Shit sorry guys, ignore that first post with the chapters, I was working in word and the italics codes etc dont come out right in this my bad.
This is a tale, a tale about dreams, determination and will. It is the story of one Tortoise who single handily set off a series of events that would inspire all others after him, a tortoise who shows that your dreams are never impossible, all you have to do, is BELIEVE. I am here to tell this young tortoises tale, a tale of ups and downs, of happiness and sadness, but most importantly a tale of courage and hope.
This young tortoises name, was Tort.
I guess for you to understand his actions, what made him face all those perils and danger you need to understand where he was from.
Along time ago before humans came to rule the earth we know, a demon lord, one of the Sons of Satan, Darkesh, ruled the earth, living in a castle of thorns up on the treacherous rocks of the Harkeen cliff. His castle was guarded by winged beasts known as Serotonin, creatures with no emotion or feeling, created by necro magic from the bodies of the dead slaves in his castle, designed to do his bidding alone. They say no one ever went into the castle and made it out alive, and normally you would think, Hey this isnâEUTMt that big a deal just stay away from the castle! But the real cruelty was that the valley was incased in a dark orb, meaning no one was able to escape, and the only exit was through the Dark Matter Portal in the deepest dungeon of the castle, going down a hundred miles deep.
He treated the people cruelly and looked down upon them as worthless beings. everyday people where in fear of their lives, fearing that Darkesh may pick them to be his sacrifice to the Dark Gods. Sometimes it wasnâEUTMt even for any ritual practice, sometimes it was just for his sadistic pleasures.
Maybe even worse than this, worse than all the heinous crimes Darkesh committed, was the lack of hope. It was plain to see hundreds of years of torture had broken the people, never aging a day because of the magic of Darkesh, their souls trapped to endure day after day of this hell on earth.
But even through the darkest of darks, the blackest of blacks there is a glimmer of light, even if only a tiny speck in the distance, this spark, this ember came in the form of a tortoise, different from all the rest, a fire burning in him since the day Darkesh enslaved them all, a longing to be free, to make dreams reality and to inspire others, for remember, even the smallest ember can set off the largest and brightest of fires.
âEUoeThey tell us not to dream, not to believe but I know I can do anything I put my mind to, no matter what they say.âEU Tort was deep in thought, lying just outside his tiny cave that he called his home, packed tightly in with all the others,looking up at the sky, maybe just hoping to see a glimmer of anything but seeing only a monotonous and never ending blackness. To an ordinary person that sees the sky, they might think thatâEUTMs what its like anyway at night, but this Tortoise longed to see the stars, the clouds, to feel the sun on his body, to feel the rain pouring down as the old tortoises described. He looked around at the caves, and aye, it was truly a miserable place, the caves were barely big enough to hold one tortoise, and never enough for family. ThatâEUTMs why there werenâEUTMt many children in the ridge, it was really no place to raise a child and there was simply no room for them either, it was a cruel thing but it was the way it was and you just had to accept that. Tort was one of a rare few to be a child in the ridge, he had been born days before Darkesh came to rules the valley and his parents had sacrificed everything for him to live there, including giving up their own home and their lives so he could live. His only memories of them only consisted of right after he was born along with flashes of blue and green he thought must be the sky and the trees. Most nights Tort lay there alone with his thoughts, reminiscing, imagining what his parents would be like and what they would say, what they would think of him. It had been a lonely journey this far without any parents for guidance, luckily most people in the ridge were kind to him and treated him like their own, but even so, no matter how much they gave to him he always felt a void in his heart that he knew would never be filled. Then of course there where always the people who seemed to have a disliking for Tort and looked down upon him and made him feel even more worthless, a freak and an abomination.
They were all crammed together tightly down in a deep rocky valley, only the daunting cliff shooting up into the dark orb, casting a never ceasing shadow across the whole bottom of the valley, seeming to be mocking them as it went into and over the orb into the world outside Darkeshs valley. And then there was Darkeshs castle of course. The castle of thorns as it was know by, surrounded by a wall of sharp poisonous thorns that would kill you as soon as you even brushed yourself against them, not to forget the Serotonin guards, who flew endlessly around the castle, never stopping, never resting. It was the only other piece of landscape apart from the cliff, everyday people had to stare at it, no matter how much they didnâEUTMt want to but seemed to draw their eyes like a magnet. Aye and it served its purpose well, it was a reminder to the people who ruled over them, and it did a fine job of crushing their spirits, ripping all hope away and dreams. But not Tort, it only fuelled the fire in his belly âEUoeIâEUTMm differentâEU He muttered aloud âEUoeI just know I amâEU He looked around at the caves, swearing someday he would escape and change everything, he was inspired by stories from old tortoises who had lived long before the reign of Darkesh, stories of rivers of skys ever so blue, of things called grass and trees and these wonderful things called flowers that gave off the sweetest of scents, and other animals, he was told of majestic and proud lions, once kings of the jungle and mischievous monkeys who caused much laughter except to those on the wrong end of their pranks! Half the time he didnâEUTMt even know what they were talking about but someday he was determined to go and see all these things they spoke of for himself. You see; for him life had started and begun in this valley, this ridge, never experiencing the sun, the stars, or even something as simple as a gentle breeze floating in on a hot summers day Even the old folk who told these tales had lost hope, maybe they had been like him once, young, full of life and energy, a longing of freedom but years of this hell had broken their spirits, leaving them to be like empty shells, there in body, empty in spirit, destined to tell the tales of old. Majority of the tortoise living in their community had spent their whole lives in the ridge and thought the stories to be tales of lore to entertain the young children so they never payed much attention when the old tortoises gathered around to tell their tales and to be truthful, a lot of the young tortoises believed them to be merely fanciful tales as well, but not Tort, he was different. Something always seemed to call out to him when these tales were told, a yearning to experience these things and be free. A lot of people said he was crazy, that there was nothing he could do, that should just keep his head down and pray for a miracle. âEUoeWhat if I am that Miracle though?âEU He thought many a time. He was tired of the gruelling days working under DarkeshâEUTMs henchmen, he was sick of waiting for someone else to come and save him, it was time for action. âEUoeIt doesnâEUTMt matter if I live or die, I just have to try!âEU He shouted.
He glanced one more back at the castle of macabre and horror, before he went into his cave his fire high, swearing on the gods of the Tortoises he would end DarkeshâEUTMs tyranny, once and for all.
End of chapter 1