, that he felt he understood what happened.
"Do you feel that," Esteban asked to his faithful servant as he came to a stop next to a stump of a tree.
"Ayep," the large, plump servant responded.
"This is a power I've felt only once or twice before."
Esteban began walking forward once more, turning this way and that as he followed the energy signature of the magical presence he felt. After a few moments, he looked up, noticed the large meteor imbedded in the surface of the ground, and then ran forward. After a few meters, both he and Rogi were at the edge of the meteor, and Esteban was inhaling deeply.
"The source of the power is beneath this meteor. Rogi, please remove it."
"Ayep," was all the servant said as he stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves. He traced runic sequences in the air in front of him and touched various runes on his arms. It was several minutes of this work before he finally reached out and touched the meteor. With a grunt, he gripped the meteor tightly and began lifting it. It didn't move much at first, but slowly the meteor itself began glowing in a faint blue and began rising out of its crater with ease. After close to a half hour, Rogi had successfully lifted the meteor from its crater and held it above his head.
"Well done servant," was all Esteban said as he hopped down into the crater and bent down over a small, glowing necklace. Lifting it gently, he held it in his hands and began climbing his way out of the crater. Once out, he stood next to Rogi and began examining the peculiar piece of jewelry. "This is very, very old," he commented. "Quite possibly older than I am. This is Ancient Magic. Magic that was lost to the world. This has been holding this area in a time lock, but it is almost gone and spent. Esteban watched as the faint glow flickered and expired, leaving stone of the necklace to crumble into dust, but as the dust fell to the ground, it was picked up by a breeze that had finally been given breath. "Rogi, dispose of the rock."
"Ayep," grunted Rogi as he hurled the meteor back into space.
"Now that the time flow has been restored, this area should once again thrive. With a little work, we can make this place the center of my organization, the Black Sun. The Necropolis is not fit to house all of the businesses and people of my organization. We have a lot of work to do, so let's get started."

With a snap of his fingers, the corpses of the dead in the small city began clinking and groaning as they received life once more, and slowly the old inhabitants of the city, though dead, had once more gathered before Esteban.

"My friends," Esteban began. "You all have been given the ability to once more walk this earth and live as the great Undead. Henceforth, you shall rally to me, Esteban, Lord of the Undead and Master of Demons, Head of the Black Sun Organization, and together, we will take this land as our own. Come my brothers, let us rebuild your city."

Cheers erupted from the gathering and the people set to work. Rogi, using his runic magic aided greatly in the reconstruction. Esteban, snapping his fingers again, summoned forth demons of every kind from the land of the Nether, to aid in the reconstruction.

~~A Few Months Later~~

"My people," Esteban began, "you have worked hard and toiled much, and now your work is complete. The great city of Rustir is reborn, and the Black Sun Organization will rule it for all eternity."

Cheers erupted from the large crowd that surrounded the office that had been erected in the center of the city. This was the Main Office of the Black Sun Organization. It was the tallest building in the city, measuring up to five stories high, with several basement levels below ground. A street ran around the office and split off the city into three districts. The main entrance to the city was met with the Housing District. Either side of the main road was met with rows of houses and complexes for living. To the left of the Main Office was the Art District. Here, there were museums, a performance hall, a theater, and a tavern. To the right of the Main Office was the Business District. This is where all of the businesses that make up the Black Sun Organization are located and run. The street that runs through the Business District turns into a dirt road that leads to the mansion in the Little Necropolis, where Esteban and his servant Rogi live.

New trees had be planted and grass had been laid all throughout the city. The wind blew more frequently now, and the sounds of life became abundant as birds and other creatures made their way into the city. One would think this place a haunted wasteland because of its residents, but things were quite the opposite.

And so the Black Sun Organization came into existence, faithfully serving the people of Byako.  

[blue-alien]

((I'm pretty hesitant on submitting my story, considering on how long it is. But I'll do it anyways. the criteria on the epilogue while the story's on the chapters.))



