|REbirth of Chaos
Author: Hanako-chama PM
In present Aernas, peace rules over. But evil is still lurking about and rising hastily. So the fate of mankind now returns to the palm of GC. But problem is, in the new world where fantasy is lost and beliefs are just nonsense. How can they achieve the power to rival against evil? And especially when the world sees GC as a mere fairy tale now. Full of poems and nonsense like that.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 10 - Words: 72,330 - Reviews: 36 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 03-29-13 - Published: 10-29-12 - id: 8652994
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I'm back. Yeah. I've got a little freedom now...
So here's a rewritten version of Rebirth of Chaos. I've made some changes here and there in the story plot as well. And poems! YES! The poems~! They've become something symbolic to the story that I've kept them. And modified their purpose as well and what not and whatever.
Ah and Azin and Rin. Those two are kicked out for the fact I am not confident in writing about them as well as the information I've had about them. So on the safe side, they're not included in the story. What was that? Lime? Nope, no idea. XP
Rebirth of Chaos - A Grand Chase Fan Fiction
Story © Hanako-chama
Grand Chase © KOG & SG Interactive
Prologue: The Oath & the Song
The red headed savior glanced at the horizon. There, their enemies lay waiting for them to come. For the final battle that ends this war of darkness once and for all. She swallowed back all her fear, all her worrying, letting her passion to fight for the freedom of all. She took a quick glance back.
All her companions wait behind her, waiting for her usual shout to charge forth. With confidence, she stood mightily before them. She looked at each and every one of them deeply into their eyes. She spoke, "Ready for this, guys?"
An immediate yes was replied back from everyone. She gave a curt nod of understanding and turned towards their opponents. It was finally time to end this chasing game. But it also meant that the time for them to train beside each other, to fight with the others and to even just have a fun time together with the others were going to end.
She felt a warm trickle on her cheek.
"Elesis.. Are you… Crying..?"
"No I'm not…!" She snapped back before turning towards them, trying so hard to hold back her tears. "... This is going to be the last time we'll be together guys… So no bad memories, alright?"
A battle mage smiled, touched by her companion's deep care for the rest of them. "After this is over, we'll all party out at Kerrie's beach."
"Then let's all swear the Oath of Friendship." An abyss knight spoke up. "That we'll all be together. Now, whilst we are still alive. Later, after we've won the victory we deserve. And even after we're separated by death, we'll see the other in our next lives."
The savior took the first move, firmly placing her hand before her circle of friends like the leader she was. "To Oblivion, shall our bodies crumble into."
Next to her, an orange haired vanquisher patted her hand, smiling proudly, being a somewhat born follower. "To the next world, shall our souls float to."
The abyss knight took the next turn, after feeling a second of defeat from failing to get the turn after the knight. "It could be that we will be together once more."
Heterochromatic eyes stared at this. The geas sighed and followed after, wanting to get over this as soon as possible as she dryly commented, "Or we might not even encounter the other again."
The battle mage softly smiled to her leader and hummed gently. It was rare of them to do something as precious as this, despite its childishness. "Though, whatever memories we had made."
After she was done, something surprised them all as they saw a demonic thorny claw taking the top of the pile of hands. The dusk bringer merely grunted when all eyes of disbelief looked at him. "Never shall they, fade away without a single trace."
The arbiter then took his turn with reluctance, seeing as the rest were slightly hesitant to rest their palms on the massive claw. "Because gaze upon the past, shall we all."
Expected by all, the striker overtook the arbiter. He was the only one closest to the demon. Actually, he's the only one who's closest to a demon. "In our dreams of recollection, of remembrance."
A light shove down of the pile of hands was made by a red headed rama. He couldn't wait any longer for a better chance. "And with them, shall we be lead on to each other."
The nova chuckled as she reached out onto the rama's hand. She knew how important this was. "For it is the bond called friendship that we forged."
Seeing the pile of limbs together, the harbinger scoffed. She didn't really want to associate deeply with humans, but another glace over them made her think otherwise. She decided to lightly place her finger on the side of the heap. "That we now swear shall never be left broken."
Groaning as she saw that it was getting cramped, the starlet shoved her own petite hand on the mess. But being so close to her friends, she gleamed happily as they were the only ones who knew the real her. "And as well, forever will we nurture it to blossom."
