Chapter 15

The Fyre Chronicles: The Parody


Complaint about spelling count = 15


San Ting squinted against the harsh light reflecting off the enormous tower. Briefly he reached down and checked to see if his gun was operation smoothly. A sharp click told him that the weapon was in good condition. I was rare for anyone from the Tempest to have something from the regular world because it would involve dealing with the normal people. Something that most of the Tempest avoided. Most goods were salvaged material from missions but that didn’t happen a great deal. This problem however created and opening for the weakest of the Tempest sects to fill. Steam. Although most people didn’t like to look at it in this manner, Fyre and Yce both knew they relied on Steam to acquire goods from outside.

Why? Because due to Steam’s abilities, they proved to be excellent thieves. As immoral as it sounded, in order to keep the population of the Tempest sustained and happy sometimes it would require some technology that most didn’t have the money for because people didn’t wander from the sect’s sanctuaries or work with regula humans. Although the Sanctuaries were self-sustainable and food could be produced, beds, utensils, metals and all manner of objects were needed to be brought in, Steam, could get it all. In this way an economy run on “favours” was built. Despite the declining numbers of Steam (due to failing conditions that caused the birth of someone with Steam) they had the strongest ‘economy’ of the Tempest. In this way they could barter for their territory than fight for it. The advantage of a gun was that it could kill faster then a Tempest power. It also meant that it gave civilians some thing within their understanding to fear, saving the trouble of putting on a light show to scare them away from a battle. {Besides} Ting thought {You were no less dead by a bullet then burned with Fyre}.

San Ting looked up at the tower that appeared to be made solely of glass, probing its defences with Fyre. Taking a heavy breath Ting started out for the tower. Quickly flexing his fingers Ting sent a message to Defnop who was currently waiting 50km away on the peak of the over looking mountain . After a few moments Defnop replied Ting grimaced at he and Defnop’s joke that nobody else understood and then marched towards the tower. Ting walked in feeling secure that if there was a problem Defnop could pull him out of it before things got out of hand. Entering the lobby elevator he selected the highest floor and leaned back against the wall of the empty elevator.

Ting ran the plan though his mind again. He was to go to the council that had been called up to discuss the implications of the emending war and to see if he could negotiate a way to avoid blood shed. Defnop would be his backup in case the negotiations went sour. The cheesy elevator music was making it hard to think, Ting flicked his eye towards the speakers. The music died in a low warble as the player insides melted into a blob of copper and silicon. With a slight smile Ting stepped from the elevator as the doors opened in a lone corridor leading to the meeting area. The small hall was obviously chosen to intimidate people who were arriving so that who ever was holding the conference had a slight fear factor advantage. {Politicians} Ting thought {such drama queens}.

The room the council was being held in was actually a large soaring room. The corners were elaborately gilded and there was a large sweeping window at the far end of the room. It was obvious that the decorations were intended to put those entering in awe. Ting was in no mood for gazing around dumbstruck, today things could well decide the span and quality of lives for the next fifty or so generations. Everyone looked grim, as though being lead to execution. It was could be seen to be obvious that nobody wanted war, but Ting had learned early on that most politicians could change in a matter of moments. Ting was after all the Chronicler; it was his business to know how history had failed us and how to prevent it from happening again. Of course Ting also knew that history had a tendency to repeat itself. After all the tiresome introductions were made the council was seated. Ting listened as slowly the other representatives gave their standings as a community. There wasn’t really much to be learned, it was mainly things such as how high on the social status bar they were and what in general was happening in the world. The Yce delegates did briefly touch on Rawr’s previous mission. Ting told them that when both Fyre and Steam were finished with the prisoner that the prisoner would be returned to Yce who would be permitted to dispense justice as they saw fit.

