Fonte Maximus- Chapter 2- The Reason Behind the Freak

William Rosewood fell of his bed, waking up from a bittersweet nightmare. It was not the first time he had a nightmare like this, he has been dreaming about his parents and their deaths for the past 13 years. The orphan got up from his bed, groaning from the pain he received for landing face first on the wooden floor, he touched his nose to see if it is still on his face, apparently it is.

William looked around his room in the dark, to find banners such as “Happy Birthday, you freak!”, “Please don’t kill us, William. We are god damned petrified!” and even “You don’t belong here, get a life in hell, you monster!” Frustrated, he tore down all the birthday greetings and shoved it in the bin near him. The boy sat back on his bed again, he looked at his alarm clock j ust to realize it is only 12 in the morning, 31^st of October- His birthday. Sure it is rather weird for a boy’s birthday to fall on Halloween, but it seems pretty much normal compared to the 13 years of life he had.

The Rosewood family died in the most unusual way, an assassination took the life of William’s parents, but he was left alive for some particular reasons. Abandoned in a house on sale, he was found by another group of newly-weds who were supposed to buy that house, only to find 2 dead bodies and a baby in the house, the couple immediately send the baby to the Grand Horizon orphanage, which raised him up for 13 years. No parents seem to consider about adopting young William, and since he turned 13, no more parents came to see him for the age of 13 is the age of rebellious, and no parents would want to adopt a matured and rebellious child. But there is another reason why parents decided not to adopt William and it would be the terrible childhood history he had.

When William was just a toddler, he was afraid of all that lurks during the night. And the day he hated the most would be Halloween, his birthday. Despite all the candy he could receive, he decided to stay in bed and not look out in the window, for only he see are the kids dressed up in ghouls and supernatural creature, running around scaring each other. But during his 4^th birthday, the kids and the housemaster insisted William to go trick-or-treating with the other kids, his best friends. After some persuasion, he decided to go out for the Halloween festival.

All was well, William was actually having fun, getting different variety of candies and chocolates. The night grew darker and it was time for the kids to return to their home. A boy named Jim, William’s friend, decided to give him a scare, a simple, harmless joke. Jim was in his hooded costume with a skull as a mask, he caught up with William and gave him a scare. William turned around, his pupils turned darker and all of a sudden, Jim fell on the floor, eyes rolled up. Screams rang through the street; the sirens of the ambulance echoed the neighbourhood, curious children and parents gathered at the scene. A quick scan was taken to check on Jim’s heartbeat, and apparently, he has no hopes for living.

Obviously, in everybody’s mind, the killer of Jim has to be William for the second after Jim saw the angel of death, he died immediately. The judges and lawyers have argued about this matter, he is underage to go to jail, and still too young to go for the 6 months detention. Moreover, there was no proof that he killed the boy, only the witnesses’ convinces are not enough to prove the Rosewood boy guilty. But, the people who have read the newspapers, the people who knew him and even the people who protect children rights despise of him for even if he is not pleaded guilty, his name will forever be mud as the devil’s son. And so every Halloween, the kids of the Grand Horizon house will always torture and harass him because of the hatred they all share for losing their one friend.

William sank his face into his hands, it wasn’t the first time he wished he could just disappear. It feels like there is nowhere he could belong in this world, he is all fed up with his life. Suddenly, a strange consideration popped up in his head, should he just give up life? He walked towards the window and looked down; it seems high enough to attempt a suicide, he gulped as he gripped the edge of the window, bringing his weight towards the window, he closed his eyes and prepared.

“Giving up, already?” a cool voice whispered in William’s ears as he opened his eyes, a girl was looking into his eyes in a nose-to-nose distance, William shrieked and tumbled backwards, falling onto his buttocks. “Whoa, easy there, kid. We’re not going to harm you.” The girl threw herself into William’s bedroom, another two more figures climbed through the window. The girl was wearing a dark robe, pictures of roses were imprinted everywhere on her robes, a stock of lavander attached ontop of her ears. In physical appearance, she looked as if she is but only a 13years olf child. The second figure that came in was bold and hooded, his chest was broad and a bow was tied behind his back; the third figure, looks rather gentle, a hood covered her face as well“You guys are thieves, aren’t you? I got to go tell the housemaster.” Said William as he got up and turned around to reach for the door, only to find the girl blocking his way to the door.

“How did you….” Muttered William, “You sure he’s the boy we’re looking for?” the second figure grumbled, “Oh yes, he has to be the one. If not we’ll be going home waiting for a severe punishment.” said the girl, “I don’t know about this, he looks so scared as if he doesn’t have a wiener” the figure grumbled again, “Hey, don’t you dare insult my privacy, or I’ll have you bashed up!” William turned around and shook his fist. “Listen kid, its midnight now, and it’s very important for me to get you out of here.” Said the girl, “Get me out of here…? To where??” asked William anxiously, “We’re going to get you out of this world, you don’t belong here.” Said the third figure in a feminine voice. “What? Out of this world? To where?” William took a step back, only to bump into the girl.

