Post by bentokai on Oct 2, 2008 21:10:12 GMT -6
Thousands of years ago, on a continent far from Amestris, lived a mighty people. These people called themselves the Arcanites. The culture widespread and diverse. It supported many times the amount of amestris. the people had a mighty weapon named Arcana by the holy men and priests who practiced it, used only in times of war. Eventually the continent became a utopia. Many years past and the people, no longer in need of the weapon, cast it into a deep dark pit protected protected by enchantments of tremendous strength. They then forgot the weapon to the annals of history.
Hundreds of years later that very decision became the downfall of the Utopian sosciety.
A drunken fathers voice could be heard rolling over the plains. "MALROTH!!!! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!! YOU FUCKING FAILURE!!!."
As a boy of less the fifteen years old tore through the tall grasses of the the plains he cried tears for his strangled mother who lay on the floor of his home. Tears for his older brother who had had watched his mother die and then been beaten to death by a wheat thrashing rod held by his own father. The two elderly grandparents came next with a gory death from a scythe. The father had rounded on his youngest son baring his teeth. But his son had already run through the back door. The father passed out on the floor in a drunken haze.
Pain. Pain was all the boy knew as he ran and ran. He ran until he couldn't run any more, and then ran some more. It was well into night when the boy finally stopped running. Not because he chose to but because he fell. Down, down, down he fell, never truly landing. he came to a slow stop somewhere in the null void of darkness that surrounded him and in the darkness was not afraid. The pain he felt tore at him twisting him into an abomination of hurt and hatred, anguish and the need to hurt others.
In the darkness a bright light suddenly shone on the boy. "HELLO CHILD OF THE ARCANITES. HOW CAN I BE OF ASSISTANCE?"
The child was stunned. He hadn't seen light in what felt like lifetimes. without a thought he responded "help me kill them." "ALL OF THEM?". the boy thought for a minutes and said "Ill save my father for last."i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff92/crazyjesusthe/anime/Evil-1.jpg ( this link goes to an image of Arythe as he appears in the present)
Hundreds of years later that very decision became the downfall of the Utopian sosciety.
A drunken fathers voice could be heard rolling over the plains. "MALROTH!!!! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!! YOU FUCKING FAILURE!!!."
As a boy of less the fifteen years old tore through the tall grasses of the the plains he cried tears for his strangled mother who lay on the floor of his home. Tears for his older brother who had had watched his mother die and then been beaten to death by a wheat thrashing rod held by his own father. The two elderly grandparents came next with a gory death from a scythe. The father had rounded on his youngest son baring his teeth. But his son had already run through the back door. The father passed out on the floor in a drunken haze.
Pain. Pain was all the boy knew as he ran and ran. He ran until he couldn't run any more, and then ran some more. It was well into night when the boy finally stopped running. Not because he chose to but because he fell. Down, down, down he fell, never truly landing. he came to a slow stop somewhere in the null void of darkness that surrounded him and in the darkness was not afraid. The pain he felt tore at him twisting him into an abomination of hurt and hatred, anguish and the need to hurt others.
In the darkness a bright light suddenly shone on the boy. "HELLO CHILD OF THE ARCANITES. HOW CAN I BE OF ASSISTANCE?"
The child was stunned. He hadn't seen light in what felt like lifetimes. without a thought he responded "help me kill them." "ALL OF THEM?". the boy thought for a minutes and said "Ill save my father for last."i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff92/crazyjesusthe/anime/Evil-1.jpg ( this link goes to an image of Arythe as he appears in the present)
