Clear Truth (Non CS Related WIP) Read and Post!(:

[Apollyyn]

Okay, so I have been writing this story for a while now. I am on my eighth chapter, and I really want to know what you guys think of it, so about every day, I'll post part of it. Once I post all that I have, this topic's closed, or at least I'm going to stop updating it. Thanks and enjoy!

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The rain pattered on the side of the window pane. A young teenager sat in his rocking chair staring out at the gloomy grey sky. A slowly turning world revolved around a rainbow that was steadily making its way through the clouds, and after a while, it touched the ground. The sun was beginning to come out from behind the storm clouds. The boy just stared, and shuffled his hands slowly. He pushed himself out of his seat and a smile slowly spread across his face. The child’s hair was slightly messed up with gel and he was wearing some jeans and a plain white T-shirt. He had just finished the school day and his backpack was lying on the floor by the front door. This young boy, this was me, Bobby.

I took a piece of paper out of my binder and took out a pencil. The tiny, pink eraser softly tapped my lips as I invented what I needed to say. When I finally figured it out, I wrote down the following:

Dear Mom,
Listen, I have to go. I have to do some things. I might not be back for a while, but I’m taking my phone and its charger so you can always contact me if you miss me. If I am gone for over a month or two, I will call you at least once a month, and if things are happening that concern you, I might call more. It’s not up for discussion why I am leaving, so don’t ask. If you haven’t already figured it out, I will be visiting a place with power, water, and supplies for me to survive, so don’t bother worrying about that.
Please don’t call or text me over five times a day, I don’t want to be burdened with answering you. I will have much better things to do. So for now, adieu, and farewell Mother.
Sincerely,
Bobby

I put the paper down on the kitchen table and went down to my room to pack my bags. My room was surprisingly clean for a teenager’s, and so it was extremely easy to pack my bag full of all my possessions clothes-wise, special possession-wise, and just anything that I had missed. I watched and listened as the clock ticked with every second. My mother wouldn’t be home for another three or four hours, so I had loads of time to spare. It only took me about an hour to get to where I was going, so I had about two hours to leave if I wanted to be at my destination by the time my mom got home from work.

Since my backpack was packed and ready to go, I got my house key off the bulletin board by the door and headed out. Even though I had my bike, it took me a long time to pedal all the way out to the country side to my best friend’s house. I went there if I needed help with my homework, needed someone to talk to, or just plain needed a break from the city life. My best friend lived on an apple orchard, with all sorts of apples: green, red, yellow, Fuji, granny smith, golden delicious, and so many more. And that was Jayla’s house.

As I pedaled and pedaled, my legs and back grew tired from supporting all the weight of my backpack and myself. The city lights rushed by as the small white bike and I wove through the endless traffic. Car horns honked when I rode my bike past their car. One woman even cried, “Use the sidewalk!” I shook it all off until I noticed that the roads had gotten more snake-like, and the gravel started to slowly disappear.
I had been biking for well over a half an hour, and I still hadn’t got a call back from Jayla. Maybe she is busy. I’m positive she’ll respond sometime before I get there. I mean, she’s got another 30 minutes or so before I get there, I thought. I pedaled on; sweat beading on my forehead and my legs burning. The bike ride was long and tedious, and I began to get bored as it went on.

After 30 more minutes of racing hard, I came up on the ranch. The apples were just beginning to bloom, and the multicolored orchards looked like a sea of red and pink shades going so far you couldn’t see the end of them. The family looked as if they were growing a harvest of cranberries. This made the field of red from the apples even redder from the ripe cranberries. I parked my bike at the end of the long road down the actual house on the corner of Jayla’s family’s property. After another five minutes, this time of walking, I arrived at the front porch. Standing there was Jayla and her mother, and Jayla’s mom had a phone in one hand and Jayla’s hair by the other.

She was like a flower blooming in the spring-so perfect. Her blonde hair matched her body and face beautifully. She had an amazing tan, and from her body shape, you could tell that she played volleyball. Her nose was neither too big nor too small-just right for her appearance. Her teeth were straight and pearly white, and her lips were light pink and full. Jayla was perfect.

