Unknown Tales

Well, here's...This.

This will be my attempt to place into epic form the BZPower Battles spirit.

There will be multiple "Books," each showing sides of our Created Reality which otherwise wouldn't make it to the game.

It will have heavy comedy, but also dark elements.

Let's see how this goes.

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In our existence as mortals, we know far less than we assume.

Time and space stretch for such great distances that no one man can possibly know all there is to know. Even should this knowledge reach them, it would drive mortal minds to insanity.

On the planet known as Jurai, a child has just been born. He will go on to wage war on evil, form a group of stalwart allies, and bring peace to the Universe time and time again. Of Royal Blood, he will grow up to have a keen mind and a brave, noble heart. He will be forced to fight evil with cruel measures, but will never once lose the light of good.

This...Is not his story.


[ Location: Karnsa ]

The planet of Karnsa was once a beautiful gem. Its cerulean oceans and verdant isles were home to a wide variety of empaths and ascetic monks. It was long a refuge of peace-seekers, before the Icthys Prima arrived.

Fishlike, savage, and possessed of keen psychic abilities, the Icthys Prima used Karnsa as a new home after they inevitably destroyed two previous planets. Due to seeing the vague future, they knew that this planet would come to a prosperous rule after great destruction. As such, they wiped out every sentient race not their own on the planet and enstated their oligarchal, theocratic government.

What they did not consider was that Karnsa might not come to a prosperous rule beneath them. When Juraian Emperor Azusa Glory heard of this massacre, he assembled his Royal Guards and went to the planet to personally avenge all the pacifists who had been killed. The Icthys Prima knew of Emperor Azusa's fierce sense of justice, but never once did their High Oracles think to look at the chance he would fell them.

The cruel irony was that, in a way, they completely saw the end result coming.

To this day, the Icthys Prima struggle to recover from this defeat.

Emperor Azusa can barely remember the event.


Beneath the sky, tinted green and gold by the sunset, Emperor Azusa and his Royal Guard relaxed after the short war. All around them, buildings had fallen and bodies lay strewn about. The Emperor himself - Possessing lightly-tanned skin and long, pink-red hair in a ponytail - Seemed to be taking a nap.

Nearby were his four chief Guards. Currently speaking and laughing uproariously was a rotund, jolly man with short-cut pale cyan hair, obscuring sunglasses, and thin stubble on his chin. He would only stop every once in a while from his gobbling down soup to tell a joke, laugh with the two other men, and then go back to eating. Yet for a moment, he stopped and looked to the female in their group. "Hey. What's got'cha in such a bad mood, Fasha? Izzit - "

"Say it, Dorom. I dare you." Fasha turned to glare at him, eyes narrowed. She had short black hair in a tomboyish cut, fair skin, and violet eyes. Currently, she was scowling darkly. As Dorom flinched and hurriedly went back to eating, Fasha turned to look at Azusa - Reclined against a piece of fallen masonry. "The Emperor seems...Different. Normally, he'll never choose a nap over food. Especially his favorite soup." Clear worry crossed her eyes.

Meanwhile, a tall man with messy, spiky hair and a long ponytail chuckled. "I'd say something to the effect of your crush on him, if you weren't such a huge di - " Chuckling, he ducked under a huge chunk of stone lobbed towards his head. "Just relaxe, Fasha. If he were unwell, Skiltzi would know. Right, Skiltzi?" He turned to look at the last member of their group - Sitting apart from even them.

Quite different from the rest, 'Skiltzi' was covered head to toe in either his dull, dark red cloak or bandages. He wore some kind of gasmask over his lower face, and had round, unblinking eyes with small pupils. Wordlessly, Skiltzi gave a slow nod in response to the man's question. All the same, Fasha was clearly worried still. "Thank you, Kharnash, Skiltzi. I just...Can't help but worry about him."

Finally, Dorom had ceased eating to speak up again. "We're all focused on the Emperor's best interests. But he wouldn't want any of his to be overly-concerned about him. Skiltzi would know if anything was wrong - He's known the Emperor since they were tykes!" As if on cue, Skiltzi flinched.

Everyone stared as the covered being rose up to his unimpressive height and gracefully walked over to Azusa. With his gliding movements, he came to a kneel by the Emperor and bowed over. In the next instant, Azusa erupted into coughs.

