"Well, it certainly didn't take long for them to catch on that there's an intruder here," Tran muttered to himself. "Then again, it's not everyday that the queen's crown gets stolen from right on top of her head." He dashed down the hallway, not making a sound. Up ahead, he heard some guards running from one of the intersecting hallways. He reached over to his hand, found the tattoo he wanted, and traced it with his finger.
The guards rounded the corner seconds after he disappeared from view. They ran right past him as he huddled against the wall. After they were a good distance away, Tran continued his silent, and now invisible, run. He didn't have to look down at his arm to know that the tattoo was gone. Not that he had the option to anyway, seeing as even he couldn't see himself.
He ran down the rest of the hallway and entered one of the rooms he had visited before his daring heist, and ran over to a barrel, reaching in for the rope he had previously put in there. It would be a little difficult to escape from the third floor of the palace without it. "I thought I put it right underneath the shield with the lion," he murmured to himself.
"You did," came a voice from not too far away.
"Show yourself!" Tran demanded; he really needed to get out of the habit of talking to himself while he was hiding.
"You first," came the reply.
Dang, thought Tran, for if he couldn't see himself, he couldn't find and trace the tattoos that he needed. Seeing no other alternative, he released the spell that kept him hidden from sight.
"Ah, one of the ink clan, I see, how interesting. That explains a lot. I thought I sensed someone messing with my stuff up here, so I decided to check it out, I'm glad I did, Tran," The location from where the voice emanated started to materialize and Tran saw a man in shiny full plate emerge from the shadows, the image of a half sun and half moon imprinted on his tabard that lay on top of his mail.
"How do you know my name, I don't recognize you," Tran was somewhat freaked out now.
"Oh, we know a lot about you, and all the little things you and your posse have stolen. Magical weapons from the local blacksmiths, magical apparel from different shops around the kingdom, even the mundane ingredients required for transformation potions. We know all about you, and your attempts to break into the royal vault. All you needed was one of the crowns, am I correct?"
Man, this guy was good. "Well, yeah, I guess if you want to look at it that way. Mind you, we still have to break in."
"Ha! Don't make me laugh, Tran, we know that you're coming, and we'll be prepared. However, if you give the crown back, maybe we'll let all the other minor inconveniences slip our mind."
"Maybe? Is that the best you can offer me? Just a 'maybe' won't cut it. And I wouldn't give it back, even with an assurance of acquittal." Tran could sense a change in the atmosphere as he made this statement.
"Very well, then, Tran. Seeing as you have no place to run, I will give you a moment to repent of your crimes before I dispense justice upon you." He walked over to be in front of the door, hands together in an at-ease position.
Well, this is a new predicament. There really wasn't much that Tran could do, any sort of movement would set this guy after him. However, if he could make it to the window before this other guy here, maybe... just maybe.
"Time's up. Tran, you are hereby accused of robbery in the first degree, and I am obligated to bring you in, dead or alive. Guess which one I'm doing." He raised his hand and started moving it in a way that Tran recognized.
Why is it always the fireball first? Tran ran as quickly as his feet would carry him towards the window, as the armored man laughed in the pleasure of knowing that his quarry was going to be fried in just a moment.
Tran covered his face as he jumped through the window, fireball exploding right behind him. The blast sent him propelling further than he expected. Not a problem, he quickly rolled up his sleeve and traced another of his tattoos, summoning a large eagle from it's natural habitat, and while the eagle couldn't bear his full weight, it definitely did slow down his fall tremendously as he hung on to it's talon.
He released the eagle while he was only a few feet from the ground, and landing on the ground, he started running.
"After him!" came the shout from the window.
Tran smiled as he jumped over a short wall and entered the city. He pulled his hood up over his face and took a quick look at the crown in his bag. Just one final step before he would be known as the best thief in the entire world.
(hey-o everyone, finally have a real length story for ya ;) I understand that yesterday's stories are a bit difficult, but please do guess. I'll give you a hint, while they might not be built around an exact story or movie, they certainly were inspired as such, and one or two of them are actually rather cliche. Anyway, keep the guesses coming in!
Also, I should be getting a those guest stories in any day now, so you guys can look forward to those. Hope your Wednesday is awesome! Peace)
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
something new for tonight.
