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Dante and the island of Albathory
By Steven M Dare
Thursday, July 19, 2007

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This is a horror/sci-fi
i would love feedback on this story and i am thinking about making it longer for a full book,
so far i have had no ideas but i will get back to it and read my latest story

“This is the safest ship in the waters, this is Tom my first mate and my name is jack and I am the captain of this here ship” later on the ship the captain asked why we they were going to this unmarked place so Jane sat down beside him and told him the story.
2 weeks ago my brother Steve got married to a women named Rebbecca as they were on there way on honeymoon to Hawaii they lost contact with the air traffic controllers and they heard screams that sounded like them so they traced the tracking box and gave me these co-ordinates but told me not to go by plane as there was some kind of bad wind that is very dangerous so I am hoping you can get me there and help me get my brother and new sister back Jane heard rumors about this place there is supposed to be ‘a legendary creature’ that lives within the trees the island of Albathory they called it, ROOOOCKS was shouted from the look out post with haste jack steered as best he could to avoid the rock but the wind and waves were to strong for his ship , as they are pushed and pull through the dangers of the ocean hitting rock after rock the ship suddenly shot down under water as if it was pulled. Most died in this tragic and unusual crash only Jane, Tom and jack survived, they laid waiting on the beach hoping somebody will come to there aid.

After waiting for only 30 minuets they found a native man wondering out from the forest.
"Hello, can you help us ...there was a crash" Jane called out to the native,
There was no reply except from the moans and grunts he made
"Are .......are you ok, we need your help, were is you village?"
Still only grunts steered through his mouth.
"WHAT WAS THAT!" tom shouted in panic as he looked in the trees behind,
"What did you see? There’s nothing in there now pull yourself together!" Jack replied
They turn back to the forest exit to see the native had disappeared!

After waiting moments more they decide to go looking for his village through the forest when the noticed the native hitting his head against the ship doors, Jane told him with deep sympathy there’s nobody left alive in there but there was no active changing from this mysterious man
*lady screams*
Where did that come from? I don’t like it here Jane stated
Tom tries to comfort her telling her nothing will hurt her when he is around
They turnt back to the ship door and the man was gone again!
"Jane ....................Jane are you ok ..... Jane!" tom is scared as he looked at Jane
Jane’s face was a pale as bone and eyes as black as coal
*mysterious voice*
Leave Jane, go into the forest!
*Jane falls to the ground then the darkness leaves her gaze as eyelids opening*
Out of nowhere the native was back and he ripped the flesh of jack’s throat like paper!
"INTO THE FORREST RUN!" Jane falsies herself of the floor and made her way the towards the tree with haste!
Jack follows at a slow past when he notices and wonders why the attacker was just watching him run.
A horrible dirty odder blew past there nozzles it was then when they turnt to the source of this bad stench and saw
Within the trees a man similar to the native that had just attacked them at a quick theory they headed up high in the trees to stay discreet,
Crawling across the trees silently, a branch cracks beneath them.
They have been heard! Within seconds the native jumped from the tree steam and were steaming towards the frightens group,
with no time for questions Jane, tom and jack stood and with a leap of faith started to run across the branches when jack slipped and fell only catching a branch with one hand, tom and Jane dived to there knees to grab him and attempted to aid him back up in the trees, the islander grabs his leg from beneath him and pulls but reliseing he is overpowered he sorts to get a small snack instead, he pulls a knife from his roped belt and battled jacks bone as he tore his leg from his body then ran to enjoy his meal,
meanwhile jack knows his condition is fatal the huge blood loss and infected he will catch will kill him before they reach safety and he will only be a weight on his surviving groups shoulders, he laid down and told tom his last words "tom, you are in charge get Jane to safety and I will buy you a drink when next we meet ............................." jack took his last breath as the headhunter appeared beneath him as he died he gave the final order to his first mate “use me to delay him and run” with a tear they ceased there only hope of survival they pushed the corpse of jack of the branches and into the clutches of the cannibals then ran.
Moments later they found a village but it was deserted, blocking the suns gaze there was an abandoned churched it was the only thing in the village still in one piece.
Tom and Jane entered the church and under the crucifix there was a man talking but there was nobody else about.
Jane felt a sudden feel of safety and comfort in this holy place so she slowly approached this man calling her brothers name “Steve …Steve is that you?” There was no answer; the man continues muttering to nothing. As Jane and tom got closer the lonely man sat still shouting “why….why did you come here, now I must watch you die too!” Jane feel to her knees knowing he meant her new sister as they both sit weeping speaks to Rebbecca as if she was still here! Trying not to upset her brother more she told him that she cannot hear him she then turnt her head to were Steve was talking towards and saw the rotted carcass of Rebecca’s head manually made to smile! With terry and insanity in her eyes Steve whispered “you will always be beautiful to me … I will see you soon”

