Bronze Abridged

Found an AI online made to summarize text 

The following is Bronze Lilly, a book I wrote as summed up by the machines. 

Chapter 1

The tale of how all Harmony came to know the man known as Armoured Eclipse, the knight of the sun and moon. In a town by the sea lived a boy named Bronze Lilly who would grow and change over a short time. Forced from his home scared and alone an unfortunate hero was he. Until a fierce storm but perhaps we should come to that later let us begin at his rebirth and try not to dwell on what he referred to as his death.

, I now bestow upon you the last of my powers, may death smile kindly upon me for this and set me down near my brethren.” And with that a strange light appeared to leave the being’s chest and strike down the boy who as at this point simply running towards the city of Vera. The being faded away with a simple smile and the place now free of his dark presence began to glow a brighter hue of ivory, making it go from surreal to unbelievable. Bronze wandered aimlessly through the woods fearing greatly what would become of him if they caught him.

The Being chained to the walls of this hidden chamber far below the labyrinthian caverns thought to be so safe children are allowed to explore it was a forgotten one. Beings of the divine race left behind over disagreements often petty in nature. “Remove my chains that I might make the word bow before my might once more.”   Corona demanded. Bronze mused sadly while sitting by the right foot of the deity. They sat in silence for days, awaiting the end.

Chapter 2

“was down in the darkness talking to the tall man with the weird name he said I had power from someone he knew so he’d give me more.”  Bronze mused aloud before a crow landed on his shoulder.

“What an odd question, I don’t think my previous meals asked me that.”  Nelsa said trying to understand the boy’s motives.

“It’s just that you’re very very hungry, I don’t think many people come up here, and there’s a whole city of mortals right there.”  Bronze pointed at the capitol below.

“Yes those are both true, but a demon is not trapped, I just don’t want to contend with the city guards.”  Nelsa explained.

“Okay I know this is some kind of trick to get away from me uneaten, but you’re making good points.”  Nelsa said as her crows placed Bronze down.

Do you know who is the top demon lord and how they’ve been operating, the name that fills the nightmares of children around the world?”  Nelsa questioned coming down to sit by her prey.

“I’ve been on this mountain far too long just explain it to me from the beginning.”  Nelsa said sternly though this was less intimidating than her previous questioning she was becoming more and more curious about the world she’d been ignoring for far too long.

“So just about every major demonic power has a cult now or just the big three?”  Nelsa questioned.

“That’s new, is this the new capital what happened to Rainbow valley, no demon could even get there.”  Nelsa questioned.

“In your honour I take the form of your race, may we meet again noble traveler.”  Nelsa said shifting into the form of a Moon Elf which confused Bronze, he didn’t know why she thought that was his race

Chapter 3

Cohorting with demons and gods out in the wilderness passed the time and allowed Bronze not to think about his life, his past, but now he was in a bustling city free from these outlandish danger and free to worry about more traditional fears, such as where his next meal would come from or where he’d go to flee from the rain.

I’d like some lunch and I’ve decided you look new in town.”  The man said simply.

Bron is an orphan. He was born in a village by the sea of the city of the village. He had been orphaned by the city. The orphanage was large to him, but dwarfed by many things. He walked up the six steps which lead to the entrance. A frail spindly lady dressed in a dress which he suspected was crafted from old curtains stood before him. She said in her quiet yet refined voice, the kind of voice which demanded respect and clearly didn’t need to waste time with any directions beyond something so simple as speak. “I need to be here, I’m an orphan,”  Bronze stated sternly as if trying to stop himself from showing signs of weakness. � “And you’re a moon elf no?”.

Bronze questioned while looking at his hands, his skin was now pale as the moon. “Oh that’s probably not good, I think I’m sick.”   Bronze explained. The Foyer of the Orphanage featured off white walls and several doors  and stairways leading in various directions. The floor featured a checkerboard designs of puke green and powder blue. The place smelled old, not the kind of old smell attics have which comes from years of dust and neglect, but the kind that comes from centuries of good days and bad days blood sweat and tears from the generations of lost children.

, don’t most of your kind use more traditional elf names?”   She asked. “My dad believed we’d never have humans and Elves getting along if we kept acting better than everyone else, so naming me was a part of that.” Bronze explained.“If elves are as smart as they say you should be useful around here at least,” Lady Spider said shaking the young elf’s hand leading him up several flights of stairs then pulling him into a room. ‘We exist for all our children, welcome to the Spider house.’.

She said before leaving. Bronze looked around the room amazed by how clean it was. This cleanliness and the darkness convinced him no one else lived in the room though this was wrong.

Bronze and Peat met in a room with two sets of bunk beds. Peat crawled around the elf and sniffed at it like he were a dog meeting a new friend. “You’ve got funny ears, I like them.”  Peat said with a friendly grin.

ECHO ECHO

Southern Wind

Drought from year to year, rainfall was a thing of the past. The desert sprang up over night but seemed unending. Many died but most lived by partaking of the demon fruit grown from the loan tree remaining in the garden of darkheart castle.

