Fiction:Chronicle of Ire

"The annals of history have long been lost, sunken to the depths of the void without hope of return. However, just because memory fails to recollect the who, the how, and the where, does not mean that the memoirs and remnants they left behind does not provide insight. Indeed, men can be immortalized in other ways aside from attaining godhood - leaving their legacy for others to wander upon."

- Unknown

Lambs of the Gods
Upon a distant world, far outside the realm of commercialism and industry yet surrounded by multiple blockades of weaponized fleets and militarized solar systems, life flourished in ignorance of what was going on beyond the protective wall. War and catastrophe had not touched this world, leaving it pure and thriving with little threat of collapse or subjugation, as it was defended valiantly both within and without. Its sun shined brightly over one of its larger continents, which was swallowed, like the rest of the world, in colossal forests and jungles. The residents of this world, simple and docile sapients, tended to the flora that they synchronized with, sharing a biological and almost spiritual connection. Within the central forests, something stirred, something not native to this world.

From the shrubbery and undergrowth of the forest, a pair of creatures, somewhat smaller than those peaceful natives of this world, watched their surroundings, hidden from sight. These creatures possessed vast biological differences by comparison to the natives, of which their kind called them, yet they felt a sense of familiarity around them. They were, after all, creations of their race. The. One of the Kormacvar turned to the other and spoke quietly, leaning towards his companion so that he would not have to raise his voice and risk detection to speak.


 * Kholduinatus - It's been ten minutes, you'd think they would have found us by now. Or we're just that good.
 * Tsarkhuilaius - We're that good. Definitely.
 * Kholduinatus - Hehe, for a race of gardeners, they're sure not very clever. After all, I could find you in a second.
 * Tsarkhuilaius - No way! You'd never find me even if I hid on plain sight!
 * Kholduinatus - Oh yeah? Do you wanna bet on that, small-horns?
 * Tsarkhuilaius - I bet all of my lunch, fat tail!
 * Kholduinatus - Who you calling fat tail, fat tail?!

As the young Kormacvar Kholduinatus raised his voice, the two of them were oblivious to one of the larger Alvino that loomed over them, Only seconds after having noticed the shadow of the Alvino did Kholduinatus look upwards, and meeting eye-to-eye with the gardener. It reached out its arms and aimed for one of the Kormacvar, specifically Kholduinatus, and wrapped its hands around him, pulling him into a hug while the other was let free. Kholduinatus gasped as he was let free. Kholduinatus gasped as he was caught and grumbled to himself as he was stuck in the Alvino's gentle embrace, looking at the ground in embarassment.


 * Alvino - Found yoooou!
 * Tsarkhuilaius - ''Now look what you did.
 * Kholduinatus - N-Not my f-fault! You made me yell.
 * Tsarkhuilaius - Well, I bet you can't find me now!

Tsarkhuilaius turned around and ran, laughing as he did. Kholduinatus watched as his companion ran deeper into the forests and was allowed freedom by the Alvino that had caught him, allowing him to run after Tsarkhuilaius eagerly as he laughed. The two of them had managed to recognize and familiarize themselves with the forests of this world, as they had been here long enough under the care of the Alvino to do so.


 * Kholduinatus - You can run but you can't hide!
 * Tsarkhuilaius - Haha, you'll never find me!

As Kholduinatus ran, he tripped over a small log and stumbled, sending himself forward uncontrollably. As he did, he landed on his head and proceeded to be sent on a downhill roll, avoiding the trees and Alvino gardeners that may have risked getting in his way. A minute later, after persistent rolling, he was thrown from the undergrowth and passed into a clearing, where he landed on his belly and was sent sliding through the earth and soil uncomfortably, messying his front with dirt. He groaned and attempted to stand, disorientated and dizzy, resulting in him taking several misguided steps before landing on his back. Tsarkhuilaius approached the fallen Kholduinatus to check his condition, and as he got close, he and his brother were met with a pair of immense hands, appearing from their sides and grabbing them. The two Kormacvar children rested on top of the soft, warm palms of the gigantic hands as they were elevated upward. Looming and residing above them was the ancient, primeval mother of all Alvino, conveniently known by all as simply the Brood Mother, who looked at them with a caring, maternal smile as any mother would.


