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Rise

It was 2136, a Läep Yarek or 364 day year. Friday the 13th was coming on Halxins Kneit and the ghost star, Hokarius Frikes, will be crashing on the same day. Unidentified Paranormal Events were beginning to occur, especially in Zqi Leine, one of the numerous floating cities of the world. Recently, Holos were invented that could communicate, interact with its environment, and had a physical body of light, making it more realistic than ever. Dr. Rachfield Kanlyz created them the day before Halxins Kneit. Is this all just a coincidence?

“It’s coming!” screamed Alex as he rocketed out of bed.
His twin, Martha, woke up with a start. “Ow! That was loud!”
“Sorry,” Alex apologized. “It was my dream. There were weird dead things coming for us.”
“What? That’s the same dream I had!”
They heard their parents’ footsteps running hurriedly towards their room. The door opened. “What’s wrong?” asked Mom.
“It was my dream. I had a nightmare,” Alex replied.
“Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were in trouble.”
It was six-thirty. After breakfast, their parents left for work. The twins got to stay home because there was no school that day. Alex played video games and Martha started to read.
A ghost appeared in the game Alex was playing. The figure wasn’t very clear. It was misty. The phantom spoke in a haunting voice, “Returning…” It struck the screen.
“Darn! I died again!” said Alex angrily. “Wait a minute. Where’d that ghost come from? There aren’t supposed to be any ghosts in the game.”
The house suddenly shook. There was a boom in the backyard.
“What was that?” asked Martha nervously.
“I dunno. I’m gonna go check.” Alex ran to the window with a view of the backyard where the sound had come from. He found nothing.
“It’s nothing,” he called to Martha.
Martha came to the window. “That’s weird. There has to be something that caused that noise.”
A faint glimmer caught her eye. “What was that?”
Alex had noticed it too. He shrugged. Then he realized, “It’s a ghost star!
The grass began to die around the invisible shimmering ghost star. The dead grass formed a perfect circle.
“A ghost star doesn’t do that, I don’t think,” said Martha slowly as she stared out the window. Her voice was starting to quaver.
A line of light drew a star inside the circle. All of a sudden, the circle gave, creating a deep chasm of never-ending darkness. Dead creatures crawled out from the hole, moaning and groaning. The light of day turned into pitch-black dark and the sky churned with dark uncontrollable clouds. A clap of thunder sounded in the distance like a bomb. Lightning struck right into the abyss.
“This is just like our dream,” stated Alex.
They stood there, their eyes transfixed on the rotting creatures. The creatures were humans. One started for the window, staring at them with its black, lifeless eyes. Realization struck the twins. All of the beasts were dead humans, zombies, the living dead.
“Call the police!” Martha screamed.
They scrambled to the 3Dvid Voice Phone. Scared, they called for the police. An officer appeared above the Hologram Pad. “What happened?” he asked.
“Z-z-zomb-b-bies!” stuttered Martha.
A breath was released. “You prank callers! Get out of my business!” He thought they were lying, but of course, they weren’t.
“B-b-but…”
“Good-bye.” The holographic representation of the officer disappeared.
“No,” whispered Martha, losing hope. “We’re going to die.”
“No we won’t,” said Alex confidently.
The window was made out of a special glass that couldn’t be broken. Then the “unbreakable” window shattered. Creatures poured in. “Come join us,” they moaned, looking directly at them.
They screamed and ran for the front door bursting through it, running as fast as their legs could carry them. The chase was on. Martha and Alex were fast but the dead were faster. There were only a few inches until the zombies got a hold of them and dragged them to their death. Their arms reached in front of them, trying to grab them.
To the sides of the road were houses. The zombies were bashing through them, destroying anything alive. Shrill screams sounded, breaking the calm silence of the night.
Cars veered sharply off the road and the creatures quickly broke into the car, looking for the helpless people. One lucky car went straight through the crowd of zombies, crushing hundreds of them. The car passed but there were no crushed zombies visible. Unfortunately, there were still thousands more, pouring out of the hole. Finally, a zombie got a hold onto Martha and pulled.
“Help!” she shrieked.
Alex faltered in his step, that let them catch up and he was down too. They were going to be killed.
“Hey!” shouted an anonymous person.
Alex looked up to get a glimpse at who it was but got quickly pounced on by a skeleton full of rotting flesh. Its breath was freezing cold. A stream of hot, blinding blue-white light streaked above Alex. It came so close that it scorched the hairs on the back of his neck. The zombie got whipped off of him. He was free! Slowly, he lifted himself up to his feet and started running towards the man who held the laser gun. The man holding the gun was Dr. Rachfield Kanlyz, their parents’ friend. The trigger on the gun was pulled and a shot blast the zombies above Martha with extreme accuracy. Soon the twins were back together with Dr. Kanlyz. Running like an Olympic gold medallist, they got to the professor’s house, slammed the metal door, and locked it with the holographic lock. A zombie slammed against the door uselessly.
“Thanks for saving us,” Alex said between breaths.
“Yeah. We would’ve been dead,” said Martha. She was pale and looked to be about to faint.
“It was no big deal. Well, to you probably not. You should be happy I was out there,” Dr. Kanlyz said calmly.
“Why were you outside?” Martha asked.
“I was testing the new Holo I made. It has several new features, including a physical body that is formed by light. If it were to punch you, you would feel it,” he said proudly.
Alex seemed a bit angry. “No time to brag, doctor.”
“You said that if it were to punch you, you would feel the effect?” Martha asked. She seemed to be deep in thought.
“Yes, that would be correct,” he said. “What are you thinking?”
“You think we could use them to get those dead guys to stop?”
“Ah! What a bright idea! Of course, the Holos are relatively new and could malfunction…” He trailed off. “But we could always give it a try.”
“Great, I think.”
“I’ll have to explain it first.”

