Entry #278

Dear Finder,

We're the only survivors left. We've wandered the endless caverns for months, and I've yet to find any other ones. The ember that burns solely within myself has ever so slowly died. Baleful feelings echo throughout the caves, crying out the wails of my people. I am only one of hundreds of thousands that used to exist. Now one of ten. My story has been marked throughout the Geolus's history, and will rippel on forever. We won't lose, not that we even have a choice.

Fifteen months ago, our civilization had burst into a rapidly growing kingdom. We stretched far under continents, marking the underground our territory. Nothing could stop us, our advance military system had thousands of motivated soldiers, prepared for war. I thought we had controlled everything below the land. I had only thought.

One month later, we had noticed small signs of intrusion. We thought it was minor earthquakes, but it only seemed to come from above. We were stubborn, and completely unaware that another race larger than ours was sleeping at our very heads. On the twenty-ninth of February hell rain loose.

I was a special Geolus. The other nine remaining with me were as well. We had extraordinary powers that set us aside from the other Geoluses. One being we each were gifted an immense power that gave us ruling over certain sectors. The North Sector was ruled by Gazaya. He was massive, the size of a monster. He was considered the God of War in our culture. For the reason of defeating a whole armana with one arm. The other ruler of the South Sector taking his arm, though losing his life in a duel against Gazaya. Under him was General Florence and Brigadier General Howard. They both were half brothers, and shared both a similar personality. They loved to kill their own kind. The rest of them I did not know, since I was raised in the North.

Though, I had no clue of my powers since I was a child. The other kids in my classes would call me weak and good for nothing. And for quite while I believed so. I hadn't figured out my powers until the fateful day. I remembered each second of it.

At two AM, a massive shock woke us all up. My eyes winced at the ceiling, as I tightly gripped onto the side of my bed. The ground above us was collapsing, and quickly. Major Issan quickly came to stance. With such force, I saw two pillars of gold erect from the ground. They smashed into each other all of a sudden, creating a field of energy pushing the rubble away from the area. It landed into the surf's homes. Or mine.

I lived alone, since my father and mother were unknown. The rubble raced into my small house landing on my arm. It snapped, pulling it all the way back to my arm. I screamed of agony, falling to my knees. My eyes shuttered of fear, that perhaps our time was coming to an end. Golden blood flowed onto the floor below me. I placed my finger in it and stared deeply into the menacing sight. Was this the end?

The Major, who did not have any natural powers, surged his gauntlet into the sky. A massive beam of golden energy roared through the air. Hundreds of skinny, pale-like creatures suddenly came out of the sky. They came with a ray of an eye-straining source of energy. It was so bright, I could barely look. The creatures came down with an object above them, allowing them to float down. With a weapon I have never seen, they sprayed shell-like objects at us. None of us moved, not aware of how much damage was to come.

Then, the first one was hit. The lady screeched, falling to the ground. The creature raced to the woman and dug his hands into her chest, pulling out her heart. They placed it inside of a square-like container, rushing towards the rest of us.

Sirens blew out, as I tripped to the safety tunnels. Screams and cries filled the areas. The creatures had buckets and began to collect our golden liquids. They had killed all of the officers, including General Issan.

They weren't here to visit. They were here to exterminate us.

Suddenly, my eyes met the eyes of the creature. I noticed them much better. Black hair fenced the top of his head, and with blood trickling down his forehead into his black eyes. His darkening stare crept my back. His gun pointed at my stomach, I didn't move an inch. He said something in a language I could not understand, shaking so suddenly. He wasn't pulling the trigger, and was perhaps scared to. I took the opportunity to run, but fell on a brethren's body.

The man shook his head, steadying his body. With the gun completely pointing at me now, he was definitely going to shoot.

"You were always so weak, Gilt." a voice said from behind the creature's body. A golden sword had pierced the heart of the creature, as their warm red blood fell out quickly.

"Gazaya..." I murmured. He turned his attention to the center of our city. The light gleaming down wasn't going to stop sending these beasts. We had to fight back.


Suddenly, my heart began to beat louder. My eyes widened, as I felt a boiling feeling in my chest. With a yell, my veins began to glow a bright yellow. Suddenly, a wave of energy blitzed out of my hands.

"Go, Gilt. Show that you have more potential than everyone else believed." he told me. In elementary, ten years ago, we didn't have much. Gazaya was my only friend, and was also poor. He was weak as well, we were both picked on. Our civilization had yet to gained much. Gazaya though, left me in the dust. He prevailed, growing stronger everyday. One day, the God Of Geolus announced who could kill him, would gain power like none else. Eventually Gazaya dueled the God Of Geolus, and was annihilated.. With the fatal blow, Gazaya surrendered. Though, nobody heard it but the God. When he turned around, Gazaya quickly stabbed him. A massive amount of energy poured out of the God, and was sent to ten people. I was certain now, that I was one of those ten.

The energy around my arm was talking to me. It was the voice of my father... I was almost certain.

The golden power erupted into a massive wing, allowing me to take flight. The energy around me was mixed with my gold, creating a furiously burning flame-like object. I could barely contain the strength that dwelled within me.

This was the power of the God Of Geolus.

That day, our civilization was fort percent wiped out. The following week, eighty percent. By fourteen months, there was only ten left. When I finally had met the leader of the race that called themselves, "humans", he had told me one thing.

Veni vedi vici

                                                                                                                                                   Sincerely, Gilt.


Story written by pentakill.



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