Rustir; The dawn of the light user: Chapter 1 -The land of Rustir-

The City of Rustir --A district that's proclaimed dead over the years.-- It was once a thriving District where children frolic and the adults didn't worry about what's in store for the district as they kick off their boots and relaxed into the warm rays of the sun. That is. . . Until a huge war broke out. Lines were made and crossed as they opened fire upon their own kind, some people didn't care about who is right or wrong so they tend to ignore it. Others fought back as they were pushed to the sidelines --As resistance members-- and killed on the spot. Soon enough this war lasted for so long that women and children became invoved as well -- out of their own free will.-- So the mindless blood shed resumed. . .

six months had passed and the war still continues on. nearly 80% of the population was killed off. The women and children we're killed off first, so only the males were left fighting. Three months passed and people lost their grip on humanitiy. They became savages and in an attempt to end the nine month war, they grabbed all of their explosives, and bathed the city in a sea of fire. Many buildings were engulfed by the flames, and so have the people, In a five hour-time span. . .

The city became a ghost town --No life remained on the city, not even the insects survived.-- There have been plans to revive the city and many people want to restore the city back to it's former glory. However. . . A robotic beast they call a Sentinel wanders around the dead city -- finding any intruders that dare to cross his territory, and killing them on-sight.-- Since then no one dared to set foot into the city of the dead.
That is, , , Until an unlucky world traveler was forced in to Rustir; after fighting for his future. . .

Chapter 2: Enter Czar

--the Central fountain of Rustir Night time--

Deep within the decaying Ruins of Rustir, a century old fountain that was the landmark of the once proud district of Rustir --The city that has been dead eversince the end of the long war.-- The skies were dark gray and the smell of smoke and smog was drifting slowly through the stagent air. The city hasn't been disturbed for over three years. . .
A white Comet pierced through the dark grey clouds -- giving rustir a small glimsp of light before the clouds sealed the light once again-- as it crashed in the center --leaving out a small crater as it impaced the ground.-- Among the center of the small crater was a young blond haired boy at the age of 13. Once he landed he steadily opened his eyes --seeing the dark gray clouds overlooking the district.-- ". . . Where. . . Am I?" the young boy quietly spoke as he steadily got up and stretching. *For what I know by the looks of it. this isn't Guardia, but the future. . . So is it really true? the future can't be changed and we're doomed to live our lives in turmoil until my world completely dies off?* he thought as he climbed out of the crater.

Once he got out, he took a deep breath of the air, he didn't know that the air contained smoke and smog, so when he exhaled he coughed alot before resorting to other measures. So he went back into the crater and dug around for his things. Out of the crater he was able to reclaim his sword and shield, his pack filled with emergancy suplies and different inventions, and his trusty blue button. He dug around his pack and found his air filter as he stuck it on his nose so he can breathe clean air again. Now climbing up from the hole he looked around and after a few seconds, he was shocked *No. . . don't tell me. . . Please, This isn't my future!" the young boy walked around the dead city -- seeing decayed buildings, ready to crumble. The skeleton remains of a human that still looks fresh, the puddles of Motor oil, released after the distruction of a vehicle, and the many guns lying around; charred and half melted.-- *Guns. . . Dead bodies, Motor Oil. . . This isn't my future, it can't be!* the young boy head towards the center fountain in a rush to see if water's still running.

"Water. . . Thank goodness That didn't get polluted. If there's water then. . . There's bound to be survivors!" he said quietly. "If anyone is around here, Listen to me. My name Is Czar, Czar Inorokashi Kaze, If there are any survivors around here please come find me and with your combined ranks we can restore what's left of this world!" he yelled out in hope of life. However he didn't get a reply. . .

What he got was a blood curling roar that even made his blond hair stood up. Some how he knew in his mind. . . He awakened the darkness that plauged this land, and it's approaching him at a blindly fast rate.

