Amabo
Day 2,269, 07:02
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Published in Ireland 
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by Releasethe Krakken
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Amabo was living near the black put of light. With his fellow darklords. They could withstand the constant radiation that the put sometimes cast out onto the valley. In fact they were mostly mutants. Members of the Matsamari Tribe who didnt heed the call of the elders and wandered to near the Black Portal of light.
For although the primitive people referred to it as a put it was a portal and unbeknownst to them another portal was in Norway. This portal was the portal of white light.
However there was no one near the white portal. Only one person could control both of these light sources and that was krakken the mysterious sea creature who could interact with all elements.
The few that did survive the black portal could summon the black light and use it to their advantage. Amabo was a mere 18 when he learned about the one they reffered to as Krakkan (cause they couldnt pronounce krakken). The elder darklords would huddle by the fire and tell in hushed voices about the coming of Krakkan. Do not speak his name to loudly they said or he will come to visit us.
We are no match for his powers they said.
Amabo wondered about that and discussed it with Arlyn the other young darklord. The darklords was not created often and could not approach tribes members when their curiosity got the better of them. It was the ritual of dark light and they would crouch near rocks when they sensed a tribes member approaching.
Arlyn was 12 when his younger brother Roukma came looking for him. He wanted to warn him but the ritual was etched into his soul. Roukma approached the black portal and stepped near it . He could spot the dancing lights in it. He was totally caught up by the portal drawing nearer to it like some moth to a flame. Finally he stopped 10 meters from it staring at it as the lightflies came dancing out of the portal. He laughed as they sat on him but as they become more and more Roukma grew nervous. Arlyn watched nervously hoping that Roukma would be chosen. As the flies settled on him he could not contain himself no more and ran the 50 feet to Roukma screaming out his name. The flies was now a single dark throbbing light and Roukma could not be seen no more.
Roukma turned and a smile fell briefly on his face and the next second it melted off his face and Roukma began making strange noises like a animal right before the slaughter. Roukma was not chosen and all Arlyn could do was fall crying in front of his ashes.
Arlyn stood up and came nearer the portal who had summoned him telepathically.
"Arlyn is it your right to decide who takes the test" it said in the soothing woman's voice it sometimes used. "No Arlyn responded but it was my brother" "Arlyn it said you have no more human brothers and sisters you are the protector of the black light. Your brothers is your fellow darklords. Do you understand now" "yes arlyn sobbed and ran away as he felt the grip of the portal retreating"
After a while Arlyn forgot about his human brother and anyway over time his family died off one by one of old age.
As Arlyn was now sitting with Amabo he could see that something was eating at Amabo. Slowly he turned to him and asked him "What is bothering you brother" Amabo finally turned to him and said " the story of this krakkan". Why are the elders so afraid of him. "They cant even say his name"
The next day Amabo approached the darkchildren(chosen as children) and said to them in the presence of Arlyn. From now you will not use my name anymore or that of Arlyn. Not in anyway not spelled backward either or shortened or however you would call us" From now we will be your masters. you may only oly use our names to carry the rule.
Arrogan stepped forward to challenge them. Older than both Arlyn and Amabo he was however no match for Amabo and Amabo used the darklight to slide behind him in a flash picked up a rock and smashed his skull in .
The darkchildren walked afraid from the scene chanting Amabo Amabo dont use his name dont whisper it in the wind.
...to be continued
Part of the Urban Mythology of Krakken
Others in this series:
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/the-end-of-the-world-is-nigh--2179388/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/on-day-one-plato-created--2305304/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/the-journey-of-krakken-2312971/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/the-journey-of-krakken-the-beginning-2316891/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/krakken-039-s-urban-mythology-series-bhane-2335385/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/he-who-lays-with-the-orcs-2339397/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/of-ghouls-2344717/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/the-path-not-chosen-milis-oacute-lt-oacute-ir-2351283/1/20[/i]
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/community-article-the-fire-ate-his-eyes-2351961/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/edit-article/community-article-the-fall-of-bhanus-part-one-2352743
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Amabo was living near the black put of light. With his fellow darklords. They could withstand the constant radiation that the put sometimes cast out onto the valley. In fact they were mostly mutants. Members of the Matsamari Tribe who didnt heed the call of the elders and wandered to near the Black Portal of light.