“William, have you ever thought of how your parents passed away?” asked the girl, “They died from an assassination, right…?” replied William nervously, “True, but have you ever wonder why they were chosen to be assassinated?” the girl asked again as William shook his head slowly. “OK, listen. This may sound rather strange, freaky for some, but your parents were assassinated because they were trying to protect you.” Said the girl, “Uh, yeah, of course they died from protecting me, I know that.” Said William, “Yeah, but they didn’t die to protect you from getting killed, you were meant to be dead 15 years ago, you escaped your own destiny because your parents protected you.” the girl explained, only to see a shocked expression on William’s face. “It’s actually a good thing you escaped from your own destiny; at least now we have you, you can help us to change things.” The girl reassured William, but he shook his head and sat on his bed. “This is crazy. I get it; this is all a prank, isn’t it? I’m not falling for it.” Said William as he turned to the two hooded figures, “Take me out of this world? What are you, alien invaders or angels huh?” “So I’m guessing you’re probably going to say that you’re Michael Jackson? Bah!” the man turned away, grumbling.

“William, there’s no time. Please, you have to come with us--” “No, I’m not going with you freaks to your little wonderland, you can go find Harry Potter or something because I’m not interested.” William cut in and stopped the girl from talking. “What now?” asked the older female but the next second was interrupted by a loud boom. “What was that?” asked William, “He’s here.” Said the man as he draw a bow from his back and the older female took out a wand from her pocket, “From where the explosion is, it’s coming from downstairs. Bruce, you take him head on, Monique will get him from the back. Hold him back as long as possible.” Ordered the girl as she drew a sword from her sheath, the other two opened the bedroom door and darted off.

“What’s going on? What’s going to happen?” asked William nervously, “The person who wanted to kill you, the hooded figure with a flaming skull, he’s here.” Said the girl as she shut the door tight, “Yeah…. I remember seeing him from my dream…” muttered William. ‘His name is Scythenesis, he’s here after 15years, trying to claim your life once again.” Said the girl, “look, I’m not trying to scare you or anything but, if you don’t come with us right away, we all might die.” she continued. William was in a very confused state, what is happening to him? Is this a dream? Why are these people here, and talking about the death of his parents? Who is this Scythenesis guy who wants to kill him?

What is his decision?

Fonte Maximus- Chapter One- Death Knocks On The Door

Running across the streets of London, a couple of newly-weds were escaping from a dangerous threat, a threat that can only be seen by those who are gifted. It was a rainy night, the air was cold and the newly-weds did not wear anything to shield them against the storm. Thunder crackling and wind blowing, the newly-weds found an abandoned house and decided to hid themselves there.

Both of them were panting after a long run, not knowing whether the threat is still stalking them, but they need a place to shelter themselves from the rain, and to gain some energy before they start running through the night again. They settled in the living room and sat on the floor.

Out of the wife’s arms, was a baby covered in a blanket, the 6 months baby was sound asleep, not knowing about the danger that they are in. “Look, I don’t think we can run like this anymore, Scythenesis will find us soon enough.” Said the husband, “I’ll fight with him.”, “No… You can’t do this, it’s too dangerous--” the wife protested but he stopped her, “I know we’re not allowed to use our powers here in the mortal world, but we have no choice, he will kill our son if we don’t do anything, he’ll kill all of us.”

“He will kill you!” the wife burst into tears, begging her husband not to do this, “Please, don’t go alone, we need you…!” The husband put his hands on his wife’s shoulders, comforting her. “Listen, I know this will be hard for you, but we need to think for our son, I know someday our son will grow up as a successful Hordical, he will, protect those that are in need for help.” He whispered to his wife as she sobbed uncontrollably, “I love you….” She managed to cough out the three words she has been meaning to say after their marriage, “I love you too, dear.” the husband pulled her closer to him and hugged her, and a few seconds later, the door was disintegrated into small shards.

“Isn’t this a sweet moment? A couple of newly-weds embracing each other.” A cold voice rang through the room, mocking them. A hooded figure came in through the open entrance; its head was burning with cold blue flames, glowing softly through the night; it wore a long-sleeve robes that covers its hands and legs. “Love is pathetic. An illusion cause by the weakness of a mind, the mistake you made that will kill you.” Said the hooded figure, the blue flames on his skull was crackling as everything was silent. The man of the baby stood up and raised his left arm; the figure tilted his flaming head and asked, “Ho, are you threatening to fight with me, foolish Hordicals. Just so you know your powers aren’t as strong as you are in Fonte Maximus, you’re on Earth now, you’re weak.”