Chapter 3 -The sentinel and the girl-

"Whose there?!" Czar drew out his sword in self-defense, he heard another roar and heard something charging up. That's when he heard a voice --echoing somewhere.-- "Look out and don't be distracted by the roar! Run to the right and Roll!" Czar wanted to tell the voice he/she was crazy, but he followed orders and did what the voice told him. what he didn't expect was a beam on concetrated was shot from the shadows and he was standing in the line of fire. "Well don't just stand there, Follow what I'm saying: Run! you don't stand a chance against the sentinel!"

*A sentinel, is that what the voice calls it? No matter, for now I must listen to this voice in order to survive* Czar sheathe his sword and finding out where the the beam came from he moved towards the east and began to run. While running he decided that in order to lose his persuer he tried many things, some of which including a little parkour, "It's coming up from above, Duck!" The voice rang out again.

*Just who is that person? after I'm finished with this sentinel I must find this person* Up on the rooftops Czar jumped back down to the ground and rolled on the floor to absorb the fall and landed in a prone posistion. Sonn enough he heard the same screech and a strong breeze almost blew him away, but he hang on. Then looking up he Noticed the true identity of the Sentinel: A robotic dragon that looks almost a real dragon with a jet black finish and blue Robotic eyes. Once the Sentinel sees his prey he began to dive towards his target and opening it's claws as if the Sentinel is getting ready to hunt his prey.

"What are you doing?! Stay away from the sentinel if you value your life! You can't beat it in a fight!" The Voice rang out.

"Well If I can't beat it in a fight, I'm going to die trying! I won't run anymore. . ." Czar faced the Sentinel --seeing it diving towards him in a blindly fast rate-- as he drew his sword once more, as if he's going to fight the beast. Once he got close he side-stepped --barely dodging the dive right before he used his sword to slash right through the sentinel --damaging the left wing.-- Being an intelligent model the Sentinel reteated to the west, Soon enough he'll come for Czar again. this time. . . the Sentinel won't falter killing him.

". . . That was, amazing! No one would ever dare face the sentinel, and in close range combat as well." Out from the ruins close to Czar's location, A 17 year old red haired girl with binoculars, and a Megaphone, appeared along with A 10 year old girl with white hair and a cyan bracelet with wierd markings. "I say. . . You're something else. My name's Molly Zuichi, and this is my younger sibling: Luna." She introduced themselve while Luna hid behind Molly. "Um. . . Sorry about that; Luna's extremely shy when it comes to meeting new people."

"Eh, don't worry that happens to the best of us. My name's Czar; Czar Kaze." Czar replied. *Finally. . . Civilization. Maybe they can help me figure out what's going on here.* he thought before asking her another question. "Um. . . Let me ask you this; are you citizens of Guardia?" Czar asked them. However he didn't get the response he wanted to hear.

"Guarida? I'm sorry but this isn't Guardia. This is Rustir; the dead city in Byako, Cty of Everything." She replied.

"Wait. . . Byako? you mean, this isn't Guardia? But more importantly, a city that is light years away from Guardia?" Czar asked her. All she did was nod and soon Czar began to feel light-headed. soon enough he heard a thud and he was knocked out.

Chapter 4: Calm before the storm; Entering the sentinel's den.

-Apartment Complex [Molly's house]

*Okay. . . So I know this isn't my future, thank goodness. . . But that raises another question; how or why did I end up here? I wonder how's everyone doing. . . Alex, Rita, Mom, Dad, I hope you guys aren't worried about me. . . Oh look light,* Czar saw the light as he slowly opened his eyes; seeing a flash light over his head. "Where. . . What happened?"

"Oh good, your awake. You know it's dangerous to faint in the middle of the street like that, especially when there's the sentinel around here." molly told her; holding a bottled water and handing it to Czar. "here drink up, you're going to need all the fluids you need." Molly told him.

