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Aveyond: The Darkthrop Prophecy (Fan-made interperatation)

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I've had this idea for a really long time, so I decided to write it. I also have this posted on Fanfiction.net, but since there are more Aveyond fans on here... *shrugs*

 

WARNING: MAJOR theories going on later. Read if you dare- you may be overloaded with theories (Oh noes! Run away from ze theories!)

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Aveyond

 

~Prologue~

 

Everything about his location was odd, thought the man standing in the mighty ruins. The rays from the half-moon seemed to tumble from its source in thick waves, but stopping abrubtly a few feet above his head as if there was a barrier there. The air was thick and heavy and tasted heavily of must. Even the sounds were strange, as there was a faint howling in his ear. Part of it probably was his weakened human senses, things had been much clearer when he was a vampire. Still, they didn't call this the ruins of the Demon Caves.

 

"M-Master, is this the place?" asked the trembling boy beside him. The man sighed. Why he had taken in the boy was a mystery to him. The child had no backbone- he trembled at the sight of spiders. Still, the man thought, he was a demon summoner, and his only hope. If he could hold on long enough, that is. The first two demons that were summoned had drained his energy so much that standing was a tremendous effort- the man could see his legs trembling.

 

"Yes," the man sighed. "And it is time now." He backed up to the exit of the cave. "Her name is Indra, by the way."

 

The man stood, arms crossed, and waited. He knew how the summoning would go- at least, he thought. This time he knew to stand back, a privlage that the cowardly boy didn't have. From his posistion he could see the long, angry burns covering the back of the boy's legs. The boy stood extremely still, though what he was actually sdoing was a mystery to the man.

 

Suddenly, the cave was filled with ice. The man heard the boy yelp and try to jump back, but he was frozen in place. A dark cloud of ice sped around the room, until it stopped infront of the boy. Slowly, the ice filling the room faded as the cloud became solid, slowly inching up from the floor. Soon, an ice sculpture of beautiful woman was in front of the boy. Is this it? Thought the man angrily. If the boy had messed up....

 

Gasping for breath, the man heard the boy weakly shout, "Indra!" before he fell to the floor. A cold wind blew through the room, blasting the man's black hair behind him. The ice sculpture woman, stirred, then the ice shattered, and and actual woman was standing before him. She took one step forward, her steps smooth.

 

"Hello," she said in a quiet, fluid tone. "It is good to be out again. It has been so long since the last time..." The man noticed how beautiful the woman- or, more accurately, the daeva- was. Her long icy blue hair flowed smoothly to her waist where it met her creamy blue gown. Her skin complemented both colors, being only a slightly darker shade than her hair. "I assume my brother Saurva has been summoned, also?"

 

"Him and Agas," the man replied. "I have sent them to...retrieve, if you wish... another." The next words he spoke were in an urgent whisper. "You know of the orbs, right? And Darkthrop?" A smile appeared on Indra's icy-blue face.

 

"Yes, I do. I may be a daeva, but I know as Daena. Holding her soul allows one to know such things." It was odd the way she smiled, how it seemed like she was daring you to think she liked you, while she was scheming on the inside. The man leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. Indra listened.

 

The two were so locked in conversation that they didn't notice a fiery disruption in the air- how could they, considering the warmth of the desert? No, Indra only realized someone else was with them when he was just behind her. "Dear brother," she said, leaning back away from the man. "How nice of you to join us."

 

The man turned to face Saurva. "It worked, right? You found him?" The daeva nodded.

 

"It was easy." Saurva grinned. "So, what is next?"

 

"Yes," Indra added. "What is next?" She drew her cool hands around her. "I do hope it does not involve staying out in this desert for much longer. I cannot stand heat." Indra looked to her brother. "How did you tolerate it out here?" She stared at him for a second. "Oh, right."

 

"Wait," the man said. "Where is Agas?" Saurva's jaw set.

 

"He stayed to see if the enchantments worked. You know, the druid's?"

 

"Oh, yes."

 

"He does not trust him, does he?" Indra asked. "I do not blame him. Remember the last time there was a druid with us?" Saurva nodded.

 

"And Agas does not like anyone."

 

"Poor Agas," Indra said softly. "He is too young to realize the truth." She lifted her head and turned it to look sideways at Saurva. "Do you remember when we were first turned? We did not believe it was true." And with that a shadow came over Saurva's usually cheerful face. It was always like that when their daeva transformation was mentioned.

 

The man stepped in between them. "Enough," he said loudly. "We need to focus on our task at hand."