So, I've been getting pretty good at writing long winded stuff, so instead of doing that again, I'm gonna practice some brevity. Now, what I'm going to do is write several seven word stories. But wait, that's not all! To make sure that I'm getting the proper point across, I'm going to have you all try and guess what it is that I'm talking about/what's the story? Leave a comment with your guesses, if you guess the most correctly, I'll make you the next character in one of my feature length stories. You might even be a main character *wink wink, nudge nudge*. Anywho, it's possible you might be able to persuade me to have a story style of your choosing (I do need the practice). The end of the guessing is 11:59, my time (Pacific), on September 2nd.
So, without further ado, let us begin! Now...
1. Helmets rolling, scaly tail, crown, victorious return
2. Running, secrets, suits, old cars, gun, bang
3. Teleport, new, strange, life threatening, return, record
4. Seek, energy, shape, release, explosion, death
5. Dry, desolate, poison, rasp, lonely, hungry, dead
(wow, two that ended with death right in a row! Morbid!)
6. Dame, busted in, no games, smoke, clue
(and the last one!)
7. Killer owls, take everything, unwanted, alone, revenge
Well, there's the seven, good luck! Oh, there's also no limits on guesses, though someone else does have to guess after your last guess before you can guess again. Thank, glhf!
So, without further ado, let us begin! Now...
1. Helmets rolling, scaly tail, crown, victorious return
2. Running, secrets, suits, old cars, gun, bang
3. Teleport, new, strange, life threatening, return, record
4. Seek, energy, shape, release, explosion, death
5. Dry, desolate, poison, rasp, lonely, hungry, dead
(wow, two that ended with death right in a row! Morbid!)
6. Dame, busted in, no games, smoke, clue
(and the last one!)
7. Killer owls, take everything, unwanted, alone, revenge
Well, there's the seven, good luck! Oh, there's also no limits on guesses, though someone else does have to guess after your last guess before you can guess again. Thank, glhf!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Another day, another dollar
The heat from the explosion was right in Hinji's face. That was too close. He looked at his opponent. There he was, standing all smug, with the crowd cheering for him, the girls crazy over him, and perfect grades in all his classes. These duels were a normal part of mages school, and while it was nearly impossible to die in one, that didn't mean that one's ego was left unharmed.
Suddenly, Schorn's hands started moving again. What spell would it be this time? Hinji studied his motions and sounds closely. He couldn't quite make out the incantation, but there was no mistaking the gestures made. He stood still and quickly started chanting and doing his own hand motions. He timed it just perfectly, and they both finished the same spell at the same time. It was now up to who was the better caster. A glow of magic was visible between them as their spells collided, and hinji's counterspell ate up Schorn's spell.
Schorn, shocked, started casting another spell, obviously focusing on casting it to the best of his abilities. Hinji watched and smirked as he recognized the motions for one of the first spells ever taught to those of magical ability. He wouldn't even need to bother with a counterspell for this one.
"... jantou..." part of Schorn's incantation came through. Wait, though Hinji, that's not part of the light spell. It was then that he found himself caught in the heat of another fireball. This time, it hit him directly.
Several minutes later, he awoke staring one of the healer students in the face. He looked past her shoulder and saw Schorn waving and taking in the cheers of the small crowd that had come out to see this duel. Hinji hated dueling class.
Schorn walked over to him, and, extending his arm, said "Good match, Hinji, I wouldn't have had you unless I learned how to change up my motions a bit." So that was how he did it! Of all the dirty tricks in the book... Hinji fought the rising anger, kept a straight face, and replied with "It'll only work for you once, next time I'll be watching for it." A gleam of rivalry shot between them as their glances intensified for a split second, but Schorn walked away within the heartbeat, and quickly wrapped his arms around his girl, Scarla.
Up until this point, Hinji had tried his hardest to beat Schorn, the school's favorite student for the past three years, but apparently he wasn't trying hard enough. In a fit of rage, he ran off the field and into the school. Taking corners here and there, not paying attention to where he went, he quickly realized he was becoming lost, and quite rapidly, but he didn't care. He flew by teachers, ran down dark hallways, and finally stopped when the hallway he had chosen by chance stopped at a dead end. He would have turned around, save for the giant doorway that was in front of him. Well, not so much the doorway, but the actual door. It had two torches on each door, and each torch burned a different color, one blue, another yellow, a red, and a green.
