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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Character:
      Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Abandoned_Work_-_Unfinished_and_Discontinued, Someone_can_ask_me_if_they
      want_to_pick_it_up
  Series:
      Part 1 of Tales_of_Arden
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      Published: 2017-03-22 Updated: 2017-03-27 Chapters: 3/? Words: 1732
****** Heroes of Glory ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     I don't know how to write Descriptions
     UPDATE: 100 hits! thank you
     comment or die plebs
***** Chapter 1 *****
A cold darkness took hold of the forest.
Sprung as if from the depths of the underworld itself, it consumed all in its
path, darkening colors that were once lively and green as it spread from the
epicenter in the middle of the forest. A crumbling tower, made of darkened
stone and covered in moss, its shape still remaining, standing tall amidst the
treetops. The darkness was seeping from its base, down through a hidden trap
door and through a long, musky, dirty tunnel and into a large sprawling room of
stone and wood, in the center of the large room stood a chanting figure in
purple robes, his face hidden and his body shape concealed by his robe. He was
surrounded by his followers, hundreds of them all dressed in black robes
similar to the man in the center, they went about the business of magic and the
arcane, arts that were forbidden on the continent of Arden. the robed figures
continued their chant, low and foreboding, blue energy began to gather around
the room, sparking like lightning. it pulsated upwards to the cavern roof and
went right through it to the surface. The energy blasted into the sky in a beam
of blue light, and disappeared into the clouds. The grey clouds turning black
as night. 
And it began to rain
***** The Newham Man *****
Chapter Summary
     I hate my titles
It was a peaceful sleep in, oh well
Beep beep beep beep! The alarm clock blared its shrill noise, Harald Miller
rose from his bed in his Newham apartment and glanced at the source of the
noise, 8:45 AM, it read, he shook himself awake and headed for the bathroom.
Looking into the mirror he studied his appearance, he was 21, had caucasian
skin, long brown hair and a prominent stubble, his eyes were mismatched due to
Heterochromia, his left eye was blue and his right was brown. He was of a fit
athletic build, and his most distinguishing feature, his height, he was 5,11
feet tall, he towered over many in britain, who mostly stood at 5,9. His father
had been afflicted with gigantism so he supposed he had gotten the height from
him. He turned from the bathroom and headed out into the stairwell to go
downstairs. He walked over to the fridge and got some of last nights leftovers
- A cold steak and kidney pie. He was less than financially stable but he
managed, he grabbed his pack from the table and stuffed it with supplies for
the day he planned on, a tramp into the British countryside would do him
nicely. A rope, some bandages and antibiotics, his phone, food rations, and
most importantly, his Machete. He had bought the blade at a hunting store, it
was long and ever so slightly ornate, the blade was straight with a curve at
the top, about 11 Inches long, and strong enough to break thick wood. Medieval
history was his passion, and he relished the Machete he owned. Packing his
things into his bag and hooking his sheath for the Machete into his belt, he
grabbed his keys and headed out the door, locking it behind him. He wandered
out into the brisk morning air, there was a mild wind today so his hair
billowed to one side as if he was posing in a movie, he resolved to walk to his
destinations today, he was heading to North Downs Way trail in Kent, a long
walk to get there in of itself, but he had been wanting to do this for years,
and now he finally had mustered the will to do so. He was about to set off when
a thought struck him, he would be all alone with nobody to talk to, no one to
help him If he got hurt. His mind turned to one person who lived just across
the road from him, Sophia Jensen.
Sophia Jensen was the disowned 18 year old daughter of two Danish parents who
were part of a Neo-Pagan cult known as the Vingesti, a Cult that worshiped Odin
and traditional norse deities. Sophia had not wanted to be part of the cult
life and tried to run away, her parents had let her, but said that if they ever
found her again, she would be sacrificed to Odin. Sophia had fled to London by
booking passage on a boat and applying for refugee status in London, She had
then met Harald when he was about to head out on his walks into the
countryside. Sophia and Harald became fast friends, companions ever since that
day they met. Harald crossed the street and approached Sophia's door, he
knocked three times and stood back.
“Be with you in a minute!” Yelled a soft voice, Sophia’s voice.
“I can wait” Yelled back Harald, his voice deep but warm.
“Harald?” Yelled down Sophia, he could hear a rush of footfalls, and Sophia
rounded the corner, without a shirt on, She’s always been a bit clumsy, thought
Harald as he covered his eyes.