"Um. . . thanks." Czar grabbed the water bottle and unscrewed it. He took a gaze around the room. The room was a bedroom with two beds, a doll of a dragon, a broken computer with the monitor cracked open, provisions at the side, weapons on the bed, and technonolgy at the computer desk. A window was slightly open; the gray overcast still covers the city. The view is blocked by another building on the second floor; Confirming that they’re in a building on the second floorThen looking at Molly he asked her: "So what happened here? Why is this city in complete turmoil? I mean. . . This city looks like its an aftermath of a civil war."

"To tell you the truth. . . Yeah, this is the results of a civil war. You see. . . What happened here, was an unnecessary act of war. This city used to be a peaceful city, where people lived and thrived, and history was created. However. . . this city became a target for a coups d'état. Soon enough war broke off in the once peaceful city. It got up to the point where they kidnap people; even young children, and force them to join their ranks. My younger sister was one of their child soldiers. When we rescued her we found her with this weird bracelet that we tried to remove. Anyways, the war lasted for 6 months . . . from there, people became crazy, and they ended everything by bathing this once proud city in flames. Five hours, that’s how long it had to take before this city became a life-less wreck that it is now. How did we survive? We were taken to the resistance base underground –away from the fires.—however, that didn’t stop the sentinel from attacking the underground base –killing everyone in sight, sparing us however. When we came up, we looked at the aftermath of the war. We wandered for weeks; finding food, drink, and shelter, while under the watchful eye of the sentinel. We saw many people in an attempt to fix the city, however. . . The sentinel was the predator and killed them. We hid and watch the murders took place. Sure they brought Guns, Grenades, and heavy armored vehicles. But it wasn’t enough, as it showed no weakness when it comes to fire power. However from what I learned right now, the sentinel has a weakness: Close-Combat. We could go to its nest in the west district and take it out. . . But going there is suicide itself since the sentinel. I want this Sentinel to die, for the sake that we don’t have to live like this anymore. . . “Molly was at the verge of tears –her eyes sparkling of bitter memories.” Czar stared at Molly, and Luna who backed away in fear. Czar stood up and grabbed his sword and tied the sash around his waist. Czar placed his sword on his lower back behind him, and his shield on his right hand as he stood up. “Maybe. . . But I’m here. We could end this right now. I’m going to the west district and stopping this madness once and for all. . .” Czar announced –finishing his water bottle.—

“Wait, are you mad!? This is the sentinel we’re talking about!” Molly shook her head –Czar could see the tears coming off from the sides.—“This is suicide! You can’t face the sentinel; he’s too tough for you to fight! It’s bad enough you just came here with no reason why you came here or you’re not part of the Byako restoration Committee. But rushing into battle with only armed with a sword and clothes?! Listen, we’ll do the fighting, get out of here while you can; you don’t want to end up as us, heart-broken, torn. . . Tired. . .” Molly continued on while Czar gathered up supplies and such.

“Even though I just came here recently. . . I still believe that this city can change, for the better. It’s like my friend told me: ‘When there’s hope, there’s life.’ Even to this day, I still hold on to this belief. Right now, people still hope that this city can change for the better, and I’m part of them. I believe that this city used to be a great one; alive and wonderful, now I want to see this city revived to its rightful glory. That’s why I’m going.” Czar adjusted his extra armor, weapons, and items as he dug around for anything that can take him towards the west district quickly.

“You still believe that this city can change,” Molly wiped her tears away before facing Czar. “I never saw anyone with that dedication, will power, and hope. You’re a fool, but a brave one. . . We’re going with you; me and Luna.” Molly dug around the weapons and technology pile as she pulled out a spinner and a vehicle key. “We’ll be taking my bike; it’s faster that way.” Molly told Czar; descending down the stairs. Luna followed Molly and Czar followed her; ending up in a damp room with flickering lights. Molly moved close to the lights and turned on the other lights of the room; revealing a Motorcycle –the Japanese brands-- with two separate seats on the side. Czar and Luna boarded the sides while Molly entered the main seat. Once entering the key into its slot the Motorcycle began to initiate a little engine noise as a large door opened up for them.