A helmet was attached to their heads, a virtual reality helmet. It wasn’t really virtual reality. That’s because it was from the view of the Holo that they would shortly be transferred to. They could then control the Holo and fight the zombies without actually getting hurt. The transfer began.

The bright figures of Alex and Martha appeared on the street in front of the rampaging zombies, crashing through the streets, heading straight for them. They were prepared. Alex punched the first one he saw, actually making contact where its stomach used to be. It screeched and disintegrated. Dust fluttered to the ground and melted into it, returning to its underground home. More zombies tackled Alex and Martha. Martha fainted and disappeared. Alex quickly turned into the old-fashioned Holos that you could pass straight through. This resulted in the zombies accidentally hitting each other and disintegrating. He kept making more and more of the dead creatures fall to dust. A strike of lightning came out of nowhere and struck Alex. His figure blinked, and went out. Suddenly, they were back at the doctor’s house. Moaning zombies still roamed the streets.
“Did you get them to stop?” Dr. Kanlyz asked.
“A lot,” Alex replied sarcastically as he took off his Virtu Helmet.
His sister lay sleeping on a nearby couch. She woke up looking shaken. Still a bit drowsy, she asked, “What happened?”
“You fainted,” Alex said simply.
“Oh,” she said. She slowly became aware of her surroundings. “Whew! I thought we were still in that zombie nest. Did we win?”
“Of course not. It was two against a billion,” he scoffed, “What do you think?”
A crash sounded from the front entrance.
“What the?” the doctor said, startled.
Then they heard a rasping voice, “You won’t be getting away anytime soon.”
“They got in!” Dr. Kanlyz was so surprised that he shouted out loud. He struck his mouth. “Shoot!”
“I know where you are,” the zombie taunted.
They heard the sound of several pairs of feet stepping on the marble floor. Oddly, the sound of footsteps also came from upstairs, walking down the steps to the first floor.
“It’s my great-great-grandfather, Rizeimbor! I’ve been caring for him. How’s he coming down? He’s 178,” said the puzzled doctor.
Rizeimbor, as Dr. Kanlyz called him, appeared at the foot of the stairs. Lines of old age appeared all over his face and hands. He held a cane. In his free hand was a stick, a short stick. The zombie started for him. Then it froze as he spoke in a weakened voice,

“You have risen up from below the grounds,
Roamed the soil above like prowling hounds.
You have caused deaths,
You have helped none,
You have caused wrecks,
You have done wrong.
Stop your prowling,
Stop your moaning.
Return to ground,
Let peace be found.
Rosevf ierkand, traak deir lei fand.” (Magic arise, this is my last stand.)