When finally Ting’s turn to speak for Fyre came he stood and stared out beyond the window. He had spent a great deal of time during the presentations trying to settle the anxiety he felt, he hoped Edot was right about what he had said with Yce knowing of a Chosen. Clearing his throat Ting ground his teeth before he said “Now apparently as Yce is aware there his been a Chosen born into Fyre…” Ting stopped as the room went deathly silent. “What? I thought that at lest Yce knew.” A Steam delegate spoke up “And is it dead” his voice was edged with fury. Ting considered “Um…no”. With those two words the room exploded into an uproar. This in itself wasn’t so bad. But when one of the Yce ambassadors lost control and sent a slivery spar of Yce across the room then things became a deadly chaos as everyone opened up at the new threat. Ting didn’t waste time fighting; instead he sprinted towards the window. Pulling out the gun he had he sent three rounds through the glass, shattering it. With a quick flex of his fingers he sent Defnop a urgent message
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Chapter 14

The Fyre Chronicles: The Parody


Complaint about spelling count = 14

Edot sat before the Admin with a steaming hot plate of bacon before him. Edot glanced up at the assembled Admin. “So…what are we looking for this time?” he asked. Pete immediately spoke up “I’m sure that you’ve heard of Rawrs success in the north yes? Well, we managed to extract some information from the Yce he captured and we now know that there is an Yce meeting in this remote area of Rwanda, Africa.” He said gesturing to the screen. Edot raised an eyebrow. “Really? I thought the Yce tended to linger in cold regions. Why would they set up camp somewhere warm. It does dampen there power and all y’know” Pete nodded. “Evidently they hoped that this kind of thinking would throw us off target. If Rawr hadn’t succeeded we’d be clueless.” Edot considered this for a moment before answering. “What about the anomaly?” Pete stared “Who?” “The new kid, the Chosen, the anomaly. What about him?” it was a long pause before Cookiecups answered for Pete. “How do you know of the Chosen?” Edot shrugged “After all that has happened, It wasn’t that hard to piece together the clues, and after the way you’ve reacted the truth was quite obvious.” Brett and Gu exchanged sidelong glances before Pete interjected “The Chosen needs to learn to control his gift, if we set him lose now then we’re going to have trouble on a catastrophic level. For now it would be best if we ignored him.” Edot blanched “Ignore him! You know what the Prophesy foretold! I don’t care what kind of person he is; he is a threat to everything we’ve worked for! If you let that…thing, live, your plunging the world into war. You of all people should know about that!” “Edot” Pete said slowly “Chosen exist to rectify disharmony between the sects of the Tempest. Something terrible has happened and if we…exterminate…this Chosen then we are doing ourselves a disservice.” Edot looked shocked “But the Treaty, you would have killed Chosen before, so would have all the other sects! Don’t you recall that the Treaty’s core revolved around eliminating these anomalies so that nobody could start a war and win for certain? Why is this one any different? You leave him be and the world will descend into chaos.” Pete growled in frustration. “Look we will deal with the Chosen later but for now we need you to look into that Yce meeting.” Edot threw up his hands in exasperation and reached down and picked up a piece of the bacon. With a withering glance at Pete he placed the bacon into his mouth and slowly began to chew. The intense flavour began to consume Edot’s senses. Edot let himself be taken up in the rush of sensations as the crisp bacon flooded his mouth with powerful taste. When the symphony of sensation reached its climax Edot felt something give, his spirt felt release, and then, he was free.

Edot rode the unseen curves of the transcendent Fyre. Edot could travel back and forward in time. He could be everywhere, nowhere or anywhere he wished. No place was safe from his scrutiny, some thing he exploited regularly. But now he had a destination, he soar towards it with frighting speed. I a few moments the exhilarating rush disappeared as Edot slowed to stop, hanging a few meters above a congregation of people. The ethereal Fyre avoided the figures and Edot felt a strange presence, Yce. Beneath him the Yce gathered, Edot could come on closer with so many packed together the area around them became oppressive as the effects of the small eddies of Yce became more pronounced the close they came, merging into a large void in the Fyre. The individually who was obviously the leader began to speak. As his words flowed forth Edots specteral eyes widened, he had just discovered something every important.

