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This is the story I have created for an Enjin contest that is happening on Twitter. (
)https://twitter.com/enjin/status/1091154422741299200
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Please note that some parts or terms might be understandable only to someone who is introduced to the Enjin project. If you are not, I urge you to visit the links I have provided.
I hope that you are going to enjoy the story. :)
Throughout the whole universe, the fight was ongoing for ages. Two ever so opposite cosmic forces were trying to wipe each other out of the existence, but with little to no success. Even though very few were aware of them, their battle was affecting all inhabitants of the multiverse. Those who were aware would call them different names, but to the inhabitants of the planet called Earth, far on the border of the Milkyway galaxy, they were known as the Bull and the Bear, the eternal good and the eternal evil. When the evil was winning, there were severe droughts, crops were failing, the bags were heavier, and when the good was winning, everything was prosperous, crops were yielding, everything was green. Throughout the centuries many were trying to predict the ends of their battles and plan their lives and deeds based on that, but were they successful, no one could tell.
Somewhere on the Far East, as the inhabitants of the Earth would call it, in the small and solitary village, a little offspring grew.
His childhood was colored with all sorts of stories depicting the ancient and not so ancient battles, heroes and treasures that await those with the greatest courage and strongest will. He would often laugh at his grandpa and his remarkable love for snowflakes, who often told that the snowflakes are the tears from the Goddess, and are so beautiful that the melt of them is a murder, and he would often repeat the "Melt is murder". One story occupied his attention the most, and it was the story of an ancient Monolith. For many it was just a legend, but not for him. Every time he heard it, he was determined to find it one day and bless himself and his fellow villagers with endless treasures. As he grew his hearth was bitting for the adventure. He would train hard, he would beat dummies to the total destruction, rebuild them and then repeat the process. His childhood was one to wish indeed. Peace, abundance, and dreams were all that he knew. But the innocence of childhood was soon gone. Those lands were set ablaze by yet another long struggle. The war between several different tribes. He didn't have much choice but to join the local garrison and fight for his land. Soon enough, dreams were left behind, he said goodbye to his beloved mother and his village to walk the path of his own destiny.
Days were passing by, months and then years. He grew to be a formidable warrior. Many battles have made marks on his body and soul. The battles between the tribes were often meaningless, but who was he to question the decisions of the warlords, he was there to obey. "After all, the land and his loved ones were in question", he would say to himself when in doubt of his role in the world.
After some time, when the days seemed the same as every day before, and every day to come, hell was unleashed on the whole land. No one knew what was happening. The olds were speaking of an ancient prophecy. The disobedience of the tribes and their take on life for granted, and forgetfulness of the celestial beings was soon to be punished, they would say. But no one knew for certain what was happening. In the middle of the battle between the tribes, an unseeable force would swipe right through the ranks of every army and kill as many as hundreds. The armies were soon scattered, and many were fleeing from the battlefields and war.
What happened to that youngling that became a warrior? No one knew.
For the inhabitants of the planet earth, it was hell, for the universe? Something that was as old as the universe itself. One cosmic force against the other. The Good against The Evil. The Bull against the Bear. It just happened so that the ancient battle found its battleground on that small, seemingly innocent planet called Earth. The losses were huge already, but the words soon started spreading that the evil celestial energy was winning and the little of good energy that was left, was not so able to defend the inhabitants of the Earth. The year was 2018. The despair was among everyone. It all seemed lost, and the true evil was soon set free.
For those very few, the hope still remained. When all seemed lost, yet another legend was foretold. From the pits of that hell, a warrior would emerge, a Golden Warrior.
The one with the purest hearth and intentions. The one with the greatest courage. He will be the one to strike the final blow to the evil, to the beast..... to the BEAR! It was said that he is on a quest, that he is gathering artifacts, weapons, Archspires, wisdom and all that was said to be necessary.
But this couldn't be left unnoticed by the Bear.
