Leaders. No one really thought about them anymore. The village had been quite until the storm came. Children played, workers worked, life continued on. Then the storms from the east came, at first a blessing of rain for the parched crops, clouds soon hovered over the mountain where the Admins resided. The village, once a year, sent their brightest and boldest to the mountain to train under the Admins and Mods in hopes that they would bring back some laws for the villages to abide by. The rains had come, and after the rain always came the monsters. Before, and not too long ago, the monsters where fought off by the Mods. Before the East Storms the Mods had always been there to protect and administer punishment for disobeying the Admins. There where no more protectors as the Shadow of the East poured over the land covering it with darkness, but there where still heroes.
Sage looked into the fire before her, slowly turning the spit to roast the rodents she had caught. Crash rubbed his forehead, a dark blotch of red on the white bandages that covered his head.
" I still don't understand why Shadow would turn on us all like that." He rubbed his arms as pain rippled across his shoulders, "Or how I lost, I'm a Mod!" It wasn't even an epic style battle. Epic battles had rules, had scrips. What Crash had fought on the mountain was nothing more then a massacre. If Sage hadn't of shown up when she did... The monsters had leaped from Shadow's very finger tips, at his beck and call. Sage just shrugged as the rodents crackled over the fire.
"So it has been written." she said, igniting a stick to light her cigarette. Crash scowled as he stared the woman down. She was about 34, six foot something, a long black trench coat covering a Green shirt and black pants. She wore combat boots, her sword sheathed away next to her. He noted that her hair from the nape of her neck down was in a long braid that reached the ground, a crimson red. Though the hair on her scalp was brown. Sage's amber eyes flashed as she took in another deep breath of smoke, letting it burst out as Crash examined her.
"You don't know why your looking at me like that, do you?" The red cherry of the cigarette lit her face in the darkness, casting shadows on her face. "It is because no one reading this knows what I look like. They know how you look though." She brought a finger down her right eye, the scar showing angerly in the fire light. "and you where about to ask about this?" her hand grazed her left cheek, just across her face another newer scar was there, "or this?" she lifted her left pant leg, exposing a prosthetic leg from the middle of her thigh down, "I doubt this though. To make a long story short they are from my family." Crash blinked a few times, digesting this information.
"What does any of that have to do with what is happening right now?" he demanded as Sage tossed him a roasted rodent.
"Continuity mostly. She knows that they know what you look like but since they don't know me I might just look like her to them."
"Your not making any sense woman!" Crash hissed, taking a bite out of his rodent.
"The story. This story. That is what it is all about, that is what I've been trying to tell you! You must get to the end of this story!" She tossed another rodent at him, digging into her own. "Now eat up and shut up."
It had almost been to easy. That surprise attack shouldn't have gone so well. Shadow looked around the audience room where the three Admins seats stood. They where empty but not by Shadow's hand. The Admins had fled after the second Wave of the Monster Army had broken into the castle. There was no sign of them to be found and that perturbed Shadow to no end. A few guards of little note had stood in his way but they where dealt with, their blood painting the walls with a bloody decor. Shadow flared his robes and took a seat in the middle Admin chair, the power echoing into his bones, his eyes flicked across the audience room, checking every corner for some sort of activity. The Monster Hord where gibbering away. Their speech impeded only by their tongues that wallowed about their mouths like worms on a side walk after a short rain. Their language, although horrendous in sound, was understandable. Shadow raised his hands for silence which the monsters obeyed like dogs. His smile slipped out over his face as his hand clenched into a fist. The monsters roared their approval as they fled out the door to do their masters bidding.
"All is well, My Pet?" Shadow asked a figure that had appeared behind him.
"I bring bad news, My master." the figure slipped into the light, what little light there was now on the dark mountain, and kneel before Shadow. " The Mod Crash was rescued by one of the Mindspawn."
Shadow's face twitched, but he did not lose his composure.
"Do you know how to deal with this particular Spawn, My Pet?"
"She will be no trouble, My Master. She has several weaknesses and can be distracted with combat." The figure stood, black wings touching the floor.
"See to it my pet." Shadow waved his hand. Ducky bowed again and took off again into the air. Shadow moved into a more comfortable position on the chair and waited.
"What took you so long?" Demanded DJ as the Admins rested in The Keepers lounge. "We asked you for this story and it takes you months to continue?"
The Keeper's neon face was not switched on as she slowly turned from the book before her.
"I know. My lords patience with me is beyond all that could compare. I promise that I will write more then you can handle." She turned back to the book and waved a hand over her head. A tray of food appeared before the Admins and several game consoles with games appeared on the floor. "Now please let me work for you."
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