Four hours after Edot had consumed the bacon, his sagging body jerked as his sprit returned to it. Edot knew that time didn’t pass differently as he made out. But after this secret was uncovered by the Admin they had become very strict about when he could use it. After having spent a while simply enjoying himself flying around and talking those of the Fyre who were long since dead but now existed in the stream if ethereal Fyre, Edot felt ungainly and clumsy back in his body. After the freedom of his flight through Fyre, his body felt inhibiting, almost a prison. For the next few minute Edot staggered around the room trying to become accustom to the unnaturally weight of flesh. Eventually he turned towards the expecting Admin. They looked back expectantly, Edot wasn’t sure how he was to break this to them but he needed to do so. This was the major reason he had taken a short time to joyride before returning, he had needed to figure out how he was going to say this. Hardening his resolve against what he knew would be a negative response Edot spoke six fateful words “The Yce know about the Chosen”. The stunned silence was deafening. Edot continued, “They’re setting up preparations for the war they think is going to happen” the Admin continued to stare. Edot thought that if Pete’s eyebrow continued going up it would soon disappear altogether. Edot swallowed, “I told you so”. Finally the Admin seemed to be roused from their stupor. “But, how could they know of the existence of the Chosen!” someone said, “This is insane!” another voice broke out. Pete quietened them with a smouldering gaze. He turned back to face Edot. “Is this true? He asked. Edot looked back challengingly, “Yes”. Pete groaned, “It’s early days yet, perhaps we can avoid blood shed” he glanced at Gu. “Get the Chronicler and Defnop. I want them kitted out and ready to be out of here ASAP!” “Do we send Rawr as backup? Pete didn’t hesitate to answer “No, he isn’t the best at negotiations. And I don’t think that the Yce will appreciate us sending in someone who recently killed and captured two of their own” Gu nodded and went off to see to the preparations. Edot stepped in front of Pete and asked “But the Chosen, look Pete. I can see your reluctant to kill him but if you do then the problem goes away and this war won’t happen.” Pete looked at him and replied “I think you believe in that Prophesy to much. Think before you act Edot” and with that Pete shouldered passed him ignoring Edot’s cries of “Your making a big mistake Pete!”
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Chapter 13

