Portal
If you read my first entry, you should have caught the part about me being a writer. I am in the process of writing twenty different stories. My most proudest one is called Portal.
Portal is about a world created purely on creativity and imagination. There are these “doorways” from that world to ours called portals. Portals are spheres of pink and silver energy. Portal Roamers, are a group of people who keep order and peace throughout the different worlds and who have been blessed with the gift of being able to blast pink and silver burstd of energy. Black and Blue Magicians, gited with the power of a blue and black black hole, picture the world of Portals differently, with dictators and tyrants. After World War II, we all know how that would have turned out.
Lately, these evil magicians have been becoming more and more powerful, each portal site becoming darker and darker. A Portal Roamer by the name of Effrain, disappears into our world to find those who have the gift of the Portals. Another man named Eaun, hears a prophesy concerning the chosen six, who would bring peace back and would rule for twenty years. Armed with the prophesy and a Citizen of the Portals, he tries to discover the chosen six. Then, one day, he sees that the very people who control the future of imagination, are a couple of teenagers. They learn how to control their powers quickly, but a run with another force turns there world upside down when they find out they one of their six will never return. Each go on a journey within themselves, preparing to fight perhaps the most powerful Black Witch in history.
Here’s in excerpt for those who’ve I’ve captured in my web of words:
Portal
Prologue
Kyriisa and Efrain struggled with the seemingly-infinite blast of black energy. They released their small rays and ducked down, creating a pink and silver dome around them. A black-haired lady leapt onto the dome and thrust her gloved-hand into it, her pale face shining with triumph. The dome shook, streaks of blue climbing over it. When it turned a transarent blue, it exploded, causing nearby trees to fall over and leaving Efrain and Kyriisa prone to attack. “I don’t know why or how think you are going to defeat me.” the black-haired lady snarled. Her breath came out in a white cloud.
“You underestimate me, don’t you A’isha.” Efrain said. “I know about you and Abban.”
A’isha, the black-haired villian eyes seemed to flicker with fear, but that was soon replaced by fierce anger. “Jesmine will be a powerful warrior. No one will ever be able to defeat her. My people’s values will finally be respected. No way you can round up Portal Roamers to defeat her!” A’isha yelled.
Effrain flew up in an attempt to land on A’isha, but she kicked him to the ground, and in sudden swiftness, she raised a fist as a sinister orb formed around her hand. She grabbed Kyriisa’s throat with the other hand. “Surrender or your special sweetheart is through!” Kryriisa’s eyes widened as her usually semi-curly hair seemes to dull.
Efrain just simply raised his hands. “I give up. Here are my weapons.” Efrain tossed a couple of silver stones, a cherry-wood slingshot, and a small sphere, with pink and silver swirling dangerously around it.
A’isha threw Kyriisa aside as Kyriisa gasped for air. She blasted the sphere with a narow ray of blue energy. It blasted into tiny pieces. A billow of silver gases twisted with each other and formed a portal. “Oh!” A’isha gasped and started breathing quickly as she was sucked into the portal.
“Kyriisa, are you all right?” Efrain asked, taking her into his arms.
“What will happen now?” she asked in a whisper.
“I’ll go into reality and find someone who will help fix this mess. I’ll try to hurry my love.” They embraced and with a flick of a hand, Efrain went into the portal and disappeared and would not return untill several years later.
Chapter 1
The first day of school was to be in three days. An middle-aged professor was bent over a pile of books, beads of sweat pouring down a stressed face. His brown, nearly black hair was untidy, and there were ink stains on his hands. He could hear the only other person in the house moaning in his sleep. He sighed. “Eaun… Eaun” He thought someone kept whispering his name.
It was oddly cold outside, winding beating against his tall stained glass windows. Dark clouds of black covered the sun. This had worried the professor. Pine needles tapped the glass, but not loud enough to drown out a small knock on the doors. Fustrated, he rose from the table and an older woman stumbled inside. He caught her before she hit the floor and lifted her back on her feet. “I am suprised to see you Daphne, I thought you were supposed to be in the portals.”
