The War of all Worlds 01
Disclaimer: As there are no yiffy bits in here, yet as this is the begining of a series. All I have to say is, this is my story, so please if you want to write a story similar to this or like a branch off of this one, just ask me. ^_^
He was running through the forest he would turn to fight but now was not the time, greatly outnumbered and alone he knew he had only one choice but to run. Legs burning from running so long but he could not stop. He had to get out of there. Fear starting to build and feeling completely alone. He just turned into a clearing when an armor clad soldier rose up out of the grass, sword drawn. And as if on que others in a large circle rose up out of the grass surrounding him. Tired, bleeding and unarmed, he sunk to his kness, head lowered and panting slowly. The lead soldier walked up sniggering He beamed at him menacingly as he walked around him and to his side, raised his sword high and swung. "NOOO" Kalou woke in a cold sweat his heartbeat throbbing in his ears. He ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet violently. Then slouched against the bathroom wall. This had to be the 5th time he had that nightmare. And he was so confused about it. Had he seen fur on those soldiers? And what was he running from? Kalou asked himself these questions all the time. Trudging back into his room he looked at bright red digits of his clock 5:46 am.
Kalou flopped back into his bed for a moment. But giving up on sleep he got up and went to his dresser. Pulled on some jeans, a shirt and went to the bathroom again to brush his teeth and open the morning flood gates. After washing off his face he looked up at the mirror, the brown haired, brown eyed image staired back at him. It had been awhile since he had looked at himself in the mirror. 5 years in fact ever since his father died, he just couldn't look at himself in the mirror any more since that dreadful day. He walked into the kitchen and automatically poured himself a bowl of cereal, in deep thought. it took him awhile before he noticed that the milk was overflowing. After awhile of eating he looked around at the gun rack over on the living room wall. Abanoning his cereal he walked over and looked the rifles over. 3 of them were your average hunting rifles including a shotgun, but Kalou's absolute favorite was the german WW2 mauser. His granfather had fought in the war and brought it back with him. Kalou was always taking it down and cleaning it, once and awhile shooting it. He could hit a can at 200 yards. He always tried to improve his aim to hit one at 300. Maybe he would take it out into the woods today and practice. His mind set, he grabbed the rifle off the wall, slung it over his shoulder and went to the garage for ammo.
Kalou's father had kept belts of ammo, large 7 pocket belts that each held two, five round clips of ammo. Kalou didt the math and decided on grabbing 2 belts, that would be 140 rounds he thought as he walked out the door. He planned on shooting all day, something he always did to clear his mind. Kalou loved the outdoors, the mountains and the forests, it was going to be a beautiful day, he thought to himself as he made his way into the woods.
The woods itself had to be atleast 200 acres of untouched wilderness. Kalou made sure he was far enough away so that the resounding shots would not be anything more than a low clap. Kalou had just made his way over another path when he noticed that the birds weren't chirping. It was too quiet. And a chill ran down his spine. Completely unsure of what the danger was he quickly unshouldered the rifle and loaded it, looking around and straining his ears. Kalou started to hear leaves rustling, it wasn't footsteps but the wind blowing them, the wind all around him started to pick up. Leaves blowing, trees creeking. Kalou started to freak out but something held him where he stood, curiosity? BOOM. A thunderous clap of lightning hit a branch over kalou's head and almost as quick as the lighting it crashed down ontop of him, the branch almost crushing his chest. Kalou coughed up blood as he cried out from the pain. Lighting struck another tree away from kalou he watched in shock as it didn't come from the sky but hearled itself from a growing void in front of him. It was not black but clear, it distorted what was on the other side of it like glass. Kalou stared at it mystified as a new bolt of lightning flew right at him in and all was black....
"What is it?"
"I don't know, It's missing all it's fur"
"And it's face looks funny"
"Yeah and whats this it was holding, looks like a staff and a spear"
"You think he's a wizard then?"
"Never you mind that, we should take him to Ulkereth, he'll know what to do"
"Right then, help me carry him, and grab his staff. No not that you freak! the wooden thing"
Kalou layed there drifitng slowly into conciousness. He felt blankets and sheets, he was in bed he thought. He heard a fire crackling and opened his eyes only to see blackness. His eyes adjusted quickly and he saw the faint glow coming from a fireplace in the corner. Looking around now, he noticed he was in a stone room with what looked like a roof of branches. Becoming fully aware he was in foreign surroundings he went to sit up quickly but cried out and fell back as his chest was hurting and he started to panic as it hurt to breathe now. "Please calm down, you'll only make it worse" And kalou froze, he had thought he was alone.
"I'm glad to see your awake but you should rest, you have broken ribs and we are still waiting on our healer" It was a soothing female's voice, she sounded about his age, but she was somewhere in the shadows, outside the firelight. Kalou's breathing returned to normal and he formed enough strentgh to talk. "Where am I" he breathed. "You really shouldn't talk but two of our villagers found you in the forests' of Nuwania. It is a dangerous place in there full of evil creatures and darkness. Everybody is very interested in hearing your adventure- Oh are you alright?" Kalou started coughing up blood again. And the girl rushed over and knelt by his bedside. "Here, drink this" she held his head up and put a bowl of water to his mouth to drink. She was sillouetted against the firelight, but something was wrong with her features. Is that a muzzle?!? Kalou choked on some of the water as he stared at her. "Whats the matter?" she said startled. Kalou wheezed "You, wha what are you?" she looked confused "Well, I guess I am 2nd generation lupine on my fathers side and 3rd generation coyote, but why do you ask?" "You have fur!" kalou said wheezing and now noticing as she stood up "And a tail!" She started to understand "You've never seen a furre before?" she said "A what!?!" Kalou wheezed, his chest hurting even more. "Please calm down" She said putting a hand over his own "your wounds-" "I will not calm down.... I can' cal..." Everything went black again.
Author's note: This is the begining of a new series I plan on writing, I promise though it will be alot longer than this, I just want to get you hooked hehe. Oh and I thank all of you who wrote to me, you know who you are -_^ [email protected] please email me, I'd love to chat :3 Oh and before I forget theres another story I wrote which accidently ended up in the F/F section and as I forgot my password, I can't change it, but anyway check it out ^_^ oh and trust me, there will be M/M. index