The Fyre Chronicles: The Parody


Complaint about spelling count = 13

Hint: Just remember that the { and } brackets marks the main characters thoughts

Rawr trudged miserable through the snow towards the rear of the diner. That structure itself wasn’t very long, but the biting cold and the knee-deep snow made the short journey treacherous. Patches of ice made him slip occasionally. As he neared the back he turned around and looked forlornly up into the dark and gloomy sky. “Freeman you had better pull through or we’re going to have a long talk when this is through.” Rawr turned to face the door that he had been told of {Well. More like a long listen to me screaming in his face with all manner of insults} the thought cheered him as he stepped over the threshold of the door. The first thing he noticed in the room was the temperature. Suddenly the idea of being outside in near blizzard conditions seemed extremely inviting. Before him, Charlotte and Tom stood waiting, unconcerned about the indescribable chill. Playing the he asked with what he felt was a suitably surprised voice “What? Why’s it so cold in here?” Rawr’s teeth began to chatter, not a good sign. Charlotte’s smile was now one of menace. Without hesitation Tom raised his palm out to face Rawr. Rawr was almost thankful that he had been spared the agonises of a long-winded monolog that most people felt compelled to give and that the action had started. Before Tom could catch him in a blast of Yce Rawr through himself side ways. The nauseating cold beam of Yce narrowly missed him by mere centimetres. Crashing behind a large box, Rawr used his small moment of reprieve to squeeze the signalling knot of Steam in his pocket. Giving the little ball several generous pumps of the hand he released his grip. If he stayed here begging for help than he would be the Yce’s thrall in moments, Rawr intended to avoid such and eventuality for as long as possible. Instead his put his rough hands around the edges of the Solid cardboard box and heaved it at the two unsuspecting Yce. Whatever was in the box was clearly heavy because when it impacted with Tom’s chest it sent him flying across the room to impact with the wall that caused the foundations to shake. Rawr knew it wouldn’t be nearly enough to put the Yce down, but it would certainly hurt. He turned his attention to Charlotte who was staring dumbstruck at the box that now covered Tom. While she was distracted Rawr got in the first of his attacks, his fist whispered through the air before it made contact accompanied with a sickening crack. Fortunately for Rawr, most people with the power of the Tempest become so familiar with it that they don’t ever expect a physical assault. When somebody is ‘hurt’ by a Tempest power the damage usually comes in the form of fatigue and a waning of ones own power. Actual pian can cause some to completely switch off in surprise. Rawr knew this and had exploited this fact on several occasions before. With Charlottes nose broken, Rawr focused his attack there in an effort to send her blind with pian. After a few decisive thuds he turned his attention to Tom who was struggling to detangle himself from the box. Immediately Rawr left the howling blooded mass that was Charlotte and made a rush for Tom. Hearing the heavy footfalls Tom whipped his head up, followed closely by his hand. Rawr, nearly half way across the room tried to throw himself sideways. But on the slippery floor his couldn’t change directions fast enough to avoid the oncoming Yce. With his Fyre still dull, the Yce that clipped him felt like a lightning bolt that spun Rawr on his toes. Had the situation not been so serious Rawr’s comical spin would have caused anybody who knew him to collapse to the ground in tears, hardly able to breathe through the laughter. Now however was not in anyway comical. Rawr landed heavily. His wind knocked out of him he tried to rise only to his air forced from his lungs as the heavy box came crashing down on him. A side of the box split and brightly coloured plush unicorns spilled out onto the floor. Like the box they to had been frozen solid. Rawr reached out and scooped up a handful as he rolled out from under the box and up to a steady crouch. Tom was standing over him with a glint of victory in his eye. Rawr slowly slid his hand over the hard unicorn, feeling for its balance point as he watched Tom gleefully knowing he had Rawr dead-to-rights. Inside the icy chamber the action stopped. Everyone weighing up the odds. An eye of the storm. Rawr saw his chance and took it. As quickly as it had come, the eye passed over and the storm returned in full force. Rawr hardly felt the unicorn leave his hand, it spun across the room. Ice crystals glittered as the unicorn forged it’s way gracefully though the air. Tom fell, grasping his ruined eye. Rawr turned at a sound similar to the slow cracking of a wafer biscuit. Charlotte was on her feet, her right hand seemed to have morphed into a blade of Yce. “You want to do it like that!” she screamed at him “Then we’ll do it your way!” With that she threw herself at him, her blade rased high. {Oh come on this is ridicules!