A usual light laughter from the prime knight as his gloved hand landed softly, nearest to the knight – his great granddaughter. Though he knew he always troubled her, he never fails to show how much he cares for her. "From this present we all reside in, living."
Once he saw he was the only one left, the seeker sighed. He knew not the real reason of this action, but his sword's nagging made him gave in to it all. Another sigh as he tapped his fingers on to the rest of them. "Until time itself has stopped its gentle breathing."
The red haired teen glanced over her watch. 7.30 am. She sighed as she looked up at the sky. How many times does this make where she had been late to school? She groaned to herself once more to the fact that she should have applied to a school closer to her home. Then again, she sighed, this school was the most closest. The train slowed down and the messy young adult next to her stood up.
His orange bangs flopped about as he got off the train. Though he didn't like the way they covered his eyes, he didn't really liked the barber either. Using his headphones that boomed loud music into his ears, he adjusted them onto his head and pushed back his hair, as if it was a headband. Whistling lightly of the song he was listening to, he passed by a smartly dressed man, a huge contrast to him.
The blue haired man groaned as he boarded the train, seeing it lightly congested by life. It just meant he missed his usual morning train by being late. He groaned once more as an aching headache tortured him. He regretted drinking more than enough beer the night before. Especially on a weekday's night. But it was customary to drink your fill up when you go to your high school reunions. He sighed once more, cursing his fate for trying his luck in a drinking match with an ex-classmate he didn't even knew existed.
She threw the wrench towards her tool box and leaned onto the wall, growling in irk as she felt the thumping pain in her head, her heterochromatic eyes glaring at it deathly. Oh why did she drink gallons of beer last night? Actually, why did she even attend the reunion party in the first place?! She didn't really know half the people there. Because she remembered she only associated with a few people back in high school.
She lightly pushed back the books into their respective shelves. As she picked up a blue colored book, she noticed that it was of a book of mechanics. She smiled as it reminded her of an old friend. But a glance over her lilac wristwatch made her set down the book. It was nearly lunch, and it would be her turn to be on duty at the front desk. Leaving the trolley of books to be sorted out later, she headed towards the front, passing by an oddly dressed man.
He growled in anger after getting kicked out into the street by security. How was he supposed to know that the library didn't allow tearing of books?! Wasn't the place a sanctum of reference or something?! And the way they stared at him was as if he was like those stupid punks with chains and stuff. This was a free country for Hell's sake! He could dress any bloody way he wanted. He sighed reluctantly, bushing back his purple hair. Another irk thing in this world as he stormed away, unaware of a hand trying to reach out to him.
The brunette decided it wasn't a good time to talk with his companion, seeing as he looked more than just pissed off. But how else was he going to kill his time, after getting fired from his job the day before. There was always community service, but he hated doing free labor to anyone. He exhaled gravely, remembering the recent events. Despite being an excellent marksman, he could never have made that shot and eluded endangering his teammates.
He marched through the hallways, towards his leader's room. Once he barged in, he could only see a man resting in his bed and fatally injured. Next to the bed was a woman in grief. He knelled down, silver bangs hanging over his face as he begged for forgiveness of his lack of action in the field. If he were to come earlier, he would have never seen this scene before him. But he felt torn apart, knowing that he also had a good reason to be late as well.
The red head laughed as he waved goodbye to the children at the playground. They seemed much more eager and upbeat than before, especially when he had introduced to them a new 'older brother'. He sighed though. Even if there's a new person helping out at the center, it won't change the fact that the place was getting shut down. And those kids wouldn't have anywhere else to go to. He caught a glance at a poster on a notice board and examined it, unaware of the eccentric looking girl next to him.
She hummed her favorite song as she stapled a brightly colored poster on the notice board. It was about an upcoming event that was taking place just in Kanavan's center. Although it hadn't even started, she was feeling hyped up. She skipped towards another area where she could spread the word of this occasion, letting her Lolita dress and her straightened gold hair flow after her. When she saw a woman staring at her with interest, she approached her.
After receiving a flyer about an anime convection from what she assumed as a 'cosplayer', she merely laughed, throwing back her pink hair. Although she wasn't so fond of the current generation, she found it hilarious that there were still some of them who were doing silly things to amuse themselves. Then again, she had done pretty stupid things herself when she was younger. But the fact that the said some were still trying to preserve their childish nature made her feel a little blissful. She then noticed that a familiar name was going to have her appearance in the event.
