Chapter 8

The Fyre Chronicals: The Parody


Complaint about spelling count = 8

“Come on hurry up!” snapped the diminutive individual near me. I scowled at him before returning my focus to the cup in front of me. I felt a sharp rap on the back of my head. “Don’t look at me you twit look at the damn cup!” I held my tongue and continued the dull staring. For two months now I’d been working with a tiny person who went by the name of Defnop552 who had obviously come from the upper class as he wore a top hat along with glasses and a respectable moustache. Unfortunately for him he had changed so that he was about the size of a baby with a comically large nose. I soon learned that the tiny combat trainers appearance was very deceptive. For most of the time I’d spent learning to use Fyreballs for attacking and defensive purposes and I was rather adept at creating Fyre in my fist. How ever I was still having trouble warming objects by creating the Fyre inside it as I was trying to do with the cup now. So far I’d only warmed it to Defnop552 satisfaction a few times. I was sorely tempted to just make the cup explode with heat but Defnop552 insisted I learn control. Over the months here I’d learned a lot about Byta’s background and its little secrets. Usually now my day would be an orderly routine of exercise than my lessons and perhaps some sparing with other people before an hour or so of Xbox Live and then bed. I’d began to discover odd things about the way people had been affected by the Fyre that I’d not expected. It’d started during a sparing lesson when I was “fighting” NightReaper5. As we had entered what Defnop552 would call a grapple but everyone else would call a pitched brawl, had accidentally poked him in his eyes. To my astonishment my finger went right through as though there were no eyes. Later he showed me that he could stick a knife right through until it disappeared completely…it was almost as though he was hollow. So in the time that I had to myself I went and tried to see how else people had changed in those subtle ways. I was surprised to say the lest. After having seen what NightReaper 5 could do I eventually managed to find the group of people I trusted the most at the same place and at the same time. These were the people who had originally found and taken care of me during my period of adjustment. As it turned out they were more than happy to show what was special about them. Tehviruss it seemed, had a talent for finding what was meant to remain hidden, Delta0Medusa had amazing reaction times and could see in every direction at once due to having snakes for hair. GuzzieStyle apparently could to a degree grant wishes…but for some reason they became corrupted very quickly. San Ting’s fiery red and gold hair also was more than we expected. Oddly enough this was the first time anybody had ask him about his special talent so many people also took intrest as he plucked out one of his longer hairs and passed it around so it could be inspected closely. As it turned out the hair was a delicate shimmering thread of Fyre. Smiling secretively he pulled out what appeared to by a small wad of his hair, but when he pulled on it, it expanded into shimmering tapestry. He also pulled out a second one and pulled it “open” o revel a large map with a miniscule spark to represent his position. Once open he could make the edges fold in on themselves and the centre expand in so as “zoom” in. My mind abruptly stopped it’s wandering as Defnop552 slapped me on the back. “What, what did I do now?” Defnop552 lifted the cup and sniffed it before turning to look at me “Brilliant job! You’ve managed to heat it just the way I like it.” I caught a whiff of coffee and realized why he had been getting impatent. Defnop552 quickly flexed his fingers and tossed a message Fyreball at me. “I reckon your doing quite well. You should join the tournament, here’s some directions for entire if you’re interested” obviously the drink had brightened his mood, I thanked him and left to get lunch but I was still confuse at why the cup had been heated when I had lost focus. I dismissed this thought as just plain luck. As I walked I began to think about what he’d suggested. The tournament happened once a month where competitors went through a series of challenges before battling each other for the bragging rights of victory. When I reached the mess hall I told my friends what Defnop552 had said. “I do believe you would excel if you were foolish enough to attempt it.” I still