} Rawr thought as he did the only thing he could do. The Yce blade came whistling down as Rawr pulled two more of the Yce frozen unicorn plushies up and caught the blade with the horns. Charlotte attacked with a vengeance, her blade cutting in glistening arcs. With the Yce encrusted unicorns Rawr barely managed to ward her feverish attacks. {If this wasn’t so strange, one might find it epic} Rawr considered with mirth. The relentless attack was beginning to wear Charlotte down as her continued to try and force him into a corner. Rawr kept giving ground and defending. He knew that there was little chance he would succeed if he pressed an offensive now. Charlotte suddenly attacked with renewed vigour. Rawr though this was a sign she was tiring and that it was a last ditch effort to claim victory. It was only when Rawr felt a hand around his ankle did he realize he had fallen into a trap. Tom viciously pulled Rawr’s feet out from under him and sent Rawr sprawling to the ground. Rawr knew that they wear past playing with their prey now. All they cared for now was to finish him off. Someone grabbed his hood and wrenched him around to face them never even getting a look at their face before a fist crashed into his face. Rawr was thrown back by the blow to land against a pillar. Struggling to stand another punch hit him. This time his head snapped back as the fist pounded into his neck, sending his face crashing into the pillar. A furious blast of Yce hurled him across the room. Through the haze of blood Rawr spotted another unicorn, as he reached out to grab it a foot came down on his hand. Unlike most of the Tempest, Rawr was no stranger to pian and only grimaced at the little horn that speared up through his hand. The injury wasn’t one that he need worry about, if he ever got back to Byta it come be fixed up in an overnight stay in the infirmary. Gazing down as his hooded face was one of pure malice. “Any last request before you die filth?!” Rawr looked up from within his hood. Making an effort to fill his voice with pian “Yes, I’d dearly appreciate that coffee I asked for.” Charlotte bared her teeth and spoke through them “Tom…be a good boy and fetch the nice man his coffee.” Tom didn’t bother trying to show expression but said with venom “Why not, it’s the mans final act”. When Tom returned with the coffee Rawr greedily grabbed it and threw back his head and drank. The coffee was foul. Rawr was accustom to strong coffee, but this tasted as though there was more beans than water. Nonetheless Rawr needed the heat and so drank it all gratefully. When he was finished his look up into their eyes and gave them THE grin. This was the grin that could unnerve his friends. This was the grin that caused ordinary people to key the police on their speed dial. This was the grin that could get him through airport customs without a passport and sticks of TNT hanging out of his pockets. This was the grin that made him legend in the Tempest circles. This was the grin that made Chuck Norris squirm. The moment that Charlotte and Tom saw the grin, they realized how truly deep in the shit they were. The boiling, liquid Fyre flew from his fingers of his spare hand. Tom never even had the time to raise a shield before his was carbonised. Charlotte used the time created by his death throes to run for the exit. Rawr pulled the unicorn from his hand and hurled it at her. The horn caught her in the back of the right leg behind the knee, she toppled to the ground where she struggled to rise. A tight ball of Steam came from the room and knocked he out cold. Rawr looked from his target to see Freeman standing across the room. “Next time” Rawr said “You’d better come quicker. Or you might just go missing.” Rawr looked down at the dark stain that was all that was left of Tom, “And that is for making such terrible coffee”. With that, Rawr strode across the room, pulled the little unicorn from Charlottes leg and pocketed it as a souvenir. Then with a single hand he hosted Charlotte over his shoulder, took a final brief glance at Freeman before disappearing in a roar of Fyre, bound for the questioning rooms of Byta. Leaving Freeman to clean up the mess Rawr had made.
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Chapter 12