“OW!!!” Jayla cried as she tried to tug her hair from Mrs. Lynn’s grip, but that woman had the grip of a chameleon on a tree, and it wasn’t going to let go any time soon.
“What is the meaning of this voicemail, young man?!” Mrs. Lynn yelled in my direction, and I looked helplessly over at Jayla. The teenage girl had tears in her eyes. I felt bad for her. Mrs. Lynn had her brown hair pulled back into a tight bun like always, and her makeup was on way more than it needed to be. She was wearing extremely tight clothes that were obviously too small for her; maybe they were Jayla’s.
“Well? Answer me, Mr. James!” Mrs. Lynn repeated. I looked at her, eyes wide.
“I-I uh…needed to talk to Jayla about some things…I was wondering why you never called back…” I turned to Jayla again. Then I turned back to her mother and smiled. “I just needed some time to complain to her.”
Mrs. Lynn’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t fool me for a second, boy. You and Jayla have been friends for long enough! Go home to your mother; she’s worried sick about that letter you left her!”
I shook my head. “Not this time,” I muttered and grabbed Mrs. Lynn’s hand that was holding onto Jayla’s hair. In surprise, Mrs. Lynn let go, and I pushed Jayla down the stairs. “Go!” I shouted and we took off running down the long strip towards the main road.

Once we knew Mrs. Lynn wasn’t chasing us, I was riding slowly on my bike alongside Jayla walking. “What was all that about?!” I ranted, turning my head towards Jayla. She was out of breath and breathing heavily, so was I, and it was obvious we were lacking hydration. But she just shrugged, like nothing was wrong, “Well it’s a pretty weird story…I don’t understand most of it.”

[~Night and Darkness~]

Wow I didnt mean to intrude its just that I was writing my own thing when I saw yours and yeah but wow! I like it keep writing cause its cool

[Apollyyn]

II

I sighed as I started my story. It had all started when I had gotten home from school and received Bobby’s voicemail that he was moving in with my family and me. He had told me no reason why, or when, and all I knew was that it was an hour bike ride from his house to mine. I wondered what had been so dramatic at his house to make him want to move in with my family. My mom and dad couldn’t stand Bobby, but I had never felt that way. I shook it all aside and started.

“Well, I got your voicemail right after I got home from school, and at first I was confused. After listening to it a couple times, I understood what had happened and I went to tell my mom you were going to stay with us for a while…And I don’t really know…She just kind of freaked out. Blew up…You know? She started going off on how you’ve been hitting on me for a while and she knew you’d make this move and I would say yes and we would sooner or later be dating…I didn’t really listen to her much until she pulled my hair because she saw you coming up the driveway.”
“So where are we going to go?” I asked once I was finished. Bobby was walking his bike while he was riding it beside me, and I still remembered how he had grabbed me and we had run from my horrible mother. Bobby turned to me again and shrugged. “I don’t know yet, but I am just wondering what triggered your mom’s explosion. She was furious when she came out…” he said, halfway talking to himself.
“I don’t care where we go…Um…Bobby?” I tapped his shoulder, but Bobby had already seen it. A figure was moving-no running-towards us. “I don’t know…but I have a feeling we should…RUN!!!” Bobby hoisted me up onto his bike and pedaled as fast as he could, but the figure was keeping up and even gaining on us. Bobby was now pedaling as fast as he could, and I could feel his heart pumping through his clothes and backpack. “Bobby…Who is that?!” I yelled. The figure was visible now. She had brown hair and she was running full throttle straight towards us. I gasped as I was flung off the bike when we hit a pothole in the road. Bobby skidded to a halt a farther ways down the road, and the figure was still running. Bobby hopped off his bike but I shook my head and beckoned for him to keep going. “Go back!”

