Science Cryption
11-08-2005, 10:46
The Childs name was Vurcos, his mother was dead and his father was not.
His father wasn't dead because he was never ment to die, he was only ment to survive. "It is as all things must be done," he would always say, and this was the moment that Vurcos knew his father had been wrong. He knew that seeing his fathers dagger logged in his mothers face had nothing to do with what must be done.
There was no hate in Vurcos's thoughts, no anger or remorse for the situation before him. It was a moment in life, as any other comes and goes.
Vurcos was taught to accept all things as they have happened. Only when things were allready done was he to act. Moakas was Vurcos's father, and at that moment moakas spoke words of meaning to Vurcos. "Hear me child, I have done wrong. You must avenge your mothers death, you must destroy me. Only then will this be made right to you, and your happyness."
He dissapeared into the blasing heat, with the sign of death cascading inevitably to the scorching sands of ancient times long gone. He turned and smiled at his only child. Moakas turned into the storm of fire and walked away from vurcos and his life. Vurcos was old enough to know what it ment to be aloan, to be tired and hungry. He would have little trouble surviving, But for how long? Vurcos remembered his fathers words again,"It is as things must be done." Vurcos smiled and pulled the dagger from his mothers battered body. With a sadistic yet jubilant smile he ran out the door after his father.
10 years later
It was a cool spring afternoon in hafernia. The birds sang and the beatles danced. The Goais springs mountain brothal was in moderat vacancy at the time, and yet the city was full of merchants and would be outlaws. Kolpswa was tired of working. He was glad that it was finaly his break from prisoner gaurd duty. "Huhh..," it was a slow yet forcefull sigh. "Why does it always seem like the sun never falls from sight around the prison," he asked himself aloud. "Becuase the Night has no place comforting these allready dark souls."
Said a voice from somewhere in front of Kolpswa. "What?," it was a forced responce and kolpswa knew it wasn't entirely boasting of self assuredness.
Again the voice peirced his ears like ice water down a sleeping mans spine.
"I only mean that such men deserve no comfort as such of their comrade in crime." "Darkness is their strength, wouldn't you agree?" The voice was seemingly directly in front of Kolpswa. "That couldn't be," He thought to himself. "Theres nothing but a wall in front of me." again he was thinking more of where the voice came then the actual words being spoken.
Then as if in a dream, kolpswa saw a cloak emerge like a sword trough fleash from the tall stone wall. "Your not afraid to kill a stranger," "I can see it in your hands." "Strong and confident in it's ability, yes i see your skill does not just lie in your weapon." "nor in your statis a gaurd of Hafernia."
The Cloak was empty, it seemed to be floating with nothing to show for it's empty confines. Kolpswa was mad with confusion, yet flattered by the complements from these floating rags. "Who are you?" "Where are you?" his voice was strong but witheld from demand.
Then as if day had never been there in the first place, the stone and sand all around kolpswa turned frozen solid. Kolpswas feet were stuck in the sand that had so suddenly turned to a stonelike blue surface. The cloak began to burn, and with it the ice around it. The sand along with the wall turned to nothing but water. Then soaked the ground and disappered beneath the sands. From the ashes arose a naked figure. Tall and rather ragged from his apperance. He was slim yet stood as all mightly men seem to stand. "My name is moakas, and your going to help me kill my son."
The same time as Moakas and kolpswa were at the outer prison wall, Vurcos was being transfered from cell III-G to The exicution level above the palace. "Your son?" kolpswa was in shock. "Yes my son Vurcos, I believe you know him." Moakas was scared from head to toe, but seemed more fit then even kolpswa. "Vurcos? but he's allready schedualed for public exicution tonight." "For the theft of the Imperial Signat." "Did you not know of this?" Kolpswa had no idea weather to call for help or sit down for a long conversation. He admited to himself that he was very interested in the situation. "Yes, I'm well aware of that." "The matter however is not so simple, you see the signat was never stolen." "It was replaced by the Bishops to lure the emperor to the exicution grounds tonight."
"My son has had years to kill me, but he shames himself by living with what was done to him, he is weak and must not live to spread his weakness." "Besides if he dies the emperor will not need to leave the palace."
"You can save the Emperor Kolpswa, You and I and those who plan to murder the emperor will be the only to know of your success." He was mad with the idea. Kolpswa saw it in his every move. "Why not leak an assassination threat to the palace? The emperor will have no choice but to remain there." Kolpswa seemed pleased with his simple solution to the problem. "You fool! The entire Emperium will be there, according to empiral code: no memeber may be unacounted for whilst all of council are present at one time. He would be murdered anyway for such an act."
Meanwhile Vurcos was being bled by Isoljo blades, which will give him tremendous awareness but very little strength, not even enough to stand. The day was moving on, and the brothal girls were taking a weekly bath together along with the maiden Mistress of goais Springs. Below the peak lay the baker and his 9 children, who never seem to loose or gain wealth no matter what the city's popularity may be. sorrounding the bakers house are scattered wine chatous, and clothing shops that never require another costomer to survive. The palace is east of Goais and rests on the sister peak of hafernia mountain. Within it, at this moment the emperor speaks in confidence to his lovely daughter Dadorim. Their Conversation is of a matter pertaining to vurcos, but concerning moakas.