Ignore the lack of 12

Chapter 11

The Fyre Chronicles: The Parody


Complaint about spelling count = 11

Also, before anybody becomes confused the { and } brackets marks the main characters thoughts

Plumes of vapour spread out to fog the windscreen of the ramshackle ute. The air outside was below zero, inside the cab of the ute, the temperature was cold enough to break to small steel flask in a matter of moments. Rawr was only slightly more comfortable in his dark long coat with his hood pulled up and the long tial end wrapped around his legs. Rawr growled with frustration as he twisted the stopper on the flask. How damn far away is this diner? Rawr upturned the flask and emptied the bitterly cold liquid into his throat. He gritted his teeth against his clenched stomach and stared out into the storm. After two weeks of watching and hundreds of hours in collective Intel, Rawr had finally confirmed his targets and their activities. Two of the Yce had been actively killing off others with Tempest powers before they could be rescued by their respective sects by luring them into the only hospitable place for kilometres around. Long story short, the targets were killing people before they were found by the Fyre and trained. Rawr muttered aloud, “Hey Freeman, hope you haven’t lost your nerve.” Beside him a form began to materialize, Rawr hated the way the Steam agent kept disappearing when he lest expected it. Strictly speaking, the different sects of the Tempest weren’t always out to kill each other, the sects existed at an uneasy truce that stopped all out war. But if a side were to ignore the truce then the victim’s side was free to extract vengeance. In this way, a balance was kept with out every chance meeting becoming a blood bath. Because the two offending Yce were not only eliminating people from the Fyre but Steam as well, Steam ambassadors insisted that any attempt at payback would be conducted with someone of Steam there to help and “assure our revenge too”. As far as people came Rawr didn’t mind Freeman all that much, he never really talked or tried to start a conversation but suited Rawr just fine. Through the driving whether the feeble headlights reached out into the gloom. The ute ground to a halt and Rawr reached across Freeman to roughly open the door. “Right then, you remember the plan, stick here until I signal for you and them come fast”. Freeman nodded and broke up to floated away on the wind. The plan was relatively simple. Rawr was drinking freezing cold water to dull his Fyre to dupe the two Yce into thinking he was someone who only recently had the Fyre awaken in them. When they thought they had him taken, Freeman would burst in and distract them long enough for Rawr to warm-up to full strength and help subdue them in order to take them into custody. It was a few more minutes of driving through the storm before a brief flicker of light penetrated the gloom. Slowly the old ute pulled up in front of the structure, basking in the hallow glow of the landing lights. Rawr stepped from the cab and cast his eyes around. Several other vehicles where also resting in front of the building. {Superb…witnesse}, Rawr pushed himself through the snow towards the door and pushed it open.



