Author has written 18 stories for Transformers/Beast Wars, Halo, Batman, Final Fantasy VII, X-Men: The Movie, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Star Trek: 2009, and Priest, 2011.
Upon clicking the link that brought you to this profile, you are confronted by a tall, dark man with an authoritative stance. His build is very square and bull dog-ish, and his black hair is slicked in a strictly no-nonsense style. His attire, you note, is extremely “Men-in-black”, but there’s nothing sci-fi or hokey about the gun he’s packing. From behind his Ray Bands, he narrows his eyes at you, and, in a husky voice that sounds a little like tires over gravel, he orders you to follow him.
The Agent leads you down a stone hall and to the left, leading into another hall, lined with doors. The hall is extremely long, and the doors are spaced approximately fifteen feet apart. All of them are heavy and made of wood, with ornate, antique brass handles. You take in the ancient architecture of the large, drafty structure that surrounds you silently; for you don’t think that Tommy Lee Jones up ahead of you is really one for small talk. Thankfully, several quick moments later, he’s lead you to a large pair of double doors, bigger by far than the single ones that lined the hall, and much more ornate. Upon them is an intricate carving of a tree with many branches, each tendril ending in a brilliant, glittering emerald. You stare up in awe, wondering silently how long the ornate carving took the carpenter that had wrought it forth from the door.
As if on cue, the giant wooden doors creaked and groaned, swinging slowly inward. Slowly, a dim, natural light seeped from the growing gap between the two doors and filled the hall with an inexplicable warmth, as if by magic. The agent that had led you through the halls turned to you and nodded stiffly, stepping forward through the doors himself. Full to the brim with curiosity and in awe, you step forward after him, into the room beyond the doors.
It is soon revealed to you that the room is not a room; the room is more of a hall- A sprawling, expansive Great Hall. Long rectangular windows are placed in the stone every twenty feet around the hall. Between them are colorful, elaborate tapestries of any kind imaginable; warriors in battle, mythical beasts in their entire wondrous splendor, foreign architecture, and many, many more. Placed between each of the tapestries was a different, impressive stone, marble, or jade statue, each of some different individual. Some looked medieval, and some looked strangely modern, whereas others were everything in between. The hall was lined with tables that held all sorts of odd wonderment-, raw, uncut precious stones, strange bird’s feathers, and other such items, all resting upon variously colored animal hides. Music emanated from one corner, the result of perfect harmony between a long-legged, spindly auburn haired violinist and a small, pale and fair-featured cellist. People came and went; but not through the ornate double-doors; there were three other doors- One on the left and right in the middle of the room, and one in the back, that presumably led outside.
The last thing to catch your attention, and yet the most impressive thing by far is the harsh iron throne centered in the back of the Hall, which rests between twin stone monuments which appear to be more ancient than the telling of time, though they stand as steadfast as the day they were carved.
Lastly, your attention is drawn to the individual who resides upon this unyielding iron throne. He sits, legs crossed, watching curiously. Not a sound has he made since you entered; it seems that he is allowing you to take in your surroundings, for there are many distractions in this place. He senses that you are about to speak and rises, causing the red-eyed raven perched upon his shoulder to stir and ruffle his feathers. Letting out a harsh, displeased caw, the bird inches down his arm. The beast leaps into the air and flutters off at the wave of his hand, landing on the arm of the throne as the young man steps forward. As the light hits him, you are able to see him better. His attire is by far the simplest of any individual you have encountered in the past twenty minutes. He wears a coal black vest over a loose-sleeved tunic and coal black trousers, accented with steel tipped Victorian boots. The bespectacled male continues forward and down the steps leading up to the iron throne, red hair burning in the sun.
Your attention is drawn back to the young man coming towards you, blue eyes burning behind rectangular glasses. He addresses you, finally.
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