As he approached, the torches all turned black, and he pushed the doors open. Inside were nothing but piles of books. The room seemed to stretch for forever, and Hinji quickly picked up the nearest book and read the first line, and that was when he lost track of time. He spent days there without food, water, or sleep. Tome after tome contained such secrets. Ways to make your foe do as you pleased, torture spells, spells to bring back the dead, even a spell to summon a demon. While there weren't very many spells that he could understand how to cast, there was one that he felt like he needed.
He finally found his way back to the hallways. He ran around lost for awhile until he heard the commotion of footsteps and talking, and ran into a group of teachers and students who were apparently looking for him. He gladly followed them out of the maze of hallways and with haste made straight for the cafeteria. After ten minutes of scarfing down anything and everything, he retreated to his bunk, and restlessly slept til the next day.
He woke up that morning, going about his usual tasks and classes, but he was very anxious for duel class. He couldn't wait to go up against Schorn again, for this time, he had a little trick of his own up his sleeve.
He made it through conjuration, managed to not sleep through divination, and finally made it to dueling. He was quick to pull Schorn aside, "I'll be your opponent today, Schorn," he said with as much of an naturally pleasant smile as he could pull off.
Schorn, evidently somewhat dumbstruck by the suddenness of the challenge replied with a simple "Ok," and held quite a dumb expression on his face.
Only one pair of combatants could be in the duel arena at a time, and thus Hinji waited. Fireballs were thrown, lightning bolts were released, and one student even managed to turn the playing ground into mud. Hinji smirked, as all of these meager spells were nothing to the spell that he had just recently learned.
Finally, it was time for his spell's debut. He and Schorn entered the arena, and, without a moment's notice, Schorn, as usual shot out a fireball. Hinji easily dodged it, and started up his own spell. In just a few seconds, nearing the end of his spell, the sky clouded overhead, the light seemed to drain into Hinji, and all eyes turned toward him. The completion of the spell brought about a horrendous change.
Hinji was expecting power, it was the description in the book, but he didn't expect it to come at the cost of becoming the anchor for a demon. A roar filled the air as the beast was clearly not happy to be in the mortal realm. It looked at it's summoner, and then let out another roar at Hinji, rushing towards him. There was a visible chain that connected them, and as the demon ran at him, axe raised, the chain entered his body. He was paralyzed at the pain, but he felt his muscles strengthen, his mind grow faster, and the closer the beast got to him, the slower time seemed to go, though his body moved with the same speed as it always did.
He saw Schorn casting some spell at the demon, but he hadn't the patience to watch, as even a small flick of the wrist took an eternity now. He quickly shot off two or three spells at Schorn, which would considerably weaken him. He wondered if he would even be able to stand once the dark bolts hit him. Looking at the beast at the other end of the chain, he figured out how to make the best of the situation. It appeared that the closer the demon got to him, the more powerful and quicker he became, so really, all he had to do was to get next to him, and chop the chain off, for the chain was nothing more than the symbol of its power.
He casually strolled closer to the battle. Everything slowing down even more as he came closer to his destination. The pain of the chain being shoved into him was nothing, now. His thoughts flew by so quickly, that he easily came up with three more spells he could perform after this one was through.
He took another step forward. The thought of stopping here and cutting the chain came to him, but he ignored it, he wanted all the power. He wanted to show that Schorn who the real hero was at this school. He wanted everyone to love him, to cheer for him. Another step closer. He needed this to go down in history as the best mage in all of history. Another step. No, he could become the ruler of the entire known world. Another step, and he was right next to the beast.
It was staring down at where he was, practically a statue at this point, and Hinji released the spell to break the chain. Nothing happened. He cast another spell to break the chain, but nothing happened. he took the axe from the demon's arms and hacked away at it, but nothing happened, not even a dent.
"Well," he thought, "I'll just walk away to increase the time I have to think about this." He moved to take a step, but found the chain stuck in his chest. He watched in horror as the few inches of chain that were left were slowly eaten away as the beast continued it's charge. All that was left now was a few millimeters, and that's when the arms came out of the demon and, embracing Hinji, pulled him into the demon. Nothing but pain and agony were on his mind.
