User:EcuramFerata/NaNoWriMo

These are my NaNoWriMo entires. Please note that they are very plot revealing.

Hevoc of Havoc
“Hevoc, stop killing Ecuram! Ecuram, stop killing Hevoc!” Amaros would yell at us every day.

You may be wondering why Amaros said ‘Stop killing each other’, and even ‘who the heck are you people and why are your names so freaking weird and scary!?’ Well, there’s a simple response to everything.

My name is Ecuram Ferata and I’m a Rejin Hyperderika- a mortal with bizarre powers. Hevoc is a Derika. Derikas are kind of like Hyperderikas, but weaker. Both can die infinitely and can live under things that would make a regular person go insane. And our names. … They aren’t really our real-real names, just Rejin Names. My English name is Erik. Hevoc’s is Harold.

“I said stop killing each other!” Amaros growled, breaking us apart.

He shoved us away from each other.

“It was only sparring!” Hevoc said with slight frustration.

Amaros sighed and looked at both of us, obviously unhappy.

“It wasn’t if you’re killing each other, Hevoc. Don’t even think about saying that, Ecuram” Amaros said, still quite unhappy.

I had opened up my mouth to speak. Amaros could read minds, despite the tier unless it’s stronger than him.

Amaros is our trainer. He usually takes the form of a blue dog with red eyes, even though he isn’t of darkness. He’s a shape shifter, as well as a deity. He is nice and carefree most of the time, but can get grouchy on a bad day or if you’re ‘Sparring’, as Hevoc and I were.

“Sorry, Amaros.” Hevoc and I said in unison.

Amaros walked off, muttering about sheep and how they get sheared. Hevoc and I instantly looked back at each other.

“Well, that was close. I’m surprised Amaros hasn’t considered The Paradox yet.” Hevoc said.

I smirked.

“He would never do that.” I said.

Hevoc walked around a little, drawing a goatee with a random marker, and imitating me.

“Oh, Amaros would NEVER do anything to hurt us. Especially not me, because I’m his favorite student. He doesn’t like you as much because you aren’t as uplifting as me, Hevoc.” He said in a horrid voice imitation.

I laughed. Sometimes the funniest is the most stupid of things.

“First off, that voice is WAY off pitch. My voice is a bit higher and less ominous. Second off, my goatee isn’t sideways. Oh, and I have blue eyes. Not purple ones.” I said jokingly.

Hevoc grinned.

“This is why we’re friends. Despite difficulties and our complete differences, despite the fact you’re angelic, and I’m demonic, despite the fact we’re supposed to be enemies, we’re still friends.” Hevoc said gladly.

And it was true. We were meant to be sworn enemies, but for some reason, we’re not. For some reason, we’re really good friends. I’ve only had one kind of friendship like this before and it was with a mortal.

“It’s dinner time!” Amaros called off in the distance.

We both ran towards the dining table- where everything begins.

4 YEARS EARLIER

He was strapped in a bed. He was cold. He was alone. A shadow went over him and grimaced.

“This experiment is going better than I expected. That Ferata is knocked out cold and doesn’t know he’s even here!” the person said.

The young 12 year old was Ecuram. The man standing over him was Ayak Krahm. Ecuram was but a zaechin at this time- a lesser being than Derika. Ecuram woke up and weakly rose his head.

“Emily? Where are you? It’s so cold.” He asked.

Ayak laughed. The laugh was sour like a lemon. It was so sour, there are no real words to describe but a Rejin one- ‘Shrakmal’, meaning wretched beyond words.

“I see a light. Do I go towards it?” Ecuram asked to nothing.

Ayak’s grin faded. He was killing him! This was the exact opposite of what he wanted. Ayak wanted Ecuram to be knocked out. Not dying! He punched the zaechin and it instantly was knocked out. A tooth flew out of his mouth, falling on the floor.

Soon Ayak thought. Soon Ecuram will be a Hyperderika and my final experiment will be complete.

The man named Ayak wasn’t even much a man. He was an alchemist alive since the Renascence- corrupt with time and the evil he has encountered. The story of the alchemist is a long and dreadful one.

He was once in a magic book store his mother warned him not to go. The librarian, James Karaguam, recommended a book of alchemy to Ayak. Ayak ate the information up. But that wasn’t enough. He wanted to actually do the things in the book. So, one day when Ayak was 34, he took 8 silver coins and said a spell. The silver had instantly been transmuted into gold. Ayak was happy. He could be the richest man on earth. He wanted to be more than the richest man on earth, though. He wanted immortality.

Ayak read more and more about alchemy until the librarian died. In his will, the librarian had left Ayak every book in his collection. Transmuting, creation, destruction, genetics, and everything you could ever think of. With the knowledge, Ayak hand-made an entirely new race- The Rejins.

The Rejins were forgers. They were tough, built for fighting. A lot of famous gladiators were Rejins. The Rejins became smart quickly. Ayak didn’t want them to rebel against them, so he created a dimension- Rejinia.

Rejinia already existed, but Ayak didn’t care. He had a place to put them. The Rejins were thrown into Rejinia, no way out, no defense, and no knowledge of what was inside. It is unclear of what happened beyond then, but one thing is for sure. He experimented on zaechins to attempt to make them Derikas or even Hyperderikas. If he succeeded, he could cause complete Armageddon.

And he did succeed.

“Amaros, who’s your best friend?” Deramor, my twin brother asked.

Amaros thought about the question for a while.

“My best friend is Dreithar. Zecromoda is my father and Myria is my mother,” Amaros said as if it was a question he was asked every day.

Dreithar is a giant wingless dragon with two tales with lots of spikes, ten foot long fangs, and two fifteen foot horns. Zecromoda is a winged white dragon with caring golden eyes, one regular tales, and is at least fifty feet tall. Nobody knows what Myria looks like but God, Zecromoda, and Amaros. And nobody wants to speak of how she looks, anyways.

“Amaros, don’t you have a fabled sibling?” Hevoc asked.

Amaros suddenly paled. The question seemed to have startled him greatly.

“Yes.” He began. “My brother is Anakulath, the Wraith Lord himself. I pulled a prank on him on April 1st and he fell for it. That’s why you call it April fool’s Day.”

There was silence after that. All that was heard was the sound of fork, spoon, plate, and gulping. The question caused silence. Everybody had known the legend, but nobody knew if it was true or not. Amaros had just confirmed it- in front of us. Then, I received a question.

“Ecuram, is it true that Ayak Krahm himself attacked and turned you into something stronger than a Derika?” somebody asked.

I wasn’t sure who it was, because several things happened at once. Hevoc vanished somewhere, Amaros was yelling at everybody to shut up because it wasn’t an appropriate question for a small camp, everybody was discussing the 4-year old history, and I was punched it the back Tbc