Bobby shook his head once he got close to me. “I don’t think that’s going to happen,” he said and he picked me up off the ground. The figure skidded to a halt and ended up stopping right before she hit us. She smiled a big toothy grin and spoke in a hearty tone, “Hey! You two! I’ve been running forever. Listen, I need your help. My name is Hera.”
“Hera?” I asked quietly. “Isn’t that a Greek goddess?”
Hera just stood there with blazing eyes of...What were her eyes filled of? What did the stranger want? And why did she have such a bizarre name? Hera looked around a little more and finally spoke.
“Again, I need your help. My people have sent me down to Earth to find two brave souls to help us defend ourselves against the mighty Hades, and his father, the terrible Kronos. They have launched an attack in Olympus onto us. The portal from your world to our world is slowly crumbling, so we better leave now.”

Bobby hung his mouth wide open again. I, however, had read and studied Greek Mythology for quite some time, and I realized that this was either a very thought out prank, or it was…real. This also seemed was too big to be a prank. Why would someone dress up like this woman and run all that way just to trick two teenagers?
“Wait, so we have to go with you, to fight a Greek deity and his Titan dad because you guys can’t do it yourselves?” I asked, trying to get all this to work in my head. The goddess shook her head. Her brown hair flung around slightly.
“Not entirely. My husband Zeus ordered me to come and find two mortals worthy of fighting amongst the gods. In return for victory in the battle, he would grant you with whatever you desire, even becoming a god.”
“Wait, so how do we get there?” Bobby asked after he had shut his mouth. He was trying to think of as many reasons that this wouldn’t be possible as he could. I thought about it. If we died in this war that this woman was talking about, what if we died in that world and this world?
“We have to go across the portal leading from your world to my world. That portal is run by Hermes, and it will be extremely easy to cross. Hermes is guarding it so that no evil beings can enter Olympus.” Seeing the looks on our faces, Hera explained, “My world where the gods live is called Olympus. Your people live in the world known as Earth. The portal is the only way to get from one world to the other.”

Bobby looked over at me and our eyes met for a brief second before we both turned back to Hera. We were both completely convinced that this was her. There was no possible way this was a prank, but of course Bobby had to ask one more question.
“How come we’ve never seen this ‘portal’?”
Hera looked at us and beckoned back towards the way she had come from. “Come. I must show you something.” She started walking and we followed surprisingly quickly because we were keeping a steady pace with the easily 7-foot tall woman. At first, we didn’t see anything but a long, dusty road up ahead. After a while, I could see just a hint of color on the horizon, but it was quickly covered up when we went up a hill.

After we had gone up and down the hill, I gasped. There right in front of all our eyes, was a humongous hole that was just…there. I went over and looked behind it, but the hole had no depth to it. I looked over at Hera for some suggestions on how to enter the gigantic portal. The goddess smiled again and chuckled quietly. “It’s just like stepping through a door. It’s extremely easy,” she assured, smiling like it would be amusing to watch us try to master it. I nodded slowly and watched as Hera stepped into the portal. Slowly, the goddess started to disappear, until she was completely gone. Then a voice came from the darkness, “Come on, Earthlings!"

(Hint: This chapter's written by Jayla, or Jay, instead of Bobby.)

[Apollyyn]

III

I slowly stepped into the portal, and I held Jayla’s hand and hoisted her in behind me. I suddenly felt a cold sensation and saw us getting farther and farther away from the road. Hera had stopped moving when she got to the light part of the portal, and nodded in approval when we joined her. In the distance, a majestic castle glowed in the distance as the sun hit it just right. In between us were a gate and a tall man standing in front of that.
“What is that?” Jayla asked, walking now. The portal lightened up from here on out, and so the trip from there on out wouldn’t be that much of a challenge. Jayla and I were walking behind Hera and talking when we came upon a 7-foot tall man who was standing with his arms crossed guarding the gate. Hera burst out in a deep laughter. “Hello Hermes! How are you, son?” she asked. The other god, Hermes, smiled, opened the gate, and beckoned for us, at which point we walked in.

It was another long walk to the entrance of the castle, and my tennis shoes were starting to rub on the heels of my feet. I was probably developing blisters, but I couldn’t feel them right now. I was looking and admiring the castle and its marvelous features.

