Saturday, May 31, 2014

Episode 2: The Shining Princess

Episode 1 Recap:
            David Gallaback, a young high school student, at the start of his summer vacation has achieved his dream of becoming a Neostriker, a legendary warrior after attending a museum exhibit and encountering the evil Daelian forces.

EPISODE 2: The Shining Princess

            The following day, nothing particular of interest happened. That is, until David walked in to see the news on TV. The reporter was discussing how much of a loss the robbery was.
            “The loss of the scroll is a grave one,” she began in the typical exaggerated and obvious manner of a reporter. David sometimes wondered if they really meant anything they said.  “Fortunately, we have been informed that pictures were taken of the scroll beforehand so studies have been made using those photographs. Here we are with the professor leading the research, Prof. Lokaf. Professor, has there been any progress on the scroll from the pictures?”
            “No,” he responded simply. “All the information we have is what we gathered before displaying the scroll at the museum. It was a bit of detail however. We translated enough of the text to read that sometime in the dark ages, a great war had ensued. It was a war between the two kingdoms as we know the ‘Nellenion’ and the ‘Daelian’. These two kingdoms fought with technology superior to our own. Their warriors were known as ‘Neostrikers’. These warriors were able to use many type of weapons powerful enough to destroy castles within minutes. However, the Daelian Kingdom was ultimately defeated, because of objects called the ‘Elite Stones’. These stones generated massive amounts of power and energy and thus seemed to be cause of victory for the Nellenions. At the end there was some mention about something called ‘dark energy’. However we could only make out those words. We have no details on that.”
            “What do you have to say about the robbers? They claimed to be ‘Neostrikers’ as mentioned in the scroll,” queried the reporter. “I would be inclined to not believe it, but the fact that we never released the name before now, it appears they might be survivors or something of the sort. I find it hard to believe that someone could live for so long.”
            “Perhaps the Neostriker is a secret society that has lived in hiding for all this time.”
            “It is certainly possible,” the reporter thought for a moment, but then was urged to close up. “Alright. Thank you Professor for discussing this with us. Back to the studio...”
            With that, David went back to his room to think. It did not take long before he began to question his new companion. “Hey, Zel. You said the ‘tide of war’ was coming. Is it going to be about the Elite Stones?”
            “How perceptive of you,” said the Asen sarcastically. “It’s not like most people could make that connection.”
            “Fine fine, Mr. know-it-all,” answered the youth defensively. “So how about clarifying some things? Like how you seem to know so much about today’s world, though you are from a world centuries old. And according to the scroll, you should speak Latin, but here we are conversing.”
            The Asen spoke as if he had expected this. “As I mentioned before, my nature is spirit. I have been able to travel this world and learn from it, awaiting the time when my powers would be needed.”
            The boy did not look very satisfied. He was in fact confused. The nature of Asen to him was of the cyber world. Nevertheless, he continued on. “Well, you’re gonna need to tell me more about these things if you are going to use me in this war of yours.”
            “Am I?” Zel responded questioning this statement. “Very well then” he started, ignoring what had just happened. “It’s simple. The Elite Stones need to stay out of the hands of the Daelians. They are objects of power just as the professor said. It would be very hard to stop the Daelians if they were to get all eight. Not only that, we have to worry about the Dark Power. It consists of what is called ‘dark energy’. If a human were exposed to it, he could and would do things he otherwise wouldn’t. It corrupts the heart of all who come into contact with it. It is so strong that even a holy man could turn into a mass murderer. But there is another problem with the dark energy. It gives power to that which it has been given to. This applies to Neostrikers as well. As I stated before, the Dark Power can generate hollow forms. That itself is of great power, so imagine what it can do with Neostrikers that have a human host.”
            For some reason or another, this did not faze David as much as it probably should have. “So the odds are against us is what you’re saying. They have so many searching all of the land while it’s just me and you for our side. Sounds like a great video game in which I’m the hero. And as we all know, the hero always win.”
            “Video game? Whatever. We do have something that can aid us. The counter for the Dark Power is ‘Shining Power.’ It purifies the dark energy and there is one person close by that can use this power, or at least has the potential. This woman is the ‘Shining Princess.’ It’s only finding her that would be trouble.”
            The youth let out a sigh. “You sure know how to make things more difficult. Is there any way we have of reaching her?”
            “Well, the problem is that she is supposed to be hiding and so won’t use her powers openly. However, if are close to her, then I can identify her. The only lead I have for you is that she handled the scroll before you.”
            “Then she might still be in the city. I guess the museum is a good place to start. I just need to find a way to convince my dad to take me.” The youth began to brainstorm as he went downstairs to find his father, yet one little thought kept creeping into his head. “Maybe I’ll run into that one girl if I’m lucky.” 

