Post by TheGexxonatr97 on Jun 4, 2011 16:31:17 GMT -8
In the time before time, in the vast sleeping behemoths known to us now as mountains, there lived a selfish abomination that was only known as Stakkepa’ah, or Starkeeper to people not of the mountains. He was named for the gorgeous display of lights and swirls, which he called “stars” inside of his bulging, but delicate, transparent stomach. Stakkepa’ah was a terrifying fiend: he was as tall as the tallest boulder, and almost twice as wide, with long, muscle-bound arms tipped with sharp talons that scraped the earthen paths as he stomped across mountains on surprisingly short, stubby legs, searching for food. He was feared for his humongous appetite for everything that crossed his path, but there was a delicacy he would lift entire fields for: woodpeckers.
They grew up fearing him, becoming always aware. Nevertheless, he scoured them, wiping out entire tribes, setting them in his banana-leaf “backpack” lined with an unnamed fireproof magic, trudging them by the hundreds to his cavern lair, said to be lined with a blue wall of fire so intense, it could burn anything within 3 treelengths to a bluish-black crisp. He then drags the sack up to his living den, where he roasts them on a makeshift spit over an open bonfire, and then…he EATS them!!!! No one knows why he loves to eat woodpeckers. It is theorized that he is hiding something deep beneath the thick blanket that is his motives…
One particular woodpecker, Flicker, grew up not fearing, but despising Stakkepa’ah. He desired to destroy Stakkepa’ah, to punish him for his despicable deeds. He dreamed many times over of the day he would finally slay the voracious demon, and becoming a hero. He wished nothing more than to have his tribe under his own name: the Flickers. But, always, at the end of every dream, he was stalked by an echoing question more devastating than Stakkepa’ah himself:
“What now?”
On a crisp, cool day, and the grass was thinly coated by a sheet of snow, Flicker awoke in his burrow in an oak tree (back then it was smooth and white) more determined than ever. Quietly peeling off a thick sheet of bark from his tree, twisted it here, turning it there, until it fit around him like a hooded cloak, and swiftly and quietly flew over the great Hakataka Mountains that encased Stakkepa’ah’s keep, a large yawning pit lined with a blue writhing wall of fire. Bravely, he took a quick dive and shot downward into the gaping maw of Stakkepa’ah’s lair. He curved left, right, jetted down 90 degree slopes, until he arrived in a large dirt room containing a large bonfire to the right, on it a long burnt stick that Flicker swore had burnt feathers on it. Next to the fire was a banana-leaf backpack: he now knew exactly where he was. Clenching his wing into a fist, he promised to avenge thousands of eaten woodpeckers that died unfairly. His pointy head was raised: he was ready.
This feeling would not last long, for as soon as he raised his head, he felt a giant earthquake, which could only mean one thing.
He wasn’t alone.
He whirled around, only to leap back to avoid being crushed by a stubby foot, belonging to his worst nightmare: two snake eyes along with a wide mocking grin lined to capacity with shark teeth that could probably snap a tree in two like a twig. Stakkepa’ah laughed a bellowing laugh and roared. “SO. YOU HAVE COME TO DESTROY ME, I PRESSUME, FOOLISH WOODPECKER. PAH!! I SPIT UPON YOUR DULL ATTEMPTS TO OBLITERATE THE INCOMPERABLE STAKKEPA’AH, KEEPER OF STARS!!!” His voice made the cavern tremble in fear, and he pounced upon Flicker like a hungry puma, claws fully extended, teeth ready to capture what would hopefully not become his dinner. He roared in frustration. “GRRAAAAAARRGGGHHH!!! SILLY PEST!! STOP MOVING, I AM TRYING TO EAT YOU!!!” He pounced again, and many times over, until he finally paused to rest. “HUH…SO, I BELIEVE YOUR DESTINY HAS…HUH…CHANGED FROM CERTAIN…HUH…DOOM, BUT RATHER A DOOM WITH A…HUH…STRONG POSSIBILITY…A POSSIBILI-DOOM!!!” He smirked, and finally managed to grab Flicker, and leaped into the air, smashing through the thick rock ceiling, landing on some ruins.
