The Archaic Chronicles of Dome-Wyrd

Chapter VI:  The Bubbling-Bogs. “So the Bubbling-Bogs eh?” Grimace called the swamps, the destinations the rumors have decidedly lead them to.  She came to a slow, tilting her body downwards as Manis hopped off. Springing his knees as dust puffed around him.  “I can take you as far as the path in the forest, just follow it, you won’t be able to miss the bogs. When you’re ready my dear, say my name! and you will find my shadow over you, no matter what I have to trample to get to you! Now! Run along, there’s a kingdom waiting for you!” She pauses with a bubbling cackle… “And Manis… lest you forget I’m always watching; They’ll never be able to stop you… just trust in me... trust in the darkness...follow it unto the sea of Oblivion…Follow destruction can only mean rebirth…” Her voice hums, vibrates, lulling Manis into a haze that paralyzes him and his visions begins to shake. Before Manis can readjust his vision, her ruby eyes glistening against the torches light, making them shine even br

   AN EXCERPT ; SUBJECT TO CHANGE The Fourth Kingdom Of Yore; The Lost King Of The Forgotten Dwarves. In the depths of the mountains over plains and hills, resided a mine worthy of history. Full of riches and ores, and a hearty race known as the dwarves.  No man or elf for that matter, was as heartfelt for their kin as the dwarves. They would fight to the death in the name of honor, and through their stone-like stubbornness a dwarf was never afraid to die for his brothers, and you could never convince them that it was anything other than honorable.  Deep within this mountain's caves, past all the muddy mazes of dark and wet tunnels. was the mine's grandiose entrance that stood stories high  fashioned in an impeccable pristine obsidian marble seemingly Crafted with the love of the mountain. From it's grand archway that stood at the entrance to the ancient mines. Stood two statues of the Garnetcrusher brother's. Myrddin has bright blue eyes, a bulbous prominen

Chapter V The Ripper & The Slasher. As time passes, boys can only grow, and like their passions will flourish, so will their demons and vices. The dreadful beasts that we always manage to  find in the most cataclysmic of moments. Manis & Grimace wandered the lands for a years’ time, even in the late hours under the moonless sky. Grimace would never let Manis sleep, when they would happen to find themselves in a safe haven for the dark hours. Grimace only instigated Manis, pushing him further amidst the glow of a camp fire, further away from reality. Picking his buttons, teasing him for losing Jaykob to the demanding claws of death, only fueling the fire that was beginning to grow wild. Grief, without a father, is a tragedy all on its own, Day-by-terrible-haunting-day that passed caused Manis’s mind to break more-and-more.  The longer time went on the longer Manis was being driven absolutely mad. Irrefutably mad. Eventually, Manis rambled to himself, having bouts of hysteria. Gr

Chapter IV Dome-Wyrd. Manis gasps as if he hasn’t been breathing, tumbling over in the sand inhaling and exhaling vigorously. Slamming his hands into the sand he props himself upward. Standing up he began to look around. The beach is just as it was, he can smell the salty air and hear the waves roll onto the damp shore. He cocked his head back and confirmed that he couldn’t see his village apart from the smoke. Which only meant he had been away for at least a day’s time.    Cocking his head back forward he saw the thick greenwood, and as the wind blew through the trees it began to creak. He scratched the back of his scraggly hair and started walking forward. He could not fathom why he knew he had to traverse beyond this eerie forest, he just knew. Something that lied dormant in the air, the feeling pulsed as it unknowingly guided him. Manis thought about his dream, he pondered until he perplexed his young mind. “It was just a dream from exhaustion wasn’t it?” “Although, it felt so real

Chapter III: Manis's Escape. Once Manis began running, he didn’t look back. He sprinted faster and faster, kicking up dirt and sand behind him, heaving from being out of shape, but none of that mattered as he dove into the stretching sea.  He paddled one arm in front of the other, thrashing for air every twenty-seconds, kicking his legs like a spastic dolphin. All that mattered was his survival, and Manis still couldn’t stop laughing. Every breath he took, poking his head out of the water as his paddles were graced and surrounded by monstrous cackles that only seemed to escalate. After what seemed like hours of swimming Manis’s strokes and kicks, halted to a minimum, to conserve his dwindling energy. He can make out an island miles ahead of him, barely able to make out the landscape as it is encased in a dreary mist with towering trees peering down on the sandy beach. There was much Manis couldn’t see but he can most definitely see a shore in the distance. And so he picked up his k