#the stories by negpos

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I got motivation to start writing out of nowhere and now you're stuck with this

As the sun sets, the armies of the Holy Kingdom of Venalia have set up a camp deep inside enemy territory. Looking to bring glory to the Kingdom, their name, and their gods, they have declared war on those they considered heretical barbarians, the neighboring Byllians.

For 2 score and 3 years the two realms were at war. Entire states which had been caught in the crossfire had been raided, ravaged, and razed.

The Byllian Republic had fought valiantly, yet it was no match for the fighting spirit of the armies of Venalia. Now, Venalia is preparing for a massive attack on the most symbolic city of the republic: Istantinople, the city the heretical republic had risen from, and, if all went well, the city whose fall would mark the end of Byllia once and for all.

The battle raged on for eternity. Each army sent their divisions, hour after hour, day after day. Swords clashed, spears and arrows rained down from the heavens, red splattered everywhere. The smell of blood filled the air as the armies went into battle, side by side, children of their nation. The Repears were very busy that month.

Both nations were down on their last legs. They had sent everyone they had to the Bloodbath for Istantinople. The world had deemed that month Mensis Sanguinis, the month of blood. But the Byllians had protected their most sacred city.

The final army of the Venalians had only one member; a small figure, a child, no more than 12 years of age. The Byllians were confused and horrified: How could they send a child to the frontlines, and was he really ready to die so stupidly for this senseless war? The Byllian Commander stuck his sword into the ground and went to the child. He took his helmet off and offered peace.

The child then proceeded to pull out two automatic assault rifles powered by the sun and shot them all down with laser guns.

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Color Balance: Prologue

This label was made in Paint 3D.

Prologue

Balance. It is an essential part of every world. The world hangs on the balance between Good and Evil, Light and Dark, Life and Death. But what happens when that balance is broken? This is the story of Color Balance a world where the balance was broken and what happened next. I, The Cosmic Gamemaster, will be telling this story with my gift of observation and recollection granted to me by my creator, NegPos.

Our story begins with a town called Epetia in the Empire of Gaplon on the Planet Aesclepius. The Empire of Gaplon was an Empire of Magic. All inhabitants had either Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, or Purple Magic, or some combination between two colors; they were born with it, and cannot change or learn new magic types. Additionally, they were either Light-Based or Dark-Based, which was affected by your personal well-being and physical health, and affected your behavior and personality. As such, many Light-Based and Dark-Based people do not get along, though Friendships across Light and Dark Based People are not unheard of.

Nobody knows where the Magic truly came from, or why light and dark based magic existed, but according to folklore, they acquired it from a mountain that had exploded and covered the towns around it in its Light and Heat.

So, one day, a boy from Epetia decided he wanted to find out, once and for all, where it came from.