Tales of the Zenusith

“I will force the children to change not just now but also as they grew, Blaze is out there and he has to die before he ends everything. ” Albern knew to well that even then the chosen children was gearing to be born and those that was alive was just gaining their powers. Over the course of nine months the couple was locked up separately the knight being strictly disciplined for breaching a new law that had been created by the lawmakers. As the knight walked around he could hear his wife’s screams of pain as the doctors worked continuously upon not only their genetics but hers as well, they enhanced the healing and stopped feeding her so the babies hunger and thirst would be apparent from the start.

NINE MONTHS LATER:

A weakened mother lies within the castle dungeon in the slaves quarters as she lay screaming the creatures that have developed in her slowly feasting their way out of her. The knight held back from her being forced to watch it and made to be quiet as he tried to fight back he loved his wife but had made the wish for sons and didn’t care at what cost.

“its fitting that your husband wanted the children more than you, and he might as well loose you all!” Albern stated as he was hungry himself he teased the slave with food as he heard her scream in agony, both the scientist seemed to get off on the pain that was being caused.

The knight created fire balls and tried to aim at the officers and doctors in his way, he wanted them all free but soon he noticed that she had been torn open from the inside out her guts spilling everywhere and the smell of the internal organs was disgusting eventually he noticed that his wife had died. The prince John hunter walked to her and checked the creatures, as he looked at her and knew shed died, John deemed fitting that the knight was to raise the babies upon earth where Albern and the others could watch them grew and continue the research. With this he turned to the knight and smirked his dark eyes twinkled with in the room he was in “You are exiled from this realm with your children, whom shall be raised until they can take their roles in the forward flank of the castle guards. He noticed the knight begrudgingly nod his head and took the children out as the knight followed the other slaves cleaned the cell. Once out of the room the knight had been released and the children handed over to him so they could be taken to the mortal realm and raised with in the mortal.

The Tale of Templeton (Short Story 3)

As the sun set upon the land, Templeton walked through the hussell and bussell of the busy streets. The drones are flying high in the sky, as the men and women go about their daily business. As the street children hiding in the sewer pipes and caves, as the wealthy elite living and getting richer by the minute. Not stopping to care or even give the children and homeless a second glance as Templeton walked through the tunnels and back streets. He is aware of the world he is in and the pain that his family had seen, but there was little he could do to stop it as he looked at his friends and then to his watch before he started to run through the streets. As he became aware that his curfew was at home by 6 pm, but he did not care. Eventually, the sun set and he walk alone his parents had sold him out to the authority for the theft of one of his dad’s work cars. As he walked with this firmly in his mind, he knew he was supposed to be home for six pm as his custodian and case worker was meant to meet him to discuss the last race. He had been involved with as he felt the cold chill in the air which seemed to strangely engulf his very being and wrap him in this strange cold embrace which chilled him through to the very core of his being.
“Your father has the cops looking and the hunters, they want you bad Templeton. why you nick the trucks?” a tall, dark haired man looked at the small child as he looked at his friend with a smile.

A Child of The Shadows (An Erten Short Story)

“I will go first racing McGregor, first up.” he smiles as he looks to his friends and jumps into the car before driving to the starting line. MacGregor was older than I was at this time he would have been fifteen and smartly dressed he was from the rich end of town a fact. No one seems to mind for a rich kid he only ever seems to use the cars he wants rid of, and therefore our was usually better than his. The teen looked over with a smirk as he looked to the dodge and ran his hand over the car.

Catherine’s tale (Erten tales short story 1)

“They want to kill you, your not like them don’t tell them anything.” Catherine went cold as ice the room she knew no one outside could hear her screams, but she tried to push the voice back as she struggled to write what they wanted. The sweat poured from her brow as she nervously started to write. Have you ever felt you don’t belong? Have you ever had the dream of a Space Machine? Ever since I was little, I have dreams of far off worlds, the universe not too dissimilar to that of our own. Controlled by the dark forces and militia groups working for the powers that be the people in the world not being what they seem, and other than a few I was able to tell and know I was ridiculed for the beliefs I was often able to tell them things which have now come true. I do not fully understand where the information I have come from or what I am to do, but one thing I do know is that this transference of knowledge which has come from other dreamscapes and times as well as places often to some degree or another fit within the world we have. I do not seek to make a fortune I do not strive to be famous, but I do attempt to enlighten the people I meet.