“I BELIEVE THIS IS WHERE YOUR FATHER BECAME A MOONHIGH SNACK OF MINE A FEW MOONS BACK. HOW…APPROPRIATE!!” He licked his cracked lips with a fat forked tongue and prepared to bite down. “I GUESS I OWE YOU AN EXPLANATION. WOODPECKERS HAVE BEEN A DELICACY OF MINE FOR AGES, BUT THERE IS A REASON FOR THAT.” He said, gazing into the distance. “IT IS BECAUSE OF A PROPHECY. IT IS SAID THAT ON A DAY MUCH LIKE TODAY, A DEMON WOULD BECOME SLAYED BY A BIRD MUCH LIKE YOU, FLICKER. SO I DECIDED THAT I WOULD EAT EVERY BIRD I LAID EYES ON. YOU SEE, I DELAYED THE PROPHECY!!”
Flicker was astounded. “But you cannot cheat death! That ability is decided by the gods!!”
Stakkepa’ah smirked. “GODS?!?!? I WILL BECOME GREATER THAT THE GREATEST GOD, THE CONQUEROR OF THE CONQUEROR!!! I WILL MAKE SURE THAT THE CONQUEST OF THE DEMON SHALL BE NO MORE…BY DEVOURING THE SLAYER!!” As he bellowed out those words, he opened his jaws, which gave Flicker enough time to peck Stakkepa’ah’s hand, who recoiled with a yelp. Flicker flew around Stakkepa’ah’s head, pecking here, drilling there, until he focused on his main target: the belly. With no hesitation, he dove boldly, until he was blocked by…
A stomach!!!
Flicker had hit home!! Stakkepa’ah let out a final shriek while billions upon billions of his stars flew into the sky, along with his father. Giving his son a final embrace, he said, “You have fulfilled the prophecy!! I knew you could do it. Always.” With that parting word, he disappeared in a fiery explosion, which created the sun, returning into the sky. Flicker, looking down, noticed that his coat (now gnarly, jagged and grey) had loosened, showing his bare chest, which was now speckled with trapped stars. He then looked at Stakkepa’ah’s body, whose head puckered until his whole body finally imploded with a mighty FWOOOSH!!! Exhausted, he flew home, where he was praised as a hero, and was made chief of the tribe, which was named (and forever will be called) the Flickers. He then married 3 times, had 17 total children, died in an avalanche, and was buried under his oak cloak, which, with the magic of stars on Flicker’s chest, created the first modern oak tree. After that, everyone else (except for the people that died) lived happily ever after.
FIN
NOTE: The word “Possibili-doom) is not created by me- it was quoted from a Cartoon Network show, therefore making it copyrighted by Cartoon Network Inc.
They grew up fearing him, becoming always aware. Nevertheless, he scoured them, wiping out entire tribes, setting them in his banana-leaf “backpack” lined with an unnamed fireproof magic, trudging them by the hundreds to his cavern lair, said to be lined with a blue wall of fire so intense, it could burn anything within 3 treelengths to a bluish-black crisp. He then drags the sack up to his living den, where he roasts them on a makeshift spit over an open bonfire, and then…he EATS them!!!! No one knows why he loves to eat woodpeckers. It is theorized that he is hiding something deep beneath the thick blanket that is his motives…
One particular woodpecker, Flicker, grew up not fearing, but despising Stakkepa’ah. He desired to destroy Stakkepa’ah, to punish him for his despicable deeds. He dreamed many times over of the day he would finally slay the voracious demon, and becoming a hero. He wished nothing more than to have his tribe under his own name: the Flickers. But, always, at the end of every dream, he was stalked by an echoing question more devastating than Stakkepa’ah himself:
“What now?”
On a crisp, cool day, and the grass was thinly coated by a sheet of snow, Flicker awoke in his burrow in an oak tree (back then it was smooth and white) more determined than ever. Quietly peeling off a thick sheet of bark from his tree, twisted it here, turning it there, until it fit around him like a hooded cloak, and swiftly and quietly flew over the great Hakataka Mountains that encased Stakkepa’ah’s keep, a large yawning pit lined with a blue writhing wall of fire. Bravely, he took a quick dive and shot downward into the gaping maw of Stakkepa’ah’s lair. He curved left, right, jetted down 90 degree slopes, until he arrived in a large dirt room containing a large bonfire to the right, on it a long burnt stick that Flicker swore had burnt feathers on it. Next to the fire was a banana-leaf backpack: he now knew exactly where he was. Clenching his wing into a fist, he promised to avenge thousands of eaten woodpeckers that died unfairly. His pointy head was raised: he was ready.