His father wasn't dead because he was never ment to die, he was only ment to survive. "It is as all things must be done," he would always say, and this was the moment that Vurcos knew his father had been wrong. He knew that seeing his fathers dagger logged in his mothers face had nothing to do with what must be done.
There was no hate in Vurcos's thoughts, no anger or remorse for the situation before him. It was a moment in life, as any other comes and goes.
Vurcos was taught to accept all things as they have happened. Only when things were allready done was he to act. Moakas was Vurcos's father, and at that moment moakas spoke words of meaning to Vurcos. "Hear me child, I have done wrong. You must avenge your mothers death, you must destroy me. Only then will this be made right to you, and your happyness."
He dissapeared into the blasing heat, with the sign of death cascading inevitably to the scorching sands of ancient times long gone. He turned and smiled at his only child. Moakas turned into the storm of fire and walked away from vurcos and his life. Vurcos was old enough to know what it ment to be aloan, to be tired and hungry. He would have little trouble surviving, But for how long? Vurcos remembered his fathers words again,"It is as things must be done." Vurcos smiled and pulled the dagger from his mothers battered body. With a sadistic yet jubilant smile he ran out the door after his father.
10 years later
It was a cool spring afternoon in hafernia. The birds sang and the beatles danced. The Goais springs mountain brothal was in moderat vacancy at the time, and yet the city was full of merchants and would be outlaws. Kolpswa was tired of working. He was glad that it was finaly his break from prisoner gaurd duty. "Huhh..," it was a slow yet forcefull sigh. "Why does it always seem like the sun never falls from sight around the prison," he asked himself aloud. "Becuase the Night has no place comforting these allready dark souls."
Said a voice from somewhere in front of Kolpswa. "What?," it was a forced responce and kolpswa knew it wasn't entirely boasting of self assuredness.
Again the voice peirced his ears like ice water down a sleeping mans spine.
"I only mean that such men deserve no comfort as such of their comrade in crime." "Darkness is their strength, wouldn't you agree?" The voice was seemingly directly in front of Kolpswa. "That couldn't be," He thought to himself. "Theres nothing but a wall in front of me." again he was thinking more of where the voice came then the actual words being spoken.
Then as if in a dream, kolpswa saw a cloak emerge like a sword trough fleash from the tall stone wall. "Your not afraid to kill a stranger," "I can see it in your hands." "Strong and confident in it's ability, yes i see your skill does not just lie in your weapon." "nor in your statis a gaurd of Hafernia."
The Cloak was empty, it seemed to be floating with nothing to show for it's empty confines. Kolpswa was mad with confusion, yet flattered by the complements from these floating rags. "Who are you?" "Where are you?" his voice was strong but witheld from demand.
Then as if day had never been there in the first place, the stone and sand all around kolpswa turned frozen solid. Kolpswas feet were stuck in the sand that had so suddenly turned to a stonelike blue surface. The cloak began to burn, and with it the ice around it. The sand along with the wall turned to nothing but water. Then soaked the ground and disappered beneath the sands. From the ashes arose a naked figure. Tall and rather ragged from his apperance. He was slim yet stood as all mightly men seem to stand. "My name is moakas, and your going to help me kill my son."
The same time as Moakas and kolpswa were at the outer prison wall, Vurcos was being transfered from cell III-G to The exicution level above the palace. "Your son?" kolpswa was in shock. "Yes my son Vurcos, I believe you know him." Moakas was scared from head to toe, but seemed more fit then even kolpswa. "Vurcos? but he's allready schedualed for public exicution tonight." "For the theft of the Imperial Signat." "Did you not know of this?" Kolpswa had no idea weather to call for help or sit down for a long conversation. He admited to himself that he was very interested in the situation. "Yes, I'm well aware of that." "The matter however is not so simple, you see the signat was never stolen." "It was replaced by the Bishops to lure the emperor to the exicution grounds tonight."
"My son has had years to kill me, but he shames himself by living with what was done to him, he is weak and must not live to spread his weakness." "Besides if he dies the emperor will not need to leave the palace."
"You can save the Emperor Kolpswa, You and I and those who plan to murder the emperor will be the only to know of your success." He was mad with the idea. Kolpswa saw it in his every move. "Why not leak an assassination threat to the palace? The emperor will have no choice but to remain there." Kolpswa seemed pleased with his simple solution to the problem. "You fool! The entire Emperium will be there, according to empiral code: no memeber may be unacounted for whilst all of council are present at one time. He would be murdered anyway for such an act."
Meanwhile Vurcos was being bled by Isoljo blades, which will give him tremendous awareness but very little strength, not even enough to stand. The day was moving on, and the brothal girls were taking a weekly bath together along with the maiden Mistress of goais Springs. Below the peak lay the baker and his 9 children, who never seem to loose or gain wealth no matter what the city's popularity may be. sorrounding the bakers house are scattered wine chatous, and clothing shops that never require another costomer to survive. The palace is east of Goais and rests on the sister peak of hafernia mountain. Within it, at this moment the emperor speaks in confidence to his lovely daughter Dadorim. Their Conversation is of a matter pertaining to vurcos, but concerning moakas.