The tip of the stick began to glow. Blinding white light lit up the night. The twins covered their eyes. All of a sudden, it came to an end. The light disappeared, along with Rizeimbor and the zombie. A stick lay on the ground, the one the doctors great-great-grandfather had held. No sounds came from outside. There was an eerie silence. Then Martha let out the breath she had been holding.
“What just happened?” Alex said silently, a bit dazed.
“I think he just made the zombies disappear,” said the wide-eyed Dr. Kanlyz.
“What’d he say at the end?” asked Martha, staring blankly at the empty space where Rizeimbor was just a few seconds ago.
“I dunno. Never heard of that language,” the doctor said slowly with a twinge of uneasiness in his voice. He walked over to the dropped stick and picked it up. A piece of paper was wrapped around it. It read simply, farewell. Tears began to form in his eyes. Light glinted on a teardrop as it fell from his eyes, splashing on the paper. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “You should head on home now. I think those dead guys are gone.”
“Okay,” said Alex, a bit unsure of what to do.
“Quickly please.”
The twins returned to the zombie cleansed roads and began walking back home. The disaster caused by them was still there. The storm had calmed down, reduced to a small breeze. The sun was beginning to lower into the distant countryside.
They reached home. Martha went to get some rest. The events of today were too much for her. Alex went to the back window. He looked at the green, healthy looking grass. There was a faint outline of a star on the grass. In the center…was grass.

Magic and Terror

The Discovery

Jayke Arengeare went into the basement of the new house. They had just moved in not long ago. As he walked around, he thought he heard something in his head telling him to grab a place along the wall and pull. He felt along the wall and grabbed a small handle. He pulled using a lot of strength and a square shaped door opened. Inside was a book. That’s weird, he thought.
He pulled it out and saw that there was no title or author. He carefully opened the book, as it looked very old. Placed in the book was a key. There were a few words written in the book. They read simply: Close door. Unlock. Open.
Jayke thought, and then closed the door. He dusted the door and found a keyhole. He took the key, stuck it in the keyhole, and turned. The door opened again, but this time it wasn’t empty. There was a small box in it. Jayke removed it from the small compartment to examine it. It had elaborate faded gold designs engraved all over the box. Though old, the gold still shined. It looked like it was made out of wood.
“Jayke! Dinner!” his mom yelled from upstairs.
“Coming!” Jayke yelled back.
He shut the door and took out the key. Placing the key carefully back in the book, he hurried up the stairs out of the basement. After dinner, he tried putting the key in the keyhole in the box. I didn’t fit. He decided to leave it until tomorrow. He finished his homework and later, went to sleep.
The alarm clock went off.
Jayke whacked the clock to turn it off, and then yawned. “Stupid alarm clock,” he muttered.
He got up, got dressed, brushed his teeth, and went to the dining room. Jayke got a box of cereals out. He pulled, from the fridge, a milk carton. He dumped some cereal and milk into a bowl, picked up a spoon, and started eating the cereal.
His mom came. “Tired?” she asked Jayke.
“Yeah.”
“Did you finish your homework?”
“Yes.”
“Ready for school?”
“Uh-huh”
“Good.”
Jayke put the bowl in the dishwasher and washed the spoon. He picked up his backpack and waved good-bye to his mom. In the backpack were the box and the book. He wanted to show his friends Martha and Alex. He went outside to get to the bus stop. Martha (who lived next door) was already there. The bus came and they got on. They sat in an empty 3-seater.
Jayke took out the book and the box to show Martha.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Something I found in the basement yesterday,” Jayke replied, “I feel some sort of power coming from the box.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t know.”
“What’s in the book?”
“What’s in what book?” came Alex from nowhere.
“Whoa, where’d you come from?” asked Jayke, startled by his sudden appearance.
“Two seats back.” He pointed to the seat. “Anyway, about the book.”
“Right, there’s like nothing in it except for a key and like five words or so of writing.”
“Why so little?” Alex asked.
“No clue.”
“And the book’s that thick!”
Jayke opened the book to show them, but this time there were more words.
“Hey, there are more words!” Jayke exclaimed.
“What do they say?” Martha asked.
“Your room. Right wall. Push.”
“What does that mean? Push the right wall of your room? That’s dumb. It’s like slamming your face into a pole,” Alex said.
“What happened yesterday in the basement?” Martha asked.

