Over Growth Fanfiction: The Divide
Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 1:37 pm
Hi guys! This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction for anything so I’m going to try to make the chapters shorter (because while writing I sometimes go a little overboard). Enjoy! (By the way there will be small amounts of cussing where appropriate but nothing excessive)
Chapter 1
Journey was just a pack omega. He was young and ready to take the world by the neck but he was stupid… not stupid as in dimwitted, but rather, inexperienced and overconfident. Challenging the Alpha wolf may not have been the wisest decision as a young male. Right about now he was thinking it might as well have been a death sentence. He had lost… thoroughly. His shoulder was dislocated, he was bleeding from at least ten different gashes in his chest and abdominal fur, and he was alone... now without a pack. The Alpha male, Ferix, had only let him live so that he could feel the pain of being alone whilst slowly dying from starvation. His wounds would heal but not quickly enough to do him any good. Journey was a dead wolf walking and he knew it.
“Well, at least I made it out of the Pack lands” he said in a low exhausted voice as he looked up to stare at the immense sea of grass before him. He looked up and watched the vultures circling overhead waiting for him to die. Slowly, Journey stood and started walking into the endless field just as the sun was dipping below the horizon.
Chapter 2
When morning finally came Journey discovered something… that he was wrong, he defiantly wasn’t going to die of starvation. He was going to bleed out instead. He could already feel the loss of blood affecting his balance and progress. Although he didn’t quite know how far he had come, whenever he looked back he could see the path he had taken marked with blood. He could no longer see the forest that had been his home sense he was just a pup. It was probably better that way… he didn’t want to look at the place that had forsaken him. That’s not fair he thought to himself, I did this to myself. There no blame can be put upon their shoulders for my mistakes. Right as the sun hit the center of the sky Journey fell, unable to walk any further. With a sickening crack he landed on his dislocated shoulder and it snapped back into place. Journey had never experienced such pain in his entire life. The worst part was he was too exhausted to scream and all that escaped his mouth was the breath that he had taken before he fell. He laid there in pain for a few seconds staring at the sky and watching the vultures circling his soon to be corpse.
“Son of a bitch that hurt” he mumbled to himself. The last thing he saw was the slow decent of the vultures to the small hill that would be his final resting place.
Chapter 3
Lucky was an energetic rabbit. As fearless as he was enthusiastic about almost everything. At 2 and a half years old he was by far one of the most skilled students in his defense course, which was required to be taught to all of the young rabbits in the village. He learned so fast that he was even able to take some of the more advanced courses in self aid and survival, the knowledge from which he used every day when he went to gather wild roots and tubers to supplement his own diet. At an early age Lucky actually wasn’t considered to be very lucky. His father was a wandering nomad whom had left his mother shortly after she gave birth and about 2 months after his father’s disappearance his mother succumbed to an unknown disease along with 4 other rabbits in the village. Ever sense that day Lucky was on his own… no help was ever offered to him and with no other family that he knew of he became self-reliant. Due to this however, he never made any friends and he became generally anti-social. He gave back to the community, did his job, and studied hard. He contributed all of his successes in life to hard work and dedication. His life had been a living hell but goddammit he’d make the best of it! He looked toward the setting sun and walked toward his house past one of the town guards dutifully holding his spear.
“As always, if anyone attacks tonight I’ll help fight them off” he said to the guard with a grin on his face.
“Just go to bed Lucky. The guards can protect the town.” The guard replied. Lucky entered his house and locked the door behind him. Maybe one day I’ll get a chance to prove that I can fight more than just my classmates.
Chapter 4
When the sun came up the next morning Lucky was already up. The same guard from the previous night walked up to him, “What are you doing now Lucky?” he said with a questioning look on his face.
“I’m going out for the day” He replied, “figured I’d need at least the bare essentials. You know water, rope, a sandwi…”
“Aren’t you going to miss classes if you head out for the day?” the guard asked.
“Well, yes I suppose but I do well enough to miss one class wouldn’t you think?” Lucky said with a frown.
“I suppose so” came the reply, “but here if you’re going out for the day you might need this”. Lucky looked up to see the hilt of a dagger a few inches from his face. He carefully took the dagger and its sheath and tied it around his waist.
“Thank you” he said looking at the guard with sincere eyes. He paused, “Even though I see you every day I still don’t know your name.”
The guard looked at him and chuckled, “My names Henry nice of you to finally ask.”
After saying goodbye to Henry, Lucky set off through the rolling hills enjoying bouncing up and down, doing flips and generally practicing his acrobatics. He spotted and gathered a few edible plants as well as a few medicinal ones that he could sell back at the village. See this hasn’t been a waste of time! I’ve already made a profit. he was in the middle of harvesting some fresh blueberries went he noticed a few vultures slowly coming down towards him. He was confused… he certainly wasn’t dead. When he looked down his heart stopped. Lying about ten feet from him face up was a very large wolf.
