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Saidstained
Meteorite
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2012
- Location
- Wonderland
This was written in April of 2010, an idea that I’ve always really fancied with a character that I never really got to explore. It’s something that I’d possible like to turn into a roleplay, but at the same time I kinda don’t want to because I think I could expand on this idea a little more thoroughly to create my own story and universe. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, right now it’s more of a prologue of what’s to come from me. Thanks for reading.
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The Bermuda Triangle, also known as the Devils Triangle, was always thought to be a mysterious place of dread where air crafts and sea vessels would disappear without much of an explanation. Most believed that these disappearances resulted from the activities of supernatural beings or extraterrestrial beings but as the ages advance in years this belief is wavering as scientists try to explain such events ‘logically’ or with ‘facts.’
They are so dearly wrong, these scientists.
What humans don’t know, or at least the general population, is that the Triangle is a place of many secrets that long ago were purged from the earth for its safety, as well as for the future of mankind. Ancient knowledge’s, artifacts of great power, and things that were made of legends lay sealed away in this remote area. Should someone be lucky enough to stumble upon such horrifying things and bring them to the outside world they would destroy the very balance of the planet. That is why such items were sealed in the first place.
Many of said objects could not be destroyed, as they were just too powerful, while others were saved because of the loss of such knowledge would be a sin against the planet herself.
Who made the executive decision to lock up and throw away the key to such a place?
That has been washed away by the very oceans themselves, for even the planet aided this person in the quest to put away these treasures of the world. But whoever they were, they were smart.
The Triangle was created by this person and they made it so that it was alive.
The disappearance of the ships and planes were the Triangle’s way of being the first line of defense and warning to those who would dare to venture fourth into its forbidden waters.
The next line of defense was the polar distortion so that compasses and other navigational devices were useless.
Should anyone be as foolish enough to press on further the Triangle would assault them with numerous rogue waves so huge that it looked as if they touched the very heavens above as the clouds would part from their way, hurricane storms so fierce and charged with electricity none could think to survive, and methane eruptions so unpredictable and quiet that it was really questioned if they even existed in such a barren place.
For anyone who was lucky enough to thwart these defense mechanisms of the Triangle shouldn’t think they’re in the clear yet. Over the course of the ages the Triangle has accumulated one last line of defense and it is the most terror of all.
Throughout the years of the world, many lunatic pirates have been ‘collected’ for the sole purpose of sailing the sea of the Triangle lost to the stream of time. For hundreds of years only the most deadly, deranged, and strongest pirates the world has ever, or never, known sail its waters for now and forever. Over such a long period of time the Triangle warps their mind without evidence so that every day is a battle for life. It torments these fools with false promises of hope, land, treasure, women, or whatever they truly desire. They have no choice but to listen to its faint whispers in the wind. Their ships are carried in specific routes by the ocean itself and to ‘amuse’ the Triangle they are often submitted to the fury of its storms and rouge waves.
At the very center of the Triangle, the ‘prize’ for anyone so luck or skilled enough to reach it, was a tiny black sandy island that was surrounded by thick red and purple kelp forests all around. The leaves could be seen floating innocently on the surface as if they didn’t have multiple corpses of ships, airplanes and human bodies tangled near the bottom of them.
A thick, prosperous bright and dark green jungle with lost and unknown species of trees, birds of prey, and other critter inhabitants sat harmlessly a few yards away from the dull black sandy shore. Oddly enough the sand did not turn or mix into dirt as it reached towards the forest as it just turned into small pebbles to various shapes of rocks as the floor of the island. This was throughout the entire island; no kind of dirt was present at all and if one tried to move the rocks aside to find the base of the island they would just uncover more rocks in bigger sizes.
Off to the left of the island was a jagged and steep raised mountain, looking completely unnatural and eerie in all its glory. From the very tip of this mountain oozed a thin layer of grey, poisonous ash at a very lazy pace. The cloud rolled carelessly down the steep ridges of the volcano and thinned out like fog and disappeared into the forest near the base of its sitting place. The huge volcano looked peaceful and inviting really as it laid there almost as if it was trying to decide to erupt soon or not.
To the right of the island stood a fairly tall tree that had a very thick canopy, complete with multiple vines threading in and out of the branches to leisurely hang and dangle in the soft breezes. The enormous tree grew seemingly out of a drop down cliff as the right side was raised much higher than the left, overlooking the ocean and reaching the very end of the kelp forest on this side. Even a few of the vines looked as if they touched the very tips of the kelp forests.
