-1I can’t believe I’m posting this story. This is one of the first books I’ve ever written. Actually, second to be exact. And it was the biggest book I had until I started writing LLH. It’s kind of crappy, so don’t be mad at me and be all discouraged thinking I’ve lost some of my skill, because I haven’t. This was the type of stuff I was into when I first started writing. Hope you guys enjoy, and at least try to stifle your laugh as you read pure crap.

Zinabe: Bloodline

Intro

Years ago, on a distant planet named Zinabe, and on a continent called Gale (A continent that is as big as all of Earth’s continents combined), there had been nothing but evil. Humans, Winglys, Hulytes, and Talits, could not stop this impenetrable force of darkness. They were to scared to try. Everybody had lived serving monsters, or very evil men. They had been slaves to all their whims, and if you had disobeyed, your punishment was worse than death. You would be wishing to die before and after the torture had concurred.

The monsters and evil men had kept the species separate, just so that nobody would get any wise ideas. This had been so since the later years of living things of the planet. Nothing had happened that was this bad since Yogachef had ruled. However, after seven hundred years of living like this, something had happened.

Seven people of different species had come and single handedly defeated the rein of all terror of evil in a couple of years flat. At first, the monsters had thought that the people were just a nuisance, and would be disposable soon, but they were wrong. They had helped release the species and helped everyone get along to build many cities. They had kept all armies of monsters away from ever touching another person again.

The Trukë, the new force of monsters, or so they called themselves, had seven wars with the same seven people. Soon, the courageness had rubbed off onto everyone else around, and people of all species had helped pitch in, and made an army of their own. After three years of warfare, Trukë had finally given up. The people had lived happily ever after. On the other hand, so they thought.

Soon, the Trukë had gathered as many people as possible. They sent small armies to fight four years later, but only a couple people would die out of 70,000 during each battle. The species were getting a lot stronger, and the monsters had knew this.

One day the heroes that the people had gotten to love, and the ones they called gods, had suddenly disappear. Some say that they had gone home, while others say that they had been kidnapped and the Trukë had taken them hostage. People didn’t know what to believe, but they had never been seen again.

After that, the monsters had started taking refuge, little by little with their new, strong leader Zarig.

Forty years after the disappearance, the story starts with a troubling young boy, named Clay. A trouble making, sixteen-year-old boy, who discovers what has happened to these people, and more.