The Story Teller's Debate

Chapter III: Festival of Beasts.The Sun was setting in the distance... 721 years of setting...The Centri Atari's eye turned a bleeding red that seemed to dripped into the air. Jon's eye were a beautiful green... Something the black haired boy noticed as Jon's eyes grew in terror."Come!" The boy said with zeal. He grabbed Jon's hand and ran."What? Whe.. Ouch! Where are we!.??" Jon couldn't finish. The boy ran up the wooden seams of the building. Jon was slow to climb with him. The Centri swarmed the building, looking through out. A group of 3 made it to the roof, but no one was there. The boys had made it to safety, nearly across the wall.A broad male rose to the building top with the Centri. This man's shoulders were strong enough to hold the 4x4 posts that made up his arms. He's ego was nearly as large as him, the only thing that overshadowed his ego was his actual abilities. He laughed at the Centri, and with a smile, walked to the edge. Staring across the streets of Unbridge, he watched over the hundred of peasants that walked along in the rain."They just walk... Walk and work..." The man, Morgan Thatcher, concluded from his examination." " The Centri asked as he walked up to Morgan."You will need to find that child. He'll be able to answer every question we have."" " The Centri asked."Me? I can find the kid in minutes, but I'll be busy tonight. The House of Bolan is holding a fest after the festival."" " The Centri said as it walked away. Morgan turned to where the Centri were, but they were gone. He looked forward, to the sun, and walked away.Jon turned to the boy, now in the Morgana-Thaft Farmry. Now that he was able to examine the boy, he noticed his hair. It was strange, short in front, and long in the back, it was messy, but straight... Like millions of spikes that extended from his head and moved in the wind. His eyes looked tired and torn, not like a boy who had slept over 700 years..."Where am I?" The boy asked."Unbridge... Hold on, who are you?" Jon questioned him."Me..? Let me remember...""Okay.. Well can I ask you something? What was everything like before you fell asleep?"The boy looked up at him and spoke, "It was... Cold. Last thing I saw was a horde of men and women moving across the land, one of many groups heading to this city after their land had been scorched. I remember feeling hateful... Pain and suffering... Then I slept. And I didn't wake up for hundreds a years...""Really? Why didn't you wake up?""Time seemed to stopped. It'd start, and turn back around, then start up again... Forever reliving the same dream... It'd start, then rewind, and continue again... Over and over, and I never got to see the end."Jon stared at him... "What was the dream?""It was... Well. I don't know.""Well. That's okay, don't tell me if you don't want to talk about it." Jon smiled at him.'The boy smiled and said, "I just want to do something fun for awhile.""Well there is a Feast going on in the House of Bolan. Only Nobles can come, but we'll sneak in!""Really? That sounds amazing... Let's go." The said smiled, "Oh, and my name is Eric Price."Jon smiled wide, "Well it's great to meet you Eric."Sephara dressed in her finest clothes, a masquerade of colors and fabrics that challenged the beauty and complexity of the imagination. The dress costed her father over 2,500 crests, much more than the 4 or 5 crests that peasant boy from the market probably paid for his rags... She couldn't keep that peasant off her mind... Her father had a servant move her across the district in an iron carriage, so the rain wouldn't ruin her dress. stone by stone rode by, the buildings stopped at the short wall that separated the District of Bolan from Bolan's Estate. Stopping under a passage, a decorated guard came and walked Sephara to the entrance. Such luxuries those peasants didn't deserve. Sephara paid no attention to the two boys jumping into the estate through the window while the guard was distracted. Inside was an array of floating items with lights and decorated strings with hundreds of small colored flags hanging on them. The floating lights moved up and around, carrying the flags with them across the scene. It was so beautiful... Everything a noble girl as pretty and young as her could want...Meanwhile, Jon and Eric hopped into the party, with "privately obtained" suits. They wondered around in awe by what they saw... Jon lived in a massive city of peasants living or dying on the streets in the cold rain, while Nobles partied like this whenever they could. Jon was excited to be in one. Him and Eric ran around the feast, enjoying the deserts and conversation of the end of the world, enticed by the setting of the sun.Jon was fattening himself on sweet breads and candies, while Eric ventured around the ladies bathing hall. Jon laughed at him a little, then turned around to head to the Courtyard, when he bumped into the towering figure that was Morgan Thatcher. "Hello Child. Do you belong here?" Thatcher