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The Eyes of Avo
Yes, I decided to write my own fanfic. I may not be a poet, but I love to write. This is my first fan fiction and to be honest I haven't come up with a title for it yet, so for now I'm just going to use "The Eyes of Avo". My chapters might be long, but I like to give details about characters and setting, etc. so bare with me. Just so no one gets confused this will be a split story, with two points of view, although it's 3rd person omniscient. The two main characters so far are Gareth and Araken, both 16, and that's all I'll say without giving anything away. I'll update this with new chapters, but I don't know what's going to happen as I'm just taking it as I go. alot of this i background so far, but it will get better and more interesting(and probably make more sense) as the story develops, so be patient, it's just the beginning. So hope you enjoy and let the journey begin.
Chapter 1-Alone with the Watchful
Gareth sat alone on the pier in Hook Coast, staring out into the endless sea. He had always longed to venture out to sea and explore new sites across Albion. He had envisioned that one day he could see all of Albion, from the Temple of Avo to the Guild. Gareth knew, however, that his father would never have it. His Father would always keep Gareth under his shadow and never out of his sight. Of course, his older brother, Damon, who was 19, could roam freely from place to place, although he had decided to stay in Hook Coast. Damon had even formed a Fist Fighters Gang, which only few people knew about, and would gain money easily to help support his family. Gareth always found Damon surprisingly loyal to his family and to his friends, which made him a likeable person wherever he went. Damon had taught him to be tough and to always watch his back, and even gave him a few tips on how to defend himself in a fight. Now a days, Gareth’s brother was to busy to even notice Gareth anymore. All he seemed to care about was his job, which was assisting the local blacksmith, and The Fist Fighters Gang. Gareth started to realize that Damon was turning into his sister Jill, ignoring his presence. Jill was Gareth’s other sibling. She was 21 now and a Guild Apprentice. She had left seven years ago to become a Hero and to become famous as soon as possible. Fame was all Jill had ever cared about and it always seemed to be the subject of discussion during dinner time, which annoyed Gareth immensely. She would blabber on how great she could become if she went to the Guild and studied to become a Hero. As Gareth recalled she had even promised to support the family if needed. Finally one day his father had sent Jill on her merry way to train at the Guild. Now after these seven years Gareth and his father had not received one letter from Jill about her progress or anything. Jill had always been the complete opposite of Damon during Gareth’s childhood. Always manipulating everyone around her and always getting what she wanted. The only thing now that Damon and Jill had in common now was that they had ignored him. All this had saddened Gareth. He was sixteen and yet he couldn’t do what his brother or sister were doing. He couldn’t escape from the prison his father had put him in. The only freedom he had was going out to the pier and talking to the incoming sailors and listening to old ghost stories, but even that wasn’t enough. He wished that his mother were still alive. If it weren’t for her death, 8 years ago, life for Gareth wouldn’t have been like this. Instead he was alone. As darkness crept out over the skies, Gareth retreated back to his house, for a hot meal and his warm bed that awaited him afterwards.
Gareth awoke with a shudder. As he sat up, he listened to all the voices inside his head. They were speaking to him in an ancient language that Gareth could not make out.
“Un..Knos...Masr...Dosf...”
He had never before heard such voices as these and even more surprising, in his head. Soon after a few minutes the voices died down to a silent whisper, and then...silence. Gareth sighed with relief and looked around the house, finally looking upon himself. He was sweating, and it had appeared that he had wet himself out of fear. Gareth groaned and tried to creep out of bed without making any noise. His head began to throb, followed by a sudden rush of nausea. He stood for a moment trying to hold back the bile and trying to relax his mind and body. Taking in deep breaths he managed to recover from getting sick, although his head still ached. He continued over to a drawer which contained his clothes and some other belongings of his. Grabbing a new fresh pair of clothes, Gareth quickly changed out of his ruined nightwear, and disposed of it in a small wooden hamper near the northern window. He looked over to make sure he had not awoken his father, and found that he was in a deep sleep. As Gareth leaned on the wall near the fireplace he could see that the old crystal clock read one in the morning. His bed looked so comfortable, but he wasn’t ready to sleep again. He couldn’t. He felt so lost and a horrible fear overtook him, but he did not understand why. Those voices, Gareth thought. The language they spoke was confusing, but he was sure it was one of the older languages used thousands of years before his time. Whatever those voices were and whatever they wanted they terrified Gareth. The fire in the was making Gareth overheat, so he walked towards the door and silently opened it to stand in the icy night air. As soon as he stood outside, Gareth’s muscles in his body began to slowly relax. He wanted to go to the pier, but decided it was best to stay put and not wander off in the middle of the night. There was a slight fog that was appearing over the town, which made it difficult for the town guards to spot anything. He could feel his hands and feet starting to go numb, but for some reason it didn’t bother him. It was strange to be standing out in the middle of the night with complete silence...well almost. The Tavern was always busy, always noisy, and nothing could be done about it. Gareth stared off towards the imposing lighthouse to the north, and as he did so something strange seemed to appear. It looked like the outline of a person, but Gareth was too far to see any details. He tried to squint to focus more, but then the figure disappeared out of thin air. Surprised at what he had just witnessed and also a little scared, he returned inside the house and crawled back into his bed. He had heard about ghosts before and there had been stories from other villagers that they had seen ghosts walking around at night, but this was different. The figure he had seen was solid and not transparent which made it different from ghosts. Gareth, exhausted lied back down and tried to get back to sleep. He felt like he could finally get some rest and forget about what had happened. He started to drift off into a deep sleep when he was awoken by the voices again. Gareth’s eyes peeled open and he gripped his sheets. This time they were louder, but they still spoke in the language he had heard before.