Jayke told them about the voice he had heard and how he found the door. How he’d taken out the book and the box from the secret compartment in the wall.
“Interesting,” said Alex, “Can I see that box?”
“Sure.” Jayke handed him the box.
“Have you tried opening it?”
“Yes, using the key, but it didn’t open.”
“Is that gold?” Alex asked a bit to loudly
The bus got a bit noisier because of that. “Quiet down! I’m tryin’ to
drive here!” shouted the bus driver. The bus went quiet instantaneously, and soon talking began again, but not as loud.
“Jeez Alex! Not so loud!” Jayke hissed.
“Well sor-ry! Anyway, is it real gold?” He whispered.
“I don’t know if it is or not, but from the looks of it, maybe.”
“I wonder what’s inside it?”
“Hey, can you guy’s come over to my house after school?”
And girl you mean,” Martha corrected.
“Yeah I can,” Alex said.
“I can too,” Martha said.
“Great.” Jayke said.
Soon the bus arrived at their school. Jayke was bored most of the day, looking at the clock and willing it to go faster. He tried to mentally make it go faster. It didn’t work. He wished he hadn’t looked at the book until the bus ride back home. That way he wouldn’t have tuned out of class so much.
“Jayke, can you please explain what an igneous rock is to everyone please?” asked his science teacher. “Jayke?”
“What? Oh, sorry. Um. Igneous rocks are one of the three major groups of rocks. It is created underground or above ground when magma or lava has solidified.”
“Thank you. Please pay a little more attention during class next time please. Thank you.”
“Sure.”
“I expect more from you Jayke.”
After that, the rest of the day went by the same way. Finally, at the end of the day, he threw on his backpack and ran out of the school. He dashed up the steps onto his bus. He was the first one on.
“Whoa. Slow down there, buddy. What’s the rush?” asked the bus driver.
“Something amazing is going to happen today,” Jayke replied.
“What?”
“I don’t know yet, but something very interesting is going to happen.”
“Huh.”
Jayke continued and took a seat at the front of the bus so he could get off quickly. Pretty soon the bus started to fill up with kids. Again, Alex, Martha, and Jayke sat together in one seat.
They sat in the seat for 30 or so minutes and finally reached Jayke’s stop. He and Martha got off there, but Alex didn’t because he had already been dropped off at the neighboring street. He lived in the house behind
Jayke’s. Alex was waiting for them. Martha had to go ask her parents if she
could go to Jayke’s house. They let her go.
They went into Jayke’s room and looked at the right wall.
“That looks like that wall was made to not move,” Alex commented. “It’s made from concrete.”
“Well it should move,” Jayke said, “if this is real.”
“I hope it is ‘cause that would be awesome.”
They went to the wall started pushing it. They put a lot of pressure one the wall. It shifted, and then it moved a bit. It started moving more and more.
“How much longer, (huff), do we have to push this thing? (Puff) My arms are dying!” Alex said between breaths.
“I don’t know, (huff), but soon!” Jayke was starting to get tired.
Then it suddenly gave away. They fell onto the floor that had been exposed from the wall, but instead of crashing into the ground and breaking their noses, they went through the ground and fell.
Falling, faster and faster. Screaming.
It seemed like hours. If not, days.
Then they hit rock bottom. Strangely, they hadn’t gotten hurt. Not a single bruise or scratch.
There was a long hallway, seeming to go on into infinity. When they came crashing down, all had gone quiet for a huge shadow covered them. There was a giant in the house.

