Time ago before Tation was ever regarded as the hero he is today, there were prisons in which he unfairly lived in. He dwelled among others who had been made victims of their ancestors, and still they be punished to live in a hell that would roll over them for 15 more years. To Tation this was unfair; for this began 3 quarters of a century ago and was not his or nor any inmates fault. He decided that he would escape soon, and rescue all who had been trapped in the boxes.
Top the hill he would ago during times of little freedom and ponder over situations of valiance and more. And on one of these day, he was consulted by his friend Dop lé.
“Tation my dear friend, why do you choose to sit and ponder when you could do anything in this bewildered time of loosened chains?”, she Dop lé asked.
He only sat there for this moment, until he turned quick as fun times to face Dop Lé. “You are right… I mustn’t let this terror last no longer. I shall escape to the land of death and consult the Six to free these demeaned people. I will need travelers of sound mine and unholy strength.” And he sat up as wind flew by and ran down the hill to find such people.”
“But Tation,” Dop lé said. “how will you escape this foul land? Guards surround the area and will kill any who dare pass.”
He stopped in his tracks and thought an unspoken idea that had not been said since the 22nd century A.D. An idea so old and ancient that if it were to be spoken the world may crack and swallow all whole in one swoop. He could not of said it. No, please no. “Goodbye.”
…
The land began to shake as waters from a far rose and were visible. The structures of Bill Gates the Innovative, Albert Einstein the Intelligent, Michelle Obama the Caring, and Amelia Earhart were crumbling down before all to see. The inmates shouted and scattered as one enormous crack started to form below Tation's feet. Dop lé's expression said “See you again” but her body glows in a purple aura as she became incorporeal. She was not of carbon, but of anti-matter. Tation turned around and saw his friend go into the unknown, for she was a ghost.
“Goodbye Dop lé.” That accelerated the quake and the crack below expanded to 50 feet. And Tation dropped into the crack, never to be seen again for much time.
As the story goes, Tation spent a decade under the ground, ever searching for a way out. He would follow the sound of waters, and end up in an abyss. Then to see where the light comes from, but only darkness awaited him. He would battle monsters such as The Trump and find deceiving fairies like Clintonian H. that would lead down darker paths.
He often wondered how survived with the absents of food and water, but would learn much later why. All he knew that he was alive, or maybe not. This could be hell's trick to give you the idea that you'll escape, but never let you. Give illusions of the outside, then block them off as if it was our hero's fault. Tation thought this occasionally as he wondered though the rivers of rock. Though he could not let it get to him. He tried and tried to block this out, and did for some time. And on 3,651st day, he accepted that he was trapped to the mercy of hell.
This day he saw things he'd never encountered before. The rocks appear distorted and became monsters who wished to torture him. The caves became floods of blood that carried him to the pool of corpses where the never to be winded up. He tried so very hard to jump out, but he felt a hand on his leg. He looked down and saw himself covered in blood and eyes grouched from his sockets. Blood Tation dragged him further down into the pool and started to drown his body. Further and further he went until all went black, and the sensation of touch faded like melting butter.
He believed that his passage of becoming a spirit had been completed, but nigh this was not true. Opening his eyes, he realized that he was not engulfed by blood, but rather in air. The world was black as it had been sensing he began his journey, but there was a feeling of comfort that was in his heart. He found his self on foot with a ball of excited fire on his right, and an aura of grass on the other. Wondering what this could be, he jiggled his right arm and found that the fire moved with him. He tested this with his left, and the grass did the same. A blessing was bestowed upon him, but why?
He waved his right arm like the cackle of fire and circled the cave he was in, enlightening the whole place with a heavenly fire. He saw there were large torches meant for a giant to hold and lit them and they bursted at first and settled at second, keeping the light.
The cave was shining with diamond encrusted into the walls. It was a magnificent sight if not fantastical, but Tation must do more. He took the grass hand and motioned it forward to the diamond wall in front. And the aura zoomed to the wall! It did nothing but put on a show.
Adamant diamonds are nothing more then compressed rocks, he thought. And plants can break rocks, so I need to put in more power. Tation wished to break the diamond to create a break in the wall because he felt he needed to get passed. So he straitened up his body, and shot the aura in the middle of the diamond. The cave began to collapse on it self as he pushed harder It was mental game rather then physical. Tation remembered his duty to save the inmates of Malia and the fate of Dop lé. This was his mental break, and the aura grass grew in width, height, and length and it covered the entirety of the wall. The shine was blinding as he closed his eyes and rocks fell near him not on him.
Then he fell to the ground and all his energy began to return to his body. He breathed like a bull and he saw what he had accomplished. There was a breach about an inch taller then him that went all the way through to the diamond. He peeked to the end, but it all was a blur.
The fire and grass auras had retreated into his arms and they had a soft glow that soothed his body. They healed all damage from the last 9 years and 364 days. Never feeling better, Tation got up and went to The Cave of Adamant Diamonds.
The entrance he created was grand and shiny with the diamond appearing to leek out of the cave. As he went inside, he heard the sound of a laugh at the end. Which made him run down the path, for this sound could be his way out. The sleek, silky vibrations as he ran down the perfect rock was nothing to him. He could hear not of anything but that laugh. What is it?
When he reached the end there was a muse. A bright room with white tiles arranged in a pattern of six. One master circle embedded into the floor. And six chairs that lied above.