For although the primitive people referred to it as a put it was a portal and unbeknownst to them another portal was in Norway. This portal was the portal of white light.
However there was no one near the white portal. Only one person could control both of these light sources and that was krakken the mysterious sea creature who could interact with all elements.
The few that did survive the black portal could summon the black light and use it to their advantage. Amabo was a mere 18 when he learned about the one they reffered to as Krakkan (cause they couldnt pronounce krakken). The elder darklords would huddle by the fire and tell in hushed voices about the coming of Krakkan. Do not speak his name to loudly they said or he will come to visit us.
We are no match for his powers they said.
Amabo wondered about that and discussed it with Arlyn the other young darklord. The darklords was not created often and could not approach tribes members when their curiosity got the better of them. It was the ritual of dark light and they would crouch near rocks when they sensed a tribes member approaching.
Arlyn was 12 when his younger brother Roukma came looking for him. He wanted to warn him but the ritual was etched into his soul. Roukma approached the black portal and stepped near it . He could spot the dancing lights in it. He was totally caught up by the portal drawing nearer to it like some moth to a flame. Finally he stopped 10 meters from it staring at it as the lightflies came dancing out of the portal. He laughed as they sat on him but as they become more and more Roukma grew nervous. Arlyn watched nervously hoping that Roukma would be chosen. As the flies settled on him he could not contain himself no more and ran the 50 feet to Roukma screaming out his name. The flies was now a single dark throbbing light and Roukma could not be seen no more.
Roukma turned and a smile fell briefly on his face and the next second it melted off his face and Roukma began making strange noises like a animal right before the slaughter. Roukma was not chosen and all Arlyn could do was fall crying in front of his ashes.
Arlyn stood up and came nearer the portal who had summoned him telepathically.
"Arlyn is it your right to decide who takes the test" it said in the soothing woman's voice it sometimes used. "No Arlyn responded but it was my brother" "Arlyn it said you have no more human brothers and sisters you are the protector of the black light. Your brothers is your fellow darklords. Do you understand now" "yes arlyn sobbed and ran away as he felt the grip of the portal retreating"
After a while Arlyn forgot about his human brother and anyway over time his family died off one by one of old age.
As Arlyn was now sitting with Amabo he could see that something was eating at Amabo. Slowly he turned to him and asked him "What is bothering you brother" Amabo finally turned to him and said " the story of this krakkan". Why are the elders so afraid of him. "They cant even say his name"
The next day Amabo approached the darkchildren(chosen as children) and said to them in the presence of Arlyn. From now you will not use my name anymore or that of Arlyn. Not in anyway not spelled backward either or shortened or however you would call us" From now we will be your masters. you may only oly use our names to carry the rule.
Arrogan stepped forward to challenge them. Older than both Arlyn and Amabo he was however no match for Amabo and Amabo used the darklight to slide behind him in a flash picked up a rock and smashed his skull in .
The darkchildren walked afraid from the scene chanting Amabo Amabo dont use his name dont whisper it in the wind.
...to be continued
Part of the Urban Mythology of Krakken
Others in this series:
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/the-end-of-the-world-is-nigh--2179388/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/on-day-one-plato-created--2305304/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/the-journey-of-krakken-2312971/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/the-journey-of-krakken-the-beginning-2316891/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/krakken-039-s-urban-mythology-series-bhane-2335385/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/he-who-lays-with-the-orcs-2339397/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/of-ghouls-2344717/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/the-path-not-chosen-milis-oacute-lt-oacute-ir-2351283/1/20[/i]
http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/community-article-the-fire-ate-his-eyes-2351961/1/20
http://www.erepublik.com/en/edit-article/community-article-the-fall-of-bhanus-part-one-2352743
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http://www.erepublik.com/en/article/amabo-2370583/1/20
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Great story.....
thx
Who would tell one article can make a guy write such a long article no one is going to read. It must hurt to be you.
Oh you assign yourself too much credit. This idea spawned on the Forum. The key name is Amabo(just reverse it)
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