The bear soon set on a search for that prophecized warrior. "How dare he even think of such foolishness", "I, The Almighty Bear, The everpresent Spirit, The Bull conquerer?" The Bear would roar in rage. Search was not an easy one. The warrior was cunning, he knew how to hide, and when to strike. It seemed that he had experience. The search between the two was ongoing for a whole year. Since the bear was prevailing on earth, the year 2018 became known as the year of Bear, and at that time a little bit of peace was restored to the lands. Those left alive were gathering of what was left and were rebuilding their lives with or without the loved ones, as the multitudes were speaking of the upcoming battle. It could be felt in the breeze, the people would say. It was prophecized that the battle will take place somewhere at the beginning of 2019.
And at last, the ancient evil that left so many worlds and souls in ruins, and the warrior have met face to face. The sky turned dark, and the battle started. The warrior, equipped with the finest weapons and items that could be found throughout the lands, OinKdrasdian, Archspires, charms of luck, scrolls and potions, stood firm and determined. At first, the Bear was playful and watched with joy how that pitiful warrior gave his very best, alas in vain. He was not a match for such force. After some time the Bear decided that the game was finished and the life of that warrior was close to an end. The strikes were given left and right, the blood was everywhere. The battle seemed so unfair. The bear was laughing while raising his arm to strike a final blow. The end of the world was to come. Time has almost stopped.......
But who was even that warrior? Where he came from? Why he didn't hide like everybody else? What was guiding him to the obvious suicide? Ahhh, indeed it was the one with the purest heart, will, and courage. The one that saw the hope where no one else could. In that short moment when time seemed stopped. He thought of his childhood, of the stories, legends, hopes, and dreams. But the most, he thought of his mother and village. He felt joy, he gave his best, so what if it's over? He was the winner on his own terms.
But the warrior was not all alone. Soon, what was left of that good, Bull spirit, entered the body and armor of the Earth's only hope. The Golden Warrior. The Golden Donny.
The Donny raised his hand and his mighty OinKdrasdain. The strike was stopped and the Bear was stunned. "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!", he would rage. Many fell victim under it, indeed. WHAT AND WHO IS THIS WARRIOR?!
The Donny soon got back on his feet, took his HODL shield, shrugged the pain and blood and charged the ever evil Bear. The strikes were given left and right, the cosmic energy and light were spreading from each strike, and without hesitation, Donny landed his final blow.
The bear was defeated. From that, such an explosion emerged. Everything that was in its vicinity was set flying for hundreds of meters. But not the Donny, the Donny stood there victorious, possessed with the spirit of the Bull.
Exhausted, he fell on the ground and was looking to the blue sky as a single snowflake fell on his cheek and instantly melted. "Hah, the melt is murder", he would remember with a smile on his face. As all seemed finished, he could see in the fog, right on the highest nearby hill, that something emerged... Something so familiar, yet so out of this world. Donny's eyes were almost in tears from that sight. It was it, the final reward, the final treasure.
The Monolith.
The world was saved and once again the peace fell upon the land. Warlords buried their weapons and the balance was restored. As for the Donny, he was celebrated in all corners of the Earth and was named The Golden Donny.
Time was passing by in peace. Earthlings were born and taught the stories of old and reminded that maybe, just maybe, the ancient evil was not entirely defeated. The bear can lose a battle, but not the war, and one should always be prepared because the evil is always watching.
First I would like to apologize for English mistakes. Even though I spent a lot of time adjusting the text there certainly are some mistakes as English is not my native language. I hope that you were not that bothered with it while reading.
At no better time has the competition for the golden Donny came to combine my passion for drawing and writing (All material including the drawings that are not mine, I have provided links). I hope that you enjoyed this story of struggle and victory as I did. I love to draw, and I love to write, though I don't claim that I am very good at it. I am very thankful to the Enjin team for giving us such a wonderful opportunity and for bringing us this magnificent project that is Enjin. Peace!
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https://enjinwallet.io/
https://enjinx.io/
https://twitter.com/enjin/status/1091154422741299200
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Please note that this takes a lot of my free time, and I would really appreciate any sort of your support so I could continue to do this. Whether commenting and advising on the plot or the drawings (All of the material that is not mine I have given the links in the description).
Thanks!
Material used:
https://www.jarrahotel.com/the-most-beautiful-rice-paddies.html
https://d-infinity.net/blog/clint-staples/oddities-battlefield
https://twitter.com/enjin/status/1059083125358297088
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