She chugged down another bottle of water. Once it was empty, she aimed and threw it towards the bin and wasted no time to practice her singing. She felt pumped up, after getting a text from her childhood friend that she'll be attending her concert. Singing her heart out, she wanted to make sure that she hit every notes right, every pitch right. She wanted it to be near to perfect for everyone to hear her voice so that they could also hear the meaning of the song as well. Despite thinking that, she was ignorant to the man who was lying down in the park's bench just meters behind her.
He understood her passion for singing as he silently listened to her. But couldn't she pick a better place to practice than the local park?! It was his favorite place to rest in and gaze at the stars above in the heart of the city. He sighed reluctantly as he picked himself up to leave the girl alone. In any case, he had wanted to meet someone. Dragging his feet, his black eyes glinted lightly under the moon.
He reached up to close the shop, pulling out a padlock from his pocket as well. As he did so, he had heard a familiar soft chuckle. He didn't turn to greet him, but merely made a grunt to acknowledge his presence. Tying back his grey hair, he looked blankly at the scruffy man. He looked different than how he was many years ago, but he still possessed that infamous grin of his.
"I'm guessing that you coming here means it's time, isn't it?"
"Unfortunately, it is... Tme for the kids to wake up."
The savior groaned. After that near to life-threatening strike, she collapsed onto her knees, desperately grasping on to her swords to keep herself from falling into death. Her companions were still fighting on beside her, now wasn't the time for her to rest. She struggled to stand up on to her feet.
She then heard a soft hum into her ears. Unaware of where it came from, she panicked as she glanced to her left and right. No one was there to whisper in her ears. But she heard it. Looking at her friends, she noticed they were slightly hesitating as well. She assumed they could hear it as well.
'Savior of Bermessiah, your passionate flame blazing on,
Gaia's Vanquisher, defend all with your raging storms,
Abyss Knight, joust a path for us towards victory,
Beautiful La Geas, with secrets, uphold your beliefs,
Battle Mage of vast strength, show your might,
Destruction King Dusk Bringer, make them bow down,
Arbiter of Justice, pursue they who break your law.'
'Striker of unfathomable silence, protect us in the shadows,
Brave Rama, let your courageous spirit blow them away,
Nova of the Forest, with arrows of steel, conquer them,
Harbinger of Doom, terrify they with a gravely death,
Rising Starlet, move their hearts with your graceful voice,
Prime Knight, even in immortality guide them to greatness,
Seeker, advance forth to fulfill your true purpose.'
It was a song of encouragement that seeped into her ears. Into everyone's ears. She roared with an ambition to win, forcing herself onto her feet and charging forward. The others were equally motivated, getting their individual strengths from within. She swung her swords to land the strike that may end it all, just as the rest with their own. The constant fighting. The never ending war. The continuous chasing.
'Let courage conquer the fears that tries to cease us,
Let strength overwhelm the hatred that consumes us,
Let justice rage upon the lawless that tortures us,
Let friendship overcome the difficulties that slows us,
Let hope lead a path through the ordeals that torments us,
Let light shine upon the darkness that dares to devour us,
Let love keep together the faith that is shared by us.'
Yet they failed to listen closely to the last part of the song as she screamed her signature skill.
'Because once more shall the balance be disrupted,
As evil shall soon climb back to its former glory,
Craving more than just the domination of Aernas,
And by then shall all of us be summoned together,
Crying out each of our names in its time of need,
Gathering us together to chase the immoral again,
For the Rebirth of Chaos will wage war against all.'
Prologue – End
That's it from me for now =D
I hoped you all enjoyed a slice of the story, even though to some of you, the prologue's like a repetition of the older version. But meh... -w-"
Edit : I don't like how they called Dio a Twilight. It sounds... Weird... (not to say that I hate the Twilight series... Well, I do but...) I can understand that the job Twilight is the time of when he was in depression (or something similar) followed by his glorious victory... But it kind of breaks the whole Dio's job-is-called-something-that-is-related-to-a-demon kind of thing (stygian, drakar, leviathan) and it just doesn't sound fitting. When I heard that he was also called a Dusk Bringer on other servers, I decided to change every Twilight word into Dusk Bringer. Cause Dusk Bringer sounds like he's the one who's going to end our worlds.
Yes, I still like the word twilight and it's meaning. No, I do not enjoy the twilight series, reason is too long to explain. Nuff said.