“Hang on tight guys; from here on out the road’s going to get bumpy!” Then revving up the motorcycle they exited the apartment complex and began to head towards the west district. While on their many adventures to the west district, they made new friends, lost them in the cross-fire, got to know each other better, while they got on each other’s nerves, but amidst in all that fighting, a special bond began to grow on them both as they began to focus less on the mission, but more on each other. However it wasn’t until long when they finally reached the west district, where. . . The sentinel lives. Once arriving at their destination they stopped close to the tower, where their greatest battle, will begin.

Chapter 5: Facing the darkness; the Sentinel’s final stand.

-The sentinel's tower A month later --

“So this is the west district. . .” Czar murmured; seeing the tower of junk that over looked the entire city with an omnificent feel “Is that. . . where the sentinel lives, on that huge tower?” Czar asked. “No duh, captain obvious,” Molly joked around; laughing a little. “this is where the sentinel goes when it’s injured, it gathers up any type of metal it can get and he augments it into his system; making him stronger in the process. I’d say we’re in a tough battle. But I’m not afraid. Not when we have you around Czar.” She looked at the boy with a slight blush.

“Heh, Thanks Molly,” Czar said to her; blushing as well. “Well Luna, Soon enough, once we deal with the Sentinel you can experience life as a young kid with no worries what so ever.” He said; patting her on the head. “And soon, we’ll experience the rebirth of this grand city.” Czar got off the bike and soon enough he began to walk towards the entrance of the tower, Molly and Luna followed him as they ended up around the tower; looking for any signs of the Sentinel. Then, all of a sudden the trio heard a screech as they looked behind them. The Sentinel’s back, and this time he upgraded; its whole body was bigger, the talons of the sentinel was larger and shaper, and its wing span increased as well. They reacted too late and Molly was grabbed into the sentinel’s talons. All Czar and Luna could see was the Sentinel; Grabbing on to Molly, and flying to the highest point in the tower.

“Molly!!!” Czar called out to her. “Damn it. . . How can we save her now?” Luna tugged Czar’s upper clothing as he faced her; kneeling down. “Yes Luna, what is it?” Czar asked her. Looking at Luna trekking back to the bike, his curiosity grew as well; through this whole trip Luna didn’t say anything nor did anything and seeing her doing something really got his attention. Czar followed Luna back and they ended up back at Molly’s bike, where Luna began to show the machine her bracelet, the machine began to shift into something: a Bike, but with wings, jets on the back of the bike, and a Machine gun turret. “No way, Luna can you pilot this contraption?” Czar asked her. She nodded as she grabbed Molly’s Goggles from the bike seat and sets it on her eyes and Czar sat on the side seat with the machine gun turret. “Alright, we’re flying up, I’ll distract the Sentinel once we land, you get Molly and we’ll take care of this problem in the skies.” They both nodded as Luna revved up the motorcycle; Molly left the key in the ignition. *A few years younger then Molly and the girl can pilot this thing. How is that possible?* Czar thought –looking at her with wonder—then looking up at the tower, they saw a faint outline of a Dragon and a young girl