Without pause, each of the other three rushed to their Emperor. His eyes were wide and staring - A total opposite of their normal half-closed, relaxed state.

Kharnash barked out, "Fasha, Dorom, keep watch for any enemies!" Both of them nodded once, leaping with great agility to scout the area.

"Skiltzi," Kharnash murmured, "Do what you can to help him."

With a nod, Skiltzi placed his hands over Azusa's chest.

The Emperor still stared blindly.

/me is Loving this.

*sips tea*

This is looking good. I especially liked the part with "This...Is not his story.".

Thanks!

I hope the next chapters satisfy!

Here we go~


What Azusa and his guards did not know about the Icthys Prima was that their psychic powers were not inherent.

All Icthys Prima, still today, draw their psychic powers from a single source - The "Over-Mind." Icthys Prima do not train their own minds to grow stronger - They train the ability to draw on more power from the Over-Mind. The more Icthys Prima there are, the less power there is to be meted out.

Additionally, only certain Icthys Prima can handle large amounts of power. Should too much power from the Over-Mind flow into one Icthys Prima, they will become powerful, but their constant flashes of prophetic visions render them mindless; only capable of spewing what they see as they fight tooth-and-nail. Those who can regain control after a few years in this state become High Oracles.

Yet what Fasha and Dorom were about to find was a High Oracle-to-be gone horribly right.


[ Location: Karnsa, Near Azusa, Skiltzi, and Kharnash: ]

With a rustle of wind, the two Royal Guards came to a stop. Dorom threw his head back and forth, obviously looking for something. As soon as he spotted a shifting pile of rubble and pointed it out, Fasha prepared to attack. However, she froze as the prone figure suddenly jolted straight to his feet out of the rubble.

Clearly an Icthys Prima, he had heavy dark green and pale blue scales, with wild, unseeing eyes - In a curiously familiar look of unseeing... - And thick lips around his huge mouth. He simply stared towards Fasha and Dorom. It was obvious to both that he did not see them: This was the exact same look on the face of their kind when having a vision. Yet this one would occasionally flinch, and seemed to be 'future-gazing' for two minutes straight. Dorom took a cautious step towards him, when the Icthys Prima looked straight at him. The fishlike being took a deep breath, then spoke.

"I CAN SEE THE FUUUTUUUUURRRE." After shouting this, his mouth hung open. Both of the Royal Guards were understandably perplexed. Fasha was about to say something, when he yelled again. "ZEV IS A PRIIINCE. PRUDENCE COMES BAAACK. MUSHIMA DIIIES. THE SHIMA BROTHERS' MASTER IS A LITTLE GIIIRRRL. THAT LITTLE THING NAMAH BEFRIENDS IS SUPER POWERRRFUUUUULLL. MODEL 18 BETRAYS RAAAVAAAAAT." Groaning loudly, he dashed at Fasha and gave a kick outward. However, she easily blocked the strike and launched him away with a quick, brutal jab to the center of his face.

Doing a backflip, he landed on his feet. "VIDELLE'S MOM IS ACTUALLY - " Without warning, a blast of pale blue fire from Dorom's hand impacted the Icthys Prima. Engulfed from head to toe, he merely stared. With the few quiet, calm breaths he managed, Fasha and Dorom waited patiently for his last words. Even as he quietly burned, he never once showed himself showing a hint of pain. Finally, he spoke.

"I'M ON FIIIIIRE."

As his torso exploded in a short burst of pink energy and the rest of his body disintegrated, Fasha snarled. "I thought psychics were supposed to be smart." She glared at the Icthys Prima's remains as they floated downward to the ground. Abruptly, a ringing noise came from a pouch on her leg. Taking out the communicator, Fasha said, "Vice-Captain of the Royal Guard Fasha, what is it?"

Kharnash's clearly-worried voice came through with some static. "It's the Emperor. Skiltzi's trying to heal him, but it's something that even he can't fix. I heard fighting - Get back here and report." Not giving Fasha a chance to speak, he hung up.

Sighing heavily, Fasha placed the communicator back on her hip. Nodding to Dorom, she lead the way back towards the site they had come from.

Neither spoke to each other of what they saw.

Loving this, 'I'm on FIIIIIIRE!!!!'
Great work