The inside of the seedy diner wasn’t much warmer than outside so most of the patrons kept their heavy snow gear donned. Rawr nearly groaned aloud at the display of Yce patriotism and only narrowly reined his contempt. He took two confident strides before muttering and slowing his strong strides to a shuffle, adopting a more hunched figure. If there was one thing Rawr wasn’t, it was subtle. The cold leather of the bar stool creaked as he placed his weight on it. A scrawny man came to a stop across the counter “Care for anything?” With Rawr’s face hidden by his hood, he carefully studied the man before him noting that unlike the patrons he wasn’t wearing warm clothes, this was one of the two he was searching for but with his Fyre dulled by the icy drink in his belly Rawr didn’t dare make a move now. “Yes, I would deeply appreciate a steaming hot cup of your strongest coffee thank you.” He nodded and yelled without turning “Charlotte, we got a fellow here who needs a bit of firing up. Strongest dark we got!” normally Rawr would have rolled his eyes at the use of such a obvious code word but he was being showered in the mans spittle and so was forced to keep his eyes shut tight. The person who’s name was Charlotte come out to the front to confirm the order, despite the obvious name Rawr was astonished that his second target was female. It was rare through not unheard of that there were female’s possessing the Tempest, most were still born or suffered from deformities that ordinary people passed off a genetic defects such as Down’s Syndrome, which is actual caused by the Tempest only half “infecting” (for a lack off better terms) the subject. Biologically, many females simply weren’t hardy enough to handle the Tempest. Many people had never seen there first birthday because the Tempest was awakened in them before they were strong enough to cope with it. Charlotte was a rather plain woman with high cheek bones the only thing putting her above dead average, at least, average in Rawr’s book. She too didn’t seem fazed by the evident cold. She gave Rawr a quick but clearly insincere smile before turning to the man “Tom when did he come in, he looks like his been stuck in a blizzard all day all alone.” {You don’t know the half of it lady} Tom looked critical at her as though seriously considering her {Now she plays the sweet wife and the husband here will crack} Tom sighed and flipped his palm at her before walking off to see to other customers {Here it comes the inevitable offer} Charlotte turned her gaze down on Rawr who returned a scrutinises glare. “So, come round here often?” she asked {Any moment now} “I travel a lot but it’s my first time here. I like variety and quite frankly I can’t stand to stay in one place for too long” Rawr replied. {Well, well somebody is taking their time} Charlotte smiled before asking “So, do you see much of the world then?” Rawr was beginning to lose patients, {This is taking longer than I thought}, he struggled to pull off a sincere smile, Rawr wasn’t extremely expressive so this was a major accomplishment for him. “Well yes but it does get lonesome sometimes without company, especially on these long trips” {Come on you dumb bitch, take the bloody bait already!} Her smile changed form false charm to a genuine smile. The kind of smile one might see on a new tyrant contemplating his next victory. She leaned closer and whispered into his ear “If it’s company your looking for, head ‘round the back to the far end, there’s a door there, I’ll be waiting for you” she gave him a seductive leer before leaving. Before she could move away from the counter Rawr snatched at her arm. She barely concealed her frustration before turning back, sickening grin already in place. Have Rawr not been noticing, her brief flicker of irritation would had gone unawares. “Yes?” she said. “Don’t I get me coffee?” Rawr asked suddenly concerned. The entire plan hinged in that coffee to warm him up so he could defend himself with the Fyre. Rawr quickly checked to see if Freeman’s signalling device was still in his pocket. The device was a tight knot of Steam that Freeman explained with minimal words that would alert him to assist when help was needed. But Rawr didn’t harbour hopes that Freeman would come and save him if things went bad. Many of these kinds of Op’s frequently had causality’s that “couldn’t be saved” by the survivors. Charlotte spoke, interrupting his grim thoughts “After I’m finished with you I’ll give you as many coffee’s as you like” Rawr knew he was treading on thin ice here “Doesn’t your husband know about this?” he asked, trying to stall for time. He could hear her teeth grating as she replied “That doddering oaf I have sent else where. Come to me before I change my mind!” Rawr knew that if he missed his chance now then he would need to try and capture them out in the open. With ordinary people about as witnesses, he knew no amount of money could bribe them in staying quite forever. Rawr sighed inwardly, this would be a much simpler if he need only kill the two offending Yce. But due to strict protocol he needed to capture them for trial and, unofficially, probed for information. Those two Yce however would have no qualms about killing him and Freeman {If Freeman hasn’t already scampered off that is} With a soft curse, more directed at politicians in general rather than his predicament he nodded and scraped his stool as he headed for the door. He wasn’t particularly worried about the situation. Rawr had been in many a life and death situation before. His talent for getting out of such trouble was legend. Even more so in the other sects of the Tempest. And Charlotte was about to find out why.
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Chapter 10