Tation attempted to see he whom sat on these chairs, but too high they were. “Come down from there you Gods of trickery!” Tation shouted. “Or I'll come up there and slain you for you wrong doings!” No one spoke and the laughing had diseased. Even though there was no sound, the room got quieter and quieter to darker. And the 6 chairs illuminated the darkened room, and there still was no body to greet Tation, but the voices speaking together. Each distinctly different on there own, and still in uni-sent. The voice ominous and petrifying at the same time. It was heard like an owl, cat, dog, hippo, snake, and dragon speaking human language all at once.
“TATION OF MALIA! YOU HAVE BEEN SENT THROUGH HELL, HEAVEN, AND EARTH OVER 10 YEARS. YOU DEFY ARE HOLYNESS AND SHALL BE PUNISHED EVER MORE. YOU SEEK REFOUNGE FOR YOUR TRAVELS AND HELP FOR YOU FELLOW INMATES. THOUGH YOUR JOURNEY HAS BEEN WITHOUT POINT. THE DEAL WAS SIGND 95 YEARS AGO AND SHALL END IN 5. YOU'VE GAINED POWERED BLESSED BY US, AND SEEK TO USE IT TO DESTROY US! WE GAVE YOU LIFE WITHOUT FOOD NOR WATER, AND THIS IS HOW YOU THANK US? NO. TATION, YOU WILL SPEND ONE-THOUSOUND MORE YEARS IN HELL. NO OTHER TO THANK BUT YOUR SELF. GOODBYE!”
Tation would not stand for this as the walls collapse for what the Gods thought was to send him back to hell. He summoned his fire and grass and boosted himself up towards the chairs of white. What he saw was nothing! They were not there!
“NO MORTAL SHALL EVER SEE US!”
Tation was not scare of what was to come, and did not speak. These Gods were right, he did attend to kill them. Though they were immortal, and he was not, life would always find a way. So he did the only thing he could do. Burn.
The collapsing room lit to a heat wave of fire as the chairs of Gods caught this now hell fire. They turned to crisp instantly and the white room became cinged in hell. Was this was the Gods had planned, to turn Tation into his own demise for hell? That was why he was given fire, but why grass? “YOU WILL BRING YOUSELF ONLY PAIN TATION. IT WAS FORETOLD LONG BEFORE YOU ANCESTORS WERE BORN. TATION THE IGNORENT SHALL ALWAYS BE AS SUCH. IF YOU DO AS SAID. ALL WILL BURN AS WELL AS THE ONES YOU WISH TO SAVE.”
He didn't listen and the fires screamed as he looked above and saw a crack. There was one mistake that the Gods made. And Tation told them. “Hey, you said goodbye.” The crack opened further and Tation flew above the chairs and through the crack. The fire followed him as he stopped expelling it, but it still came! He saw the light touch his face above him and he knew he was nearly done. He'd burned the home of Gods and all there was left was to escape. Up and up he went and then… he arose from the land and the crack began to seal. But the fire still came through the crack. He was where started in Malia in the outdoor prisons. He saw friends who had aged running away.
“Hell is coming!” one screamed as the fire exploded on the surface. And the trees and grass burned. All saw him as the devil. But then the crack closed and fire stopped. Tation landed on the ground with no fuego on him, but around it was. He sent the grass aura around the flame and dispelled and replaced it with grass. All was better, and the inmates came to him. And the same person who called him hell said, “Wait that's Tation. It's Tation! He's come back!” And the crowd cheered hoping he'd brought a solution to freedom.
He looked around and tried to spot Dop Lé, but she was gone. But that's not important now, he thought. Everyone expected him to speak and he did. “Hello, it is I Tation. 10 years ago I descended into the ground to escape this place and save you. But… I found Hell. I've fought monsters and Gods, but still do not how. Surviving 10 years about food nor water was unexpected, and it was for the better. I found what I seeked, and that was the Six. And with conflict, they gave me hope. A physical hope, and that was a way to free ALL OF YOU!” Everyone cheered again, but that got the guards' attention. In seconds they came.
“Hey, everyone back to your cells. Outside is done.” They were prepared to kill. But Tation walked up to them.
“No, it is your turn to got back to cells.”
“Boy,” he shot his gun, but not before it exploded in fire, knocking him back. Cheering broke out again and more guards came. This was what sparked a rebellion that would end all unfair slavery.
And Tation lived for a very long time, way after he ended the prisons. He became a legend for all regions of the world. There isn't a soul alive who doesn't know of Tation. Though I question if what he did was worth it. They would be freed in 5 years, but the war lasted 8. Causing death and destruction. It's only been 75 years since, and were still struggling from the war. I wonder…
“That's not how it happened at all!” a voice called out to me.
“Who are you?” I asked with fear in my voice.
“Someone who was there.”
“Then how are you alive?”
“Simple, it's only been a year. Your world is a fiction. The story, Malia, and even you aren't real. And even if you consider it to be true, that legend never happened like that. It leaves out so much and changed too much. There was no “Six” and Dop Lé. Tation was no hero, just a coward who was pushed on a journey. You left out the real people like Rama and Sylvia and others. Stop spreading this lie!” then the voice left and an object dropped to the floor. I picked it up, and it was a hat. No, a beret.
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