            The convincing wasn’t as difficult as David had preconceived. His dad, of course, gave the argument that it was dangerous to go in that area because of the robbery. However, it was all too easy to reply with that the robbers already got what they came for. But that didn’t stop David from coming up with the lie that he lost his wallet there. He hated the fact that he lied. This was in part because it was to his father, but also because he was proud of the fact that he could usually get away without any lies.
            As they were driving to the museum, taking a shortcut through the lesser and deserted parts of the town, David noticed a man and a girl running into a dark alley as if they were being chased. “Dad, it looks like they’re in need of some help.” “I see that” came as answer. While he would not like to risk the danger, helping those in need would generally convince him to do so in itself. They turned around and stopped by the alleyway. David quickly got out of the car and looked into the narrow way. There he saw the man and girl being threatened by Daelians. He then recognized the man as the professor and the girl as the one from the museum. Sadly for him, in a certain sense, he failed to think prudently enough and another Daelian grabbed him and eventually his father. As they were brought closer, David could make out what was going on.
            “Give us the pictures and data on the scroll, professor” threatened one Daelian. “Or would you rather see your daughter suffer. Oh! And how about these innocent bystanders? It must be our lucky day.”
            “Just leave them out of this” pleaded Prof. Lokaf. “They have nothing to do with this!”
            “They do now.” And with that response he aimed his gun at David and was ready to fire when all of a sudden, a light encased David and he entered forms. Immediately reacting to this circumstance, Neocyx freed himself from his captor by throwing him over himself and neofied him with a quick shot to the head. He then wasted no time and freed his father with a swift turn and stab.  He took a shot but returned the favor with haste. Just then the remaining Daelian grabbed hold of the girl with his blade at her neck. The professor then struck the villain from behind. The Daelian, as one generally reacts when hit in the back of the head, turned to see who did it. The Shadow Fox took advantage of this opportunity and delivers a final thrust to free the hostage with the words “It wasn’t your lucky day, it was your downfall.”
            “What just happened?” David inquired of Zel privately.
Zel did not hesitate to answer “It was of utmost necessity that you save these people. She’s the one.” David was by all means surprised by this revelation but also that Zel had been able to activate neoformation for him. David de-formed and Mr. Gallaback approached him asking just what he had done. This was interrupted though by the professor who walked up and thanked them.
            “Thank you so much for saving my daughter. You have my thanks even though I have no idea who you are.”
            “Perhaps I can shed some light on the matter” they heard a voice from David’s cellphone. “David, open your screen.” With that, David obeyed and a holographic image of Zel was projected. “I am Zel” he began, “a Neostriker. This young man is David. He has been chosen to be a warrior for the Nellenions in the upcoming war with the Daelians that will strike this land. The Daelians plan on conquering this place and spreading chaos. We Nellenions are doing what we can to prevent that from happening.”
            “And why are you telling us this?” implored the professor. “Because David is not the only one who has been chosen” was the reply.
            “You mean me” said a beautiful voice from the daughter at the surprise of the fathers. “This Neostriker” she continued, “appeared to me when I was handling the scroll and told me all of this. He told me that I could be of help in stopping the evil Daelians.”
            “And just how do you know who is evil and who is not?” Mr. Lokaf asked with some hidden anger as a father would do. However, Mr. Gallaback came to the defense. “I think the actions of attacking and threatening to kill us falls under the category of evil. Though I am disappointed that you never told me, David.”
            “Sorry,” was all that could come out of the boy’s mouth. But this time the girl came to his aid saying, “Well, if you want to be a hero, one of the first rules is to never reveal your secret identity. That way it protects the hero and those around him from the bad guys, right?” This made David smile a bit. He was being defended by a lovely girl; one that he was going to have to protect.
            The professor seemed to have no lack of questions. He inquired just how exactly his fair daughter was to be involved in this “war.” Zel had to explain that she had been given a specific power of purification and that David was here because it was his task to protect her on her mission. The two fathers walked away to discuss some things. While they were doing that, the daughter approached David.
            “Thank you, mister hero. I don’t think my dad is all too happy, but he will get over it soon. Anyways I have something to give to you. Give me your Neot.” Flustered, David willingly handed her the phone and she took out a card and scanned it with the camera. Then from her hand she removed a bronze ring and gave it to David with his phone.
            “This ring” she explained, “is called the ‘Guardian’s Ring.’ It belongs to the one who is supposed to protect me. By wearing it, you should be temporarily protected from mortal attacks such as bullets and those from Neostrikers. To warn you, it takes time to recharge after it does its job. I also added a program to your Neot that should be helpful. It is called the Nellenion field. When in battle, it will provide a protective barrier around a certain area in which you can fight in without anything outside being harmed. It keeps people out and the warriors fighting in until someone has won. This also takes time to recharge after use but you shouldn’t need to use it too often. Zel informed me all of this when I first encountered him. I will say it was a bit much at first.”
            “Yeah, I think everyone would agree with you on that,” the youth said supportively. He gave her his thanks and properly introduced himself. Their fathers returned and the professor with his daughter began to leave. Just as they were doing so, David called out last time.
            “Hey wait! I never got your name!”
          The daughter simply smiled and called back “Jenny! I’ll see you again, mister hero!” The phrase “mister hero,” though slightly annoying, felt good coming from a girl like her. To David it probably felt like she could call him whatever and he would not mind. And he probably would have stayed in a daze thinking about her if his father did not interrupt his thoughts.
            “The professor expresses his thanks to you saving his daughter’s life. He gave us these invitations to go to a party in honor of his discovery. It is going to be tomorrow night in the Ballmart Hotel where the air base used to be. We can go early if you want.”
            “Huh? Oh, sure,” was all Mr. Gallaback got from his son.
            “Well then, it’s time to go home. Maybe we can play tennis. I must say something, though. I am impressed of your willingness to help. I trust that if this turns out to be for the worst, you will make the right choice. So, I won’t reveal your secret, not even to your mother unless necessary. Even though you lied about why you wanted to go to the museum.”
            “You figured that out? Sorry.”
            “Forgiven. Now let’s go home and do something. Things are never going be the same after this gets started.”