“Please sentinel, why are you doing this you monster?!” Molly yelled out –looking at the sentinel who’s bigger then her by a large amount. -- “Why are you attacking the city, we’re trying to restore the city to its rightful glory, and you don’t even care!” She yelled out to the Sentinel in a pitiful attempt that the being can understand her. Then the Sentinel began to walk towards Molly and picked her up; using the hands he recently upgraded and installed into his systems. Molly tried to struggle in an attempt to break free, she stopped and looked at what she got herself into; The Sentinel looked at Molly and opened his mouth; as if he’s going to consumer her. “Wait. . . No!!! Stop this! Let me go! I don’t want to become part of your systems!” Molly began to cry as her will power began to fade away and her hopes of being saved, becoming dust in the wind. However Molly heard Machine gun rounds being fired away at the sentinel as he began to grunt in pain; causing Molly to break free of the Sentinel’s Grasp and away from the being. “Hold it!” Czar landed on the tower could vaguely see the sentinel moving towards Czar at a fast rate. Dodging its approach Czar unsheathed his sword and began to dash towards the Sentinel as well. Their attacks cross paths as they began to slash each other, noises of metal striking each other began to fill the area, while the noise of an engine running was faintly heard as well. While they’re fighting Molly was able to escape the battle and boarded her bike, Molly saw Luna piloting the bike so she got on the side seat while they battled. Molly manned the Machine gun turret and began to fire away at the Sentinel while carefully watching out for Czar. Once he caught wind of Molly boarding the bike, Czar jumped over the sentinel’s head and began to run towards the bike. Seeing that there’s no other choice he jumped out of the tower while the sentinel followed him. The fall was 340 ft and Czar was free-falling while the Sentinel followed him with his mouth opened; as if the sentinel’s going to consume him as well. However what the Sentinel didn’t expect was Czar latching on to the bike at the last minute; causing the sentinel to fall face first to the floor. However the Sentinel shrugged of the pain and began to chase the bike. “Oh great, now the sentinel’s pretty mad now. What can we do now?” Molly asked them.

“There’s one thing we can do. Pilot this bike to the sentinel and hope for the best. Listen we don’t have any other options, we can’t fight him in the air, and the Machine gun turret is almost out of bullets.” Everyone nodded as they flew up wards to the skies; higher then the tower, and finally downwards to the land. They saw the Sentinel heading upwards as if they’re going to cross paths. First the distance between them was pretty far, however soon enough, they began to close the gap. “One. . . Two. . . Three!” Czar counted down as they all jumped out of the bike and back on the tower, looking behind them, Fire and an explosion clouded their visions as they felt the heat wave of the explosion affecting them all. “Its over, I don’t believe it, the Sentinel has been slain.” Molly looked at the pair; smiling at them.

“I don’t think so, look!” Czar pointed at the huge mass that began to exit the flames. “Ack, its do or-“ Czar looked at he sentinel as he pulled his sword out, however it was pointless as it was only to be knocked from his hands by the beam from the Sentinel. “No! My only weapon, that’s it, we’re food for the sentinel. . .” Czar shouted out; watching the sentinel moving closer to the trio; roaring in pride as he found food. As they began to cower in fear, Luna stood there; watching the sentinel going towards them, she walked closer to the sentinel and faced Czar and Molly; finally speaking: “I know what I must do. . .”

“Luna. . . did you just speak?!” Czar was shocked. “Yes Czar, Molly. . . There’s something I have to tell you. You see. . . When I was kidnapped, I became part of the children ranks in the military, and they stuck on me this bracelet. This bracelet is the reason why the Sentinel is attacking the innocent people; it’s programmed under my emotions and it kill on which ever I deemed evil. However, when it needs to feed it goes against the will of the person who is in control of the bracelet and consumes innocent bystanders in order to grow stronger. The only thing that can stop the Sentinel is if, when it feeds, the user with the bracelet gets consumed.” Luna finished explaining. Czar was shocked, but not as much as Molly; who was in tears, She knew that stopping the Sentinel, and the whole rebirth process, starts with the death of her dearest sister.

“Molly. . . You were a wonderful sister, and Czar, You’ll be a great partner for her. I know my place in this world. You two still haven’t. So I’ll be watching you guys from above, making sure you guys don’t do anything nasty down here.” Luna smiled at them as she walked towards the sentinel; covering the bracelet.