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Let me know if you guys like the story and ill be more inclined to take more time to write it! (because it is by no means finished)
Chapter 1
Journey was just a pack omega. He was young and ready to take the world by the neck but he was stupid… not stupid as in dimwitted, but rather, inexperienced and overconfident. Challenging the Alpha wolf may not have been the wisest decision as a young male. Right about now he was thinking it might as well have been a death sentence. He had lost… thoroughly. His shoulder was dislocated, he was bleeding from at least ten different gashes in his chest and abdominal fur, and he was alone... now without a pack. The Alpha male, Ferix, had only let him live so that he could feel the pain of being alone whilst slowly dying from starvation. His wounds would heal but not quickly enough to do him any good. Journey was a dead wolf walking and he knew it.
“Well, at least I made it out of the Pack lands” he said in a low exhausted voice as he looked up to stare at the immense sea of grass before him. He looked up and watched the vultures circling overhead waiting for him to die. Slowly, Journey stood and started walking into the endless field just as the sun was dipping below the horizon.
Chapter 2
When morning finally came Journey discovered something… that he was wrong, he defiantly wasn’t going to die of starvation. He was going to bleed out instead. He could already feel the loss of blood affecting his balance and progress. Although he didn’t quite know how far he had come, whenever he looked back he could see the path he had taken marked with blood. He could no longer see the forest that had been his home sense he was just a pup. It was probably better that way… he didn’t want to look at the place that had forsaken him. That’s not fair he thought to himself, I did this to myself. There no blame can be put upon their shoulders for my mistakes. Right as the sun hit the center of the sky Journey fell, unable to walk any further. With a sickening crack he landed on his dislocated shoulder and it snapped back into place. Journey had never experienced such pain in his entire life. The worst part was he was too exhausted to scream and all that escaped his mouth was the breath that he had taken before he fell. He laid there in pain for a few seconds staring at the sky and watching the vultures circling his soon to be corpse.
“Son of a bitch that hurt” he mumbled to himself. The last thing he saw was the slow decent of the vultures to the small hill that would be his final resting place.
Chapter 3
Lucky was an energetic rabbit. As fearless as he was enthusiastic about almost everything. At 2 and a half years old he was by far one of the most skilled students in his defense course, which was required to be taught to all of the young rabbits in the village. He learned so fast that he was even able to take some of the more advanced courses in self aid and survival, the knowledge from which he used every day when he went to gather wild roots and tubers to supplement his own diet. At an early age Lucky actually wasn’t considered to be very lucky. His father was a wandering nomad whom had left his mother shortly after she gave birth and about 2 months after his father’s disappearance his mother succumbed to an unknown disease along with 4 other rabbits in the village. Ever sense that day Lucky was on his own… no help was ever offered to him and with no other family that he knew of he became self-reliant. Due to this however, he never made any friends and he became generally anti-social. He gave back to the community, did his job, and studied hard. He contributed all of his successes in life to hard work and dedication. His life had been a living hell but goddammit he’d make the best of it! He looked toward the setting sun and walked toward his house past one of the town guards dutifully holding his spear.
“As always, if anyone attacks tonight I’ll help fight them off” he said to the guard with a grin on his face.
“Just go to bed Lucky. The guards can protect the town.” The guard replied. Lucky entered his house and locked the door behind him. Maybe one day I’ll get a chance to prove that I can fight more than just my classmates.
Chapter 4
When the sun came up the next morning Lucky was already up. The same guard from the previous night walked up to him, “What are you doing now Lucky?” he said with a questioning look on his face.
“I’m going out for the day” He replied, “figured I’d need at least the bare essentials. You know water, rope, a sandwi…”
“Aren’t you going to miss classes if you head out for the day?” the guard asked.
“Well, yes I suppose but I do well enough to miss one class wouldn’t you think?” Lucky said with a frown.
“I suppose so” came the reply, “but here if you’re going out for the day you might need this”. Lucky looked up to see the hilt of a dagger a few inches from his face. He carefully took the dagger and its sheath and tied it around his waist.
“Thank you” he said looking at the guard with sincere eyes. He paused, “Even though I see you every day I still don’t know your name.”
The guard looked at him and chuckled, “My names Henry nice of you to finally ask.”
After saying goodbye to Henry, Lucky set off through the rolling hills enjoying bouncing up and down, doing flips and generally practicing his acrobatics. He spotted and gathered a few edible plants as well as a few medicinal ones that he could sell back at the village. See this hasn’t been a waste of time! I’ve already made a profit. he was in the middle of harvesting some fresh blueberries went he noticed a few vultures slowly coming down towards him. He was confused… he certainly wasn’t dead. When he looked down his heart stopped. Lying about ten feet from him face up was a very large wolf.
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Let me know if you guys like the story and ill be more inclined to take more time to write it! (because it is by no means finished)