Episode 3

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Prologue & Episode 1: Dream into Reality


Long ago, there was an island somewhere in the Atlantic. On the island were two kingdoms: a good one and a bad one. These two kingdoms were at war a good deal of time and because of this, technology advanced leagues faster than in Europe.
In the good kingdom, there was a young boy of around fifteen with a mortal illness. He decided to give himself up to science to test a new theory that had arisen. The scientists had created a new technology that would make a mortal man into a great warrior. The youth had his arms and legs amputated and were and with mechanical replacements. The torso was then equipped with a metallic armor that was made to fuse with the body to give life support, provide protection, and generate energy. The operation was a success and the concept actually made the youth to be potentially immortal as the armor was stronger than anything in the known world and capable of generating a barrier. The legs also provided boosters that permitted the youth to fly as well as run at great speeds. The arm could shift into a handless cannon that could fire destructive energy blasts. The youth was also able to adapt to many environments and even use attacks based on the different elements. Flexibility was also added, providing the skill to be able to do flips and other movements flawlessly. A sword of a great power and energy was also granted to the test subject. He could also generate other weapons such as spears and explosives.
The young boy was given a helmet that attached to his head that allowed him to control these abilities with his thoughts. The researchers saw the unknown limit of the potential of this warrior and his abilities that were beyond man’s limits and gave the name “Xagem”. The scientists rejoiced at the success their project produced. However, they decided it would be better if they could make the armor without needing to amputate and forever mutate one’s body so they began research on a wearable version.
Unfortunately, a fire emerged and destroyed most of the research, plans, and even some of the geniuses working, leaving the remaining researchers close to square one. Besides that, there was a researcher with malicious intents. He somehow was able to produce most of the data and attach a black copy of the armor to himself, making himself basically the equal of Xagem. The bad scientist then mass produced his findings with the addition of hollow forms. These forms came in many shapes but there was nothing except the dark substance inside. All of this, the wicked scientist provided to the evil kingdom and the war ensued.
Xagem was a trump card for the good kingdom; he was even more powerful than the treacherous researcher. Unfortunately, because of the mass produced forms, the enemy had a greater number of troops and more power to spread. The youth saw how he could not protect everyone everywhere and the good king was considering surrender. However, Xagem realized that his harnessed energy could provide the scientists what they needed to produce more forms. He split his power and contained it in different objects such as stones and cards. His elemental powers were segregated into eight clear hexagonal rocks which were distinguished by things such as a flame inside. The name given to these rocks were “Elite Stones”. His weapon abilities were harnessed into cards called “Neocards”. The rest of his energy and powers were then used to provide the stimulus of the making of new forms based off of his design. These forms were not as powerful as Xagem, but they were stronger than those in the opposing army, only fewer in number. Xagem also gave a vast amount of his power to the king, who already had a great power. When the king’s power was mixed with Xagem’s, a strong energy was made that was able to eliminate the dark substance.   
The evil scientist, seeing that his defeat was at hand also decided to split his power into five orbs and with them sources of the dark substance. He had them spread out to far distances so that his evil might spread and corrupt the rest of the world and thus defeat the good kingdom. The good king took his strongest warriors and they fought a brave and long battle against the opposing kingdom. At one point in time, the evil scientist sneakily reached the king and was about to slay him but the youth intervened. With the last of his energy, Xagem fought to the death and greatly weakened the evil warrior. The king then, with the chance he had, used what powers he had to seal the evil warrior away and the virtuous army won the battle. The king did what he could and sealed what was left of Xagem’s power so that it might be used again if ever needed to fight the evil scientist. At least this is what was in the mind of young David.
In a time so close yet so far away, there was a junior in high school named David. He loved to play sports, especially soccer and tennis. It was winter and soccer season was in. The team so far had lost every game and the student saw that the team just did not care. In school, the students broke the rules and took advantage of their privileges and thus lost them for everyone in the end. Now some of us would look at it all and say that this was just small stuff but the part that made it all hell for David was the death of his beloved grandfather. Since then, David’s world had been upside down and any problem became a big deal. 