hadn’t managed to get over the way Rawr spoke with a slow, deep, evil, menacing tone that reminded you of perhaps a demon or a serial killed who enjoyed drinking the tears of children. And the fact that his eyes were always shadowed and glinted when they looked at you didn’t help. “I’d say Rawr is right you be fine” commented Big Ease quite oblivious to my discomfort. Needless to say there wasn’t much of an argument with everyone agreeing that I should do it so I did. A week passed and I worked myself harder that I’d done in a long time, practicing my skills until I felt completely confident. One day I received a Fyreball that told me where the competition was to be held and that if I wanted to compete than I should make my way to the “Amphitheatre”. When I arrived with the other competitors, some of which I knew, I stopped in shock at what I was seeing. Before me was huge racks of seats that evidently were meant to be taken by all the occupants of Byta. It distinctly reminded me of the cut scene in Halo 2 where the Arbiter was to be punished for all the Covenant to see. Except in reverse. I was at the bottom and everyone else was above me. The Admin took their places at the front as the judges and went through a long introduction ceremony that was extended as they made reference to Deacons death. Eventually they stopped and the pre-game challenges began. Most were easily completed such as hitting targets and the like. When the final challenge came so too did my apprehension. The final challenge before the sparing began was to stand on a very high and very thin poll while the crowd tried to topple you by hurling Fyreballs or paper or any thing distracting. As some of the competitors began to take falls I was getting concerned, I hadn’t prepared for this and now I going to lose before even reaching that task I’d trained for. When my turn came I used the Fyre to alighted on top of the pole and prepared myself for the onslaught. A Fyreball hurtled from above but the maker hadn’t put much effort into the throw and I easily deflected it. Suddenly someone dropped a bucket of water on me and I nearly lost my balance but a quick burst of Fyre held me up right. Soon I was being pelted with all sorts of objects. Defnop552 evidently knew this was coming and this is why he offered for me to participate. THAT thought got me really annoyed, if Defnop552 did that so I’d fail and it would teach me humility than he was SORLY mistaken. And without hesitation I unleashed my anger, fuelled by Fyre. A burning hot glow surrounded me and then it solidified. Around me a large ball of golden, liquid light slowly swirled around me in almost dream like patterns. I had no idea how long I held it there but I released the power and to my surprise…fell. I thumped back to the ground and looked up. Most of the crowd was still sitting there quietly staring at me. Over to the side a panicked Chimerea was struggling against several people while shouting “Invalid event! Fatal error! Doesn’t fit logic!” Behind me one of the Admin; Ian ran up to me and roughly grabbed me “Shit man are you alright?” I pushed him away muttering that I was fine. I felt strange. I knew that there should had been some side effects from using that much power but I wasn’t even fatigued. Ian stared “Are you sure? Using that much power should have killed you, it would’ve killed ME!” I only looked blankly at him. He clamped his hand over my arm and started to pull me away form my friend that were coming to see if I was alright. Ian led me into a small room and turned around to face me. “TKD Sketch delivered a report to me when you were found and rescued, he said that there had been a fight as obvious as it was but you were the only witness with us now. I NEED to know every thing that happened to the smallest detail.” So I told him. When I had finished he shook his head “Does any body else know about this?” I considered not revealing Tehviruss’s knowledge but Ian seem very worried. The moment Tehviruss’s name left my lips a message Fyreball was thundering down the corridor. “Why is this so important?” I asked. He didn’t answer me asides from muttering under his breath about “too soon” so I decided to sit quietly. A few minutes later the Fyreball returned. When he received it Ian frowned, his frown slowly melted away into shocked disbelief. He looked at me and cleared his throat. He took several deep breaths before slowly saying “Tehviruss is dead”
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Chapter 7