“Houson Flamaera!(Elf Magic: Brusting Flames)” the man bellowed as there was a flash of red flame, blinding his wife’s vision, all she heard was her husband’s faint gasp as he fell onto the floor, paled and dead. The wife screamed, holding the baby once again, backing away from the murderer. The figure chuckled, “Your husband was a fool, who he thinks he’s messing with?” said the figure arrogantly, “Stay away from our son, I’m giving you one last warning” the mother threatened with a trembling voice. “What is wrong with you people? You guys think you can defeat anyone with willpower or desire, do you?” said the figure as the mother kept silent, “Perhaps in hell you will learn more about reality, this world just doesn’t suit you well enough.” Said the figure as it raised its right arm, revealing a set of finger bones on a palm, the mother’s vision began to blur as she saw blue colour mist getting sucked out of her body, she gathered all her courage and will and yelled out.

“Soulsequas Mashielda!(Holy Priest’s ultimate chant: Soul Vanguard)”

An unknown force blasted squarely at the figure, it stumbled back and roared in pain, “You must that careless type of Hordical, you simply use the Soul Vanguard without hesitation, your entire soul has been put to guard the objects in at least 1.5metre radius. Sorry to tell you, but my spell doesn’t work against me, much…” the figure explained as he took another step back, “I’ll get the boy next time, when you’re not around that is.” Somehow there was a grin stretched across the skill in the burning flames, but it means nothing now. The mother collapsed onto the floor, taking a last look at her husband and her baby, she grinned and said, “I shall name you….. William Rosewood….”

Fonte Maximus- Prologue

Prologue

No one knew, that there was a world living beside us, a world where all magic retreated to after the existence of humans. It was a peaceful world, the second greatest creation the Gods ever made, besides the Universe itself. This world was a home to all sacred. Gods, elves, dwarves, giants and every other magical creature lived in this world, working together and creating a peaceful community. There was not the slightest bit of evil on this land, and that would be because this world doesn’t have its name.

As strange as it might be, the Gods never once gave this world they lived in with a name, and no one bothered to ask because they were far too grateful for the existence of that world until they dared not ask for more. There was no balance in the world, there were only good that existed in the land, and evil wasn’t present. It was a tough decision for the Gods, would they risk creating evil just to balance the world? Then they came up with the best idea they thought of- It was simple, they had to create evil to counter the balance of their world, so they created heroes to counter the evil as well.

Thus, evil spread across the other part of the land, dragons, banshees, undead, demons were created. And on the other hand, a notorious group of mortals called the Hordicals were created as well. The Hordicals are the protectors of their world, to stop evil from crossing their line to the good side, and they did their job great. The Hordicals were split into three main classes, the Melee, the Ranged and the Mage, each with its own strength and weaknesses. Though most of the Hordicals were chosen into either one of those classes, one or two unique ones will be known as the Immortal. They, the Immortals were declared as the strongest among the other three classes, one of the reasons would be because the Immortals master all of the three classes’ ability before mastering their own. For million of years, history of Hordicals were written, how some of the outstanding Hordicals defeated the undefeatable and so on. And until a certain generation millions of years after the foundation of the Hordical, one of them, an Immortal, changed his side in the battlefield. He, with Elena Cornelia and Granedos, were the Immortals of their generations and until the next million years. Granedos, the leader of the Hordicals while Elena and the youngest Hordical followed right below him. Although ranking over hundred among hundreds of other Hordicals, the youngest Hordical felt as if he could do more than just taking orders from a 764 years old man, and the way Elena teases him when he was around, he knew he can do much more.

And that was when the youngest Immortal went missing, though Granedos knew something bad was about to happen, all he could do was to embrace it and prepare for what will come in the future. And he was right. Decades later, the presence of the missing Immortal came back again. This time, it was horrifying and it felt like hell. He declared war against all that is good, and mostly the Hordicals. So it happened the peace that secured the planet broke and all hell was screaming its battle cry against the good. Many, many lives were lost in the war. Then, the First Daughter of the Immortal, Elena Cornelia knew what she had to do. Granedos, the First Son of the Immortal, considered this as a matter he assumed Elena can take care of, so he did not give any assistance. Elena was on her own, facing against someone as strong as herself, and somehow he grew extremely strong after missing for the pass few decades. A notorious battle was fought by the two Immortals, and knowing that Elena cannot kill her opponent, she sealed him in the Nether world as a prison, and his other 4 companions sealed in different locations of the world- Scythenesis the Life Stealer, Terrorsway the Demonic Beast, Jaerhone the Queen of Darkness, and Brightskull the Soul Keeper.

A long mourning was held by those who were still alive, to mourn the deaths of their loved ones and the braved ones. The Gods, who lived in their sacred land, away from the community, visited them during the mourning, and decided to finally give the world they lived in a name-

Fonte Maximus, the name of the Ender of Existence.

Let me tell you a story....

Come children, let me tell you a bedtime story, a story that will probably put you wide awake and unable to sleep well, for Fonte Maximus will definitely drive you insane if you ever stop reading it.