War of the Chaos Beast: Chapter Three
Intro to the remaining heroes and a child's visit to the siren.
The rider knew that the powers would keep their word and now all he had to do was wait. Dria was sleeping in her apartment, Lisa was with her family, Victor was out at work and Chang Ming was training. It wasn't going to be long before the fates called them and woke up the sleeping powers they held. Though there were still more, that would come, one was not much of a concern but the other was going to be a problem. In the first fight there were issues and that prevented them from winning. He wished it could be done without them but that was not an option. The best he could hope for was that the past would not be repeated.
The waves called to him and the blond surf god didn't resist much to the joy of the gathered crowd. Steve 'dozer' Mendoza seemed to always get the best waves. That and he never wiped out. For an hour dozer put on a show moving wave to wave that just seemed to flow for the surf god. He made it look effortless while others who went out with him couldn't keep up. He just laughed as they fell one by one while the waves only got bigger. Eventually he rode back in to cheers of the gathered fans and other gawkers. He happily signed whatever was presented from surfboards to body parts.
He was a champion surfer with many titles to his name but it didn't go totally to his head. He had something of an ego and a stubborn streak but still he was grounded in some ways. Steve's home was a medium-sized RV, that was when he wasn't sleeping on the beach or throwing a party for fellow surfers. His feet were either on the ground or a surfboard and the regular flow of money came from a line of Dozer board builders. Granted he wasn't much of a business man but others handled that for him, as long as the money flowed in and he had a wave it was all good.
On this night he decided to have a beach party for the gathered crowd. A few calls and food had been delivered for them all while a bonfire was set on the beach. Anything to avoid the dreams. He saw a friend's betrayal and another attacking him accusing him of being the traitor. That big guy kept them apart. But he was not happy and when that dark guy took over, well. They came to him every night though and recently they had him waking in cold sweats. They were never that bad before, something was making them stronger. This night was no different.
Come the morning Dozer started driving since he refused to fly and the next challenge was in Texas, South Padre to be more precise. The waves weren't big enough to surf but that never stopped him before. Besides when he showed the waves came with him. There was more than waves waiting for him their though.
At that same time in Paris, Adrienne LeVeque was shopping. Well more accurately spending daddy's money since she didn't have to work. Adrienne was born with a platinum spoon in her mouth and loved every second of it. All her life it was either her and her rich friends lording over every one else or abusing the house staff. She got a new car every year for her birthday, never worthless than fifty grand and that was a cheap one. If she got upset at a staff member she would fire them. The word 'no' was not one she knew or heard very often.
The amount of money she would spend on a shopping trip could feed a small neighborhood for a month and she didn't care. Her theory was 'Si vous souhaitez être avec moi, devenir aussi riche que je suis' or 'if you want to be with me, become as rich as I am'. She believed that the world revolved around her and to an extent it did. She seemed to get her way all the time. It was not always because of her money but she could take situations and turn them to her advantage. Seemed that all she had to do was want it hard enough and it often happened. Very little was denied her but she couldn't overcome two things no matter what she tried or how much she wanted it.
The first was her paralyzing fear of the dark. Adrienne could not sleep in the dark, could not go in to a dark hallway, could not go any place where she would be in a blackout for more than a second or she would hyperventilate and go to a fetal position out of panic. There were light sensors in all their homes, so she would always have lights on around her. The second was the dreams. They only compounded the fear of the dark since they were dominated by a dark hunter that could blend in to the shadows. He followed her everywhere, haunted her, stalked her the same way he did her mother and grandmother. Occasionally he would reach out for her and chuckle grimly but at the same time there was a twinge of guilt about resisting the hunter that she couldn't explain but ignored since she knew that if the hunter got her...
She didn't want to think about that. It was too scary to consider. Adding to her fear was the intensity of the dreams increasing. What was going to happen when the dark one caught her?
The rider continued his vigil alone and watched Dria as she rose from her slumber. A smile crossed his face when she saw a young boy about eight, sitting on a chair watching her. What was said he could guess based on her reaction. It was the same one he had when he got the job that he was currently cursed with. Those guys had a flair for direct but confusing answers.
Dria was shocked to see a kid in her apartment and checked the locks to see that they were still on, they were.
"Who are you and how did you get in here?" She screamed.
The boy just smiled and held up a hand.
"You are the siren. The call you make will wake the heroes from their slumber and remind them of their dreams. When the time is right you will know what to do."
"What the hell are you?" She replied somewhat calmer.
"I am a guide that will lead you to your destiny Dria Balley. You have a higher purpose than singing in small clubs for those that don't appreciate your true talents." The boy said without pausing or getting upset.
The only return Dria could give was a blank stare. How this boy knew her name was bothersome enough but a guide, her true talents, what did any of that mean.
"All will be clear in time. Till the moment that you were born for remember your dreams and think of those you see in them. You will know what to do. It has been branded on your soul."
"You mean they are not just dreams?"
The boy just smiled and got up. He approached her and laid one finger on her forehead. In a brief moment her dreams came to her and the boy just whispered, "They are more."
"They cannot be real," Dria gasped out.
"They are memories of a time long past. The siren must awaken the warriors. Time is short and your duty is known."