The Fyre chronicals: the parody

Complaint about spelling count = 7

Staring glumly at today’s cold gruel while trying to ignore my aching body I looked up at my companions. “So I’m dragging the truck along the ground and getting nowhere. And after what seems like an hour…(my throat closes up)…he say ‘maybe it would be easier if I’d taken off the parking brake.’” Around me people shared laughter at my expense. Gu turned his enormous, red mechanical eye my way while shrugging “Ah well, look on the bright side, pretty so you won’t need Professor Hojo’s exercise regime. I too had noticed that despite I’d been with Professor Hojo only a week I’d bulked up expediently. Nobody had bothered to explain how this had happened. Hojo mentioned It in passing but hadn’t really explained why having the Fyre helped grow fitter, faster but apparently it was a natural side effect that effected everybody. Some people became huge hulking monstrosities more muscle then…well…anything! I glanced to the aptly named Dualfinger who’d had his four fingers merge into two because of the Fyre. Now he looked at me and motioned to my miserable bowl of food. “Are you going to eat that cold mate?” he asked. Almost sarcastically I held up my finger and a bright spot ignited above the tip. Rolling the little Fyreball around on my hand I replied, “This is as much as I can do without Hojo clouting the back of my head and giving me a lecture on Fyre safety.” Dualfinger didn’t look convinced. “It doesn’t take all that much power heat up your meal y’know.” across the room the faint words “Syntax error!” drifted over. I sighed “Fine I’ll give it a shot but only this once.” A small mutter of encouragement passed around the table. Some people came over looking curiously at the little knot of onlookers. I grimaced and hunched over my bowl starting intently at it, trying to ignore all the eyes looking at me. My eyes slowly narrowed as I tried to recapture the feeling I felt at the fight that started all this. I kept staring. Slowly the minutes ticked passed and some people began to lose interest and walk away. Now I was really feeling like an idiot. How was I supposed to do anything under this stress?! Silently I cursed Dualfinger for putting me up to this, and than something odd happened. The meal spontaneously exploded, launching steaming hot spaghetti shrapnel over the mess hall. I shot Dualfinger a withering glance. But he only stared silently at me, a tiny smirk on his face. A raucous cheer went up around the room, shortly followed with both laughter and groans, the latter from those who caught the worst of the explosion. There was no cheering from those around my. Just frantic attempts to brush off the sizzling sustenance. Some people, such as Dual had managed to dive out of the way of a majority of the food. But seeing Dual lose his smirk and quickly begin to pick a scalding meatball off his shoulder did little to lighten my mood. Due to the fact that I was me who was hunched over the bowl to begin with and thus I had gotten a face full of the now hot paste. Needless to say getting the food off my face was high on my priority list. About two minutes of frantic scrabbling later most of the Food had been clear up before any of the Admin had come to the mess hall. I worked my way back to my dormitory bathroom and once there I began to scrap off the sticky residual. When ihad finished I looked up to see Delta0Medusa watching me. “I hear you’ve created quite a stir in the mess hall today.” “Word travels quickly here.” He shrugged and flopped down on his bed and kicked the far wall. The edge rose up to revel a shiny screen and an Xbox. Which he promptly put to use. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. “I didn’t know we had one of those” again he shrugged “Your aren’t meant to. At lest not for a while after you arrive. To distracting…apparently.” I growled before starting off to meet Professor Hojo at the same room we first been introduced. As I strode the magnificent halls of Byta I suddenly noticed that there wasn’t as much people as I originally thought. On my first walk through here I’d thought the place was bustling with activity only now after I’d meet many of the people did I realize that there were not the thousands that I’d envisioned. Lost in my thoughts I found myself at Hojo’s door before I expected it. Upon entering I could tell something was different. No heavy lifting gear was present. I suspected that it was one of his “jokes”. He sat behind his desk and looked at me, “I believe it’s time you learned about the Fyre.” Instead of looking dumbstruck as evidently he imagined I held a cynical expression “I thought you said I was not even near my peak physical strength.” He hesitated before answering “Well that’s true but look here, if you were at you were at the peak of power I you made a mistake you’d let out too much power for me to effectively plug. So I’ve advanced your training. Not that you will stop your physical training but it is time to move on.” Slowly I nodded, digesting the implications of what he said. “Fine, let’s get started.”
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Chapter 6