Hinji woke up to find himself on the bed of the school nurse, with nothing but candles and moonlight to pierce the darkness. "Oh, good, you're finally awake." The nurse walked over to him. He looked around as she checked his vitals and saw Schorn sitting in a chair next to his bed, head hung over his chest. He thought he heard snoring, but he couldn't quite be sure. "How long have I been out?" he asked, looking back at the nurse.
"It's only been a few weeks, sweetie." The nurse smiled as she said this, and walked away, satisfied with the results of her checks. "He's been here almost every day after classes, you know. I had no idea that you two were such good friends."
"How did I survive? The monster swallowed me whole." Hinji shook his head, trying to forget the memory of that battle.
"Well, fortunately for you, Schorn learned a spell that day that would send outsiders back to their place of origin. It seems he got that spell off just in time."
Hinji looked over at Schorn. Maybe he wasn't as awful as originally thought. Not that he'd tell that to his face, though. He still was quite the jerk. But maybe, maybe there was hope for Schorn yet. Maybe he was slowly becoming less self-centered. Either that, or the nurse gave him some really good drugs.
(blargh, yet again, another late night one, these ones really aren't that good in my opinion... the good news is, that I think this is my longest post yet! yeah! And there might be a few sparkling sentences in there, anywat, I'm off to sleep, yo, so, yeah, enjoy the rest of your week!)
Suddenly, Schorn's hands started moving again. What spell would it be this time? Hinji studied his motions and sounds closely. He couldn't quite make out the incantation, but there was no mistaking the gestures made. He stood still and quickly started chanting and doing his own hand motions. He timed it just perfectly, and they both finished the same spell at the same time. It was now up to who was the better caster. A glow of magic was visible between them as their spells collided, and hinji's counterspell ate up Schorn's spell.
Schorn, shocked, started casting another spell, obviously focusing on casting it to the best of his abilities. Hinji watched and smirked as he recognized the motions for one of the first spells ever taught to those of magical ability. He wouldn't even need to bother with a counterspell for this one.
"... jantou..." part of Schorn's incantation came through. Wait, though Hinji, that's not part of the light spell. It was then that he found himself caught in the heat of another fireball. This time, it hit him directly.
Several minutes later, he awoke staring one of the healer students in the face. He looked past her shoulder and saw Schorn waving and taking in the cheers of the small crowd that had come out to see this duel. Hinji hated dueling class.
Schorn walked over to him, and, extending his arm, said "Good match, Hinji, I wouldn't have had you unless I learned how to change up my motions a bit." So that was how he did it! Of all the dirty tricks in the book... Hinji fought the rising anger, kept a straight face, and replied with "It'll only work for you once, next time I'll be watching for it." A gleam of rivalry shot between them as their glances intensified for a split second, but Schorn walked away within the heartbeat, and quickly wrapped his arms around his girl, Scarla.
Up until this point, Hinji had tried his hardest to beat Schorn, the school's favorite student for the past three years, but apparently he wasn't trying hard enough. In a fit of rage, he ran off the field and into the school. Taking corners here and there, not paying attention to where he went, he quickly realized he was becoming lost, and quite rapidly, but he didn't care. He flew by teachers, ran down dark hallways, and finally stopped when the hallway he had chosen by chance stopped at a dead end. He would have turned around, save for the giant doorway that was in front of him. Well, not so much the doorway, but the actual door. It had two torches on each door, and each torch burned a different color, one blue, another yellow, a red, and a green.
As he approached, the torches all turned black, and he pushed the doors open. Inside were nothing but piles of books. The room seemed to stretch for forever, and Hinji quickly picked up the nearest book and read the first line, and that was when he lost track of time. He spent days there without food, water, or sleep. Tome after tome contained such secrets. Ways to make your foe do as you pleased, torture spells, spells to bring back the dead, even a spell to summon a demon. While there weren't very many spells that he could understand how to cast, there was one that he felt like he needed.
He finally found his way back to the hallways. He ran around lost for awhile until he heard the commotion of footsteps and talking, and ran into a group of teachers and students who were apparently looking for him. He gladly followed them out of the maze of hallways and with haste made straight for the cafeteria. After ten minutes of scarfing down anything and everything, he retreated to his bunk, and restlessly slept til the next day.