After hours had gone by Jane heard the same voice she had heard earlier
Seek out Dante he will aid you in your quest for survival he is the last of his kind ... the last of the primeviak's
Jane thought to herself who is this, what is a primeviak? Unexpected she had a reply from this voice
‘The primeviak's were creatures that once lived in harmony with the dragons and watched over man to protected them from corruption of there souls, high in the own pride they protected the land from bugs and other pests, never hurting them! They would make them tools to keep other bugs from infesting there land and thus the spider was born! over centuries the primeviaks life force faded as they needed the others of there species to be healthy they also needed the bond between man and primeviak with only true belief could withhold there strength, when people needed them more there race would grow greater in number and in power they were made from hopes and prays, they were as powerful as there followers mind made them. as man turnt to worship a being names Jesus they forgot about the primeviaks so as time went on they got weaker and weaker until they ceased to exist only one remained, Dante the last of the primeviaks lived on a hidden island were the last of his true believers stayed with him, none of his followers have seen this fable creature but all know of his existence as signs and miracles have happened were Dante’s mark would lay! The cult now thought Dante was evil due to the corrupted souls he would save and forgive hoping to change them, the villagers that lived with him sort to make him proud of them so darkness grew among them and as the believes grew in the villagers eyes the evil grew in Dante still able to fight his good side he battled himself for decades but there belief got so powerful that Dante’s evil side became stronger that his races could ever have become!
in fear of becoming one with the dark forces he gave up helping his followers hoping they would stop believing in him causing him to leave this plane with the rest of his race, Dante lies in this island and awaits his fate but the strength in him is still to strong for man to fight so approach with caution for he is your last hope of leaving the place
Only those with the physic skills may hear my voice and only that will call Dante to you……………’

“Jane wake up what’s wrong with you, it looked like you were possessed or something”
Returning again to her active mind she suggested they leave to seek out this Dante, as they take there leave to search for this Dante creature tom and Steve follows Jane but not really believing of the one hope they seek. Silently sneaking through the trees they see a dock in the near distance so they head towards it when they see it has been overran with these tribesmen they sit and wait among the trees hoping they would leave, horror struck there hearts as there dark dirt encrusted skinned with black cornrow platted hair and small sharpened teeth like tiny needles probably used to kill there victims. 15 minutes had pasted tom is now feeling sick form the sight of a group of these murders sharpening there long curved nail like claws and re tighten there cut up feet in old rags make from the very shirts of those they had killed. Rage boiled in Tom’s eyes as jack’s killer entered the group drowned in the blood of his former captain unable to control his anger he snatched a thick branch from the ground and charged towards the headhunters
One swing into jack’s murder exploding his head in blood then as the other tribesmen came for vengeance on the fallen villager tom swung away taking the lives of all that approached him! No matter how many he killed there was always more than he could see now seeing he was surrounded of these terrifying natives he fell to he knees as a women was heard screaming as one of the fallen headhunters had got back up and seen tom and Steve with a struggle they were brought to the centre of the group to die with tom. Tom and Steve stood cursing Jane stayed silent with a busy mind
“Please help us, we will die and you can help I know you can there is still good in you”

In a blast of dust in the air and a earth shattering roar an amorous jet black lion like creature with bone scale wings leaped from a the cliffs crashing beside Jane and her disbelieving friends from his blood red horned skull came a voice so powerful “IN THE NAME OF DANTE LEAVE THIS PLACE AND DO NOT HARM THESE PEOPLE” with confusion and terror in there eyes the natives fled away. Knowing the evil has incredible power over his mind he told Jane of scriptures he had kept to grant power over the primeviaks if needed this would repel the evil of Dante from whom that wears these markings he pumps his huge wings and flies into the mist with a word of caution to this journey “the undersea devil Serpantal rules the waters around this area waiting for me to die so he can claim his power and islands of believers”
With Dante gone Jane, tom and Steve are in to much danger to build a ship powerful enough to make the trip back home so they take there leave for the scriptures across the dangers of the sea god’s ocean with tom at the steering of a small boat they found at the docks they battle the waves and wrath of the devils distractions until they reach a cave with a marking on the wall ‘beyond this point are the Trials Of Bemorik only those who are true in heart and strong in battle can gain the scriptures’
Slowly they enter the cave and are confronted by a beast foul in breath and thick in armor wielding the mightiest claws in fiction and in facts. With the survival instincts and battle skills Steve had gain during his stay on the island he walked into the arena with this beast blinding him to his right was a sword made from the scales of dragon and the refined form of primeviaks ancestors, grasping the weapon a voice forms from the blade “I am the blade of Nacros I was created by the willing and bond of primeviak and dragon alike use me only in a good cause”
Clutching this blade he battled the beast, long and hard he fought then with a slash of the creature’s claws the new wielder of the sword was struck down, winning the fight the beast turnt to Jane and Tom to drag in the next challenger when through his scaled plates of armor cam the blade of Nacros ending the life of the first trial.
They arrive at a room with stone door at the other side marked carvings of an ancient language as Tom and Steve await puzzled o option for what is need in this room Jane took a knee in front of the stone door and prayed for a way to help Dante return to his good state.
Hours went by and Jane still prayed repeating the same request, suddenly the carving shined brightly and the door opened behind it was a circle which Jane without a thought placed her hand inside doing this put the carvings around the room onto the backs of Jane, Tom and Steve. Back in the boat they made there way back to the island docks were Dante had returned to protect them now they were safe from him.

Weeks went past as they built this ship all day and night with the aid of there new fable protector then finally it was finished and they were ready to sale back home.
With a banner saying ‘Dante the last of the primeviaks’ they sailed of thinking of Dante's power. When they finally returned home they told all of there story and old legends of the primeviaks were researched and the virtuous strength of Dante was restored and slowly the primeviaks were reborn.


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