Nalgrow was a strong leader in a time of need through his blood sweat and tears the tree lived and thus many paid him tribute. While most demons fed on souls he fed on memories and hundreds gave up their pasts so that everyone could have a future. But it is said one person regretted losing their past and became something greater than a person something closer to a god. No one seemed to know who was this mysterious voice in the desert but he clearly detested the Demon King, despite not striking him down. The Southern Wind was fury, justice and a dust storm masked as a person. His form hidden by the sands he blew around leaving only a voice and a power, a power which demanded respect and a voice which often settled disputes among the local violates bringing justice on a small scale.

ECHO ECHO

Bird

The small bird sat upon the shoulder of the young lady like a pirate’s parrot. It was asleep, scarcely if at all aware of the proceedings the girl occupied her time with, the inventions not yet understood by their inventor. The dangers not yet concerning to the endangered. Life was that strange peace which exists on the edge of tragedy, the quiet before the Storm solidified into an entire way of being. Adina and her bird were happy.

ECHO ECHO

Dead Sky

Red was born to a noble house of wind weilders, they commanded the weather and due to this their nation flourished with beautiful crops, famine was a legend of the time before the Sky family joined Harmony. His father was the Northern Wind at the time, a title given to the strongest wind weirder in the family. Expectations for Red were high everyone believed he would be the one to inherit his father’s title. Everyone except him, he knew from an early age he struggled to use magic, rather than waste his time looking for answers he from the age of six faked it. Reports of how he managed this vary with some claiming he used cursed and enchanted artifacts others claiming he bribed cousins, he himself once mentioned an elaborate pulley system with thin strings to give the illusion if him knocking things over with wind while forming out of the house. The truth was unknown to his father until Red was in his early twenties. At which point he was exiled from their home. He was told by his own father “You’re dead to me, and I wish you were dead to the world,” so Red obliged this request in his own way. From then on no one spoke of Red Sky, the disgraced nobleman but the legends of Dead Sky the cunning mercenary began. Those in need of a fighter or a guard of exceptional quality could hire the man who grew up facing Wizards with such fearlessness they thought him a master of an element from pure unflinching determination and ingenuity. When he was hired for a mission, things got done. I wasn’t always accomplished in an expected way, but it was accomplished. Dead Sky knew how to win in impossible situations and he didn’t know fear or honour, nothing held him back.

ECHO ECHO

Serpentine Sands

Lotan sat upon his throne watching his creations struggle in veign before snapping his fingers causing them to burst into flames. “One day I’ll come for her,” he mused aloud while picking up his chalice filled with a black liquid. “Your majesty,” Nalgrow said while entering the royal chamber. “Why do you tread these ground, sand fiend?” Lotan questioned. “I’ve come to request passage to the Ether,”. Nalgrow stood at attention like a loyal soldier. “Your creative, I don’t need to grant you the ability to transit. Find your own way,”. Lotan the king of demons spoke to the demon lord. Nalgrow merely bowed and left to plot his next course of action and contact the small cult he was forming.

ECHO ECHO

Always More

There’s always more to explore. More story to tell. Let’s begin this next one at the bottom of a well. Like a coin tossed aside, sacrificed for a chance of a hope. So she named herself Wish, she climbed the slick cold cobblestone soaked with the copper filled waters which were frequently pelted with tokens of desire. For years the coins bounced off her soft flesh, her suffering went unnoticed, but no more. She would be seen she would be heard she would be her. Wish was, and no one could take that from her.

ECHO ECHO

Water Arrow: The Silenced

There was a queen fare and bright, hair of blue and eyes of grey. Queen Water Arrow was wise and ready to sacrifice for her Kingdom at a moment’s notice. Her whole life was was sacrifice. From the time her father raised her and her sister to marry noble families. Her sister Canary Arrow eventually married the head of the Blaze family, one of the most noble of houses in the kingdom. Water Arrow at the time hoped this meant she’d be free to live out her dreams of singing, changing hearts and minds with music. Then she was married to the prince Blue Storm. She grew to love him as she was given a level of freedom previously unimaginable in exchange for assistance with a few odd research projects. She was trained in history, lost languages, and all manner of magic all to make her more attractive to potential suitors. This knowledge was clearly what first attracted Blue, who often relied on her insight in his investigations of the old kings.

One fateful night her husband left to see his extended family atop Mount Grey he and his cousin Crow Storm were the only survivors. Neither said a word of what befell them that cruel night. In private Crow gave one warning to the queen. “Should tragedy strike the Blaze Family fear your king for he has lost himself. From then on the king demanded he be called Dark Storm, going so far as to alter leagal documents so all references to him were by his new name. Dark Storm trusted the queen with ruling the nation as he vanished frequently, months at a time between sightings. One day Water Arrow confronted her husband on his lack of commitment to the crown. She was cursed that night never to speak again or face tragedy. Whenever she attempted to voice her opinion explosions would happen all around her. Leaving her beautiful voice locked away forevermore. Water Arrow, the silent queen ruled until the age of Blaze.

ECHO ECHO