The Fyre chronicals: the parody

Complaint about spelling count = 6

Nervously I edged closer to the abyss. Below me the ground plummeted away into faint red glow. I turned back to Professor Hojo who had managed to keep up with me the whole time. “Are you absolutely certain about this?” Professor Hojo gave a mockingly warm smile and motioned over to edge. I turned and took a deep breath and launched my foot over the side. For an instant I felt my stomach rise to my throat in apprehension before my foot slammed down on the thin crystal bridge that spanned the chasm. With another encouraging push from Professor Hojo I began to trot out to the centre of the bridge. I knew that there was no need to feel disturbed by walking on the bridge, a fact I attributed to having nearly 100 people on it at a time. But the structure looked so gravity defying, so architecturally unsound I was sure it would break up. Worst of all the bridge only appeared thin and delicate from a vast distance away. In actual fact the bridge was a extremely vast structure. A great plaza in the middle of a chasm. Professor Hojo gave me another shove to push me on. Hefting the bag of rocks I staggered out over the bridge. Dodging people and the questions they threw at me I finally reached the centre of the bridge and looked back towards the main complex of Byta. Covered in a reflective gold sheen, Byta hung from the chasm walls like a limpet on a rock. In a rough diamond shape, the buildings jutted from the wall.I took several seconds to take in the magnificent sight before I bent my head down and began to trot back towards Professor Hojo’s room. Nearly an hour later I threw the pack to the floor and flopped down along side it, sweat streaking my face. Professor Hojo had some how managed to keep up with me without so much as a bead of sweat. “Right, showers are in your dormitories, head back there and get yourself cleaned up. You should already know where the mess hall is. I’d advise you to eat while you can and then-“ he handed me a slip of paper “Then follow those directions for your next…lesson” numbly I placed the paper in my pocket. “What about all those people out there? Do they do this kind of thing? I asked. “Oh certainly, but they already understand the Fyre and maintain their fitness by themselves. We need to train you however because your body isn’t used to the kind of strain necessary to use the Fyre.” I remembered how I’d struck out at the Yce, on later consideration I didn’t actually feel particularly exhausted when I attacked him. I wanted to point this out but I remembered how tehviruss had reacted and decided against it. The way I shambled back to my room would have shamed a zombie. My muscles ached so badly that my face was strewn with tears more so than sweat. Delta0Medusa was sitting in one of the small chairs of the room talking to San Ting and a ridiculously tall person whose eyes were pitch black. Although Delta0Medusa was facing away from me he said “Ahh…your back. Looks like Professor Hojo gave you a good work out.” San Ting turned to me and grimaced at my soaking body. “Well…THAT brings back memories.” He said looking apologetically at me. “Not meaning to be rude of course. Everyone starts out a mess like you.” I nodded at the newcomer. “Oh this is NightReaper5, some cloths are waiting onside the showers.” For the first time I noticed how everyone was wearing the same clothes. A sage colour with the picture of a stick man with his head on fire. “Ok, thanks…here hold this.” I gave San Ting the slip of paper. He frowned, “There’s a better way to carry messages you know.” He showed me the creation of a message Fyreball. “But Professor Hojo said I shouldn’t use the Fyre until I was stronger physically.” NightReaper5 interjected “Nobody is so weak that they cant’ pull off a messager Fyreball. Even people who are unconscious have enough power.” I thought about this and agreed. Turned out that message Fyreballs are just Fyreballs made in a elaborate way so that they can’t be “read”. Apparently it’s more like feeling the meaning rather than understanding it. After a few practice runs I finally got the gist of it. I cleaned myself and donned the plain clothes of dark sage. After that I thanked them and headed to the mess hall with my new talent and messenger Fyreball to guiding me to my next area after eating. At the table I found myself across from someone with a glum look on his face. “You alright?” I asked before noticing he was listening to an Ipod. Pulling out the ear phones he squinted at me. “Sorry, I was unable to understand the nature of you question.” Slightly taken aback I said “Well you had your head down and I though that you were, y’know…upset.” “Syntax error” “What?” he pulled out a scary looking sock puppet and stuffed his Ipod inside before looking at me critical. “Y’know, is invalid statement. Suggest correction to ‘you know’” I frowned but stayed polite. “My name is-” he interrupted. “I have acknowledged your presence. I am Chimerea” I decide to ignore him. Evidently the Fyre not only changed physical appearances but also mental ones as well, this I’d best ask about. Turning from him I focused on my cold food. Deciding not to risk burning my food with an attempt at heating it with Fyre I bolted my food and left for the place Professor Hojo wanted me. I opened the door and stopped. Professor Hojo was waiting on the hood of a large truck with its bull bar connected to a tether and a harness. There appeared to be rungs on the floor, and all around I heard people groaning as they pulled the trucks along the ground. Professor Hojo looked at me while grinning. I looked at the tons of steel before me “No, no no no no no!”
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Chapter 5

Well lightly skip the fact that Dualfinger miscounted his chapters when he now began using chapter numbers. XD

