Lament of the Indigo Moon- Prelude Preview!

[W'Kar]

I have decided to write at least the prelude, the starting story of GWOTG. I've always felt that the true introduction sequence should have been with Ira, so I am going to write up that story. If everyone likes it, I'll continue and rewrite more and more of the fic.

So here goes....

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May 17, 1967

Shiocton, Wisconsin

“Hey! Hand it over!” Emily shouted over to Ira. They sat down next to each other in the woods just north of the town. Small town, small atmosphere. Nothing like what these two wanted. The cliff they sat on with the rest of the party overlooked a valley and a lake, and this party had just started.

Ira finished the drag on the rolled up joint and passed it over to Emily. Both girls wore bell bottoms that had flower patterns on them, a beige peasants shirt and Ira wore a bandana. “Sure, here!”

Emily took the joint and inhaled a deep hit that made Ira laugh and lean back. The Doors were playing on the radio where Justin left his car door open. It had been over an hour, and Ira was wondering if someone else was going to have to jump his car off in the morning when we all left. The High School graduation class pretty much all ran out here after the ceremony and were partying it up. Likely the man knew they were there, but god willing they would do nothing to stop them.

“So, where you going?” Emily turned to look at Ira lying down, her red hair forming a kind of halo around her head.

“Not sure, I’m thinking back to school.”

“**** that! Go out west. That’s where I’m going. California. Sunshine, beaches, and a party every night,” Emily says laughing and leaning back on her left hand.

Ira laughed and took the joint back. “I was thinking art school. Maybe advertising, photography, something like that.”

“Sounds groovy, but why so soon?”

“Why not?”

“Sounds lame.”

“HA!” Ira laughed out. The two of them laughed for a good while looking off to the right. There were probably three dozen people here, just having a good time. Ira and Emily joined in dancing and getting wasted for the night.

It was only later that evening when Ira was sitting on the hood of a Nissan Cedric when a flash in the sky turned the kids heads to the side.

“What was that?” Emily asked looking at the sky with Ira, both of which slid themselves off the hood of the car.

Ira looked up with keen interest. In the sky was a massive pulsing light of red and green seemingly getting far larger. She could hear a ruckus as the ground below her began to shake. It was like fire in the sky. No plane was that size, that she knew of anyway.

“Let’s go!” Ira said hopping into the car. Emily was quick to follow and the two started the engine in the chaos and commotion of running children. She turned the key, started the car, and started driving through the path that led out of the woods. Beside her many people were either running, or driving in their own cars which were filled to the brim with other people.

Behind her, Emily turned in the car to look as some giant hunk of something slammed down far off. A wave of dust flew into the air, and water spray was seen as a shockwave spun Ira out of control and the car slid hood first into a tree!

Ira awoke later to a daze. Her eyes felt as though they were doing circles in her skull and she opened them only to see a faint blur of the dashboard. She could hardly concentrate as she touched the door and began fumbling for the handle. Opening it she fell out splashing against the soft mud. She sat there for a moment breathing deeply. Her breath creating shapes to her spinning eyes. When her vision had cleared for the most part she grabbed ahold of the door and pulled herself to her feet.

Ira looked inside of the car to see some blurry figure dressed in red. Was it Emily? The daze was still affecting her. But Ira did not notice right away that her feet had taken her away from the vehicle and closer to the lake. It all happened so quickly. But the blur had started to subside. She was moving faster than she usually was. Ira fell on a piece of cold metal.

When she finally had the strength to open her eyes again Ira was staring at the oddest thing she had ever seen. She wasn’t sure what to make of the odd circular object in front of her. It was glowing ever slightly. She was wet and Ira wiped her head with her hand and saw a huge splash of blood on it as she reached for the object and touched the light. Pain shot through her. An agony far more poignant than the head wound. And she looked down into the water to see herself.

Her face was covered in pale white flesh that had blue muscle under it. The odd thing she saw earlier was in her head, which was completely covered.

Ira, in shock, fell back and splashed into the water. To her surprise she heard no sound and little to no disturbance in the water. But her reflection was there. Two pink eyes stared into hers and seemed to burn her own. She kept trying to breathe but felt no rise in her chest. Only a cold chill as two parts of her face shot silent air from them.

“What, am I?” she said aloud. Her voice did not come from her lungs or throat. She felt nothing of the air that normally passed through her mouth and over her tongue. Only a sample of what her voice really was mixed with a screech or maybe a moan like a radio.

Ira looked around at her surroundings. Everything seemed so odd to her, as though it wasn’t even her eyes looking around. She could see behind her, far away, and even sense the creatures around her.

The object she stood in was massive. Green walls were cracked and fell over collapsing onto the ground. It seemed as flesh rotting away. A large open space lay before her amongst the odd colored water floor where she saw a large orb placed on the wall, not unlike the own in her head.

“Where, am I?”

Memories were hard to grasp onto as Ira struggled amid panic and curiosity. It was then that the light began to wrap around the inner circle of the odd metallic orb and her mind was bombed with thoughts and memories.

She saw a figure that looked much like her, no, five figures. One held a blue object much like the one she had. It was different, very different. It had a blue and red swirling orb in the center of it. They looked to eachother and Ira knew they were speaking. Jumbled, broken.

<”Ai-Talis…the warrior……..guyver. Most Powerf… dangerous mistake. Dead…… wandering the system waiting and watching…. The guyver… enhanced models for protection and use in case……. Danger. Chronos….. Alkanphel…… form of weapon…… forgiveness. Grend and I seperat….. home…. Consequences…. Disposal and destruction of it impossible to det….. containment the only…………. Greatness. Never again merge one…. Element.”>

It was all she got amid the blurring images of creatures, people. A golden man. A scream and destruction.

[guyverfanatic]

Sweet! I can't wait to see more!

[Aranor]

Cool. It would be kinda nice to see more of the story from the perspective of other characters. Kinda like the way Robert Jordan writes the wheel of time series.

[W'Kar]

I would do 1st person perspective, but the plethora of characters would mean I would either have to switch perspectives constantly, or not show alot of scenes.

[Juggernought]

Ha, always good seeing old Puff the Magic Dragon.

But definately got my attention on this one ma man...

[Mad_W'kar]

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[W'Kar]

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Alright, added a little more up there for ya... chill.

[xtro guyver]

Nice I look forward to reading the rest of the story

[guyverfanatic]

WE WANT MORE

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Alright, added a little more up there for ya... chill.

Cool. Can't wait to see the finished product.