Chaos
The very word would seen anyone into a speech about how it ruined everything. How it was only a word said to scare people. Too often was it assumed to be nothing but a word said when something hectic existed at one time. Too often did one just assume it was a word, and nothing else.
Yet ages ago, back when the first beings lived on Earth, the word was a creature. A creature that created this word. It was ferocious. It was evil. It was a young Goddess who first was a human female that wore clothes made of feathers. Pale white skin covered her thin build, with black eyes that could stare down anyone foolish enough to stand in her way. Her back was graced in four bird-like black as raven wings that were silky smooth to the touch. Her head bore black hair that was bundled within a bird skull.
One day the Goddess was betrayed when humans didn't give thanks to her. She went mad, and killed them all in a rage that is now referred to as 'Chaos' fall'. A day that would cause people to honor it to try to soothe her rage centuries after it had happened.
But they all though she was gone. Yet this thought was wrong.
In a museum was an old giant box that was chained shut and bolted shut. The entire thing was hidden within a block of concrete. It had been dug up under the bridge, but no one really knew what it was. The museum sent out papers, asking if anyone would come and examine the concrete...
The very word would seen anyone into a speech about how it ruined everything. How it was only a word said to scare people. Too often was it assumed to be nothing but a word said when something hectic existed at one time. Too often did one just assume it was a word, and nothing else.
Yet ages ago, back when the first beings lived on Earth, the word was a creature. A creature that created this word. It was ferocious. It was evil. It was a young Goddess who first was a human female that wore clothes made of feathers. Pale white skin covered her thin build, with black eyes that could stare down anyone foolish enough to stand in her way. Her back was graced in four bird-like black as raven wings that were silky smooth to the touch. Her head bore black hair that was bundled within a bird skull.
One day the Goddess was betrayed when humans didn't give thanks to her. She went mad, and killed them all in a rage that is now referred to as 'Chaos' fall'. A day that would cause people to honor it to try to soothe her rage centuries after it had happened.
But they all though she was gone. Yet this thought was wrong.
In a museum was an old giant box that was chained shut and bolted shut. The entire thing was hidden within a block of concrete. It had been dug up under the bridge, but no one really knew what it was. The museum sent out papers, asking if anyone would come and examine the concrete...
Lazaro went to the museum to examine the box. He looked at it and sensed a powerful aura coming from it. "I honestly don't know what to tell you. This box is really old, but besides that I have no clue"
''Well, it's pretty old too. We found it under the bridge, but why would it be there? It's in concrete, like someone was trying to hide it..'' The spokesperson inquired.
Intricate carvings of a large creature covered the concrete darkly, a warning.
Intricate carvings of a large creature covered the concrete darkly, a warning.
Lazaro looked at the box again "I'd like to perform some tests on it. If its ok with you."
''Do whatever you have to. We just have to find out what this thing is.'' The replied lightly.
The box rattled lightly from the concrete, something screeching silently from within.
The box rattled lightly from the concrete, something screeching silently from within.
"now please leave I need compleaty concentration in this" said Lazaro running his hand over the carvings
The spokesperson leaves.
The carvings were weathered down badly, but appeared readable. A rune for 'chaos' was barely seen on the block, faded. The chains were tight, but rusted. Chisel marks could be seen where the diggers had hit it several times from digging it out.
The carvings were weathered down badly, but appeared readable. A rune for 'chaos' was barely seen on the block, faded. The chains were tight, but rusted. Chisel marks could be seen where the diggers had hit it several times from digging it out.
"what are you?" asked Lazaro not expecting an answer . He let done of his aura flow around the box searching for an opening
There was a thing keyhole in the box, where i could be opened.
Lazaro let hs aura cover the box. Unlocking the chains the box opened
''Finally!''
A human girl crawled out, wheezing and gasping for breath tiredly. Her clothes looked aincent, with a cracked bird skull holding frazzled black hair. ''Gasp...'' She choked, black eyes open. Her wings were gone, but something was of about her white skin.
A human girl crawled out, wheezing and gasping for breath tiredly. Her clothes looked aincent, with a cracked bird skull holding frazzled black hair. ''Gasp...'' She choked, black eyes open. Her wings were gone, but something was of about her white skin.
Lazaro looked at the girl in surprice "who are you?"
''Who do you think?'' She sneered, growling.
"honestly I don't know. Why don't you tell me"
''I am Chaos, Goddess of the chaos!''
"well goddes of Chaos what happened to you?"
''Humans...They tossed me into a box after I killed hundreds! They wer supposed to honor me, not a different deity!''
"well you know how we are. You kill a bunch of us and we get mad. " said Lazaro sarcasticly "now let's get out of here before that guy gets suspicios"
Chaos scrambled out quickly, though by now a short stubby wolf tail was visible.
Lazaro stretched out his hand for her to take. "i asume you have teleported before"
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