“Luna!!! You can’t do this, we’ll find another way to kill the Sentinel just please stay here! You don’t have to do this!!!” Molly extended her arm out while kneeling. Czar had to hold her in place. While the entire event unfolded. Luna stood in the middle of the Sentinel’s way, they gave looks to each other and with the sentinel not noticing the bracelet, he picked her up and opened his mouth as she was placed into the sentinel’s mouth. As for her final words he told the pair. “I’ll miss you . . . big sister.” Then with the Sentinel’s jaws covering her entire body, she was consumed whole, on the outside Czar and Molly could see the bulge that was Luna being slid down the Sentinel’s Throat and finally into the stomach. All Molly could do was scream in terror while Czar held her close to make sure she doesn’t do anything rash. The sentinel could feel a surge of light as the body of the sentinel began to glow, then when it opened its mouth a Beam of light fired off while the same bracelet Luna had was shot off into where Czar and Molly was at. Then soon enough, the entire tower was covered with light as a beam of light was shot up into the skies; clearing the skies of any clouds around Rustir. Once the light faded away, all they could see is the Sentinel lying down; deactivated and the skies clear once again; revealing the stars and the night sky.


Epilogue: To a brighter future. . .

“Luna. . . Thank you for everything, I hope you find peace and prosperity up in the heavens. . .” Czar quietly said; looking at Molly who was still crying. “I’m alone now. . . My parents: Gone, My Brothers: Gone, and now. . . My sister: Gone. I’m all alone. . .” Czar inched closer to Molly as he said to her. “No you’re not. You might not notice. . . But Yes, you are alone, In physical form, however you parents, your sister, your entire family will always be there; In your heart, as long as you never forget them, they’ll always be there; in your heart.” Czar told Molly as he saw her wiping her tears away. “Thank you. . . Czar,” Molly said to Czar; her voice still broken up. “Besides you’re not alone. . .” Czar told her. “Czar?” Molly asked him. “You see . . . Ever since I came here and we took that grand adventure here? Well I kept a secret from you. . . “Czar began to blush a glowing red. “Molly, I love you.” Czar came out with it which caused Molly to blush as well. “Czar, you really mean it?” Molly asked him. “Yeah, Ever since then I been captivated by your charm, courage, and your eyes as well, I wanted to tell you before we fight the sentinel. . . But I guess I never got that chance.” Molly stopped crying and rushed over to Czar’s side as she wrapped her arms around him. “Czar. . . I also kept something from you too, I love you also. . .” Then from there, they looked at each other’s eyes and closed them as they took in the plunge and was enveloped in a deep and passionate kiss.

“Molly. . . I’ll never leave your side.” Czar told her. “And I will leave your side as well Czar,” Molly told him. When they looked down to the ground they noticed a bracelet –the same bracelet that the Luna had, up to the point where she was used as a sacrifice. “Hey look. . . It’s the Bracelet Luna used to have.” Czar picked up the bracelet and looked at Molly. “I guess I’ll wear it, for the sake of Rustir. That way we can recreate this city for the better.” Czar equipped the bracelet and could feel the immense power rushing though the bracelet, looking at the sentinel waking up the sentinel walked over to Czar; not as a threat, but as his master, and began to speak. “So I see I have a new master now. . .” The sentinel scanned Czar using the technology he had on the tower, once he finished scanning, the Sentinel then said to him. “Well you’re atoned to the light; a mysterious power only belonged to those who commit themselves for the sake of mankind, as of today I’ll commit myself for the sake of mankind as well. My name’s Tenebrae, pleasure to be of assistance.” Tenebrae introduced himself.

“Aww, He’s kind of cute. Hello Tenebrae. My name’s Molly; Czar’s partner.” She said to him. “Ah. . . Hello Molly, It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He nodded at them both. “Well, the war’s officially over, thanks to my previous master’s ultimate sacrifice. Let me assure you, she can be reborn, but into a Sentinel like me. When I consume people and digest them, they don’t cease to exist, instead keep them recorded in my memory banks, just in case I want to start a family myself. “Tenebrae admitted to them. “Ah, that’s a relief. Well in that case can you show us where you do that?” Czar asked him.