The Fyre Chronicles: The Parody


Complaint about spelling count = 10

The weeks after Tehvirusses death left everyone in a state of shock. By the end of the first day, delegations had been sent out to meet with the other sects of the Tempest to ask if they’d been involved. By the end of the second, people walked the halls of Byta in pairs and guards had been posted at major junctions. By the end of the third, teams of six were sweeping the entirety of Byta in an effort to find the killer. For the most part the Admin spent their time locked away issuing orders and conferring to themselves. Rumours about what had happened sprung up at every turn, many were mere fanatics but some were uncomfortably close to the truth. But all had in common the way Tehviruss had died, having his Fyre completely expunged. In the confusion nobody seemed to notice that Chimerea had changed dramatically, seldom speaking and avoiding public areas. Sometimes I felt that he was tailing me for some perplexing reason. This morning I was to go with Grimlock as well as Qbix, Xthakila and Edot in order to mend some plumbing. As mundane as it sounded, Defnop552 insisted that I now had to work my share for Byta’s upkeep. And so with the sun yet to rise and Qbix hauling our equipment in a suit case with a odd heart decal on it, we set off dutifully to what promised to be an extremely dull day. Slowly we wound our way through the maze of copper pipes and oppressive fog. Edot was in the lead was picking a safe path through the scalding pipes when he called out “Found one!” we shuffled to the side to allow Qbix through, we didn’t wait for the hulking Grimlock to pass but instead we scurried ahead so as to avoid being pushed onto the burning pipes. Grimlock was in a foul mood, due to his prodigious size he was stumbling into the pipes constantly and had spent the entire trip muttering or shouting a phenomenal quantity of inventive curses. We made our way forth, squinting against the cloak fog and steam, Edot was standing near a ruptured pipe that was hissing a large quantity of the steam in the air, leaving a large amount of water puddled on the floor. Not having even begun work and already soaked, we moved past Edot to give Grimlock the space he needed. Donning the thick leather gloves he grabbed the sides of the hissing pipe and pushed them together. Slowly the resistance if the copper gave way to Grimlocks bulk. Edot flicked his finger in an effort to ignite the Fyre, after a few attempts he succeed and pointed his finger at the split before sending a bright stream of Fyre across the small distance to weld the hole shut. Instantly the fog was expelled for the area, giving us short reprieve before flooding back in. We continued to move along in search for more leaks. As we walked I suddenly stopped, causeing several people to run into the back of me in a chorus of irritated mutterings. Ignoring their complaints I asked “Something’s rattling up that way I said pointing to a small maintenance passage. With an exasperated sigh Qbix pushed me up in the direction I’d gestured, “You lot keep moving along. I’ll go with Sherlock here and see what’s happening” With a deep breath of exhausted patience he gave me another push to send me down the passage. I was in the lead and was getting decidedly uncomfortable about the odd rattling coming from further on. The sound grew louder and I started to squint through the fog to try and make out what was the cause of the noise. Through the gloom a shadow slowly materialized, I suddenly noticed that what I was seeing way a dishevelled man with his hands and feet bound in chains the clinked as he walked. Each wrist was swollen and had dried blood around the edges of the manacles. “Hey! What are you doing down here? Who are you?” At the sound of my voice his head jerked up, slowly a smile spread across his face. “Ahh, so mortal have you come to take me from this place…hmm?” I looked confusedly at him “Er…what do you mean by ‘mortal’” he chuckled slightly and shook his head. “How do you not know of me? I am Sangheili God…Lord of Fyre” I frowned and turned back at Qbix, he was as pale as snow. He whispered quietly to me “We need to leave NOW. This guy is a mental, not by the Fyres doing but by his own. We locked him up because he thinks he is the ruler of Fyre and so believes he holds dominance over us. He seeks to make us slaves and by killing us off one by one he will find the foretold Chosen One when he is bested. In doing so he wanted to bring about a new war.” I was about to ask why when Qbix launched a Fyreball at Sangheili God and puled me down another tunnel. Behind us Sangheili God howled in rage and gave chase. As we ran through the cramped tunnel bumping into the walls as we sprinted away. Constant bursts of heat were the only indication needed to prove that Sangheili God was trying to kill us. I began to wonder why he hadn’t already hit us when a blot from the large pipe along side us shot out of its place and hit the opposite wall with deadly force. Through the whipping wind I heard Qbix’s voice bellow out “Use double shields quickly!” as soon I the shields had been conjured a storm of blots exploded from their housing and thundered against the opposing wall. One of the missiles hurtled through my outer “monitor” shield, causing the second to flare up and catch the projectile before it hit me, each explosion was deafening and released a blast of steaming water. The confined corridor became a symphony of ear shattering explosions. “His heating the water in the pipes to make them explode!” as if to punctuate my point, a wide spar of pipe hurtled down the tunnel and glanced of Qbix’s shields. Although it didn’t physical harm him, the force of the blow was ample to throw him in a dizzying spiral. His shield flared and under the withering barrage began to crackle under the strain. We continued our headlong sprint. The water was climbing above our shins and breathing was becoming more difficult. At the sound of a noticeably louder bang I threw myself forward, catching Qbix and pulled him to the ground as a large object whistled overhead. The chase and the near continues use of shields had completely exhausted Qbix. A direct hit from another solid object would collapse his shields and then he’d be at the mercy of the raving lunatic behind us. He’d be too worn out to keep running. Another cloud of hot water burst for a joint to our right and swept us off our feet. Flicking strands of burning hair from my eyes I turned to look down the tunnel. “Stay here.” I said, “I’m going to end this” Qbix gasped “ Don’t, he can rechannel your Fyre. It’s suicide!” but I’d already left him. I was in no danger from other explosion as the area behind us had been decimated. Through the gloom I spotted Sangheili God. I was tempted to ask him why he was trying to kill us but that sort of thing only worked in dumb clichéd movies. I promptly launched a Fyreball at him but the steam in the air choked the Fyre and it petered out before it reached its target. This time I compensated and hurled a larger and more powerful ball but found it screaming back at me. Caught unawares I was thrown back a few meters, when I looked up I saw him standing over me, grinning madly. “How many must I kill before I find him? How many must die before I find the Chosen?” he rasped. I only stared mutely back, he shrugged “Oh well, guess I will just need to keep looking” he said smiling rasing his hand over his head, Fyre slowly growing over his palm, a glint off the executioners blade. In my life there were times when I wish I had acted but failed to and so regretted it, this time I didn’t miss a beat. Swiftly I raised my fist at him and pumped my power into it, liquid light shot out and consumed everything in its way. Over the roar of the water and the howl of my concentrated Fyre, Sangheili God final words sounded but a whisper…”Found you!”
In the aftermath of my assault work crews would come to repair the damage would find a perfectly circular hole that had burned through the lower levels of Byta, spanned the chasm and continued for some few hundred meters through the earth on the far side before eventually stopping. Sangheili God was blamed for Tehvirusses death and in a wild attempt to kill Qbix and me accidentally carbonised himself while burning the hole. I didn’t offer to tell anybody what really happened, not even Qbix. Everyone congratulated us on our slim escape, but Sangheili God’s final words haunted me. After all that had happened I could understand Ian’s fears of a Chosen…as the prophesy foretold, ‘The coming of a Chosen heralds war”
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Chapter 9

Again, we will ignore the off-numbered chapters...