"I will do what I can." Dria replied half in and half out of awareness from the sudden sensations. When she regained them, the boy was gone leaving a thought in her head.
"It will be the right thing."
Right then she got inspired and started writing a song that just flowed from within her.
The boy was next to the rider again.
"Soon dark one, soon."
The rider remained silent and kept his eyes on the siren.
The waves called to him and the blond surf god didn't resist much to the joy of the gathered crowd. Steve 'dozer' Mendoza seemed to always get the best waves. That and he never wiped out. For an hour dozer put on a show moving wave to wave that just seemed to flow for the surf god. He made it look effortless while others who went out with him couldn't keep up. He just laughed as they fell one by one while the waves only got bigger. Eventually he rode back in to cheers of the gathered fans and other gawkers. He happily signed whatever was presented from surfboards to body parts.
He was a champion surfer with many titles to his name but it didn't go totally to his head. He had something of an ego and a stubborn streak but still he was grounded in some ways. Steve's home was a medium-sized RV, that was when he wasn't sleeping on the beach or throwing a party for fellow surfers. His feet were either on the ground or a surfboard and the regular flow of money came from a line of Dozer board builders. Granted he wasn't much of a business man but others handled that for him, as long as the money flowed in and he had a wave it was all good.
On this night he decided to have a beach party for the gathered crowd. A few calls and food had been delivered for them all while a bonfire was set on the beach. Anything to avoid the dreams. He saw a friend's betrayal and another attacking him accusing him of being the traitor. That big guy kept them apart. But he was not happy and when that dark guy took over, well. They came to him every night though and recently they had him waking in cold sweats. They were never that bad before, something was making them stronger. This night was no different.
Come the morning Dozer started driving since he refused to fly and the next challenge was in Texas, South Padre to be more precise. The waves weren't big enough to surf but that never stopped him before. Besides when he showed the waves came with him. There was more than waves waiting for him their though.
At that same time in Paris, Adrienne LeVeque was shopping. Well more accurately spending daddy's money since she didn't have to work. Adrienne was born with a platinum spoon in her mouth and loved every second of it. All her life it was either her and her rich friends lording over every one else or abusing the house staff. She got a new car every year for her birthday, never worthless than fifty grand and that was a cheap one. If she got upset at a staff member she would fire them. The word 'no' was not one she knew or heard very often.
The amount of money she would spend on a shopping trip could feed a small neighborhood for a month and she didn't care. Her theory was 'Si vous souhaitez être avec moi, devenir aussi riche que je suis' or 'if you want to be with me, become as rich as I am'. She believed that the world revolved around her and to an extent it did. She seemed to get her way all the time. It was not always because of her money but she could take situations and turn them to her advantage. Seemed that all she had to do was want it hard enough and it often happened. Very little was denied her but she couldn't overcome two things no matter what she tried or how much she wanted it.
The first was her paralyzing fear of the dark. Adrienne could not sleep in the dark, could not go in to a dark hallway, could not go any place where she would be in a blackout for more than a second or she would hyperventilate and go to a fetal position out of panic. There were light sensors in all their homes, so she would always have lights on around her. The second was the dreams. They only compounded the fear of the dark since they were dominated by a dark hunter that could blend in to the shadows. He followed her everywhere, haunted her, stalked her the same way he did her mother and grandmother. Occasionally he would reach out for her and chuckle grimly but at the same time there was a twinge of guilt about resisting the hunter that she couldn't explain but ignored since she knew that if the hunter got her...
She didn't want to think about that. It was too scary to consider. Adding to her fear was the intensity of the dreams increasing. What was going to happen when the dark one caught her?
The rider continued his vigil alone and watched Dria as she rose from her slumber. A smile crossed his face when she saw a young boy about eight, sitting on a chair watching her. What was said he could guess based on her reaction. It was the same one he had when he got the job that he was currently cursed with. Those guys had a flair for direct but confusing answers.
Dria was shocked to see a kid in her apartment and checked the locks to see that they were still on, they were.
"Who are you and how did you get in here?" She screamed.
The boy just smiled and held up a hand.
"You are the siren. The call you make will wake the heroes from their slumber and remind them of their dreams. When the time is right you will know what to do."
"What the hell are you?" She replied somewhat calmer.
"I am a guide that will lead you to your destiny Dria Balley. You have a higher purpose than singing in small clubs for those that don't appreciate your true talents." The boy said without pausing or getting upset.
The only return Dria could give was a blank stare. How this boy knew her name was bothersome enough but a guide, her true talents, what did any of that mean.
"All will be clear in time. Till the moment that you were born for remember your dreams and think of those you see in them. You will know what to do. It has been branded on your soul."
"You mean they are not just dreams?"
The boy just smiled and got up. He approached her and laid one finger on her forehead. In a brief moment her dreams came to her and the boy just whispered, "They are more."
"They cannot be real," Dria gasped out.
"They are memories of a time long past. The siren must awaken the warriors. Time is short and your duty is known."
"I will do what I can." Dria replied half in and half out of awareness from the sudden sensations. When she regained them, the boy was gone leaving a thought in her head.
"It will be the right thing."
Right then she got inspired and started writing a song that just flowed from within her.
The boy was next to the rider again.
"Soon dark one, soon."
The rider remained silent and kept his eyes on the siren.
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