 * Brood Mother - Look at you two. You need a bath.

Kholduinatus sat up and laid on his knees as he looked up at the Brood Mother's face, and inside, he felt comfortable as warm affection overcame him. However, as a response to her words, the young Kormacvar shook his head with disinterest and folded his arms, sticking his tongue out.


 * Kholduinatus - Nuh-uh! We're only gonna get dirty again anyway.
 * Tsarkhuilaius - We're not done playing yet, mommy!
 * Brood Mother - I saw Kholduinatus falling over. You need to take care when you're running, dear.
 * Kholduinatus - H-Hey, I'll be fine! Just a scratch, that's all, nothing I can't handle! I'm a big boy after all!
 * Tsarkhuilaius - I'm bigger!
 * Kholduinatus - No you're not, I am! I can beat you in a play-fight!
 * Tsarkhuilaius - Oh yeah! I beat you last time!
 * Kholduinatus - Only because you cheated!
 * Brood Mother - You're both my big boys.

The Brood Mother brought the children closer to her face and placed her cheek against the both of them in a cuddle. The two of them smiled as they felt her warm cheek press against them and returned the gesture, their tails swaying happily. As Kholduinatus did so, he let out a tired yawn and closed his eyes for a moment before quickly opening them again. Watching Kholduinatus caused Tsarkhuilaius to yawn a few moments after, the Brood Mother looking at them with a smile.


 * Brood Mother - Are you tired?
 * Kholduinatus - N-No! Big boys don't get tired, b-because we're big boys!
 * Brood Mother - Are you sure you don't want to take a nap on mommy's head?
 * Kholduinatus - ...C-Can we have a fruit if we do? We can't sleep w-when we're hungry after all, mommy.
 * Tsarkhuilaius - Oh! Oh! I want one too!
 * Brood Mother - You can have as many fruits as you like, my dears.
 * Kholduinatus - Yay! Mommy fruits! They're the best!

The Brood Mother put the two kids on the top of her immense head, which was large enough for them to lay down as if they were in a floor but comfortable enough to feel like a natural bed. By using telekinesis, small round fruits floated over to them, and Tsarkhuilaius quickly grabbed and ate one, smiling as he did. Kholduinatus giggled as he saw the fruits levitate above their heads and reached out to grasp one, taking a few moments to savour its taste as he placed it into his mouth whole before swallowing. He yawned once more after having digested the fruit and laid himself down, keeping his eyes closed as he went to rest and curled himself up in order to get as comfortable as possible.


 * Kholduinatus - Bet I'll beat you to sleep first, tiny-claws.
 * Tsarkhuilaius - Let's bet that then.

Tsarkhuilaius laid down opposite to Kholduinatus, yawning and bumping his head with his friend's. The Brood Mother then began singing a lullaby which echoed through the large chamber which served as her home. The two babes slept soundly, snoring quietly as they quickly drifted from consciousness into dreamland. Little did they know that within their bodies and their spirit they held something special; they would grow to become stronger than any other of their kind, and the essence of their minds and life-force could be weaponized and used against others. The Alvino Brood Mother knew and understood full well that the babes, products of unreal birth and creation, would be unable to stay upon this world forever, for she and her own children had raised and cared for many of these enhanced, modified individuals in the past - a tradition set in place for untold millennia. While these unblooded brothers were destined for greatness, for now, they slept and dreamed of things unimaginable.

A decade later. The two babes had grown to become older, more handsome and stronger men, yet still young by the standards of true adults of their race. Their muscles had become defined, their builds athletic. They awaited just outside of the chamber that led to the Brood Mother's residence, who was quite clearly visible behind them due to her immense, unchallenged size. Colossal vessels filled the skies, while platoons of armoured, well-equipped soldiers were positioned in professional formations in front of them. They too were Kormacvar, yet they were all meager by comparison to the two young men that watched them, bored and, for Kholduitanus at least, impatient. Kholduitanus stepped towards the platoons and eyed them intimidatingly.