“Alright, I’ll let you guys have a quick tour of my den. Now hop on to my back Czar and Molly.” Tenebrae extended his huge wing span as Czar and Molly hopped on to his back, and with a might flap, he began to take flight to a hidden alcove that was close to the tower. Once landing he faced to the left as a scanner began to scan him, “Confirmed, Sentinel #19203 Welcome Tenebrae.” The voice said to him as the door opened up –overflowing was mountains of priceless gems, crystals, and chests filled with gold. “Oh . . . since I’ve been modeled as a dragon, I also collect treasures as well. You can take some if you wish. Since you guys want to rebuild Rustir to a greater future. I’ll also help out the cause.” Czar and Molly stood there – counting the gems and gold while they made gold angles out of the many piles of Gold. “No way Tenebrae, with this much gold, not only will we rebuild Rustir, we can recreate it into something more!” Molly replied; laughing at the sight of gold.

“Well what are we waiting for?! Let’s deliver this Gold to the committee and recreate the city!” They all nodded as they piled up the gold and gems on to Tenebrae’s back and again with a mighty flap of his wings, they ascended into the air again. With molly feeling tired, she sets her head on Czar’s shoulder as she slept through the ride, Czar blushed a little, but sighed as he can safely confirm that they are now a couple. Behind the pair, Czar saw what he thought that he would never see: the city of Rustir; being welcomed by the rays of the sun; as if the city’s alive again and ready to be reborn.

"Say Molly?" Czar asked. "Yeah Czar?" Molly replied. "How do you want the city to be like?" Czar wondered. "Well, you told me stories/facts about Guardia right? On how it's a peaceful city that most adventurers either hang out, partake in missions to help preserve the world, and that its a place for all the people without homes or jobs? I want Rustir to be like that. . ." Molly tired out, and so did Czar, while sleeping they dream on how the city of Rustir's going to be like in their dreams.

Three Years later:

“Well come on Molly!” Czar; now three years older, called Molly over; climbing Tenebrae’s tower with a blue haired boy and a red haired girl. “Hang on Czar, I’m coming!” Molly; now three years older as well and now a little cleaner and wearing Clothing that came from Guardia, followed the trio as they ended up on the highest point of the tower: the look out. “Well guys, it’s been three years, but we finally did it; say hello the new city of Rustir!” Czar showed the entire group the new city: The layout of the city is built with a canal system with many boats that replaced Cars, floating buildings that stay in the air thanks to the marvelous works of Arcane, street lights replaced with lanterns, shops lined up at the side of the canals, finally all of these canals were chained into Rustir’s main water system that connects to the water crystal in the center of the city; where the fountain used to be. Even the tower’s recreated. Tenebrae’s tower is crafted out of enchanted stones and Crystals while the outer layout was covered with machinery, while on top of the tower, a portal system linking from Byako to Guardia firmly stood; giving Czar a pathway to home now. Everyone was amazed at the fact that something wonderful was created out of the rubble that was the old city of Rustir. “And to think that all this is possible by a small glimmer of hope you had Czar.” Molly said to Czar; holding on to his hand and staying close to her. “Not just me, all of us, Including Luna, we all have that hope all along,” He said to her. I guess you’re right. . .

*Luna, I hope you’re having fun up there, in heaven. Thank you for what you did for us, and don’t forget to tell mom and dad I said hi.”

The tower of Tenebrae over looked the entire city; making the tower a perfect place to take your loved ones, and your partner for a breathtaking view. While over looking the city, Tenebrae himself was flying all over the city, along with his wife and children Czar and Molly help created, as they were flying all over the city, they left trails of light dust; giving the city a more beautiful look then it ever had with out the light dust.

“Well Molly, this city is now finished; you can live again, like old times.” Czar replied to her. “I guess it is. . .” Molly kissed Czar on the Cheek before looking at the city once again. “Come on guys; let’s go back to the city, where we’ll begin to carve our history into this city.” Everyone nodded as they began to descend down the tower. While on the plaque that they passed upon going through the archway of the stairs it reads:

“No matter how small you are, or if the odd against you are stacked high, as long as you keep a sparkle of hope inside you, you can do extraordinary things in life, just keep that hope.”

Byako, City of Everything Contest entry
Rustir; The dawn of the light user: End

Fact: I wrote this on word.  

[Jasae Bushae]

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