“Sophia put a shirt on” He said, holding back some laughter. Sophia blushed as
she looked down at her naked chest. “Oh for the love of…” She said as she ran
back to get a shirt. One minute later she came back to the door with a red T-
Shirt on.
“Sorry Harrold, been a bit distracted with things recently” She said
apologetically
“Hey I'm not complaining” He replied playfully, Sophia gave him a light push
and a “Stop it you”
“So I have an offer for you Sophie” Said Harold.
“What would that be?” She replied curiously.
“Backpacking” He said with a flourish of his hands
Sophia looked at his machete quickly. And with a nod of her head, spun on her
heel and slammed the door. Harold was left standing there in the doorway.
Sophia had never done something like that beforehand, what had gotten-.
He stopped when the door opened again and Sophia stepped back out, a short
recurve bow slung over her shoulder, and a quiver of arrows in her hands.
“When do we leave?” She said with a grin.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I need to write longer paragraphs, they look long
     in Google docs, I promise, also Chapter one is going to get a
     revision, maybe, possibly, 50-50,
“When do we leave?” She said with a grin.
Harald was taken aback with Sophia’s joke for a brief second, but regained his
balance quickly.
“Now, we leave now” He said. Extending his hand in a gentlemanly manner, she
took it and was escorted out her house, Sophia turned to lock the house and
walked beside Harold.
“So where are we going then?” She asked him. Harold wondered if she would go
back when he learned how far they were traveling
“Dover” He responded curtly
Sophia looked at him with an agonized face. Harold though she would turn around
right then and there. But instead she straightened her back and told him, chin
held high.
“I will take you up on your challenge”
Harold didn't reckon a day's walk much of a challenge but he resolved to humor
her a bit.
“Deal” He said to her. They talked about other things too as they walked their
way out of London and into the surrounding countryside. Harold was somewhat
lost in thought, something felt off today, something felt sinister ever since
they had reached the edge of the outskirts of London, it was like an
overbearing weight on his shoulders and skull.
“Harold? Harold?” Said Sophia’s voice, snapping Harold back to reality. “Yes?”
he replied to her. “You seem odd, you okay?” She said to him, truth be told he
didn't really feel all that well, but they were a bit too far away from London
by this point to go back now.
“Yeah, just lost in thought that's all” he said to her. “Okay, you're the boss
big man” Sophia chirped. Harold didn't like her tone then for some odd reason.
He stuck his arm out to stop her and looked around the area. They were walking
via Fawkham road, the area around them was heavily forested. Traffic was almost
non existent right now, and the normal noise of forest animals was strangely
silent. Even the wind was making little noise.
“Sophia, do you think this is odd? There's almost no sound anywhere” He said to
her, she looked around as well.
“Yeah… this is very strange” She said, her voice caked with worry. Harold
looked to the skies, clear and blue, fine for hiking or backpacking.
“Harold, I’m getting freaked out here, I think we should keep moving” Said
Sophia, her voice was panicked now. Harold wasn't listening though, something
In the forest was calling to him,. Harold! It whispered. “Did you hear that?”
He said to Sophia. “No, what was it?” She responded. Harold took off into the
forest suddenly. “Harold?” Yelled Sophia as she took off after him. Harold
dashed through the trees, Sophia hot on his heels “Harold where are you
going?!” She screamed at him. Harold continued running through the trees,
Harold The voice continued. He kept running as the voice got louder and louder
Harold, Harold, Harold. It was as loud as a scream now. He Knew he was deep in
the forest now. Ceasing his run, he came to a clearing, In the middle of the
clearing stood a small black stone ruin, circular like a tower. Sophia suddenly
came crashing through the trees, her body covered i small cuts from the
branches she must have hit while running after him.
“Harold! What are you doing!?” She screamed at him, Harold looked down at
himself, then back up to Sophia.
“Don't you hear it?” He yelled back angrily at her. “Its calling to me!”
“Who is?” She yelled back at him.
“I don't know, can't you hear it!?”
“No!” She screamed again, tears began to well up in her eyes. “C’mon Harold
this isnt funny!, stop it!””
Harold turned around as the voice began to scream his name again Harold! Come
closer!. He edged closer to the tower, ignoring Sophia’s yelling. Closer Harold
Closer. The voice was indescribably loud and Harold’s ears began to bleed. He
reached the ruined tower and saw in the centre of it, a swirling mass of
colors, red, purple, blue, white, all of them. A strong wind began to emerge
from the vortex. Suddenly the ground was no longer under him, and he began to
fall. The last thing he heard before everything went black was Sophia screaming
his name.
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