WOW, I didn't post at all all of yesterday and today.

I'm just going to blame Splatoon 2 for that. The game is quite a beaut.

Anyway, today I'm going to post the first half of THE FIRE CHRONICLES FINALE!! I originally never posted this because I thought it was horrible. While it indeed wasn't my best work, I still feel like I should have posted it, just as a form of closure to the comedy. The Fire Chronicles was cancelled in 2013 as a result of this, and also due to me entering a new phase in my life as well as the bloody data wipeouts in October 2013.

Without further ado...

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The Fire Chronicles: Finale

Part 1: The Dark Storm

“We have to get out of here. There’s no question anymore. There has to be a way. Isn’t there?”

Nuju paced through the lobby, thinking. Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Perhaps there is one way. Now that Ranox has entered the surface, there shouldn’t be anyone left to guard inside. The question is…where the gate is.”

“Well, wouldn’t you know?” TT said.

“I thought you would know, actually. I figured the Narrator would have said something.”

“Oh, please, he never tells us anything of notable importance,” Guardius said, facepalming. “Half of the time he rants on and on about how no one respects him and stuff, but to be honest, the rest of us are really feeling that too.”

“Well, I guess you’re royally screwed then.”

In the Clearing…

As the Council was blown to bits, time seemed to slow as a dark purplish cloud rose from the rubble. Actually, time did slow as Tahu, wearing the Vahi, dodged Ranox’s staff swing and flew out of the evil cloud. As he rose and looked around, he saw several horrendous sights.

First, the ground around the Destiny Lake was enflamed. Just outside of the fire, Rahkshi, Visorak and Dark Hunters attempted to knock members of the opposing army into the fire. A few succeeded. Tahu turned away.

The sky was also a dark purple, and it rained Shadow Bugs along with dark, hideous, giant monsters. Tahu watched as one of the monsters dove into a tree, and the tree was vaporized instantly.

“Now, you see, we’ve hit the true terror. I’ve been waiting for millennia to unravel this plan, and now it’s about time the party’s begun. And yes, it’s only begun. I haven’t even brought beings back from the dead yet.”

Ranox emerged from the shadowy vortex glowing black and purple. All signs of a water Toa’s body had now completely disappeared, and all hope of possible salvation was dissipated by gleaming red eyes.

“I won’t kill you yet, though, hero. It doesn’t look like you’ve seen the terror of your consequences yet.”

“I hate you,” Tahu snarled.

In the North…

Blasting another twenty foes away with her hydraulics, Kiina could already feel her powers subsiding. The army was gaining on them.

“I won’t…give…up!” Malum yelled, shooting rows of flames at their opposers. “You’ll never take me dead!”

“That’s because you’re immortal, duh, man,” Onua groaned as he pounded the earth, shaking Kraata out of their shells.

Kiina stumbled, being cornered by Axonn and his trusty…bird. “No…stop…I’ve fought too long and hard…”

“And yet there is one more fatal blow…wait a minute. What was that?” Axonn queried.

“Nothing of your concern.” A wall of water slammed into the titan, knocking him into the river by the Water Gate. Axonn attempted to hold onto the rocks and stay amongst the steady current, but another blast pried his fingers off it and down the rocky rapids.

Gali helped Kiina stand, then channeled another flood into the horde. “It’s not easy being us,” she said as she channeled a wave to sweep away their remains. “But we can deal. I think.”

“I hope so.”

“Even so…two will go although.”

Wincing, Kiina committed herself to remembering the phrases as she channeled a huge sphere of water and hurled it at Karzahni…slowly beginning to realize the evils of their destiny.

In the Desert…

Right nex to the Lab of the Great Beings, a pitch-black hole had opened up. As some Goombas and Stalfos had realized after their fellow troops fell in, there seemed to be no way out. Or was there?

Out of the hole peeked a little half-sphere, old and rising, and as the object continued to rise, Mata Nui’s eyes widened as he saw what exactly was happening.

There, off the Prototype Robot, hung fifteen or so fallen enemies, and in the robot’s fist, were none other than CS, TT, Guardius and Chief, and in the robot’s eyes, glowed a familiar and extremely unsettling pair of red eyes.

Teridax chuckled. “Looks like we don’t have a choice but to crush you, brother,” Teridax said, stomping his foot down into the soft sand and sending shockwaves throughout the planet.

To Be Continued.

The Fire Chronicles: Finale

Part 2: Slight Reinforcements?

A flash of light appeared and cut open Teridax’s grip on his prisoners. As Mata Nui willed himself to grow to a massive size, Meta Nuva caught his falling coworkers as TTP froze Teridax’s legs with solid platinum.