EPISODE 1: Dream into Reality

            As the sun rose one day, David was in his room playing around before school living out a dream in his head. In this action, cannons were being fired amidst a close combat duel.
            “I shall destroy you, Guardian”
            “No you won’t. As long as I have my friends, I will never give up! I won’t lose. Falcon’s blast!”
            After such movements, David finally landed on his bed gazing up as if he could see through the ceiling so as to envision the sky and then fall into reverie. “Man how I wish Neostriker really existed” he began. “Then I could use that power for good and make a difference in this place. Or at least get away far from here. That would just be awesome. Then again, I would hope that it wouldn’t be as cliché as I just made it out to be.”
            Such were the thoughts of the young David Gallaback, a high school junior; a dreamer. With the sound of the bell, this dreamer went to classes for another miserable day. On the way, David encountered a big upperclassman abusing some freshmen and decided to intervene. Now this upperclassman was big in every aspect, especially around the waist. He and David always were at each other’s necks. Personally, David never hated the guy. He just couldn’t stand all the things he would do such as cheat or hide his books or make things difficult at soccer practice. 
             “Dude, l-leave them alone.”
            “Why should I?” replied the bully. “In fact, why should I listen to a guy that cries in class when given a paper?”
            “You know very well I wasn’t crying, just upset.”
            “You cried, stutterer.”
            “Whatever, Nero. By the way, why don’t you lose some weight, slowpoke?”
            This comment struck a nerve in the round bully who instantly threw a punch, but David easily evaded it. This benefit he was grateful for. He was much faster than his adversary and so ran off to class as he heard Nero yell the all-too-common threatening words, “You better watch your back, crybaby! I know where you sleep!”
            Throughout the day, David encountered more and more troubles, and while the normal teen would just dismiss them eventually, they never seemed to disappear from David’s mind. And so how it remained for the rest of the year. One night, however, young Gallaback had a dream. In this particular dream, the junior envisioned an angel calling his name.
            “David, David.”
            “What is it?”
            “The Divine Maker has heard your wish. He is willing to grant it to you for Neostriker to exist. Do you want that to happen?”
            “Hah! This must be a dream or something. There is no such thing as a Divine Maker.”
            “David, whether you believe in Him is your choice. But either way, He has chosen to bless you with Neostriker. Do you wish this?”
            “Of course,” the youth heartily responded, “It would definitely be better than this life.”
            The angel smiled as if he knew the results of such a choice. “You shall see if you truly do think so. It shall be confined to the limits of California and your wish shall be granted, but when the time comes, you will be given a choice concerning its fate, whether you are dead or alive.” 
/           “What do you mean?” David asked confused.
            “You will know” were the last words of the angel before departing and David awoke shaking his head. Noting the time to be three in the morning, he simply concluded it was just a dream as much as he hoped that it was true.
A few months later, summer vacation started and David returned to his home in Kelinor. He could not really recall the past few months. It could have been that there was nothing worth remembering. Either way, as he entered his home, his sister was watching the news about a discovery in the Sahara that sparked his interest.
            “This is an amazing find” began the reporter on the TV, “An excavation here has struck archeological gold; artifacts from an ancient civilization. However, the one that has received the most attention is a scroll. On the scroll are paintings along with the text. And here to talk with us more on the subject is the professor leading the excavation, Professor Lokaf. Professor, tell us about the scroll.”
            The camera moved to show a scraggy middle aged man with his archeology outfit discussing something with a member of his party. After the reporter obtained his attention he simply responded with a polite “yes?” but there was an obvious expression that he knew what the reporter was to ask him as if they practiced this many a time.
            “What do you think about this find? Have you been able to translate the text on the scroll?
            “The scroll? Ah yes, the scroll. The scroll was most likely written in the Middle Ages, maybe the Dark Ages at that. The text itself, I will want to look at more carefully to be sure, because a great deal of the writing is missing because of age. What we have noticed, though, is that the text appears to be in some form of Latin. What we have been able to translate on the spot mentions of an island in the Atlantic.”
            The reporter’s eyes glistened with excitement. “So this could very well be the mythical Atlantis?” she asked, seeking the professor’s confirmation.
            “That is the popular theory at the moment. Anyways, there are a couple of interesting words here ‘Nellenion’ and ‘Daelian’. It appeared this island was victim to wars that lasted generations and these were the primary combatants. With what we have been able to gather, we can assume this scroll was written by a Nellenion; perhaps fled to escape the war. Unfortunately, with most of the text eroded, we won’t be able to study it much more than we already have.”
            “Professor. It is to my knowledge that these artifacts will be going on display in the near future?”