Magic

Its back was turned to them. It seamed to be working on something.
“I’m going to check the book,” Jayke whispered to Martha and Alex.
“Do it fast,” Martha whispered back.
Jayke opened his backpack slowly so that the sound of the zipper would be reduced. He slowly took out the book and flipped it open. There were new words:

Into the Mystic Room you fall, into the never-ending hall.
Where the Cyclops is working, while guarding what you’re seeking.
On the table lies the key; the lock will soon be free.
Another box is here, the key is not near.
Drink the blood-red water, Jayke, the power of fire is now awake.
Fall in through the black water, and save the true Ledgazee leader.
Defeat the evil Ledgazee by fire, and escape or the Cyclopes will appear.

Jayke showed the book to Martha and Alex.
“So that’s a Cyclopes? Oh boy,” whispered Alex.
“We can’t reach the table with the Cyclopes there, so we need to lure it away,” Martha said.
“Great idea,” Alex whispered, then to the Cyclopes, “Hey booger face! Is that your face or did someone put it in an oven?”
“Alex! Not like that!” shouted Martha.
“Then what way? Oh. Never mind. Gotta run.”
The Cyclopes had turned to face them.
 

Shadow

Chapter 1

It was the last day of school. Alex had just gotten home and he heard his little brother shouting, “Schools over! Schools over! Rargh!” Andrew jumped onto Alex and knocked him over.
“Ow! Hey, kid, calm down!”
“I’m not a kid, kid!”
Alex dragged him along with him to the refrigerator to get something to eat. He took out a box of chocolate chip ice cream.
“Can I have some? Can I, can I?” His brother asked.
“Yeah, yeah.” Alex put some ice cream into two bowls and gave one to his brother.
“Tanks kid.” Andrew ran to the couch in the living room and turned on the TV. Alex followed.
Alex’s mom came into the living room from upstairs, “Welcome home honey! How was your last day at school?”
“Good,” Alex replied.
“Do you know what would make it better?”
“What?”
“A vacation of course.”
“To where?”
“Hiking in the Shadow Forest and other fun places.”
“Yay-ish. That forest sounds all mysterious and creepy.”
“Where leaving tomorrow so get packing.”
Alex went to get packed. He emptied his backpack of the things he brought home from school and filled it again with stuff for the trip. He picked up a book to put into his backpack, froze, and then dropped it. He suddenly saw an image in his mind:

A black castle loomed in a black sky. No light came from the windows. Mysterious figures flew around it. Dead trees grew all around. A black shadow walked slowly towards him with a knife. It appeared to have no physical body. It spoke, “Prepare for your death.”

Alex shook himself. How odd, he thought. He bent down to pick up his book and began to feel scared. Someone, or something wanted to kill him.
He finished packing and placed the backpack next to his backpack for the next day. Alex logged on to the computer and searched their vacation site. He didn’t find anything about an actual forest.

The next day they left for the trip. They drove for miles and miles. Alex eventually fell asleep.

It was misty. An old man appeared. He took out a small bag. In it were round objects, pulsing with a dull white light. He handed them to Alex. He took it. The man whispered one word, “Protection.”

By the time he woke up, they had arrived at the forest. It felt deserted.
They got out of the car and walked to the trail, Shadow Trail as the sign read.
“Our hike has officially begun,” Alex’s dad announced.
They entered. The trees loomed over them, letting little light through their leaves. The trail led uphill and became narrow. The sides were steep. There were no sounds of animals.
“I wanna go home!” shouted Andrew.
“I think we should go somewhere else,” Alex said quietly.
“It’s a bit dark,” said his mom, “We should go on another trail that’s a bit lighter.”
They turned around and walked out of the forest and went to another trail. This one was lighter. They walked on a bridge that curved over a small pond. A shadow was visible on the water though it came from nothing. Alex felt cold. It began to get windy. Then the rain came. The family ran back to the car and got in.
“Well that sure ruined the hike. I’m getting a hotel. We’ll go hiking after we visit the amusement park and beach tomorrow,” Alex’s dad said.
“Amusement park? Yay!” Andrew screamed with excitement.
“Ow! My ears!” cried Alex.
“Oops. You’ll be OK kid.”
They got to the hotel and set down their things. Andrew turned on the hotel rooms TV.