“Azas...Un..Knos...Duif...Masr...Avo”
Gareth covered his ears hoping to shelter them and hoping that the voices would go away.
“Knos...Guik..Avo”
Wait, he thought. He had recognized one of the words, but how? The language was completely foreign to him, but yet he was able to understand one word. Avo. Avo was the word he knew, hell everyone knew. That word spoke to him more than the others. Again the voices spoke and with each word they grew louder. It was a message, Gareth thought. What does Avo have to do with-
“ASIE...AVO..”
Now Gareth was intrigued and not as afraid as he was before. He wanted more. He wanted to hear more, to understand. But the voices started to become faint and the words seem to sound slurred.
“NO!, Gareth shouted aloud, “I need to know more!” His father woke up with a knife in his hand and turned to see Gareth sitting up in bed.
“Wha...What the hell do you think you’re doing boy!!”
“Sorry father..I was just...I had a nightmare is all...I’m sorry for waking you”
Gareth looked over and waited for his father’s reply. He grunted and then put the knife back in his sheath.
“Ugh...just go back to sleep Gareth, and try not to have anymore of those ‘nightmares’!”
“Yes father”
His father had turned over and within the next few minutes began to snore. Gareth on the other hand remained sitting upright in bed, trying to think. Gareth was too tired, however, to try to decipher the language or to even think of what had just occurred with the voices. He lied back down once more and pulled the sheets over his head. Gareth could hear the faint whisper of the voices before he finally slumbered into a deep sleep.
“Avo...avo..................avo..”
End of Chapter One.
Yes, I decided to write my own fanfic. I may not be a poet, but I love to write. This is my first fan fiction and to be honest I haven't come up with a title for it yet, so for now I'm just going to use "The Eyes of Avo". My chapters might be long, but I like to give details about characters and setting, etc. so bare with me. Just so no one gets confused this will be a split story, with two points of view, although it's 3rd person omniscient. The two main characters so far are Gareth and Araken, both 16, and that's all I'll say without giving anything away. I'll update this with new chapters, but I don't know what's going to happen as I'm just taking it as I go. alot of this i background so far, but it will get better and more interesting(and probably make more sense) as the story develops, so be patient, it's just the beginning. So hope you enjoy and let the journey begin.
Chapter 1-Alone with the Watchful
Gareth sat alone on the pier in Hook Coast, staring out into the endless sea. He had always longed to venture out to sea and explore new sites across Albion. He had envisioned that one day he could see all of Albion, from the Temple of Avo to the Guild. Gareth knew, however, that his father would never have it. His Father would always keep Gareth under his shadow and never out of his sight. Of course, his older brother, Damon, who was 19, could roam freely from place to place, although he had decided to stay in Hook Coast. Damon had even formed a Fist Fighters Gang, which only few people knew about, and would gain money easily to help support his family. Gareth always found Damon surprisingly loyal to his family and to his friends, which made him a likeable person wherever he went. Damon had taught him to be tough and to always watch his back, and even gave him a few tips on how to defend himself in a fight. Now a days, Gareth’s brother was to busy to even notice Gareth anymore. All he seemed to care about was his job, which was assisting the local blacksmith, and The Fist Fighters Gang. Gareth started to realize that Damon was turning into his sister Jill, ignoring his presence. Jill was Gareth’s other sibling. She was 21 now and a Guild Apprentice. She had left seven years ago to become a Hero and to become famous as soon as possible. Fame was all Jill had ever cared about and it always seemed to be the subject of discussion during dinner time, which annoyed Gareth immensely. She would blabber on how great she could become if she went to the Guild and studied to become a Hero. As Gareth recalled she had even promised to support the family if needed. Finally one day his father had sent Jill on her merry way to train at the Guild. Now after these seven years Gareth and his father had not received one letter from Jill about her progress or anything. Jill had always been the complete opposite of Damon during Gareth’s childhood. Always manipulating everyone around her and always getting what she wanted. The only thing now that Damon and Jill had in common now was that they had ignored him. All this had saddened Gareth. He was sixteen and yet he couldn’t do what his brother or sister were doing. He couldn’t escape from the prison his father had put him in. The only freedom he had was going out to the pier and talking to the incoming sailors and listening to old ghost stories, but even that wasn’t enough. He wished that his mother were still alive. If it weren’t for her death, 8 years ago, life for Gareth wouldn’t have been like this. Instead he was alone. As darkness crept out over the skies, Gareth retreated back to his house, for a hot meal and his warm bed that awaited him afterwards.
