As it is, the name is a bit tentative, and my work is a bit slow right 
now.. As such, I've decided it'd probably be a good idea to post what I 
have here to the mailing list. The additions at the end are kinda horrible, 
IMHO.. I just don't seem to have the inspiration I need at the moment. 
Sorry.....

Ideas are needed.. Badly. Email me with suggestions, comments, criticism, 
and flames. No praise, please! I can't afford an ego. :P


Project Firehawke X     ---    Chapter One: Paths

All along the seashore, waves lapped wistfully at the sand and grass. The 
sun shined brightly upon the land, giving this world a shine of health. A 
few birds few overhead, heading back to the forests to which they lived. 
The serenity of the land was broken; a 'rip' appeared in the sky. The birds 
scattered. From the rip, a water-like drop fell. It 'splashed' onto the 
grass and formed into an amoured figure.

The figure recoiled in pain and took its helmet off to show black hair and 
hazel eyes. The figure, now obviously a he, was suffering from gaping 
wounds on his torso from which blood dripped. He held his helmet under one 
arm and looked around him. The man mumbled aloud, "Where am I now? Looks 
peaceful, though. Have to find help..."

Looking down, the hardsuit had looked like it'd been used in a butcher's 
shop. Blood covered the front in trails down to his feet.. <Looks like I 
made it.. wherever I am..>

SOMEWHERE IN ANOTHER DIMENSION...

The figure in the shadows looked at the orb and the picture of the young 
man within. He mused to himself, "So, this is the boy the 'Ancient One' 
chose to oppose me."

The figure rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "This could get interesting. I 
wonder if I could persuade him to join me?"

"Ah, I know just the way to do it!", he cried, "Rance!". A man in dark 
armour stepped forward, sword at his side.

"Yes, Dark Lord?", Rance responded. The Dark Lord growled, "I want you to 
persuade this young man, John, to join us."

"But how, milord? I suspect he won't join us willingly."

"Give him a choice. Join us, or death."

...An ASCII based fanfiction...
...Firehawke presents...
...The story of many worlds...
...And the man caught by fate's embrace...
PROJECT FIREHAWKE X -- Chapter One, "Paths"

John suddenly felt dizzy. Realizing the loss of blood was causing him to 
grow faint, he knew he didn't have much time left before the wounds became 
terminal. He scanned the horizon, hoping to find a town, city, house, or 
ANYTHING that could help. In the distance, an oddly familliar town lie. His 
mind was nowhere near comphrension, so he blindly staggered towards the 
town. Leaving a trail of blood.

Palom grumbled, staring at his book. Homework, as usual. He hated homework. 
Especially on a nice day like today. His twin sister, Porom, had already 
done her work and had disappeared outside. He'd been caught skipping his 
class the day before and had received a double-load of homework from the 
Elder as a result.

Suddenly, it was too much for him to bear. "Fire", he yelled, pointing a 
finger at a scrap of scratch paper. A small flame burst from his hand and 
flew into the paper, igniting it. Within seconds, the scrap was charred 
beyond recognition.

Palom slammed the book shut and stormed outside. He started in shock as an 
amoured figure staggered into town, bleeding profusely. It was obviously 
human in nature. Palom heard a modulated voice whisper, "P-Palom?! 
H-how...n-not possible..", and John fell to the ground unconscious.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER...

John looked around the dead metropolis cautiously. Taking one step, then 
another, he began to run. He looked back-- nothing there. When he turned 
back, a huge boomer stood in front of him, cackling mockingly. It extended 
claws and grinned. "Ready to die?" John stood petrifed, and the claws 
ripped into his lungs....

Everything was a blur of white. After a moment, the blur seperated into 
several blurs, of different colors. Somewhere in the distance, a female 
voice said, "He should be coming out of it now.. the wounds were serious 
enough to require Cure3."

The colors grew into distinct shapes. Three of them, in fact. To the left, 
a white robed female stood over him, apparently a healer of some sort. To 
the right, a black robed male stood, non-chalantly. Something in John's 
memory clicked. Palom. That was his name. That would make the girl on the 
left... Porom, his twin sister. Directly over him, a man in long preist's 
robes stood.

John blinked. Porom smiled, "Good, you're awake. I was afraid you might 
have lost too much blood. Those wounds looked serious."

John involuntatily glanced down at his chest, shivering. Instead of a 
bandage or scar he expected to see, there was nothing. The wound had been 
completely healed. His mind failed him, and he asked emotionlessly, "Where 
am I?"

The tall man in the robes frowned. "Welcome to Mysidia. Your aura tells me 
you are not of this world. Rest, for you have some explaining to do."

Porom and Palom looked at each other and shrugged. Strange visitors had 
been something they'd become used to over the years. "Palom, Porom, he will 
be staying with the two of you for awhile."

"But, Elder....," Palom ground out, but was interrupted with a stern look 
from the Elder. Porom took this oppertunity to smack her brother in the 
back of the head with her fist. "Palom! Treat our Elder with respect!"

John sighed, and tried to remember how he'd gotten here. Glancing to the 
side, he saw a familliar armour suit with familliar gashes in the chest. He 
could remember all the names he'd heard in his life, but... where were the 
events? It struck him rather violently when he realized he had partial 
amnesia. He could remember his name, John, but not where he was from, or 
how he'd gotten here. Panic quickly rose to the surface of his demeanor.

He cringed involuntarily, and the tree looked down on him concernedly. 
"What's wrong?" Porom asked of John. "I.. can't remember anything... 
anything except my name. I'm John."

Palom shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "You were lucky, John. Not many would 
have survived a wound like that. Do you remember how you got here?"

"No...", John quietly mumbled. The Elder spoke up now, "I believe there 
might be a way to restore your memory. It's a faint chance, but it appears 
to be all you have."

John sighed and quipped, "Hit me.". Palom blasted him in the gut with a 
hard right punch. John gasped a moment, suprised, while Porom smashed her 
brother over the head yet again. "He didn't mean like that, Palom!"

John caught the twinkle in the Elder's eye. "Kids of Mysidia. There's a 
mountain to the east called Mount Ordeal. There's some mystic power left in 
the mountain. When Cecil became a Paladin there, his darkness entered the 
mountain. It's possible for someone to find their true path in life by 
climbing the mountain, but it's risky. Mount Ordeal is guarded by very 
tough creatures. You will need help to get to the top."

"Mount Ordeal. It sounds so familliar to me, but I cannot remember from 
where. I feel I've known this world before, but this is the first time I've 
been here."

"The large kingdom of Baron has the world's best healer at the moment. 
Queen Rosa, wife to King Cecil. Take the Serpent Road, the underground 
path, to Baron. Perhaps they can heal your remaining wounds.

You have odd armour, John. It has power, yet no magic aura. How does it 
work?"

John frowned, "I'm not so sure myself. I can't remember how I made it."

He weakly rose to a sitting position, but was too tired to sustain it. John 
fell back upon the bed and was asleep in an instant.

...more to come...

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