Foreshadow (Part 1)

[Crip 4,735]

                                                                           Foreshadow (Part 1)

 

This is my first attempt at writing a short story for AW and I hope it doesn't get too torn apart :P

There will at least be 2 other parts, depending on how much time I have to write them, and it also depends on how much love (or hate) this one gets. Many thanks to the (very high quality) @tweezers who inspired me to have a go at writing after I read his stuff. Thanks for looking!

 

Edit: If some of this appears unclear do not panic! All will be made clear in the following parts :P

 

It was all very familiar: The wind whistling across the rocks, the heavy blanket of snow spread on the frozen earth and the cold blue snowflakes that were sent swirling by the gale.

 

Keiren felt the icy chill he had long become accustomed to. It had always seemed reassuring at first. The bleak grey sky hung over the barren landscape, which appeared devoid of anything other than ice, snow or stone.

Keiren surveyed this all with a sickening foreboding, the cold chill now spreading inwards, its icy fingers piercing his heart as it fully dawned on him where he was. This was nothing new, he had seen it all before.

His feet began to carry him across the deep snow, plunging into a small valley then up and out onto the white moor once more.

The storm was increasing in ferocity, but Keiren had become used to the stinging of the tiny ice crystals that were flung at his face. Ignoring the pain, he felt his arms move up to his face to shelter his eyes as they peered ahead. Nothing, only the shadow of a cliff away to his left and a white blankness on all other sides. He wondered which direction he should take, but something told him, as it had done many times before, that he should always trust the path chosen by his body; it knew where its destination lay.

The wind was waning now, and Keiren found he could see a distance ahead. His mind tried to persuade his body to seek shelter under the great cliff, but again he found he could not alter the course to which he had been set.

Suddenly, he found he could make out objects in the snow ahead. There were many from where he could see, varying in size and shape. His legs quickened the speed of the journey to a run, and as he approached the mysterious shapes, all his experiences and knowledge flooded over him, along with a sense of fearful panic.

They were hulls of tanks, many of them, strewn across the snow. The shattered hulk of a Titan loomed over him, jagged holes gaping in its hull like empty eye sockets and a yawning chasm remained where the turret had once been.

Keiren found his hands brushing away the snow from a battered emblem emblazoned on the Titan's side. He stared at it for a moment before realizing, not for this first time in his life, what these tanks were.

These were no common tanks. They were special forces with incredible experience and combat skills, hand picked from the academy by previous veterans. His father had served among their ranks, and the memory of his passing almost caused Keiren to double over with pain. Keiren had vowed to also serve in the faction and keep his father's reputed name alive, even if he himself was not.

As he struggled to regain control of his emotions, Keiren's feet, which had previously remained still and unmoving, begain to resume their course through the wreckage and he was powerless to resist.

Suddenly, almost deliberately it seemed, they stumbled over a piece of metal protruding from the snow. Keiren's subconciousness stirred, it already knew how this would end.

His hands tugged the piece free from the snow's grasp and his head bent to inspect it.

One word, one name.

MISTRUNNER

His body was racked by uncontrollable sobs. Staring around wildly in his grief, Keiren caught sight of something small on the ground, near the shell of a blown-out Hornet. He stumbled towards it, blinded by tears. Once close, there was no doubting his eyes. It was the body of a tanker, lying face-down in the snow, dead. But the body wasn't wearing a normal green uniform; it wore one of red, as had been his family's tradition for generations of tankers.

A long animal-like scream burst from somewhere deep inside Keiren.

"FATHER!"

Edited August 4, 2016 by Savage

[tweezers 1,034]

-Changed font to Trebuchet, size 14.

 Many thanks to the (very high quality) tweezers :wub: 

[ToHoYoNTaDa 1,147]

(Good) Edited August 4, 2016 by ToHoYoNTaDa

[Crip 4,735]

-Changed font to Trebuchet, size 14.

No thanks to the (very poor quality) tweezers :wub: 

 ^ I meant to say that, sorry :P

 

(Good)

Thanks :)

Edited August 4, 2016 by Savage

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

-Changed font to Trebuchet, size 14.

Many thanks to the (very high quality) tweezers :wub:

whats so special about the fonts? :huh:

[BLASTER872 1,892]

(very high quality) @tweezers

OK 5 More Types Of Noobs is famous now!

 

axaxaxa tweezers finally ranked, how many years did that take

[anuclearbomb 220]

A Tanki related story? In the Tanki forum? I don't believe you...

Great story, can't wait for the rest.

[Crip 4,735]

Thanks for the positive feedback guys!

 

A Tanki related story? In the Tanki forum? I don't believe you...

Great story, can't wait for the rest.

Thanks...the remaining sections should be on soon :)

Edited August 6, 2016 by Savage

[Girly_Power_Pro 23]

You're doing great. Keep up the good work  :P

[Crip 4,735]

Sorry for resurrecting this post :P

 

The second part should be up within a week or two, I've been struggling for time recently.

 

Again, thanks for the positive comments!