The Tides of War, Part One Piercing Light




Tides of War, Part One: Piercing Light Chapter 1 Rating: PG-13 for some violence, language and very mild sensuality. Note: This is my first fanfic. Please read and review, and be honest about it. If any of my friends should happen to read this, the relationships between people in this story are NOT based on events I think are happening or think/wish/hope are going to happen, so please don't think that. **************************************************************************** ********* Miles lay on a hill, looking up at the sky. Slowly closing his eyes, he sighed. School was out for the summer, and he was alone again, living in the middle of nowhere with foster parents who didn't really care about him. He was probably the only kid in the state who couldn't wait for school to start again. He thought of all his school friends and the hole inside of him hungered for them. Aaron. His best friend ever. Strong and silent, but understanding. Very tall, with blonde hair and green eyes. Strong body. Many a girl had become attached to him but he couldn't bring himself to return the feelings. A dark memory from his past kept him from doing this, one he wouldn't share with anyone, not even his best friend. Miles tried to stay away from the subject. Kirra. The ferocious blond girl. Sometimes a bit ditsy,The Temple, but always headstrong and proud. She had once had a close relationship with Miles, but Miles knew he couldn't keep the relationship they had alive. Scarred at heart, she now sought comfort in Aaron. Who knows, Miles thought, smiling. Maybe she'll be able to break down the wall he's built around his heart. "Alayna." Miles' heart fluttered as he spoke her name. She was someone he felt passionately for. He conjured up an image of her in his mind. Dark tan skin, with black shoulder length hair, soft brown eyes, a perfect face. A beautiful girl with an equally pleasant personality. She was the only one who could fill the whole left by his relationship with Kirra. He opened his eyes and sighed again, looking at the stars that were beginning to form. He couldn't bring himself to get close to her. He was a coward, thinking her to be too good for him. They were good friends, sure, but Miles craved something more from her. To be close to her would be better than life in heaven. "Miles,christian louboutin schuhe sale! Get in here!" Someone called. Miles sat up and turned his head back to look at the house. Mrs. Aiello had her head out the door. Miles sighed. "Get in here!" she yelled again. "You've got some serious chores to do!" "Do them yourself, you lazy bitch," muttered Miles as he trudged off towards the house. He really disliked the way his foster parents treated him. ***** Miles put the mop away. He was done with chores for the day. He walked upstairs to his room, passing the family room where Mr. and Mrs. Aiello were lounging on their lazy asses watching TV. Mrs. Aiello looked up at him as he walked up the stairs. "You better have done those chores well, young man!" she hollered after him. A middle finger was all that she got in response. "Miles Aiello!" she yelled. "I saw that!" "My last name is NOT Aiello!" yelled Miles, glaring at her. "It's Chavez! I am NOT your child! You're not good enough for me!" "How dare you!" she countered, red in the face. "After all I've done for you! Feeding you, clothing you! This is what I get back in return!" "Shut up!" Miles screamed. "You don't care for me like a parent should!" "Maybe you'd learn a lesson or two if we sent you back to that orphanage, then,The Tampa Adventure!" "Go ahead!" he yelled, continuing his trek upstairs. "I'd be better off there anyways!" He left her open-mouthed, without anything left to say. He strode briskly to his room and slammed the door. Miles ran a hand through his short, dirty blond hair. Yawning, he rubbed the corners of his hazel eyes. He'd be going to bed soon. But not just yet. He fell back on his bed, reaching over and grabbing the pencil and paper that were on his desk. Turning up his lamp a notch, he began writing. He soon drifted off into his own fantasy of poetry and dreams. He became totally enveloped in his writing. Mr. Aiello could be yelling at him at the top of his lungs and he wouldn't have cared or noticed. All that existed was his writing and he. ***** Miles was lying on the ground. He heard screams and grunts. A rusty smell filled his nostrils as took a deep breath of air. He sat up,The Telemarketer, anxious to see where he was and what was going on. He gulped when he saw a hideous beast charging at him. He stood up and tried to run, but it was as if there were lead weights attached to his legs and feet. He couldn't bring himself to move. All he could do was stand there, his mouth opened in a silent scream. The monster was upon him, his arm raised, sword in hand. Miles saw the blade glinting in the sunlight. He was paralyzed. He saw the arm begin to fall, bringing the deadly blade closer and closer to his head. It stopped suddenly. Looking into its eyes, Miles could see confusing written over the beast's green face. He could smell its breath, which reeked off dead rodents, coming from its face. It was staring at his neck. Following his gaze, Miles could see a crystal tied around his neck. It was glowing brighter and brighter, in pulse-like fluctuation. He could feel it begin to burn. The burning heat seemed to spread from his neck and slowly into his chest. He could feel it begin to consume his entire body. Looking at his hands, he saw a blue glow begin to form around them. Looking at the rest of himself,Cheap Louis Vuitton handbags, he saw the same. The burning in his body was reaching its climax, and the glow became brighter and brighter. Miles closed his eyes as the bright light surrounding him grew too painful to gaze upon. A flash and a final burst of heat ended it all. Looking at himself, Miles could see that he was dressed in white robes and he could feel a white cape flapping in the wind behind him. His attention was drawn back to the beast attacking him, which had apparently decided that it wasn't going to wait to see what was going to happen next. His blade came back down towards Miles. "Too late," he heard himself say. He wondered why he was thinking that, because it seemed as if every bone in his body was about to be crushed. He raised his hands helplessly against the descending blade. He closed his eyes and braced himself. Nothing happened. He chanced a glance and saw the glow covering his right arm, blocking the blade. The beast was as confused as Miles was. But something inside his body was screaming at Miles to attack. His free hand flew to his side, grasping a sword he didn't even know was there. Astonished but not slow, Miles drew the sword, thrusting it towards the monster, who barely had enough time to block. It countered,Cheap Louis Vuitton Purses, and Miles expertly dodged and countered, amazed at his ability to handle a weapon he'd never even seen in real life, much less wielded. The monster was surprised, too, and was too stunned to move quickly enough to defend itself. The blade sank itself into the beast's chest, and the monster fell. Looking up, Miles saw something that looked like it was right out of a war movie. A war between humans and beasts. He saw a man lying on the ground, about to be run through by the blade of one of the ugly monsters. Miles ran, sword raised, to save him. Everything dissipated. The ground beneath him disappeared and everything else went black. He was floating in nothingness, unable to see anyone or anything but a tiny light in the distance. That light got bigger and brighter, quadrupling in size. It became a swirling vortex or light. A finger of light came from it, roughly forming the outline of a finger, which beckoned him towards it. "Come to me." it called in a ghostly voice. "Come to me, bearer of the crystal. You must turn the tides of war." "Who are you?" Miles called into the vortex. "What to do you want with me?" "You must turn the tides of war," it repeated. With that, it disappeared. Miles sat up in bed, wide-eyed and sweating. What a dream! He thought. Kinda spooky. The light was still on, and the paper and pencil were still on his lap. He had fallen asleep writing. He glanced at the clock. The digital numbers read 4:30 AM. Quickly turning off the light, he stripped to his boxers, throwing his clothes on the floor. He slipped into bed, brushing the pencil and paper onto the floor. *************** There's the first chapter. How'd you like it? This is a slightly edited and revised version, and I worked out some of the kinks in the writing . More to come, so read and review!