Through the vast trees and shrubs the boy saw a hand out of the earth grasping the air.
Frighten he ran back to his hut off the coast of the Underkingdom Plains. There his dad
was carving a spear. He moved his hand slowly down the piece of wood, pushing his fingers
to guide the blade. The boy told his father of the hand and the movement as its fingers
clutched an invisible entity.
His father alarmed, pulled out his venomed dagger and followed the boy to the place of the
occurrence. Looking past the shrubs the medium built, husky man laid down his dagger and
approached with caution. Thoughts rushed through the man's head and he decided to unearth
the hand. To his surprise as he dug, the hand touched his skin, feeling his hairs on his
arms and his shirt made of wyvern skin.
The hand was alarming to the man, but he kept on digging revealing an arm, and a shoulder,
slowly he used his fists to unearth the remaining part of the body, revealing a man. His
eyes were pale white, and there was a green slim all over his face. Carved into his
forehead was, "Veritos Vos Liberabit" which means The Truth will set you Free!
Who are you? The boys father asked. Spitting the slim out of his mouth, the man said, I am
GenerationX! I come here reborn out of the depths of hell the sins I washed away. Pure and
true I stand before you. Eyes wide the boys father bent down on his knees and prayed to
the ghods in small intervals at a low whisper of a sound.
GenerationX made his way out of the earth, and stood on the ground. Today I voul to uphold
my righteous and say good-bye to my sins forever. The man and his boy were looking at the
red glow from the whole, you could hear thousands of screams, the boy walked over and took
a peek down. It was Hell! The boys hair turned white, and the soul was ripped out of him
by the devil himself for angels are hard to find. GenerationX shouted out into rage,
"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He looked to the heavens and raised his hands, and spread his
fingers, his knuckles snapped and his teeth grinded together, at that moment the spirit of
virtue and freedom entered his soul and his neck turned to the hole that had captured the
young boys spirit. Looking down his eyes bulged and glowed blue. His body was surrounded
by an ominous white light and he screamed sounds of the forgotten, and of the wrongly dead
into that hole. The scream was heard Throughout Underkingdom and into the glaciers of Axe,
and down the desert of Leng, into the depths of Oak, and around the dungeons and houses of
Kesmai it rang, it sounded, with it the wicked left, the helpless were helped, the weak
were made strong and the boy's soul was returned to his body. GenerationX's eyes sat
starring motionless, as the dirt was sucked back into the depths of hell and the hole was
covered.
This is the rebirth of the Generation which is known as X, this is the today and the
tomorrow, and the past and future. Take it as you may, but do not live in doubt. For my
words speak still and are heard by many.
GenerationX of The HOOD Guild
The New Generation is Upon Us.