asked him."Well... Yes, of course.""Than why sneak in through the window?"Jon looked around for Eric, and begin running towards him."Eric, run!!"The three begun running around, causing mayhem. Sephara didn't know what to think... They were ruining the feast... The party she was so excited for."What are... but... why...?" She couldn't finish before Jon ran across her, and knocked her drink into her dress. Jon stopped and stared at her."You... You... M.my dress... You... your the... peasant fr.. from the market..?" She couldn't think past the anger..."I, um..""Shut....up...you...filthy...""I gotta go! Bye!!" Jon ran off again, leaving the sound of laughing behind him... It echoed in her mind.Morgan was catching up to Eric, when he ran into an large man with wrapping over his arm."Excuse me sir." Morgan looked at him... He had eyes that were shrouded in a black bruising, and colorless curled hair, that looked cold and dead. "What happened to your arm?""Just a little issue I had outside the city. Nothing more.""It looks like frostbite..""FAR outside the city.""Pfft. I could make that journey a thousand fold without getting frostbite. But I'll take your word for it." Morgan started moving again, only to quickly turn back around, "Hold on sir. How'd you get..." He couldn't finish, the man had disappeared... Morgan looked forward in search of the boys, but it was too late. The boys had escaped. Not feeling concerned about it, Morgan turned back and enjoyed the party.The host stood and begun shouting of the world's ending. Men like the one Morgan had ran into were woundering the party. They gave the Nobles and especially the Guards drinks of sweet wine and colored ale, arousing the chanting heard across the distrist. "Drink till the world ends, the sun has set! Drink till it offends, drink without regrets!" Morgan noticed a strange chilled the men gave him. Every Noble in the city was here... Anyone with a plan could do great harm if they wanted to...The man with white hair and warps on his arm appeared. Bryan, with bandages over his jaw, stood to greet what information the man had."They party like beasts, enjoying luxuries and finer things while the people starve. The armies are tiny and weak, hardly worth considering. The men are fueling the nobles, so they and the guards will be weakened by morning." The man spoke."Lord Corbal, what is the numbers of this city?"Lord Corbal spoke with dead words, "Almost of the 53th million. The peasants can be easily turned against their King.""This is welcomed news... Such an army of men would never taste defeat... And what of the surrounding cities?""There are few cities around. Un'bridge-Laye is in between the ocean and the land. The only population outside the city number a quarter of a million.""Good. My men will raise above the city walls from the inside. Once we intoxicate the Nobility, we can remove the law and order from Unbridge, and we will have the support of the people. Baron, me and Lord Corbal have an issue to deal with while the attack is happening. You will be in charge of taking the city." Bryan spoke to Baron, the white haired man."Aye, sir. We have men numbering but a few thousand, but the attack shall be easy enough. What issue must you attend to?" Baron asked."The last Morthling... He is alive in the city. Now ready the men... Tomorrow we will attack the walls of the North of the City." Bryan knew what he spoke of... Baron knew this, so he left with out question, and got the men ready. Bryan smiled with both anger and satisfaction... He would finally get his revenge, and accomplish his dream... His finest hour!The Festival roared like a beast, chanting to the end of the world. Jon walked the halls of the Estate when he heard rushing water in a locked room. The water sounded natural. Birds chirping and leaves rustling. He had to know what was behind the door, so he grabbed a statue head, and slammed down on the lock. He entered an empty room with a large potrait of a lake. The lake was full of scenery and detail."Boring." Jon thought. "Where was the birds, and the water..." As he turned, confused, he heard noises from the portrait. Turning back around, he saw lake water pour from it, filling the room. The water surrounded Jon's feet. He walked closer to the portrait, curious of it. He could hear birds chirping again, and hear frogs croak in the portrait. Jon moved his hand towards it, and to his surprise, his hand went into the painting, like a dooway. The Festival of beasts kept roaring... "The city sets on the sun! No pity for the basterd son..!" Jon stepped his foot into the portrait, and moved inside it. Surmerged in the water of the lake, Jon begin swimming, further and further into the portrait. The shouts of the Festive behind him. And the Beast roared..."Down falls the exile, down falls the Morthling" "Out spreads the fire, up goes the morning" "Now ends the slumber, the Knight drops his armour""Now the towers crumble, and down goes the Farmer"And the sun set.