He woke up that morning, going about his usual tasks and classes, but he was very anxious for duel class. He couldn't wait to go up against Schorn again, for this time, he had a little trick of his own up his sleeve.
He made it through conjuration, managed to not sleep through divination, and finally made it to dueling. He was quick to pull Schorn aside, "I'll be your opponent today, Schorn," he said with as much of an naturally pleasant smile as he could pull off.
Schorn, evidently somewhat dumbstruck by the suddenness of the challenge replied with a simple "Ok," and held quite a dumb expression on his face.
Only one pair of combatants could be in the duel arena at a time, and thus Hinji waited. Fireballs were thrown, lightning bolts were released, and one student even managed to turn the playing ground into mud. Hinji smirked, as all of these meager spells were nothing to the spell that he had just recently learned.
Finally, it was time for his spell's debut. He and Schorn entered the arena, and, without a moment's notice, Schorn, as usual shot out a fireball. Hinji easily dodged it, and started up his own spell. In just a few seconds, nearing the end of his spell, the sky clouded overhead, the light seemed to drain into Hinji, and all eyes turned toward him. The completion of the spell brought about a horrendous change.
Hinji was expecting power, it was the description in the book, but he didn't expect it to come at the cost of becoming the anchor for a demon. A roar filled the air as the beast was clearly not happy to be in the mortal realm. It looked at it's summoner, and then let out another roar at Hinji, rushing towards him. There was a visible chain that connected them, and as the demon ran at him, axe raised, the chain entered his body. He was paralyzed at the pain, but he felt his muscles strengthen, his mind grow faster, and the closer the beast got to him, the slower time seemed to go, though his body moved with the same speed as it always did.
He saw Schorn casting some spell at the demon, but he hadn't the patience to watch, as even a small flick of the wrist took an eternity now. He quickly shot off two or three spells at Schorn, which would considerably weaken him. He wondered if he would even be able to stand once the dark bolts hit him. Looking at the beast at the other end of the chain, he figured out how to make the best of the situation. It appeared that the closer the demon got to him, the more powerful and quicker he became, so really, all he had to do was to get next to him, and chop the chain off, for the chain was nothing more than the symbol of its power.
He casually strolled closer to the battle. Everything slowing down even more as he came closer to his destination. The pain of the chain being shoved into him was nothing, now. His thoughts flew by so quickly, that he easily came up with three more spells he could perform after this one was through.
He took another step forward. The thought of stopping here and cutting the chain came to him, but he ignored it, he wanted all the power. He wanted to show that Schorn who the real hero was at this school. He wanted everyone to love him, to cheer for him. Another step closer. He needed this to go down in history as the best mage in all of history. Another step. No, he could become the ruler of the entire known world. Another step, and he was right next to the beast.
It was staring down at where he was, practically a statue at this point, and Hinji released the spell to break the chain. Nothing happened. He cast another spell to break the chain, but nothing happened. he took the axe from the demon's arms and hacked away at it, but nothing happened, not even a dent.
"Well," he thought, "I'll just walk away to increase the time I have to think about this." He moved to take a step, but found the chain stuck in his chest. He watched in horror as the few inches of chain that were left were slowly eaten away as the beast continued it's charge. All that was left now was a few millimeters, and that's when the arms came out of the demon and, embracing Hinji, pulled him into the demon. Nothing but pain and agony were on his mind.
Hinji woke up to find himself on the bed of the school nurse, with nothing but candles and moonlight to pierce the darkness. "Oh, good, you're finally awake." The nurse walked over to him. He looked around as she checked his vitals and saw Schorn sitting in a chair next to his bed, head hung over his chest. He thought he heard snoring, but he couldn't quite be sure. "How long have I been out?" he asked, looking back at the nurse.
"It's only been a few weeks, sweetie." The nurse smiled as she said this, and walked away, satisfied with the results of her checks. "He's been here almost every day after classes, you know. I had no idea that you two were such good friends."
"How did I survive? The monster swallowed me whole." Hinji shook his head, trying to forget the memory of that battle.
"Well, fortunately for you, Schorn learned a spell that day that would send outsiders back to their place of origin. It seems he got that spell off just in time."
Hinji looked over at Schorn. Maybe he wasn't as awful as originally thought. Not that he'd tell that to his face, though. He still was quite the jerk. But maybe, maybe there was hope for Schorn yet. Maybe he was slowly becoming less self-centered. Either that, or the nurse gave him some really good drugs.