Chapter 4

The Fyre chronicles: The Parody



Tehviruss knockee on the door. “Hey Delty, you in there?” “yeah hold on….ok you can come in now!” came the muffled voice. The door opened and I stepped inside. “Hi how are you?’ said the person in front of me. Letting out a cry of shock I dove back outside the door. Tehviruss burst out laughing. I could only stare at him, for inside to door was a guy with snakes for hair. “Sorry mate I forgot. Look Delta0Medusa isn’t going to turn you to stone. His just …changed because of the Fyre.” Tehviruss told me. “Will it happen to me I?” asked nervously. “Well yeah, did you think San Ting or I used to have hair like this?”. “I though that San Ting had some Nordic background!” I protested. Delta0Medusa walked out of the room to see me flinch “Oh get over it you pansy, my amulet is what stopes me freezing people, but you keep that up and I’ll-“ he stopped and whipped of the necklace and stared at me. Needless to say I squeezed my eyes shut. I hear a sigh “Look I can’t turn people to stone ok, something this dramatic isn’t likely to happen to you, probably something boring like your eyes will change colour something. All I am is your room mate for now.” I slowly uncurled. “Look, the fact is that people aren’t suited to the Fyre, so to accommodate it the Fyre needs to make some subtle changes. Only someone whom is a true being of the Fyre will go unchanged.”. That night was one of broken sleep. In the morning Delta0Medusa took me to get food. After I had recived it I took a bite and gaged. “W-what? This is cold!” Delta0Medusa smirked, “We think of it as an incentive to try harder with learning about the Fyre.” He stood up an began to leave. “Enjoy!”. With my meal a hard lump in my belly, I began to follow the instructions that I had been given yesterday in order to find Professor Hojo. After getting lost twice and sidetracked thee times I final found where I was meant to go. When I got through the door I found Professor Hojo waiting for me. He was a wiry and almost deranged looking, just like the cartoon mad scientists. On his plain shirt was a strange triangular symbol. “What’s the picture on your shirt mean?” I asked having learnt last night that everyone seemed to have something that represented them like TKD Ske7ch’s teddy bear or GuzzieStyle’s badge. Delta0Medusa said something to do with “Messenger Fyreballs” but at the time I was rather preoccupied by his hair/snakes. “It is meant to symbolize the connection and balance between Fyre, Yce, Steam and Watyr.” Professor Hojo cleared his throat and asked “So, do you want to learn about how to use the Fyre?” “Well, not really all I want is to-” I was cut off for what felt like the thousandth time. “Yes or no?” I sighed with exasperation. “Yes” “Good then! Now would you consider yourself fit or not?” I gave him a sidelong look and replied “I’ve been sitting in an office cubical for the last 9 years but why do-” infuriatingly he talked over me again. “Right…here put this on.” He hoisted a backpack at me. When I caught it I heard a crunching sound from inside, and judging by the fact that it hurled me to the ground, I deduced that there were rocks inside. “Put that on and then run down to that bridge there and back again” he said as he gestured to one of the spindly bridges that I’d seen yesterday. “Why do I need to do this, isn’t Fyre controlled with the mind?” Professor Hojo shook his head while muttering something about always the same question “Yes Fyre is controlled by the mind but you can only unleash Fyre if your body can handle the strain. Anybody could destroy the world with the Fyre but their bodies would expire before they could draw on that kind of power. Consider that Fyre isn’t technical a power but we say it is because that is as close to understanding its nature as we are ever likely to get, people don’t have a natural reservoir of Fyre, we are merely a vessel for it, a symbion life, both existing together, neither controlling the other. Only manipulating, I’m sure you’ve seen some people that are a bit out of the ordinary have you not? You either have it or you don’t. This applies to all entities of the Tempest. If you are injured in a fight, you’d notice that you can’t draw as much Fyre as usually for fear of the consequences. Thus it is important to be as physically strong as possibly to be able to use more Fyre and for longer.” I remembered how Decons Fyre beam slowly got smaller. So it wasn’t because he couldn’t draw more Fyre, he just knew that if he did, he’d die. ‘Bit late’ I thought ‘If I’m in the same situation I’m going to just let it all out. If I die at lest I’ll take me enemies with me.’ I was jerked from my thoughts as Professor Hojo gave me a push to get me moving. “Come on, GO! We need to move on to more important work, move!” I scowled as I trotted out of the room. I knew for certain that I would not enjoy the next few days but it must get better at some point.
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Chapter 3