It was sunny today. At the amusement park, they rode several rides. There was also a water park. When Alex rode the slide, he thought he saw another shadow on the water behind him. The water got cold. His teeth began to chatter. Then he splashed into the water as he exited the slide and the shadow disappeared. He was starting to get uneasy. He wanted to go home, he didn’t want to be there anymore. He felt like something was haunting him, following him everywhere he went. His vision before the trip helped add to his fear.
Then they went to the beach. Andrew played in the sand. Alex and his parents swam in the water. Once when he went under the water, he heard something calling, “Come to us…”
Alex got out of the water and went to Andrew. He decided not to go back into the water. He helped Andrew build his sand castle for the rest of the time.
They returned to the hotel. Alex’s mom was about to wash the clothes they had changed out of on the beach and the water park. She checked the pockets for anything that hadn’t been taken out yet. When she checked Alex’s pants, she found a small bag that contained what looked like marbles.
“Alex, what’s this?” she asked.
“What’s what?” He froze. “Where’d that come from?”
“Your pocket. Shouldn’t you have known that?”
“Oh.” He took the bag and took one of the balls out. How did it get here? Wasn’t that just a dream? He wondered. He placed in his pocket. He was really scared now.
“Honey, you’re white as a ghost! What’s wrong?” His mom asked
“Nothing.” He knew something was defiantly wrong. He had to investigate, even though he knew it was dangerous. They were going to the forest next. He’d start there.
The family returned to the forest. Again, Alex got cold. He knew an evil presence was in the forest. He had to force himself to go into the forest with the rest of his family. He went in.
This trail was the lighter trail they had gone to just yesterday. They came to the bridge, the one that went over the pond. The pond seemed drier than yesterday.
They passed the bridge, back into the trees. The trees seemed to close in on them. Light still shone but less and less.
“Where’s Andrew?” Alex’s dad asked. Andrew had disappeared.
“What? Uh-oh, Andrew’s up to no good again,” Alex’s mom said. “Andrew!”
Alex knew something wasn’t right. They went in search of Andrew. Alex chose to run ahead. He reached the bridge before his parents had arrived. Andrew stood on the side of the bridge, looking into the pond. There was no more water in the pond. What was left was a hole that couldn’t be seen with the water on it. The hole seemed bottomless.
“Don’t you wonder what’s at the bottom of that hole?” asked Andrew, but it wasn’t Andrew’s voice. Cold sweat formed on Alex. He felt like he would go down with a fever. Andrew slowly turned his head towards Alex. His eyes were all white. He grinned.

Chapter 2

Shadow Preview

Chapter 1

It was the last day of school. Alex had just gotten home and he heard his little brother shouting, “Schools over! Schools over! Rargh!” Andrew jumped onto Alex and knocked him over.
“Ow! Hey, kid, calm down!”
“I’m not a kid, kid!”
Alex dragged him along with him to the refrigerator to get something to eat. He took out a box of chocolate chip ice cream.
“Can I have some? Can I, can I?” His brother asked.
“Yeah, yeah.” Alex put some ice cream into two bowls and gave one to his brother.
“Tanks kid.” Andrew ran to the couch in the living room and turned on the TV. Alex followed.
Alex’s mom came into the living room from upstairs, “Welcome home honey! How was your last day at school?”
“Good,” Alex replied.
“Do you know what would make it better?”
“What?”
“A vacation of course.”
“To where?”
“Hiking in the Shadow Forest and other fun places.”
“Yay-ish. That forest sounds all mysterious and creepy.”
“Where leaving tomorrow so get packing.”
Alex went to get packed. He emptied his backpack of the things he brought home from school and filled it again with stuff for the trip. He picked up a book to put into his backpack, froze, and then dropped it. He suddenly saw an image in his mind:

A black castle loomed in a black sky. No light came from the windows.  Mysterious figures flew around it. Dead trees grew all around. A black shadow walked slowly towards him with a knife. It appeared to have no physical body. It spoke, “Prepare for your death.”

Alex shook himself. How odd, he thought. He bent down to pick up his book and began to feel scared. Someone, or something wanted to kill him.