The Lost Chronicles Of Pangea: Apocalypse

A riddle, seriously. Of course from the look of things the person who set this riddle was not trying to hard. David did not need to think to long before he discovered the answer.

"The answer is death."

The words glowed and an audible click resounded throughout the cave, then the door just faded away as if t was never there in the first place. What was now staring right back at David was a normal rock wall.

"Is that it?, well that was anticlimactic."

"RUMBLE!!!!!"

The floor of bones began to shake and move with an obvious time towards the left side, it was almost like it was disc or plate that was being turned over. David turned to Vidi and screamed at him.

"What the hell did you do now."

"RARARAR!!! (I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!)

"I don't believe you, you must have done something you stupid tortoise."

"...... RARARS (SERIOUSLY)"

The piles of bones began to roll off what David now realized was a platform of sorts, (great another one.) But as it was moving up, David realized he was stuck to it, and so was Vidi, it was as if he had become a part of the platform and he had no choice but be overturned with it.

The platform had tilted up till it now looked like a coin that was standing on it's the edge, David was able to move his body, but he could not loose contact with the platform, it was as if he was a magnet and he could shift his body anyway he wanted, but if he let go, then he was going to be let go.

David shifted his gaze and looked below him, what greeted him was an endless sea of spikes reaching up from an all encompassing blackness. As if it knew that David had discovered the spikes, the platform continued moving, now it was carrying David and Vidi straight for the spikes. As it came down, it began to pick up speed, bringing them closer and closer to the spears and certain death.

"ARRHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

"RAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR(NOOOOOOOOOO)!!!!!"

Both owner and let were screaming their lungs out in fright, but between the two of them there was bound to be an argument about who was the pet, and who was the owner. But regardless of how much they screamed there was no stopping this platform, an audible thud it covered them, effectively skewering them over the hundreds of spear waiting below. It was the end.

Above the platform there was no sign of bones or David and his rather rude pet(owner). There was only a platform etched with arcane symbols, and made with a combination of black tiles. At the opposite end of the tunnel a wooden door simmered into existence like nothing had happened, and the previous two occupants of the tunnel were all but forgotten.

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THE NORTH EASTERN EDGE OF PANGEA

THE CITY OF VALOR

THE VALOR AGENCY OF STRATEGIC AND MYSTIC OBSERVATIONS.

Boris could not remember how many years he had spent being the director of this agency. The years were a blur and these days he could only remember the memories under the coercion of a drunken haze. But it should be about fifteen or twenty years, the official records would probably have a definite answer, but not him. But he couldn't be blamed, after all he was quite old.

He took a cursory glance at his office, it was neat, too neat. He had made it a habit to always leave his office in a mess every time he closed for the day, he found peace in that chaos as it was the only thing that truly showed and portrayed who he was; a man with so many mistakes and bad deed his life had become a disasters.

Of course everything would be set in order before he gets back to work in the morning courtesy of his assistant. It was annoying whenever she did this, but she had the tightest a.s.s he had seen in a long time, and believe him he has seen a lot of a.s.s. She was pretty, had a good head on her shoulders, and worked hard. But the body she had made it quite hard for him to concentrate, he would have to do something about that soon enough.

She might end up like the others who came before her, he would take her by force, and she could either die in the process, or survive to report him to bigger brass, but of course she's still going to end up silenced. He was a prime general, people like him only appear once every hundred years. Or alternatively she would join the long list of women who had become his wives or concubines. She would be number nineteen, or was twenty five. He was not sure he had lost track of a Iot of things ever since he became old.

Boris did not know when he became old though, all of a sudden he just was. He woke up one morning and everything that brought him hoy just seemed so bland and empty, and pointless. The s.e.x was still good though, his young wives kept on coming up with a variety of kinks and positions to try.

Every night was an adventure. But even then there was a limit, killing might ignite his passions once more, he really loved d doing that. The feeling of taking a life, that one special moment when you could see the light fade from within the depths of their eyes. It was euphoric, it was magical.

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However Pangea has been relatively safe and bloodshed free for a while, his services were no longer needed, and that was why he was placed in this lousy and boring agency, wasting his already wasted life away. Of course the recent waves of highly evolved animals could send anybody into a frenzy, but Boris's appetite leaned more on the human side of things. There was no satisfaction from killing animals, no matter how powerful they were.

But humans were a different matter, because then you would know you were killing someone who has hopes, dreams, ambition, and love. You would know that you were destroying a soul with the capability to change and influence the future of a lot of people. Boris loved killing humans because he knew at that moment, he was destroying a future and creating a future. By killing he was lord and master over the unknown, fascinating.

