[Falsum]

Well, i've had this story brewing in my head for awhile. I've thought out the entire story, and outlined it all, but the real work is translating my outline to words. This thread is the FanFic itself, (really more of a ficitonal story but whatever), and it will be long running, so enjoy!

Synopsis: Four young men, (based on real people), are transported to one of my favorite time periods, the Three Kingdoms Era in ancient China. The story starts around the year 190CE, and all events after their arrival are completely fictional, and some facts may be warped to better fight the story, but that's fiction, so... hah hah...

please read, and please critique and comment! Thanks in advance!


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Sky Piercer
By Chris_Falsum

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Chapter One: Arrival

He opened his eyes...

A calm sky with lazy clouds drifting slowly across his field of vision awaited him.
A cool breeze ran across his face, he grinned in the serenity of it all...

"Hey, you alright?" A young man whose voice he was all to familiar with
called out to him from his left. Not wanting to tear his eyes away from the blissful ignorance
the sky had granted him, he continued to stare up, until the young man's face invaded his view.
"Hmph." The young man grunted. Sitting up, he turned to look at the young man.
"Yea, I'm fine. You? Anyone else here?" he diverted his gaze to behind the young man. Two other
young men he knew very well were standing back there.
"You guys alright too?" he asked them.
Silently, they nodded in reply.
After a couple seconds of silence, he asked what was on all four of the young men's minds.

"Where are we? and what happened?"

No one answered.

No one knew.

"Ah... Shit." he sighed dejectedly. He began to think back, what was the last thing he remembered?


He was sitting at the table during lunch break.

"It was all normal then, right?" He asked the others. They all nodded in agreement.

He was sitting at the table during lunch break. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Nathan was on his
left like always, and John was on his right. Daniel was passing through on the way to class, he
didn't have lunch with the other three. All of them were in light spirits, cracking jokes and
just passing the time freely before they had to go back to the drudgery of class.


He thought and thought, what had happened?
"Shit." he said plainly. "We don't know what happened do we? We were just sitting there, and then
when we opened our eyes, we were here weren't we?"

"Looks like it." John replied.

"Well fuck, lets try and find out where we are first." he replied back.
After he stood up, he nodded at Nathan, Daniel, and John. It seemed that they were only ones
there. If anyone else were magicked to this place, they weren't in the immediate area. They began
to walk off to his left. They didn't really have a plan, they were just walking to see if they
could discern where they were.

"Well this sure as hell ain't Houston." he said, looking around. It was too quiet from the giant
metropolis they had come from. It was a light forest, with trees and shrubs all around,
and much colder than they were used to.

"Really? I thought I was still at school." Nathan replied with perfected sarcasm.
He started to laugh, he did see that coming. It was getting brighter from one direcion, and the
brush was starting to thin out.

"I guess we are getting to the edge of the forest." John observed.

"No joke." he replied back.

All four boys stopped dead in their tracks, and looked foward.

"Was that someone yelling?" Only Daniel managed to speak. Yell was really an understatement.
What they had heard was more like a roar, booming out in a coarse and enraged tone. The four
young men crept to the edge of the forest and peered out from behind a thick bush.

"This definitely isn't Houston," he said, laughing. On the left, were towering brick walls with
towers at even increments. There, archers with crossbows stood ready side by side with
no room on either side of any man. In the middle of the wall was a great gate, as big a house,
with a sort of covering on the top. Under the covering stood a man in some sort of colorful
robe, staring down. Following the robed man's gaze, he saw another man, whose appearance was
the very opposite of the man on the gate. Striding proudly on his horse, arrayed in full
battle armor. In one hand was a long, bloodied spear, in the other, the reins of the horse.
A large amount of bodies flanked him on either side, and a regimented, uniformed army stood
behind him. Standing in ranks calmly and silently, the soldiers awaited a battle. The man on the
horse, however, was the source of the noise. He was yelling at the man on the gate.

