TheChroniclesoftheBoy

The Chronicles of the Boy

Written By: Jacob T. Crihfield

 

Table of Contents

Chapter One- Bad Birthday: Pgs. 2-__

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Chapter One: Bad Birthday

Every story should start with birth, it marks the beginning of
everything that happens to a person, but unfortunately with a birth
comes a death.

“It shouldn’t be like this brother! You know it should be me, but
you always have to take all of the glory don’t you?” Mortis Principe, or
prince of death, says obviously flustered. Vita Regis, king of life, looks
at Mortis apologetically.

“I’m sorry brother, but we can’t have a mutt of death claiming
victory, it just isn’t… clean, if you know what I mean.”

Mortis’s eyes change to a shimmering purple and Vita stutters
back a couple feet.

“No.’’ Mortis takes a deep angered breath. “I don’t understand. I
didn’t choose to be the freak that somewhat rules all darkness, and
you know what? I don’t understand that either. Why in the gone am I
not allowed to control what is rightfully mine? It’s literally in my name!
I’m a Divine for damn sakes brother, treat me like one.” Vita gives
Mortis a disgusted face.

“You’re no Divine, after what you did to your own mother, not to
mention mother. Why did you do it? Why did you murder us Mortis? Did
your temper get the best of you? Did-”

“Enough!” Mortis interrupts Vita with a burst of force closing the
ghostly connection Mortis was using to talk to his dead brother.

~-~-~

Carthine screams, as any mother would giving birth, but this birth
is a rather special one, it’s the birth of A.K., the protagonist, well at
least the most important.

“Push!” Carthine continues to scream avoiding the deliverers
orders. The deliverer lets out an impatient sigh.

“Carthine, as your friend, I strongly suggest that you push, before
it suffocates. The deliverers comment gets to Carthine, and she
pushes.

“One more.” the deliverer says slightly less exasperated.

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“I can’t, it hurts!” The deliverer chuckles at this, the deliverer has
had many experiences with childbirth, but he has yet to hear anyone
say something so… clear, so obvious until now.

“I can see that deary, just one more.” Carthine takes a breath
and pushes. The baby comes out to a shock of unaccustomed shapes
and colors, he cries instantly, bothered to be woken from its organic
incubator.
~-~-~

My journey starts here, I don’t know where it starts, I don’t know
how it ends, but I know it’ll be a great one. I’ve got a good feeling
about this time around, this is a new life, for new adventures.

Thomas, R​eiline, and Herand wind through the crowded streets
of Ivory Hallow. A merchant hands a man a loaf of bread.

“That’s ten gales please.” She smiles helplessly at the mans
shocked expression.

“Ten gales?!” The woman returns the shocked expression

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