In the very middle of the tiny paradise, poking out of the tip of the jungle stood a pearly white, shining spire that twisted and turned around like a newly trimmed tree. The purposes of these three essential figures on the island was also, like it’s creator, lost in pages of history but they would never forget themselves what their purpose was there.
The bright sun started to poke out over the horizon to the east with orange and yellow rays of highlights, on a rather low point on the left side of the island, was a perfectly round bolder that had lots of mossy plants growing, and visibly twitching themselves in the direction of the sun. A very thin layer of dry grey-misty ash blocked out most of the sun though for the poor plants as it stemmed out from the trees behind them. The thick trees that covered almost half of this big rock rustled despite themselves as a well toned and tanned figure stepped out onto the mosses.
All of the mosses stopped moving all together as the dark skinned female moved out onto the bare rock’s edge where the sea splashed lightly up. In a battered loin cloth and interesting tied-designed make shift shirt she knelt, bowing her head to the sun, the ashy mist swooping away from where she touched the rock and then swooping back into its lost space, tickling and wafting over her skin.
“It is nice to see you again, Solar Father.” She whispered quietly to the wind as it picked up slightly around her to carry her words across the water and to the bright star in the distance.
And then she sat cross legged in a relaxed position, gazing out across the blue blanket before her with her golden and silver tinted eyes. At her hips, tied onto the material, was the top half of human skulls that mirrored the twin skulls on her back. On either side of her head were two different animal looking skulls tied into her hair piece which provided her help with the long waist length black locks. A thick dirty red scarf was wrapped securely around her mouth and face kept any traces of the ash from entering her wind pipes directly.
“It looks as if it will be a rather peaceful day.” She leaned back on her hands and enjoyed the few moments of peace in the morning. She had to be on the watch for any pirates that sailed too close to the island. Even the kelp beds would keep them at bay if they caught sight of her. Many times they tried to invade the island but the sea was their home, as this island was hers. Only she knew the secrets of this dangerous pit of death, the tips on surviving to find food, and where one could sleep at ease without worry of becoming another animal’s dinner.
It was rather lonely here at times, but she rather enjoyed the peace and quiet of being the only one living on the isle. Other people, or rather just the pirates who dared to venture too far from the safety of their sea where loud, obnoxious, and disrespectful waste of spaces that deserved more than the fate they met.
But it wasn’t going to be a normal day, far from it in fact.
Today was the turning point for this little island in the Triangle, and the volcano in the far distance gave a soft rumbling in notice of this.
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The Bermuda Triangle, also known as the Devils Triangle, was always thought to be a mysterious place of dread where air crafts and sea vessels would disappear without much of an explanation. Most believed that these disappearances resulted from the activities of supernatural beings or extraterrestrial beings but as the ages advance in years this belief is wavering as scientists try to explain such events ‘logically’ or with ‘facts.’
They are so dearly wrong, these scientists.
What humans don’t know, or at least the general population, is that the Triangle is a place of many secrets that long ago were purged from the earth for its safety, as well as for the future of mankind. Ancient knowledge’s, artifacts of great power, and things that were made of legends lay sealed away in this remote area. Should someone be lucky enough to stumble upon such horrifying things and bring them to the outside world they would destroy the very balance of the planet. That is why such items were sealed in the first place.
Many of said objects could not be destroyed, as they were just too powerful, while others were saved because of the loss of such knowledge would be a sin against the planet herself.
Who made the executive decision to lock up and throw away the key to such a place?
That has been washed away by the very oceans themselves, for even the planet aided this person in the quest to put away these treasures of the world. But whoever they were, they were smart.
The Triangle was created by this person and they made it so that it was alive.
The disappearance of the ships and planes were the Triangle’s way of being the first line of defense and warning to those who would dare to venture fourth into its forbidden waters.
The next line of defense was the polar distortion so that compasses and other navigational devices were useless.
Should anyone be as foolish enough to press on further the Triangle would assault them with numerous rogue waves so huge that it looked as if they touched the very heavens above as the clouds would part from their way, hurricane storms so fierce and charged with electricity none could think to survive, and methane eruptions so unpredictable and quiet that it was really questioned if they even existed in such a barren place.
For anyone who was lucky enough to thwart these defense mechanisms of the Triangle shouldn’t think they’re in the clear yet. Over the course of the ages the Triangle has accumulated one last line of defense and it is the most terror of all.