"Coward! Swine! Come down here to meet your death!"


"A siege," the young man said. "This is a siege, right?"
Without getting an answer, he saw in front of him a spear, still held tightly in the hands of a
soldier. Wresting the spear from the dead soldier's hands, he stood up.

"Well you're not gonna need this anymore," he said to the soldier. He turned to Daniel, Nathan,
and John.

"So let's just jump on in and see what happens," he said with conviction. Turning back around he
gripped the spear in both hands and leveled so that the spearhead was eye level. Taking a deep
breath, he started sprinting foward.

"W-Wha... Where are you going? You're going to get killed!" John stuttered out after him.
Although he was worried, he was also sensible enough to not go out there. John turned to look at
Nathan and Daniel. They too, were completely struck by surprise.

He keep running straight for the man on the horse.

Just a couple more seconds, he wished in his mind. Don't turn to me, don't turn to me...
When it was apparent that even if the man on the horse noticed him, it would be too late, he
smiled.

"GOOD-NIGHT!" he roared, and he jumped with all his might. Bringing the shaft of the spear to
his head, he angled the point right for the head of the man on the horse, and thrust it foward
as fast as he could.

Although shocked by the sudden arrival of what the man guessed as an enemy, his body remembered
combat experienced and learned reflexes, and he tried to lean back out of the way.

Although missing the head, the young man still pierced the front of the man's throat. It was
fatal, but not instant. Landing a couple of feet past the horse, and glancing back, he knew
that the blow did not kill him, and that he could still be stabbed. Without thinking, he quickly
recovered himself, and, stepping towards the man on the horse, swung the spear with his entire
body to the bleeding man on the horse. He misjudged the length of the spear and the shaft hit
the man directly on the arm. However, the man on the horse was still stunned at the sudden blow
that he lost balance and fell off the horse. The man hit the ground hard, and the young man
wasted no time. He grabbed the spear a few feet behind the spearhead, and stabbed it into the
older man's eye. The young man started laughing again. Pulling the spear out, blood began to
pour out of the man's eye, and the lifeless held rolls to the side, a look of surprise and
anguish still on his face.

Clank. A spear from the army that had backed up the man on the horse clatered to the ground. All
of the soldiers were in awe. How? How could their commander be killed so easily by a young man?
The young man pivoted his head to look at the soldiers, his arms hanging by his side casually,
with one hand holding a spear. One soldier on the front lines lost his composure and, with a
yelp stiffled by terror, turned and forced his way through the formation completely broken.

The other soldiers turned to look at the fleeing soldier, now wavering themselves, until a
soldier on the front line was pierced through the throat in one swift thrust. Turning back in
terror, the other soldiers could handle the pressure no longer. They too, began to rout.

The young man, pulling his spear out of the recently killed soldier's throat, began to run and
roar as loud as he possibly could, chasing the routing soldiers. Wildly swinging his spear left
and right, he rampaged like a barbarian through the soldiers. Cleaving in and out of the mass of
bodies, he cut a bloody swath leaving only bodies and blood behind him. Finally, when he was out
of breath, and his muscles could barely move, he stopped pursuing the soldiers, who by now had
completely scattered in every direction except towards him. He rested the spear on his shoulder,
and he walked back to the town, following the path of bodies. When he finally reached the
giant walls, John, Nathan, and Daniel all rushed out to him.

"You see that? You saw that right? Oh HELL yea!" He shouted with the utmost pride in his voice.

"I don't believe it man, that was crazy!"

"That was freaking awesome!"

The four young men cheered excitedly, until the sound of the great gate creaking open caused
them to stop and turn to look at the gate. The robed man that was on top of the gate earlier
strode out to them. A man directly behind the robed man held an umbrella covering the colorful
man. Behind the umbrella bearer and on either side walked two more men holding great flags.
One read "Honorable Han Fu", and the other "Magistrate of Ye".

"China..." the young man muttered quietly, "Ancient China... that's where we are..."