It looked like a miniature playhouse that kids would get with the little figurine princesses. The sun beat perfectly on the magnificent castle, and my neck started hurting from looking up so long. We were entering the castle. The hall that led from the main door to the end had many doors on the sides, and it had a red carpet that soothed our aching feet. Many animals’ heads popped out on mounts that littered the walls. Rabbits with too large of teeth, rams with too curly horns, deer with too large eyes, all the animals there had something that didn’t fit the rest of their stuffed bodies. Weird, I thought, but I followed Hera and Jayla farther down the hall, and we finally came to the end of the hall and turned right. In the room was something that would have never been imaginable to any man on the face of the earth. The sun beat gently through a gigantic stained glass window placed high above any other object in the massive room. It was a picture of a large man with an eye patch and a great grey cloak. Who’s that? I wondered and I looked at Jayla. Jay always knew stuff in these kinds of situations.
“That’s Zeus,” she whispered. I nodded and glanced around. There was a magnificent golden throne located directly under the stained glass window, and it was the size of a two story house. How big is the thing that sits in that?! I thought and I started to back up, but I soon ran into Hera and scurried back to stand by Jayla. Jayla had her mouth open, but it was curled to a smile at the ends. I smiled too. She was in heaven. I chuckled slightly and sighed. There was only the throne in the room, weird enough, and they were the only ones in the room. Suddenly, an eagle flew over our heads and Jayla crouched down. Oh, yeah. She’s afraid of birds, I remembered. The eagle stopped and perched on the top of the throne, 30 feet above even Hera’s head.
“What was that?!” Jayla cried. The eagle cawed and I hopped back in surprise. I turned back and faced Hera, waiting very impatiently for an answer. The Greek goddess laughed another deep, hearty laugh and smiled.
“That’s Zeus’s eagle,” she said, as if asking it had marked me an uneducated person.

As soon as she finished explaining, out of the corner of the throne room came a winged horse. Jayla screamed again and cowered behind the queen goddess. Hera laughed again and pushed Jayla in front of her. I had to admit, the horse scared me too. “Looks like someone fell asleep when she was reading about Zeus,” I taunted, but I stopped when Hera put her hand up.
“That is Pegasus, Zeus’s winged horse. Don’t be afraid; it doesn’t bite, mostly,” Hera smiled and pushed Jayla and me in front. I looked over at Jayla. “Jay…Where’s this Zeus dude? How come we’re seeing his pets but not him?” I whispered. Jayla shrugged. “I don’t know, but he should be somewhere around here. Speak of the devil.”
A figure swept past them and sat in the throne. “Close your eyes, mortals, or my size-changing will melt your eyes right out of your skull,” a booming voice commanded and we looked away immediately.
“Okay, you can look at my presence. So are these the Earthlings you brought me, wife?” the god asked. He had grown to around ten to fifteen feet now, so he fit the throne in proportions. Hera knelt before the other god and nodded. “Yes Zeus. Their names are Bobby and Jayla. They will be good warriors, Zeus,” she nodded and returned to her standing position.

Zeus, huh? I thought, and Jayla and I knelt as well and then stood up once Zeus had seen us.
“So Bobby and Jayla, what made Hera believe you were true warriors?” Zeus asked and I pushed Jayla up since she knew more about the Greek customs. The teenager bowed her head and then began to speak.
“Uh…Well, Mr. Zeus, sir…We wouldn’t exactly be the ones who should be answering that question. Maybe you should ask Hera,” she suggested. She pointed back towards the other goddess and smiled, indicating that she knew nothing on why she had been brought to this world.

Hera stepped forward, but before she could speak, Zeus stood from his throne. “Silence, Hera. Let the Earthling speak. I want to know why she thinks she deserves to fight among the gods.”

At this point Hera stepped back and Jayla was volunteered to speak for the Earthlings again. Jayla was shaking violently and suddenly Zeus was there, but he was much smaller. He was around seven and a half feet tall now, just barely bigger than Hera. “Listen, Jayla, I understand that this is hard for you: talking to a god that you thought was only a part of a myth or story. Well, we can go into a separate room and talk in there if you’d feel more comfortable there. I’m just trying to get your opinion,” he said in a voice like silk. Something about the way he spoke made me realize that Jayla was going to go. This might turn bad, I thought.

(This is in Bobby's point of view!)