This feeling would not last long, for as soon as he raised his head, he felt a giant earthquake, which could only mean one thing.
He wasn’t alone.
He whirled around, only to leap back to avoid being crushed by a stubby foot, belonging to his worst nightmare: two snake eyes along with a wide mocking grin lined to capacity with shark teeth that could probably snap a tree in two like a twig. Stakkepa’ah laughed a bellowing laugh and roared. “SO. YOU HAVE COME TO DESTROY ME, I PRESSUME, FOOLISH WOODPECKER. PAH!! I SPIT UPON YOUR DULL ATTEMPTS TO OBLITERATE THE INCOMPERABLE STAKKEPA’AH, KEEPER OF STARS!!!” His voice made the cavern tremble in fear, and he pounced upon Flicker like a hungry puma, claws fully extended, teeth ready to capture what would hopefully not become his dinner. He roared in frustration. “GRRAAAAAARRGGGHHH!!! SILLY PEST!! STOP MOVING, I AM TRYING TO EAT YOU!!!” He pounced again, and many times over, until he finally paused to rest. “HUH…SO, I BELIEVE YOUR DESTINY HAS…HUH…CHANGED FROM CERTAIN…HUH…DOOM, BUT RATHER A DOOM WITH A…HUH…STRONG POSSIBILITY…A POSSIBILI-DOOM!!!” He smirked, and finally managed to grab Flicker, and leaped into the air, smashing through the thick rock ceiling, landing on some ruins.
“I BELIEVE THIS IS WHERE YOUR FATHER BECAME A MOONHIGH SNACK OF MINE A FEW MOONS BACK. HOW…APPROPRIATE!!” He licked his cracked lips with a fat forked tongue and prepared to bite down. “I GUESS I OWE YOU AN EXPLANATION. WOODPECKERS HAVE BEEN A DELICACY OF MINE FOR AGES, BUT THERE IS A REASON FOR THAT.” He said, gazing into the distance. “IT IS BECAUSE OF A PROPHECY. IT IS SAID THAT ON A DAY MUCH LIKE TODAY, A DEMON WOULD BECOME SLAYED BY A BIRD MUCH LIKE YOU, FLICKER. SO I DECIDED THAT I WOULD EAT EVERY BIRD I LAID EYES ON. YOU SEE, I DELAYED THE PROPHECY!!”
Flicker was astounded. “But you cannot cheat death! That ability is decided by the gods!!”
Stakkepa’ah smirked. “GODS?!?!? I WILL BECOME GREATER THAT THE GREATEST GOD, THE CONQUEROR OF THE CONQUEROR!!! I WILL MAKE SURE THAT THE CONQUEST OF THE DEMON SHALL BE NO MORE…BY DEVOURING THE SLAYER!!” As he bellowed out those words, he opened his jaws, which gave Flicker enough time to peck Stakkepa’ah’s hand, who recoiled with a yelp. Flicker flew around Stakkepa’ah’s head, pecking here, drilling there, until he focused on his main target: the belly. With no hesitation, he dove boldly, until he was blocked by…
A stomach!!!
Flicker had hit home!! Stakkepa’ah let out a final shriek while billions upon billions of his stars flew into the sky, along with his father. Giving his son a final embrace, he said, “You have fulfilled the prophecy!! I knew you could do it. Always.” With that parting word, he disappeared in a fiery explosion, which created the sun, returning into the sky. Flicker, looking down, noticed that his coat (now gnarly, jagged and grey) had loosened, showing his bare chest, which was now speckled with trapped stars. He then looked at Stakkepa’ah’s body, whose head puckered until his whole body finally imploded with a mighty FWOOOSH!!! Exhausted, he flew home, where he was praised as a hero, and was made chief of the tribe, which was named (and forever will be called) the Flickers. He then married 3 times, had 17 total children, died in an avalanche, and was buried under his oak cloak, which, with the magic of stars on Flicker’s chest, created the first modern oak tree. After that, everyone else (except for the people that died) lived happily ever after.
FIN
NOTE: The word “Possibili-doom) is not created by me- it was quoted from a Cartoon Network show, therefore making it copyrighted by Cartoon Network Inc.