            “Ah yes. The main sponsor of this excavation was Mr. Cower of the Cower’s Museum in Kelinor. As part of the deal, these artifacts will be on display there. After that, I believe it’ll be…”
           David did not stay to hear what the professor had to say next. He went up to his room with his mind swirling. After closing his door and lying on his bed, the student began to ask himself about what was happening.
“‘Nellenion’? ‘Daelian’? Is this really happening? Those are the two kingdoms of Neostriker. “Nellenion” being the good kingdom and “Daelian” the enemy. Man, I need to get to that scroll and see if it’s true,” was the thought that went though his mind. Shortly after, his sister knocked and came in.
            “Was there something weird about that?”
“You have no idea, sis.”
“Well, it is interesting to think that this may be proof that something like Atlantis existed”
            “How about we go check it out?”
            “I’m for it, but I don’t think it’ll be at the museum for at least a week.”
            “Alright, then I’m going to take a nap. It’s been a rough day.”
            “Oh… sure. Talk to you later then.”
            With that, David’s sister left, and David’s mind continued to go wild over the whole affair. When the day finally approached, David had no hesitation in getting his family to the museum so that he might see if it was really what he thought it was. However, when they finally got to the exhibit, fighting their way to see the scroll, David’s eyes caught a glimpse of something else that interested him; a pretty American girl around his age with nice long straight hair and a small fringe on the right side of her face. The teenage boy could not help but think about all the possible scenarios to talk to her.
            “Whoa! She’s pretty cute. Hmm. I wonder if I can take a picture with my phone? Then again, I’m probably never going to see her again so why bother. Wait! If I go up to her and ask, then maybe I can get her number and then… But then what would I say when I got up to her? She probably would consider me a dope and leave it right there and leave. She probably already has a boyfriend if not many lined up.” With that thought racing through his head, the young boy let out a sigh.
However, the boy decided to at least try and snap a picture while pretending to really take it of the scroll. Nevertheless, just as he is focusing the camera and moving while doing so he tripped over a cable and the phone flew into the scroll and dropped to the floor. If he didn’t know before, David sure learned how fast security could move. Embarrassed, David quickly retrieved his phone and raced to the bathroom to be alone. Inside, the splash of water was still not enough to relieve his embarrassment and he proceeded to yell at his foolishness.
            “Great job, David! Now there is no chance at all to get to know her. She must definitely think me to be a dope. Arg! I didn’t even get a picture.” With that, he flipped open his phone and noticed something strange on the screen; a binary code streaming down. “Great” the clumsy teenager sarcastically thought. “Just another problem to add to my list— a broken phone. I wonder if dad can fix this. I must be having some kind of nightmare.”
            “I don’t think so” said a voice from nowhere.
            “Who’s there?” voiced the startled junior looking all around.
            “Here, in your phone” was the reply David got. When he checked, he saw the figure of a man. It was not an ordinary man but a knight. He had on a green tunic, but chainmail could be seen beneath it. He had on a brown belt with matching boots and gloves. His hair was golden blonde and possessed aquamarine eyes.
“The name is Zel. I am an Asen, a Neostriker warrior.”
            “Did you say a ‘Neostriker’?” inquired the seventeen-year old.
            “Yes I did. Do you have a problem with that?”
            “Uh, no…” replied David, but through his mind he was thinking “Maybe it’s a dream instead of a nightmare. Wait. I probably better not indicate that I know what a Neostriker is.” And so, he gave the comment “How should I know? I don’t know what a Neostriker is, even though it sounds kinda cool if not cliché.”
            “A Neostriker” began the mysterious figure “is a warrior with great power, able to generate certain weapons at will and use them to fight. In the Neostriker realm there are two forces. There are those that use the power for good, the ‘Nellenions’, and those that use it for mal intent, the ‘Daelians’.”
            “Why are you telling me this?” petitioned David.
            “I am in search of someone who can fight in my place for the Nellenions.”
            “Why, might I ask?”
            “Well, I am what you may call, a highly advanced program, but my nature is spirit. I am not able to fight Daelians who materialize. However, I can serve as an operator and grant my powers to someone I deem worthy.” explained the Asen.
            “So me…” the boy realized. “Why me?”
            “Because I see potential in you.”
            “This is sounding suspicious.”
            “It is certainly your call whether or not you accept this offer. The powers that I grant are great, from the ability to fly to withstanding projectiles”
            “Flying, eh… So all I need is to be willing to fight for the Nellenion kingdom? And they are the good guys so why not?” decided the dreamer.
            A smirk came across Zel’s face as he proceeded with this warning, “Heh. Take note that the tide of war is approaching. If you want though, I can take away my powers from you anytime. So if you want to give up, just say so, or if you do evil with them I will take it away with no problem.”
            “That’s fine. I’ll just have to be responsible.”
