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Archelaus
By: Psycho Brownie (Kameron)

In the land of Alvacidian, in the dark mysterious corridors of Devestorius is a woman with no name, culture, or race. She is pregnant ready to give birth to her child in a dark alleyway abundant with rats and trash. There is strange writing on the bricks of these buildings. They are simply weathered away by time leaving dents and fractures in these old structures. The whole city is quiet. Even the water makes no sound upon the beaches. Everything is silent as it should be at this time of night. Everyone is sleeping, preparing for the sun to arise so that they can go to work in the morning. The woman sits upon bare concrete ground with her back leaning against a trash can. Her screams are ignored, but surely they are heard by the Sentinel. Finally the child has emerged; a new baby boy is born into the world. She holds her baby up listening to his cry, slowly wiping away the blood from his body with newspaper. She is too weak to stand, and as she stares into her creations eyes, she is proud as a mother, but there is worry in her eyes. She reaches for the trash choosing the softest layers of newspaper and weaves an unpleasant, but miraculous bed. She lays her creation down beside her into it, wrapping him up carefully and comfortably. She cries as he does. The baby is laid into the newspaper bed. She kisses her child upon the forehead and, in her last breath, she mumbles.
“Goodbye, Archelaus”.
She falls to the floor, eyes closed never to awake again. She turns immediately into dust and then floats away in a cool breeze that drifts through the city. She is never to be seen again and her baby boy is left all alone. Soon the superiors will be on their way to collect this child, since he is a sin. The mother has doomed this child. He has been named and a name is the one of the worst things a peasant can do. This child will surely be killed. The bright red sun slowly peaks over the horizon. The air has become dry and the sun has already begun to scorch with extreme heat.
Everyone awakens to the sound of the great horn. The horn is controlled by the Sentinel to awake all the land. They begin their busy day dressing up in the dull gloomy robes they are forever doomed to wear. Numbers stitched into the shoulder of this itchy natural wool grey garment make it unbearable. The children constantly complain about the long hours and uncomfortable clothing but this annoys the sentinel and they are put to death. It’s a sad scene to watch. These are real people, forced to awake everyday at whatever time the horn screams. Constantly working all day and all night with the little chance of even an hour of sleep. These are dangerous jobs that either kill you or leave you choking and hacking towards your death slowly and painfully. Children crying with acid in their eyes, fingers ripped from their hands, and more gruesome images go on in the work factories. And every time a child scream or yells or an adult stops working and is being ignorant, they are shot down instantly and the work keeps going. Nobody stops to look at the victims; they are full of fear. The Sentinel knows all, sees all, hears all, and controls all. He knows what everyone is thinking and what everyone does. He sees it all and punishments of severity will be given. He is all that is and all that will be, no one dares stand up to the Sentinel as there are far worse punishments than death.
The Sentinel lives in Gogtonia in the Sentinel Palace. The Sentinel Palace is a horrible place, the most gruesome place in all of Dervonia. Gogtonia has tall walls, the walls are mounted with sharp needles, and on the points are heads. The whole city smells of death. It’s a strong smell not only to the nose, but it clings to you like a disease. The sky is gray and gloomy and the temperature is extremely frigid and cold. Then there the Sentinel Palace, which people who are of no importance wouldn’t dare even look at. The Sentinel Palace is red and black; it’s a tall building with a sharp point at the top in which the Sentinel himself resides. He looks over the land constantly and has special powers to punish and destroy. He ruins anything happy.
In the town of Kono long ago, there was happiness. The people were proud and lived peacefully without interruption. It was a normal day; the good people were just awaking to the bright sunshine. The children went to school, and the adults went to work. Jobs as doctors, teachers, farmers, and any other job they wished. Then the Sentinel found out of this happiness. It disgusted him causing him to send his Superiors armed with guns and their bright red glowing swords. They all walked in there and wiped them out. Left nothing alive not even the trees that dwelled there. The once sweet valley that was abundant with flowers and trees, fish and farmland, and the peaceful town of Kono had turned into a dead place. No grass just dirt and dead dirt at that. It was all dead, and the Sentinel made sure he locked all those souls in the Pit of Screams. This was their final resting place, a place that’s worse than death as it is. All their souls are trapped their forever never to emerge again. As if death was not already a punishment of severity. The Sentinel is nothing but a spy with ultimate power. He chooses when the sun sets and rises and chooses when the moon shines it’s great light upon the people. He is not a person, he cannot possibly be. He has no heart and no soul. What kind of monster kills children, or better yet innocent people period? It’s extremely sickening.
The day has begun, and the people march the streets off their assigned factories and jobs. Each job has been selected based on age, health, and strength. The Children always get the most dangerous jobs using heavy machinery. They make things for the Superiors and the Sentinel. They make the Eppins that the Superiors fly in all day, they build the parts for the Sentinels new palace, and they build the toys for the Superiors children to play with. The children they wish that they were. The children of the Superior are allowed to have names. As a matter a fact, the Sentinel, Superiors, and families are all allowed to have names. They get everything that they want while the good people, the people who have done no wrong get nothing. The people are miserable; they even consider death as a prize now. It is the only real punishment beside the Pit of Screams, and the Pit of Screams is worse than death. There have been many rumors going around that the Sentinels Palace has many more rooms of torture and torment, ones far worse even than the Pit of Screams, but those are just rumors. Sadly enough, the person who started that rumor ended up in the Pit of Screams a week later. The people walk the black cobblestone streets marching together. A family of three marches in the line, they look as if they are foreign as they walk and look different. Sure they have the dull gray uniforms on but they don’t walk in align with everybody else. The family consists of a mother with dark brown hair rather plump in the face, a father with a shaved head and a white scruffy beard, he resembles a lumberjack, and a small girl maybe seven or eight years old with a tear in her eyes. She has dark brown hair as her mother with a more slender face. While walking they hear the distant but fearful cry of an infant. Slowly they creep away from the marching line towards the sound. They walk without sound until they reach the alley in which the baby is crying. Astonished by the sight of the baby lying in a newspaper bed. The Mother picks the child up wrapping him up in the bosom of her uniform. She makes sure that he is comfortable as she wants him to stop crying, and he does. They slowly creep through the alleyway into the dark corridors. They pass through the sewers, through the deadwood forest finally reaching a small home outside of Devestorius. The home is made of steel, rust surrounded its edges, and the whole house had a tilt. It is quite horrid, lying upon old rubble. The door, made of some old bark carefully carved, the knob made of steel as of the house. The family approached their house with fear, rushing through their front door placing the infant upon the bare floor. There was no furniture, the floor is cold making the child cry. The family is somewhat relieved knowing that the child is safe inside the house. Little do they know that the Superiors are on their way to retrieve him because of the one sin his mother committed for him. The name.

Would you read this? smile

o.o hellz yes I would read that! xD post post post post! biggrin I really like the story, it has a very dark edge around it <3

Yeah, I think I'd read it. It seems like it could be interesting.

to tell you the truth... i am one of those people that likes to be pulled in by the first paragraph and iw as bored by the second sentence. sorree.

argh! It was a good first chapter! keep on going! that dark stuff spurs me!!