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Originally Posted by Fox 6
Should wait till exam week is over for the school people.
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I want to, but I think since this is SO close to the end. That I will finish it. You folks can finish reading and I can begin planning for book 2.
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Nighthawk stood frozen in terror now, he could not come up with a logical way to keep his mind from closing in on him. Too many thoughts raced through his mind, none of which he found especially useful.
Then he heard a sound that was different from his own voice enter into his mind. While he could not be certain, he knew the sound did not originate from the beach. No there was something familiar sounding about the voice.
Nighthawk allowed himself a second to be washed over by the sound. Then it dawned upon him, the voice… the voice so familiar was his brother, Bube. Silence descended upon Nighthawk again, and then Bube appeared.
“How are you here?” Nighthawk thought he knew the extent of his brother’s powers.
The image of Bube fizzled in and out of frame as he spoke, “I am not really here. I am a auditory projection.”
Nighthawk looked at his brother with a strange and confused look, “If you are an auditory projection… are you telling me that I am seeing sound?”
“Yes… and no. What you are seeing is me represented by sound waves, but due to our powers we can actually visualize sounds.”
Nighthawk found himself confused at Bube’s words again, “Our powers? I thought you were the only one with powers.”
“I thought… well… I guess you have to find out sometime. Do you remember a few years ago when we were messing around on dad’s new keyboard? Well, I guess when the fuse blew it charged our system… I’m not sure how it works exactly, but I thought your powers would have manifested itself by now.”
“So you know what my powers are?” Nighthawk grew excited.
“Not exactly… I have the ability to manipulate sounds in many different ways such as creating this projection. I can also use different musical samples to turn into physical representation… I will show you this someday, but you… you have some control over sound, but what.”
The two brothers began to think silently to themselves. With the appearance of his phantom brother, Nighthawk had not noticed that the area around him had stopped moving. There was a larger issue on his mind now.
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Dylflon leaned up against what he could only hope was a wall. He had been running around for what felt like an eternity and he still saw no signs of his friend nor had he found any light source.
If it was even possible, he felt that the area grew darker as the moments passed. He wondered to himself if it could have any significance to what was going on outside.
As he leaned against the wall, catching his breath, he could feel the moisture of the hot air around him. Had he somehow ran in a circle?
From the corner of his eyes, he could see a flicker of light as if it had fallen off of a flame. He was too tired to chase after it so he took his time hoping that it would continue to burn as he made his way towards it.
As he got closer, he could feel the temperature rising. It had to be well over a hundred at this point, oddly he did not feel himself sweating.
Of course, he could not sweat he was in the mind… but if that was the case why did he grow tired from running. This place was having a weird effect on him and his powers. He knew it was imperative that he find Dyne and get out of there as quickly as possible.
As he reached the source of the tiny flicker of light, his eyes slowly adjusted to the source. When they were good enough to see, his jaw hit the ground.
He rubbed his eyes and checked again. What he was seeing could not be right.
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Bare with me as I am still trying to remember where was taking some of these stories and where they are going now under the new direction.