            “Very well then. Your phone has been given a new program and thus made into a Neot. This will permit you to transform into a great warrior. All you need to do is bring up the program, press the ‘send’ button, and say ‘Neoformation’.” Just as he finished, though, Zel’s composure changed to as if he had sensed something. “You may be put up to your first test right now. I think the Daelians are here. So transform and I’ll inform you on more details.”
David performed the required steps and just as he said “Neoformation,” a bright light emitted from the phone and enveloped David. A dark blue breastplate was put on and then heavily shaded gray arms, legs, and helmet with a black visor. A weird blue trapezoid-like thing attached to his back along with four small tubes at the corners, which David knew to be a jetpack. Then a dark brown cloak wrapped around the neck. All of this in the frame of two seconds.
“Wow. Is this really happening?” said the excited teenager. Just then, though, a thought goes through and he asks Zel, “Wait! What about the cameras?” to which the Asen replied simply, “Who puts cameras in the restroom? Perverts? That’s just plain wrong.”
“That’s true… then I guess I don’t have to worry,” the boy replied, though growing curious about the way Zel spoke.
“Anyways, this form has been made custom for you.”
“Neostriker armor made for you humans. Anyways, its name is…”
Neocyx” blurted the excited boy, forgetting about his situation, only to remember it as Zel asked “How did you know?” Thinking fast, David responded with since it was made for him, he should be able to give it a name. Zel shrugged off this answer and merely continued saying that in forms, David was to be known as Neocyx the Shadow Fox, which David liked. After this, Zel gave the order “Now go! The Daelians are here. I’ll instruct you on how to use this form.”
“But it wouldn’t it seem strange for people to hear you from me?” asked the new warrior.
“Only you can hear me in forms. Also, if you think about talking to me, you can keep it so other people won’t hear you. That way, the conversation is private. Got it?”
“Yeah” responded the teen as he sprinted through the museum toward the scroll display. Along the way, Zel informed David that forms allow him to move in ways he wouldn’t have been able to before. All that is needed is to think of what he wants, if he has it, and it will come or be done, with limits of course. This included flight for about five seconds, but Zel also told David that as he grows more powerful he would be able to fly longer. Meanwhile, at the exhibit, three purple armored “men” had broken in.
“Alright. Stay calm and nobody gets hurt. All we want is the scroll” were the words of Daelian soldier.
            “You’re robbing the museum? Who are you? A new gang?” spoke out David’s father. He was always quick to voice his opinion whenever he felt he was on the right side.
            “We are Neostrikers. And this pertains to us. Any more questions?”
            Not taking the hint, David’s father continues “I don’t know who you are, but you are probably just some poor kids, just stop this nonsense and…”
            “You’re driving my patience old man. Die! Neo sword!”
            At that instant, the Daelian’s hand transformed into an energy blade and it dashes toward Mr. Gallaback. Just as he was about to swing, however, Neocyx jumped in the way with blades of his own and pushed the robber back.
“Sorry, but you aren’t doing anything here. You’re not taking the scroll and you are especially not going to kill anyone!”
“Who are you?”
“Neocyx’s the name and it will be the last thing you remember.”
Neocyx charged the Daelian and slashed him up and he evaporated in a puff of purple smoke. Zel would later reveal this process to be called “Neofication” in which the forms were said to be neofied. Then the other Daelians attacked Neocyx but he jumped in the air and escaped the onslaught. After that, with the words “neo gun,” one of his swords became a hand-cannon and the Shadow Fox used it to fire at the Daelians.
Zel rebuked David. “Be careful! You might hit someone!”
“You’re right. Let’s limit ourselves to sword combat at the moment,” were the words of the shamed youth for risking the people he was trying to defend.
Neocyx switched back to dual blades and took out the Daelians while only taking a few hits himself. Just as he finished, though, the glass roof broke and the Shadow Fox just barely escaped it. However, the blazing blast that followed found its target. From the roof an anthropomorphic dragon like figure with tough red and orange armor, wings on his back, and a head with two horns sticking out the back, descended.
“Neocyx, eh?” said the dragon form. “That’s interesting. I am Drafom, a Sergeant in the Daelian army. I believe you could rise through the ranks if you joined us.”
“Sorry, but I think I will decline at the moment” replied the young hero rebelliously.
The Daelian Sergeant laughed. “Ha. You certainly have some spunk in you. I will let you live only because I believe it will be more interesting if you are alive than if I kill you now. However, I will take the scroll.”
            Being helpless, Neocyx could do nothing as the dragon form took the scroll and escaped. Taking heed to Zel’s advice, David scrambled out and used de-formation when he finally reached solitude. At that moment, Zel informed him that the forms he fought were “hollow forms” created by the “Dark Power” and that they are not as powerful as those with a human host. As a result, when defeated they vanish. He also explained how those with a human host, neofication acted a little different. In that case, neofication just forced the process of de-formation.
Returning to the exhibit, David’s father explained what just happened and how glad he was that David had just missed it due to his mishap. He even went further on saying that it must have been a divine intervention to the dismay of his son. From there, they went home and along the way, David contemplated his impending future as a Neostriker.