Teridax stood, dumbfounded. “What is this—“

“Your demise,” Icarax yelled, sending a huge shadow punch into Teridax to topple him backwards into the dark pit. Heh, dark pit. That was a good one, wasn’t it?

“Not really,” Meta said, landing on the ground to let his teammates rejuvenate. “It’s actually a spoiler for the sequel. Which means I probably should—“

Ganondorf’s shadowy Warlock Punch interrupted Meta and knocked him halfway across the desert. “You should probably shut the Helryx up,” he said, taunting with his sword.

“I should have never let you into my comedy,” TTP said, channeling a silvery fire at the warrior. At the moment the fire hit him, he disappeared instantly.

“Too bad you didn’t think of that with me,” Teridax said, rising from the pit again. “As long as this hole remains, the dead can keep coming back. Oh, look! There’s all those Rahkshi your friends just killed off.”

TTP’s head immediately snapped in the direction of the dark pit. A horde of Rahkshi and Visorak rose up and started thundering towards him. “Ofrick. We’re screwed.”

*_*_*_*

“My power grows as each second passes. More of your troops die and are forever lost as each second passes. Look at what you’ve done, you pesky flea. All your friends die in vain, bound to some stupid, made-up prophecy. Ha, even my hostess believed in it. That’s why I’ve taken over her now. She can’t tread in my fate now.”

Ranox swung his staff at Tahu, who, despite tiring, still blocked the blow. His mask began to shimmer in a golden light. “And how do you know what the future holds?”

“Because I’m shaping it up to be in my own, perfect image. My planet to rule. I’ll finally show my two brothers who the real boss is. To create, I found difficult, but to destroy, is so easy. I’ll destroy all of you. But you won’t live to see it.”

“Maybe you won’t live to achieve it.” Angonce appeared suddenly right next to Ranox, who jumped.

“Get out! I will kill you. I don’t need you.”

“Neither does she. And she’s very, very mad at you for what you’ve done to her.”

“What do you mean by—“ Ranox paused suddenly, as he saw his arm pointed out and his staff aimed at his mask. “What are you playing—“

“He’s not playing at anything,” said a familiar voice. “Don’t blame Angonce for your fate.”

Tahu’s jaw was hanging. “Is that—it can’t be—“

“Don’t stutter, Tahu. You know who I am. And why I’ve come back—for this short while.”

“Put down the staff.”

“I will not put down the staff. It’ll fall on its own right after I do this one, small thing—“

“Helryx, don—“

As she shoved the staff right through her skull, a high-pitched scream emanated from Helryx’s body as the shadowy form of Ranox exploded out of it. The noise froze time for five seconds, and after those five seconds everyone’s eyes darted to Helryx’s now-purified-but-still-lifeless body.

The planet was silent as the armies huddled together, and they all stared at the one being that had made them fight for so long, and the sacrifice that unified them all as the dark pit closed at last.

Needless to say, but since I’ve already broken this nice, peaceful, moment, I will say it anyway, this all lasted only a minute.

Before all heck broke loose…again.

*_*_*_*

Tahu’s army looked up, jaws hanging and weapons dropped, as a ferocious beast hung in the sky. It was nothing more than a dark swarm of shadow, enlightened (or en-darkened?) by a pair of bright, glowing red eyes.

“You thought a mere mortal could defeat me? How gullible of you! Seriously, please take out your phones and take a selfie with those dumb expressions on your faces. I actually won’t kill you.”

Photok pulled out his Polaroid camera and, turning it around, took a selfie with his incomprehensible expression before Ranox sent a shadow dagger flying through the center of the camera and completely destroying it.

As Photok’s expression changed to that of a spoiled little boy who didn’t get every LEGO set he wanted for Christmas, Ranox simply laughed. “What…I’m entitled to having some fun before I kill all of you!”

Photok was fuming. “You killed my hero…you ruined my future…now…I’m going to ruin yours.”

“Really? How?!” asked Ranox, albeit very, very sarcastically.

Tahu whistled, and TTP and Meta’s army stood right in front of Tahu’s army, with the two spilt personalities leading the pack. Angonce also materialized above them, riding a golden starship that was meant to fly.

“And you think that’s going to defeat me? You should raise your hands up, and touch the sky. You can’t mess with the destiny that I’ve created.”

Angonce shook his head. “You’ve got it all wrong. You can’t mess with the destiny created long before us, and whatever happens now is up to what they wrote…what we all believe in…and our unity overpowers your supposed duty significantly.”

“Heh, we’ll see about that—actually, no, only I will. All of you unfortunately won’t live to.”

To Be Concluded.

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That was the first half of the finale--the second half will be posted tomorrow! I know it doesn't make a ton of sense but if you want to know more, you can of course leave a comment below! Thoughts?

~Meta