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Arc wakes up from his dreamless sleep, and quickly notices something covering him. He sits up from the couch and sees that he was covered in a blanket. He doesn’t remember having it when he fell asleep that night, so he assumed that Clara had put it on him while he slept. He gets to his feet, and stretches his arms and legs. He rolls his neck, causing a few vertebrae to pop. He sighs, letting out some stress as he does so. Arc knew that he was going to have to leave soon, so that the Cult would lose the trail of the elves, and continue to follow him instead. He was prepared to fight them, to hunt them, to kill them. He was going to mak

The two elves and their savior, the boy they have dubbed Arc, were driving along, away from the nightmare that they found themselves in. They were captured, imprisoned, and were to be killed by the Cult of the Rune. Maya, the child, was scared for her life when she stepped into the room where the one who was supposed to kill her and her mother was set. That executioner was supposed to be Arc, a boy that had been in the bottom most area of the facility for his whole life. But, he did something that surprised them. He spared them, saved them, and now, he was asleep in the front seat of the car that they had commandeered for themselves. Maya wa

The three begin to climb and climb up the stairs, only going into floors to avoid guards coming down. The boy was having a hard time navigating through the facility, since he had never been brought out of his cell very often, but tried to make do with just climbing up. He knew that he had been kept in the lowest floor of it, so it was a good start. When they reached the third floor, the boy noticed something red. To be specific, blinking red. His eyes widened. “C4!” he yelled. He slammed the door to the floor open and motioned for the elves to go through. He heard the beeping of the plastic explosive pick up and formed a barrie

"What are you doing?!" one of the voices from the observation floor shouted as Matthews burned. "Guards! Restrain him immediately!" Multiple guards come from all sides and try to grab the defiant boy. One of them place his hand on his shoulder for but a second before it was grabbed. The boy then applied pressure, being able to feel and hear the bones being crushed. As the guard screamed in pain, he was then swung around, missing the child’s head by a few inches, and made him collide with another, causing them both to fly into two more. One more swings a baton at the boy’s head, but he stepped to the side, making him stumble. The

Outside of his "room", he could here someone talking about something. He wasn’t quite able to here what it was they were saying due to the fact they were a far bit away. He could, however, make out a bit of it though. "....monsters....capture...planning to kill..." Strange, the boy though to himself. I thought that this facility was supposed to be well hidden. Guess their getting sloppy. Poor bastards. "Open the door! Quick!" Oh God. Not him again. The door opens and in walk Dr. Adam Matthews. An older man, grey hair, and round glasses. He was in charge of the boys “development", they called it. Basically, the doctor was reco

Prologue: History; Life in the Cult of the Rune Darkness. That is all that he’s seen since the day that he was born. Just pure, unfeeling darkness. The boy’s been in this hellhole for his whole life; sixteen, almost seventeen, years. Time had become a funny thing for him, so he had no idea just how old he was. Hell, he didn’t even have a name. As to why he is here, it is because of what had happened a long, long time ago. Several centuries ago, there was an event that everyone calls “The Tearing of the Veil”. This “veil” was something of a portal that connected two worlds together that were never m