 * Kholduitanus - Well, what now?
 * Tsarkhuilaius - Didn't you hear Mother? The Emperor is coming to officialize our titles at last.
 * Kholduitanus - The Emperor had better be here soon, I'm getting tired of waiting. The war isn't going to fight itself, after all.
 * Tsarkhuilaius - Yeah, don't let Mother hear you saying that, or she'll give you a smack.
 * Kholduitanus - Heh, if there's one person I won't fight with, it's Mother. She's like a double-edged blade.

One of the smaller, more personalized vessels landed and out of it, came a large, imposing Kormacvar in regal clothing, though he was still not as tall as Kholduitanus or Tsarkhuilaius. The soldiers stomped on the ground with their back limbs as a form of respect and bowed, and as the Kormacvar got up to the two grown children, he inspected them with a smirk. Kholduitanus wore a wary, cautious frown upon his face as he watched the Kormacvar figure approach, and he unfolded his arms, resting his palms at his side. When he looked upon the individual, he glanced directly into their unfazed eyes. Tsarkhuilaius respectfully bowed to the figure, and bumped Kholduitanus to do the same. Kholduitanus groaned and bowed alongside his brother, although he did not glance at the earth, instead opting for keeping the direction of his eyes upwards as he felt uncomfortable and out of place looking at the dirt he walked upon.


 * ??? - So we finally meet in person, my young soldiers. I am Emperor Karius Pertannar, supreme ruler of the Kormacvar Empire.
 * Kholduitanus - Emperor Pertannar. It is an honour.
 * Karius - It is time to fulfill your role as warmasters of the Empire. The Alvino Brood Mother has trained you from birth to be the greatest and most powerful soldiers of our people. You will now take the fight to the Grox Empire, and with you leading our armies, we will push the damned machine terror back to the hell they crawled out of.
 * Kholduitanus - I'll erase every one of those Grox and their warmachines from the face of this galaxy, my Emperor. I pledge myself... to the Kormacvar Empire.
 * Tsarkhuilaius - Mother has told us of what the Grox have done. Their crimes are unforgivable.
 * Karius - Indeed. Speaking of which, how is the Brood Mother doing?

Kholduitanus raised from the soil and stood upright as he did prior, folding his arms as he glanced at the Emperor Pertannar once again. He bumped his brother with his elbow in order to have him cease his bow, as it was no longer formally required for either of them.


 * Kholduitanus - Mother is doing well, if a little saddened. She has said that she will miss our presence once we're taken from this world.
 * Karius - It is only natural, I imagine this is also a hard experience for you both. But worry not, for after the Grox are annihilated, you will have all the time in the universe to spend with her.
 * Kholduitanus - I will not shed tears if it means I get the chance to fight and tear the Grox apart. As long as they exist, it means that this world is at risk, and I'll fight to ensure that we can come back one day.
 * Tsarkhuilaius - Truer words couldn't be said.
 * Karius - Excellent. You are both prepared. I hereby declare you Warmasters of the Kormacvar Empire. You are our sword and shield in this war. You will stand victorius over the enemy.

The soldiers behind Emperor Karius all slammed the ground below them in honour of the two. Kholduitanus nodded and turned to his brother, giving him an expression of acknowledgement of their new rank and status. Looking back towards the Emperor in front of them and the army that they are soon to lead, the brothers lowered to a single knee each and bowed out of honour and courtesy, as well as acceptance for the title of Warmaster. Kholduitanus and Tsarkhulaus, now christened as Warmasters of the Kormacvar Empire, would be taken off-world, along with their legion, and transported elsewhere to undergo the final phases of their training and preparation for combat that were outside of the Brood Mother's own realm of teaching.

In the coming days, there would be rejoice and celebration for the crowning of the new Warmasters, and many crusades were sure to follow wherever the brothers went, for it was their sole purpose as super-warriors. They would become the kings of the battlefield, and sovereigns of the act of war.