“I…I” Daphne muttered, but she then fell to the floor again.
The man pulled her up, and guided her to the study. She plopped into an armchair. The woman’s green eyes suddenly became huge, and her frizzy orange hair seemed to crackle with energy. “I see danger, darkness…” Daphne wheezed. The professer would reconize that look anywhere. She was going to have a prophesy! He listened attentively as she spoke:
”YOU HAVE BEEN SENT HERE FOR A VERY SPECIAL PURPOSE… IT WILL BE FUFILLED… YOU ARE NOT TO LOOK FOR AN ARMY, BUT A CERTAIN SIX… BLESSED THE POWER TO STOP THE SURGE OF THE DARK… BUT THE THING YOU VERY FEAR MAY SOON COME TO PASS… ENCOURAGE GROWTH, FRIENDSHIP, AND ALERTNESS… TRAIN THE SIX… LEAD THEM TO THEIR DESTINIED PORTAL THRONE…”
Daphne shook her head, breaking the trance. “What? Where am I? Is that you…” Daphne stopped.
There was a whirring noise, a loud groan and a crack echoed the almost empty home. The man rushed outside as the dark clouds released their wet burdans. There was a tree branch, laying dead on the ground. Next to it was a dark-wood box with odd scenes inscribed on the sides and lid. The edges were bordered with swirls and the hinges and lock were a glowing silver. The professor jiggled the lock, put it wouldn’t undo. The professor thought for a moment, then waved his hand over the lock. A streak of silver threaded itself around the lock, and the lock popped. Inside, there were six odd shaped charms, either pink or silver. When fit together, they formed what looked like a portal. The box was lined with a shimery silver and pink velvet that swirled just like a portal. Eaun, the professor, was a Portal Roamer, living outside, in reality.
Note:
Very few have, not having good enough reason to leave. Eaun left the portals to find the six prophesied by Daphne. The seer hadn’t been very specific on the actual people. Could they nearby, or would the be in somewhere like Tazmania?
Everything is connected in some way. Everything has something in common with it’s opposite, even if it’s something real obvious, like a cat and a dog are both animals, or both can be pets. The Portal world can be connected to your world, reality, through a portal, a sphere of swirling pink and silver. Many people have mastered the art of creating energy much like the portal. Portal Roamers create peace and defeat those of the other side, hiding the identity of the mystical world from nosy humans like yourself. Scientists have to understand everything, but the portal is to not understood, for it is a place of imagination and creativity.
Of course, like your world, the portals have and evil side. A black hole, a sphere of black and blue, transports to a place of no return. Some, but very few, have mastered the dark and powerful side of the portal. With Blue and Black Magic, one can create a portal and a black hole, but very few Portal Roamers have sucessfully ceated a black hole.
The portal’s, at this time, are facing great danger and darkness. A new Black Magician has been born and trained by A’isha. This new evil ally, Jesmine, seems to be especially gifted with evil, breaking most shields with a simple streak, and creating a black hole with a simple flick of her hand. The Portal’s are going to need backup, maybe even a new leader. It is Eaun’s and Effrain’s job to do this. Eaun knows the prophesy, and hopefully it will come true.
This story is the journey of many. Insights of their thoughts, feelings, actions, points of view on others, and their perspective of a situation. This is as life-like as I can make it, but then again, you’ve probably never seen a portal, so you think this is fictional. Well, wait untill this unbelivable phenomenom is revealed, heroes are unknown, nobody knows what to do, and it seems like you’re the only one who can help. Reveal your inner portal, for it may be the only defense. There’s no time to prepare. Dive into the unknown…
08/21/2007 | ken |
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You have such a imagination. I could never do anything like this. Keep up the GREAT work! Your awesome. Love ya!!
http://roper5.com/images/79.jpgTiffany
Aug 22, 06:53 PM
Great job, Kenn!! I can’t wait to read more!!
http://roper5.com/images/79.jpgKim
Aug 27, 07:10 AM
I am very intrigued! I would like to read more. You are a very good writer!
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Sep 12, 06:59 AM