Now. I'm sitting in my chair on the city bus. Some young guy was just sent flying into the
of the bus. The bus driver is possessed, looking for the next the human dart. The bus is
driving itself. All I could think about was my lunch date that I was going to miss. Then
complete chaos broke, people stamped over one another to get away from the now glowing
green bus driver. I saw an old lady jumping over chairs to get to the back. The bus driver
stalked slowly toward me. I stood up, causing him to pause mid way. When he stopped
glowing I saw that his skin had changed. It was no longer skin, but something more. Then
as if things couldn't get worse. I heard a voice speaking to me in my head. It told me it was
sent to find me. To give me a gift. He opened his mouth and a blinding white light made me
faint. I distinctly remember hearing singing. But I couldn't repeat it if I tried.
I woke up like everybody else. The bus was still, off. Everyone was sitting in their normal
seats, drowsy and confused like me. All accept that brave young man. He was marked man
before I could do anything. I made sure to stress that part. Poor kid.
My whole family greeted me at my front door when I got home. They threw me a hero's
party. I think it was just an excuse to drink. Well not the elder woman of my family. They
Aunt's and my sisters, were there because Mon needed support. "My baby," she cried " first
the war, now terrorist!" Nothing I said soothed her, "Mom...Mom! Momma!" I would say.
"God, you saved him, you've always saved him Lord, I thank you!"
I would sigh and go into my normal speech. "The war never got me got I never made into
the Army, I got tangled up in the barb wire remember?"
"Thank you *****!"
After my Mother and her sister circle left, the men of my family stayed for drinks, figures. I
grabbed a few from the table and made for my room. My old PC was humming softly under
my computer desk. Good thing I warm it up in the morning, I can't wait til log on my
favorite game. World of Champions. A game where power speaks loudest in the language of
politics. And I have a golden ticket to the top. But every dark over ruler needs his
consultant; and so do I. Thats where my friend Chill. He's King of the third seated guild, but
he's been wanting to make a guild of his own for the longest. If I play my hand right I may
help my friend and help myself.
I log into my account and boot up my character..........Allagory
Allagory is a muscular dark skin man. His face bares scared tinted red. His eyes were gold,
a prized color. I won them fighting in the tournaments.
I wore brown drab robes. I always felt that being flashy made you a prime target. In a
game where murder was rewarded, you were a fool not to expect an attack.
But the guilds had a ranking system that involved protecting cities. The top guild holds the
head position and is ranked number 1. Too flashy more my taste.
I made my way through the city of Rosaleen. I've made a good reputation for myself
around here. This made traveling through these parts extremely easy. Allagory's speed is
extremely fast before stems, It's times like now that I like to use every buff and potion I
have and push myself to the limit. And man am I fast! They always said it was my speed
that won those tournaments. However I feel that they were too slow to see what other stuff
I brought to the table other than my speed.
I ran past the castle guard before he had time to register me. Up to the top and halfway
around I came to a halt outside his chamber door. I heard voices. I recognized Three men
and one woman. I through the door open. I banged hard against the wall. Chill's chamber
was massive. It was bare from comer to comer. The floor was a direct contrast from the
castle's stone cobble.
"Ohhhhh, " sneers a snoody voice. "Look who it is, the all mighty Allagory, the conquer of
"Put a sock in it Aeries." She was red haired women who spoke. She wore a leafy armor set
and on her back, a long bow made of strong willow. Her name was Minerva and she the
guilds best ranger. Her panther, Garfield, sat next to her. She was locked in a hunter's glare.
Piecing the man standing to my left. Aeries was was a good looking blond man. But all that
disappeared when he opened his mouth. I've no doubt saved him from being
"Step aside before I kill you both." I wave my arm and they both cower away, I never said
my nice reputation was for being nice. I'm the King killer, the conquer of the trials, and one
of the seven council; the only check and balance system for the top guild leader. The council
has the power to strip the top leader at any time. Thats true power. The power to take
I marched Allagory forward. My fleet gliding across the wooden floor of the massive hall. I stopped in the center. The occupant of the throne I was approaching raised his hand. He was a chubby fellow with straw like hair. "Leave us." He ordered his guard, the three men left without a fight, but the women stayed. She may not appear to be a threat shivering as she did now, but I was no fool. I looked at Chill and said, "she stays."
Minerva was a loyal guard, or a clever deceiver, I've never made her out quiet yet. That panther of hers cries a small roar that vibrates the hall. Chill waved his hand and a small creature appeared in a cloud puff. It had long spiky hair and bright green skin. It wore funny little clothes. His sprite he named Float.