Throughout the years of the world, many lunatic pirates have been ‘collected’ for the sole purpose of sailing the sea of the Triangle lost to the stream of time. For hundreds of years only the most deadly, deranged, and strongest pirates the world has ever, or never, known sail its waters for now and forever. Over such a long period of time the Triangle warps their mind without evidence so that every day is a battle for life. It torments these fools with false promises of hope, land, treasure, women, or whatever they truly desire. They have no choice but to listen to its faint whispers in the wind. Their ships are carried in specific routes by the ocean itself and to ‘amuse’ the Triangle they are often submitted to the fury of its storms and rouge waves.
At the very center of the Triangle, the ‘prize’ for anyone so luck or skilled enough to reach it, was a tiny black sandy island that was surrounded by thick red and purple kelp forests all around. The leaves could be seen floating innocently on the surface as if they didn’t have multiple corpses of ships, airplanes and human bodies tangled near the bottom of them.
A thick, prosperous bright and dark green jungle with lost and unknown species of trees, birds of prey, and other critter inhabitants sat harmlessly a few yards away from the dull black sandy shore. Oddly enough the sand did not turn or mix into dirt as it reached towards the forest as it just turned into small pebbles to various shapes of rocks as the floor of the island. This was throughout the entire island; no kind of dirt was present at all and if one tried to move the rocks aside to find the base of the island they would just uncover more rocks in bigger sizes.
Off to the left of the island was a jagged and steep raised mountain, looking completely unnatural and eerie in all its glory. From the very tip of this mountain oozed a thin layer of grey, poisonous ash at a very lazy pace. The cloud rolled carelessly down the steep ridges of the volcano and thinned out like fog and disappeared into the forest near the base of its sitting place. The huge volcano looked peaceful and inviting really as it laid there almost as if it was trying to decide to erupt soon or not.
To the right of the island stood a fairly tall tree that had a very thick canopy, complete with multiple vines threading in and out of the branches to leisurely hang and dangle in the soft breezes. The enormous tree grew seemingly out of a drop down cliff as the right side was raised much higher than the left, overlooking the ocean and reaching the very end of the kelp forest on this side. Even a few of the vines looked as if they touched the very tips of the kelp forests.
In the very middle of the tiny paradise, poking out of the tip of the jungle stood a pearly white, shining spire that twisted and turned around like a newly trimmed tree. The purposes of these three essential figures on the island was also, like it’s creator, lost in pages of history but they would never forget themselves what their purpose was there.
The bright sun started to poke out over the horizon to the east with orange and yellow rays of highlights, on a rather low point on the left side of the island, was a perfectly round bolder that had lots of mossy plants growing, and visibly twitching themselves in the direction of the sun. A very thin layer of dry grey-misty ash blocked out most of the sun though for the poor plants as it stemmed out from the trees behind them. The thick trees that covered almost half of this big rock rustled despite themselves as a well toned and tanned figure stepped out onto the mosses.
All of the mosses stopped moving all together as the dark skinned female moved out onto the bare rock’s edge where the sea splashed lightly up. In a battered loin cloth and interesting tied-designed make shift shirt she knelt, bowing her head to the sun, the ashy mist swooping away from where she touched the rock and then swooping back into its lost space, tickling and wafting over her skin.
“It is nice to see you again, Solar Father.” She whispered quietly to the wind as it picked up slightly around her to carry her words across the water and to the bright star in the distance.
And then she sat cross legged in a relaxed position, gazing out across the blue blanket before her with her golden and silver tinted eyes. At her hips, tied onto the material, was the top half of human skulls that mirrored the twin skulls on her back. On either side of her head were two different animal looking skulls tied into her hair piece which provided her help with the long waist length black locks. A thick dirty red scarf was wrapped securely around her mouth and face kept any traces of the ash from entering her wind pipes directly.
“It looks as if it will be a rather peaceful day.” She leaned back on her hands and enjoyed the few moments of peace in the morning. She had to be on the watch for any pirates that sailed too close to the island. Even the kelp beds would keep them at bay if they caught sight of her. Many times they tried to invade the island but the sea was their home, as this island was hers. Only she knew the secrets of this dangerous pit of death, the tips on surviving to find food, and where one could sleep at ease without worry of becoming another animal’s dinner.
It was rather lonely here at times, but she rather enjoyed the peace and quiet of being the only one living on the isle. Other people, or rather just the pirates who dared to venture too far from the safety of their sea where loud, obnoxious, and disrespectful waste of spaces that deserved more than the fate they met.
But it wasn’t going to be a normal day, far from it in fact.
Today was the turning point for this little island in the Triangle, and the volcano in the far distance gave a soft rumbling in notice of this.