Gareth awoke with a shudder. As he sat up, he listened to all the voices inside his head. They were speaking to him in an ancient language that Gareth could not make out.
“Un..Knos...Masr...Dosf...”
He had never before heard such voices as these and even more surprising, in his head. Soon after a few minutes the voices died down to a silent whisper, and then...silence. Gareth sighed with relief and looked around the house, finally looking upon himself. He was sweating, and it had appeared that he had wet himself out of fear. Gareth groaned and tried to creep out of bed without making any noise. His head began to throb, followed by a sudden rush of nausea. He stood for a moment trying to hold back the bile and trying to relax his mind and body. Taking in deep breaths he managed to recover from getting sick, although his head still ached. He continued over to a drawer which contained his clothes and some other belongings of his. Grabbing a new fresh pair of clothes, Gareth quickly changed out of his ruined nightwear, and disposed of it in a small wooden hamper near the northern window. He looked over to make sure he had not awoken his father, and found that he was in a deep sleep. As Gareth leaned on the wall near the fireplace he could see that the old crystal clock read one in the morning. His bed looked so comfortable, but he wasn’t ready to sleep again. He couldn’t. He felt so lost and a horrible fear overtook him, but he did not understand why. Those voices, Gareth thought. The language they spoke was confusing, but he was sure it was one of the older languages used thousands of years before his time. Whatever those voices were and whatever they wanted they terrified Gareth. The fire in the was making Gareth overheat, so he walked towards the door and silently opened it to stand in the icy night air. As soon as he stood outside, Gareth’s muscles in his body began to slowly relax. He wanted to go to the pier, but decided it was best to stay put and not wander off in the middle of the night. There was a slight fog that was appearing over the town, which made it difficult for the town guards to spot anything. He could feel his hands and feet starting to go numb, but for some reason it didn’t bother him. It was strange to be standing out in the middle of the night with complete silence...well almost. The Tavern was always busy, always noisy, and nothing could be done about it. Gareth stared off towards the imposing lighthouse to the north, and as he did so something strange seemed to appear. It looked like the outline of a person, but Gareth was too far to see any details. He tried to squint to focus more, but then the figure disappeared out of thin air. Surprised at what he had just witnessed and also a little scared, he returned inside the house and crawled back into his bed. He had heard about ghosts before and there had been stories from other villagers that they had seen ghosts walking around at night, but this was different. The figure he had seen was solid and not transparent which made it different from ghosts. Gareth, exhausted lied back down and tried to get back to sleep. He felt like he could finally get some rest and forget about what had happened. He started to drift off into a deep sleep when he was awoken by the voices again. Gareth’s eyes peeled open and he gripped his sheets. This time they were louder, but they still spoke in the language he had heard before.
“Azas...Un..Knos...Duif...Masr...Avo”
Gareth covered his ears hoping to shelter them and hoping that the voices would go away.
“Knos...Guik..Avo”
Wait, he thought. He had recognized one of the words, but how? The language was completely foreign to him, but yet he was able to understand one word. Avo. Avo was the word he knew, hell everyone knew. That word spoke to him more than the others. Again the voices spoke and with each word they grew louder. It was a message, Gareth thought. What does Avo have to do with-
“ASIE...AVO..”
Now Gareth was intrigued and not as afraid as he was before. He wanted more. He wanted to hear more, to understand. But the voices started to become faint and the words seem to sound slurred.
“NO!, Gareth shouted aloud, “I need to know more!” His father woke up with a knife in his hand and turned to see Gareth sitting up in bed.
“Wha...What the hell do you think you’re doing boy!!”
“Sorry father..I was just...I had a nightmare is all...I’m sorry for waking you”
Gareth looked over and waited for his father’s reply. He grunted and then put the knife back in his sheath.
“Ugh...just go back to sleep Gareth, and try not to have anymore of those ‘nightmares’!”
“Yes father”
His father had turned over and within the next few minutes began to snore. Gareth on the other hand remained sitting upright in bed, trying to think. Gareth was too tired, however, to try to decipher the language or to even think of what had just occurred with the voices. He lied back down once more and pulled the sheets over his head. Gareth could hear the faint whisper of the voices before he finally slumbered into a deep sleep.
“Avo...avo..................avo..”
End of Chapter One.