Episode 2

Friday, May 23, 2014

Hello and Plans

Hello Everyone!
    I am J. D. Nyle. I started this blog in hopes of beginning the launch of my project for the past 15 years, Neostriker. This universe I have designed has been my secret pride and now I hope to share it with you!
    I have written a story, with the first draft completed over 5 years ago. Now, the editing is near completion as I debated how I wanted to publish it. Before, I've kept my story a secret, written as practice before I began my official series. However, as time went on, I began to think it might be worth sharing as I prepare for my next story which I have always intended to publish. Part of the reason for this change is I realized the concepts in my story, though original to me, have been explored partially in series I never heard about until after I finished another draft last year. Since then, I realized that if I kept sitting on this project, people would not give me credit for the ideas I have developed on my own. As a result, I hope that by launching my project, it will establish my work as it was.
    I do not mean to say that I did not take inspiration from other works. In fact, that is impossible to do. However, the inspiration I have taken were simply the building blocks. What I have done with those blocks I consider to be my own creation, and a few years ago, I certainly thought it was original.
   As I mentioned before, I do intend to publish my story and on this blog! My plan is to serialize the story, releasing a few chapters, called episodes, a week. With the longer chapters, it will probably be only one chapter a week. Either way, I plan to have the entire story published within 15 weeks. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy reading the first story in my Neostriker series, Shining.

J.D. Nyle