Boris was about to fall deep into his reminiscing of his good old glory days when his regulator rang. While most of Pangea was on a communication lock down, due to the current crisis, the lock down was not in effect within any of the cities. So as long as you were within any one of them you could communicate to someone in another city, but not outside.

"Hello?"

"Prime General Boris. I trust I find you in good health."

"Well Mother of the city of Valor, as you can see I'm alive, until the stacks of paper work you keep sending to my desk or boredom kill me. Because at the rate this shitty post is going, I will be dead long before old age decides it has truly come to stay."

"My Apologies Prime General, I thought it best to keep you away from any sort of active duty after the incident with your granddaughter. I know you have been secretly handling missions for the city of Valor and most of the other cities while under the guise of being this agencies director, however after your granddaughter went rogue I and the remaining Fathers and Mothers decided it would be best to keep you somewhere where…..…."

Boris cut her off as he forceful injected his own words.

"Where I'm not a threat. I'm not a kid Athena Janet, cut the bullshitting and get straight to the point. I have a secretary to screw and talking to you is killing my s.e.x drive."

There was a pause, followed by an audible sigh, as the person in the other end of the call felt frustrated. Boris liked that though, he had f.u.c.k.e.d Janet during the prime of the lives, and quite frankly he didn't enjoy it.

She just laid there doing nothing, he hated females without a good amount of s.e.x drive or performance during the deed. Unfortunately she actually fell in love with him, when he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. Instead he got married to her best friend and had a bunch of kids.

She's had it out for him ever since, and maybe because of his great sins, he had a grand daughter that f.u.c.k.e.d up and gave this bitch enough leverage to put him down. And to make matters worse he became old and wrinkly, while she was still rocking a hot bod despite being almost a hundred plus. The heavens were entirely unfair.

"Your granddaughter has resurfaced, I need you to bring her in before any if the other cities get to her."

Boris scrunched his face in annoyance at the sudden news.

"I thought you guys wanted her dead. And besides what makes you think I would be interested in hunting my own granddaughter?"

"Your granddaughter was known as the daylight demon, I don't need to tell how much power she has to wield to be able to use that title. Her power will be a trump card for any city that gets to have her, but non the less, killing her would be a preferable choice so she wouldn't fall into the hands of our Friends/enemies. And I know you Boris, once you think someone has offended you, you go searching for retribution. You're where you are today because your granddaughter went rogue, I'm sure there's supposed to be a heart to heart talk between the two of you."

"Well fine, at least I get to leave and I will have a good fight."

"Just one second Boris. You can go looking for your granddaughter, but there's something else you need to take care off."

"and what might that be?"

"Remember the last great dungeon discovery?"

"Yes I do, but its not a great dungeon, but and epic dungeon. That place had technology never before seen on Pangea."

"Yes that's the one. My spies picked up a transmission that the city of angels are rallying the Seraphim for a routine sweep of the area and the dungeon. They believe the Division might have returned for the treasure within."

"Seriously, what would they want to do with a dragons corpse."

"I know you're not stupid Boris so cut the act. You and I both know that that's more than just a dragon's dead body. It might have the secret of how we can explore the stars without having to wait for the barrier to clear every fifteen years.

Every other city wants to be the first to make that jump, to take Pangea into the space age, ensuring a monopoly of resources and technology. I don't know about you Boris, but I want that Dragon. Even if you have to take from the corpses of the Seraphim, or our very own creations; the Division."

"You seem desperate."

"Well that's because I am. This is a turning point In our history, and we all have to find a way to make the best of it. I don't want to end up bowing my heads to any of the other Fathers and Mothers. Because the person who gets to establish a foot hold outside this world first, might be the one to rule it."

"Well your ambition has not gotten any less great over the years. It's good to see you're still the same. But if I do this for you, what to I get in return."

There was a palpable silence as Boris waited for her answer. Janet was a decisive woman, she never dragged her feet and always made her moves with a conviction that would put mist battle hardened men to shame. He would never say this out loud, even under the threat of death. But Boris respected her, she was a strong woman, and Boris lived strong women. But even with their history, or the fact that she was practically his boss, Boris was not going to give her ultimate power for free.

He had no use for such things, a battle blade in hand, a gun on the other and a battlefield of endless prey and soon to be dead bodies. That's what he truly lived for, what he hoped that one day soon, he would be able to partake in such carnage again.

"Boris if you help me, then I promise...…..I will give you WAR!"

Boris did not say anything for the next ten seconds, but then he started chuckling, soon he was laughing. Until moments later he was giving a full manic laughter. There was excitement on his face, there was laughter on his lips, there was joy in his heart. And above all there was bloodl.u.s.t in his eyes.