Etsiar

Prologue
Boulders of mass destruction crashed apon an unknown world. Torn apart with each meteor, the planet was plunged into chaos, as people ran panicing, struggling to cross the slightest slate of land without being crushed by a ball of fire. Etsiar sprinted through the streets of his town. It was nothing but a small village, made up of wooden huts, and things of that sort, so, as you could guess, the entire place was like a grasshoper, and the meteor shower acted as a foot. Etsiar headed towards a mountain top, where this problem originated.

An evil wizard had misused his abilities to rave havak apon an unsuspecting world, using a spell of destruction which called apon hundreds of comets to cause death. The technique was known as Apocolypes. Only a select few were supposed to actually know it, along with other forbiden magic tricks. These select few were the Spell Masters, and the wizard had stolen their books of knowledge from the Great Library down to the south. For his intentions, this was unsure.

Etsiar drew his attention upwards to see a large meteor heading towards his village. He stopped abruptly, sliding through the dirt and mud until he came to a complete stop. The fear that rushed through his bones was unbelievable. A memory of a menacing rock, ingulfed in hot flames was imbedded in his mind forever. After a few seconds, Etsiar came to his senses. He turned to his left, and caught a glimpse of a smaller meteor destroying a hut. Etsiar jumped behind the debre, and crossed his fingers. Hopefully, he'd survive the coming events.

Then came the impact. The meteor touched ground, blowing into millions of pieces. Flames scorched the area, rapidly growing to burn more and more land. The meteor brushed through the village, damaging everything in sight. Etsiar poked his head out from his current position, and saw the meteor advancing towards him. There was no doubt in his mind that this experiance would kill him. Etsiar thought about running, but it was no use. Running around, trying to figure out what he should do, his foot hit something; a knob! Etsiar grasped it, and pulled. Apparently, this house had an underground bunker. He climbed down a ladder to a tiny room made of stone. There was a bed, a desk, and candles which alluminated the room. Above ground, the meteor had gone by. When it did, it seemed as though the planet was shaking itself. Candles tipped over, leaving Etsiar with little light to see, and everything crumbled around him. This bunker obviously hadn't been built well. Etsiar had been trapped underneath heavy stone, wood, and dirt, which had fallen only but a few moments ago. It weighed to much to lift. Etsiar was finished. As he took his last breath, memories flashed before him; the beautiful forests surrounding his village, his world's sister planets, which were just as breath taking at night. If only I could have prevented this, Etsiar thought. I knew about his schemes, yet the spell masters refused to lisen.

At that exact moment, an aura ignited around his body. It flailed about uncontrolably. Etsiar gritted his teeth, and began to life the debre from his legs. The physically impossible feat had been acomplished once Etsiar finally threw the rubble away. This is what was truely special about Etsiar; every time he had a stroke of courage, a power would over come him, giving Etsiar the ability to do anything it seemed.