The Fyre chronicles: The Parody



“WHAT THE FUCK” was all that I could say. “calm dom were here to help you” said the one who called himself TKD Ske7ch. After a few minutes of ranting I final sighed and apologised for being so uptight. Guzzie smiled and said he knew how I felt. They called over a short gur with oddly yellow hair and a goatee and introduced me to tehviruss and told me he’d show e to the lace I would stay. For the first time I looked around the place I was in and couldn’t help but gasp. Soaring golden arches sourronded me with epic views of the sky through impossible beautiful glass windows. “Right well I gues you’ll need a history lesson then” my comaion said. I nodded dumbly. “Ok so after what we call the last war between all that have the power of the Tempest manifested in them (He cut off my question before I could ask) The “Tempest” is the general term used when talking about the different sects of Fyre, Yce, Steam and Watyr. Watyr was the strongest of the sects but were eradicated for this reason during the last war. The survivors of the war made a pact to not attack anyone on their home turf, this is why you were attack out in the open.”

“But how did they find me, how did YOU find me?”

”Well when you use the Fyre or any other power for that matter it creates a ripple effect that can be picked up by anyone.” I considered what I’d been told. “But if the was is over why did Yce try to kill me? And what was that Waty-“ I bit my tongue to stop form saying “Watyr but it was too late. He looked at me “ What did you say?”

“Answer my question and I’ll tell you” tehviruss scowled and spoke quickly “Just because the war has ended doesn’t mean the conflict has now tell me about this Watyr! You must tell me, one of the Admin, a survivor gave his life to get you here don’t let him die in vain”

“When the person with the Fyre-“ “Decon” tehviruss interrupted. I frowned and started again “When Decon was losing aganst the Yce his stream of energy reached a certain size and then there was a monster explosion and the Watyr guy came and killed both.” I deliberately left out the part where the Watyr said he’d later kill me “Then San Ting, GuzzieStyle and TKD Ske7ch showed up and the Watyr left”. The viruss look worried, “Listen, you must not tell any else alright? People miht panic if they think another Watyr might be on the lose.” “I wasn’t planning on telling them.” Tehviruss nodded and then pushed me down a corridor. “I think you should see this, it’ll help take your mind off what’s happened. We reached a balcony and at tehvirusses gesture I looked over the edge, my jaw dropped and everything fled my mind. Beneath me was an enormous chasm, appearing to stretch on forever into darkness. Over the abyss were delicate and spindly bridges made of the same strange glass as were on the domes. Without turning back to tehviruss I asked “B-but how?” with a soft chuckle he replied “this is the site where a small squad of soldiers from each sect fought. See now why it was critical to end the war?” I nodded slowly, unable to remove my eyes from the vast spectical. “Come on,I need to show you to your bunk, you can save your questions for Professor Hojo, he can answer them better than me.” And so I slowly walked away from the sight to being my new life.
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Chapter 2

The Fyre chronicals: The parody part 2

Suddenly I felt the urge to smack myself. A VOW? Well I thought maybe it would add determinate to avenge this other being of Fyre.Abruptly I sat down and held my head in my hands, for the first time in my life I felt truly alone. 'Well not really' I thought. glanceing at the sky, then with a violent burst of heat I was thrown forwards to come crashing down to the shattered cement. I turned, my rage at the death of the man causing my Fyre to burn high, a ball of seething energy growing in my fist. Before me three people stood, oddly, they too had the Fyre. What was this? Perhaps the Fyre wasn't as uncommon as I believed. My thoughts were interuppted when one of them whispered "Damn, they got Decon". The one who spoke looked at me, "Come here. We've got to leave before any more arrive". Before I could protest they jerked me off my feet and with a bright burst of light and heat we left the battle site.

For the what felt like the hundredth time i collapsed the the floor, gdragging in air. "Easy pal, just clam down" I looked incredulusly at the speaker. " Is ok, your safe now. Name's San Ting, this is GuzzieStyle and TKD Ske7ch. Welcome the Byta, the home and sanctury of those possesing the Fyre!"

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