JASON
Hiding inside a fortress protected by a golden door and being attacked by a demonic huntress was never on jasons’ to do list, and to make matters worse,
Marxis was still unconscious!!
"Some king you are”
jason thought angrily as he slapped his face,Marxis bolted up from the floor, groaning as he rolled amidst the earth-shattering quakes that were going on outside,
"Hope you slept well your Highness?!" jason growled over the fire bolts that constantly hit the door and the sound of the Battle raging outside,
Marxis still looked dazed,
"Hey!" jason shouted as he snapped back to reality,
"What is happening?" He shouted terrified,
"Derora happened!" jason replied,
"Somehow that huntress of
JASONJasonfelt weightless, a novel feeling as he had either been running, killing, or dodging attacks to end his life. His body was free, like he was floating on the air. That was when his senses kicked in, the memories of the fight,Derora,Aether,Marxis,Hisdeath,Jason opened his eyes to a shinning palace, a single golden throne in the middle with men in hooded gold cloaks with hoods surrounding it, and on the throne was a face he would never forget,"Illummino" jason whispered,He radiated love and affection,"Jason alecto elixtu" he said,Immediately jason felt energy course through his body as he stood up, his body stronger, his sight sharper as he gasped,"You have ascended jason" he said,Jas
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Still dedicated to you allJASONThe first thing he felt was the soft ray of sunlight that filtered into his eyes, the warmth followed also.The second thing he felt was his body fully healed and the soft cushion of the bed he was laying on.He opened his eyes to a royal room with golden walls, he heard the sounds of the early hummingbirds that sat on a tree outside. Deep within his heart he knew,Itwasover,fornow...He grunted as he stood up and surveyed the room, it was definitely a royal room, but if he recalled, the palace had been destroyed. He looked himself over to notice he was in a silk pyjama and top,Whochangedme?He thought,He moved to the doors as he drew them open, two men were s
It was a sunny morning in Oregon as Jason dragged his sleepy feet to the bathroom staring at the mirror, yep, same old mehe thought as he wore his glasses, not that he needed the glasses anyways, just to disguise his look. Not really understanding why himself, just because his aunt told him he had to keep low from everyone at school, with a snort to himself he stretched, he wasn't even popular at school!. Putting off the glasses, he entered the tub and switched on the tap as warm water gushed out of soothing his bones as he gave a sigh of relief, closing his eyes. The water was a little bit hot, itwouldpayalotbetterifitwerecooler, he thought it might had been his mind playing tricks on him but Jason could had sworn the heat of the water reduced…. he would later wish it was his mind somewhere else..... A man moved at a spe
Curiosity drove Jason towards the gem that shone brightly in the early morning sun, it called on him, dragging him towards itself. He reached tentatively, picking it up gently. On both sides of the gem were inscriptions in a language that was vaguely familiar to him, not like any known language he knew of or he’d seen before, but for some reason he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was supposed to understand the language, like deep down in his mind that language was locked. It beckoned on him to read it out and soon he was caught up in it, "Florea varecto illummino scythe-" "JASON!, what's taking so long!" his aunt called from the kitchen cutting him Midway through whatever spell the gem had put him under, Shaking his head to clear his mind of the haze he was in, he dropped the gem, moving farther away from it as he felt his mind race, what was he doing?, what had he just stumbled upon? and how the fuck did he get into this
Jason sat in the class, bringing out his iPod trying listening to music in a fruitless effort to tune out the noise of his classmates, he could barely hear the lyrics. Feeling someone tap him on the shoulder as he turned in response, in his front were the only two friends he had in the school. A tall chocolate skinned girl and a gruffly looking boy with dark hair sat smiling at him, he managed a smile, "so, what’s bothering you?" the girl asked, Terra, his brown haired female best friend was a bombshell, category A disaster class if she walked down the hall way during recess, Jason was pretty sure half the school football team wanted to date her and the nerds would have her featuring in their fantasies almost on a daily basis. Terra rectir was tall, bright blue eyes, full lips, a shape to die for and had the brains to back it off as she was the schools leading student in their science department, he had seen more than a few girls give her the stink eye as she walked
To Jason, the next few a second were a blur to him. All he knew was that he had to save his hide from whatever creature the shadows were, a quick glance at his left showed daren in wolf form, clawing at a fellow wolf, only darker and more ferocious. On his right was terra, skilfully wielding the blades and slashing at the shadow warrior, which left him with their leader. He held on to the poker stick that was used to start the furnace at home, the leader was obviously irritated by the parring of his strokes with his blade, he moved to the kitchen area and dodged a blow that would've cleaved his head off, the man grunted and moved forward when a loud whine was heard, the man turned, the shadow wolf turned to wisps of smoke as terra pushed it through the window, the leader screamed in rage and that gave Jason the edge that he needed as he swung the fry pan with its hot content on the bald headed man, he screamed in a mixture of pain and rage as his s
The sun rose high in the sky, brightening the way and everything in it. Although one can't say the same for the residents of cadesway street, the whole area looked eerily quiet, like they felt the darkness that invaded them the day before. The newspaper boy rode about delivering papers on people’s thresholds, only him and the wind walked the road. No.4 of the particular street looked strange for a start, neighbours never asked around who lived there, like it gave off bad vibes. Of course, if they knew that was where the darkness that sufficed into their lives came from, they would have a different say on the matter. The windows were locked from the inside, the blinds were drawn and the door looked like it was being worked on by a wood carver of some sorts. Inside was a whole new story, despite attempts to clean the house up, traces of a serious fight still lin