 

"Wait," Indra interrupted. "What of the other daevas? Are you going to use them too- or just us three?" She saw the man's eyes widen as he turned and ran back into the cavern, to the body of the boy. Indra turned and ran after him.

 

"Indra," he whispered urgently. "Heal him. Now." Indra knelt beside the man.

 

"Why?" she asked. "Why does he mean anything to you?" The man's jaw set.

 

"He is a demon summoner. A powerful one. That's how I summoned you Agas and Saurva."

 

"Alright.." Indra said with more than a little uncertainty. "But I have never tried to heal anyone besides myself- well, I did heal Saurva once, but he is a daeva- so it may not work too well."

 

"Just do it," the man said through clenched teeth. "It will take a lifetime to find another with his power." Indra closed her eyes tight and placed a hand on the boy's chest. She could feel his breathing- uneven and slow. She went inside herself and trickled energy out of herself, into her hand, into the boy...

 

A choking sound brought Indra to reality. The boy was sitting up, not quite alert but with much more life than she had seen in him before. She was surprised how well her healing had worked- she never had quite mastered that art. No, when a davea was hurt, Zarich was always the healer.

 

For a second the boy simply sat, stunned, jis eyes unfocused. Then, he gave alittle shudder. "No," he whispered softly. "Not more."

 

The man smiled, a mischevious smile. "My boy, we are just getting started." Indra knew that look. It was the same one she had seen on the face of Ahriman, the deity who had sent her to retrieve the druid Daena's soul.

 

"Gyendal Ravenfoot," she said quietly. "What are you planning?"

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That was rather intriguing, although too mysterious and prologue-y for me to have much to say yet.

 

If you don't consider it a spoiler, you could possibly mention in the title this has daevas. Or I could just spare you the trouble and tell Daeva_Agas myself... which is all simply a roundabout way of my saying that, were daevas to appear in TDP, there are some people around who would be enormously pleased about it.

 

(Personally I doubt it. But who knows? *shrug* Will be interesting to read what you do with it.)

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Blurble- Yep, that was my goal. Be as mysterious as possible. And the daevas have a very minor role in this, very similar to their appearances in AV1. I really only used them because I didn't want to create a group of element-based mages (although I could have...) but, really that's it.

 

Anyway, my version will be so weird that the real will be nothing like it- I can guarantee that.

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I'm here, because Blurble told me. Do I need a general knowledge of how AV3 works? Because otherwise I won't understand any of this.

 

PS: The daevas, woo hoo!! Cheerful Saurva, huh? That's rare! Congratulations. Everyone seemed to... make him some sort of pissy guy for some reason.

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Really? I haven't read many stories on here yet, much less daeva ones, but that's how Saurva always was for me.

 

You probably need a basic understanding of AV3 (I could give you a summary, if you wish) and very, very basic of AV2.

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Stupid writer's block...I'm not even halfway through the next chapter and I am 100% stuck. I can't believe it. It's easier to write about uber-creepy Gyendal than the main character, Mel. Unbelievable.

 

And it's not even just the mnext chapter. I've tried to write snippets of what's coming. I can't get anything out. On any of my writing, and that's about 8 stories. This is probably some of the worst writer's block I've had in a while.

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Ack. I'm sorry to hear that.

(I hate writer's block).

I'd recommend reading other stuff to get your creative juices back? (Mrabelle's fics. Marabelle's fics.)

On the other hand maybe you don't want to do that...

 

Eeek I dunno what advice to give.

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That's okay- usually reading stuff helps me with creativity, or replaying the game- I'll always find some little detail then run off to write a fanfiction about it, get an idea for something else halfway through, write that down, and forget about the other one.

 

By the way, I just read all of Uncertainty Principle, and loved it. It did sort of help with a later plot point... *evil grin*

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I am not inspired to write fanfics! But one of the things i have been known to do to help cure writer's block is to:

 

1) pick your music - so important. For the main character in my current novel it is Led Zeppelin and Robert Plant's solo works. for my Fairy Tales it is usually Mozart or Elgar (classical) I am fairly obsessive so I run it thru the headphones. that gives me instant isolation too.

 

2.) I carry a notebook and everytimne I have an idea I write it down.

There are some good ideas in the A.M. Writers Club subforum in the Clubhouse in the Village Square

 

Good Luck!

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Okay, so I have some good new and bad news. The bad is that I will be away for a week, at a camp with barely any electricity, so I can't update at all. But, it may bring me some new ideas, and there's about three hours of free time every day, so I might be able to write a bit then.

 

And, I'm currently working on a scene for the second, or possibly first, depending on how long it is, chapter.

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