(blargh, yet again, another late night one, these ones really aren't that good in my opinion... the good news is, that I think this is my longest post yet! yeah! And there might be a few sparkling sentences in there, anywat, I'm off to sleep, yo, so, yeah, enjoy the rest of your week!)
Monday, August 29, 2011
A new day, another way!
The walk to the shop was always a long one, but he didn't mind. Shinja watched as the townsfolk walked out of her way as they saw the swords attached to her side. Being one of the Swordsage clan really did have its perks. While other mages required much training in arcane lore and the subtleties of words and motions, a swordsage possessed all the magic they needed in their weapons. Through a hidden technique that has been passed down from generation to generation, magic is literally folded into the blade itself as it is crafted.
This meant that a swordsage was very close to their weapons, and daily training with them was routine. However, because of the complexity of folding magic, only a few swordsages are ever alive at a time. This made them very recognizable when they appeared, and many believed them to be nothing more than a superstitious myth. However, in the cities where they frequented, they were quite well known, and, depending on how they treated the citizens, were either loved or feared.
Sometimes they were just always feared, which is why Shinja couldn't help but snicker as the people gave her plenty of space. She wasn't actually too pushy when it came to interacting with people, but people always feared what was more powerful then them. Only a few people were close enough to Shinja to know that she was all bark and no bite when it came to negotiations. She would never pruposefully harm an innocent.
As she neared the shop's door, she sighed. A world class swordsage, and yet she must still work as a blacksmith in order to pay for the necessities of life. Oh well, today she was actually excited to be here. She smiled as she remembered the plans for a weapon she had recently acquired from one of her previous excursions.
She could hear the sounds of metal striking metal as she stepped through the doorway. "Hey, Ringo," she waved as her mentor raised a hand in greeting as he stayed focused on his work. "I'm just going to be in the back room." Ringo nodded to signal that he heard her.
She pushed aside the doors that led into the room in question, and shut them behind her. Pulling out her katana, she walked over to a chest and grabbed a ring that she recognized by instinct. This ring was very important. She placed the ring over the hilt of her katana, closed her eyes, and quietly muttered the incantation she had learned so long ago. Then came the familiar rush of wind, which was quickly followed by the usual intense heat.
She had just traveled several thousand miles to the secret forge of the swordsages. Here, all the elements of the earth could be found. She was several hundred feet underground, but light magically shone here as bright as day. Trees were growing but just a few hundred feet away, and lava slowly oozed out of a small hole in the rocks above to table that had the top carved out so a small pool of lava was always there. A fresh stream of water also came from a nearby rock. It was the perfect location to harness magic, as all the natural elements were nearby. Shinja had always enjoyed practicing her sword technique down here where it was quiet, save for the sound of rushing water, and oozing lava.
She quickly unfolded her plans and placed them on a nearby desk. Nothing like this had ever been done before. The dwarves were attempting to create this weapon, but had failed multiple times. And she could see why, now. While they definitely weren't far from completing their original idea, Shinja saw a way to make it even better, then again, she could always make any type of weapon better.
After grabbing some ores from a nearby crate, she swiftly smelted them down and started making the frame for the weapon. Seeing as it was a new type, she had to make the correct shapes and forms using new methods.
After what felt like days, Shinja pulled a small tube out of the water where it had stayed for the past several minutes, allowing it to cool. She held it in her hand, and allowed a smile to creep over her lips. She then put the tube in her bag, placed the ring back on the hilt of her sword, and recited the ancient incantation. Again, the breeze blew past, and the coolness of night was around her. She quickly put the ring back in the chest and exited the back room. Just before she left the building through an open window, she held her katana close, and recited a different incantation, but one with which she was similarly familiar. She was now invisible to the world as she walked through the streets. Not that it was weird for her to be walking the streets at night, but she didn't want to bring about any extra attention upon herself.
She repeated this process for the next couple of days, and each time she worked until one more piece of the weapon was finished. Finally, after several weeks of banging, clanging, and magic folding, she had all the pieces to this magnificent beast. She took great care in putting the machine together. That's the way it always was with swordsages, they always loved their weapons. Before too long she put in the final piece, and click, went the hammer as she pulled the trigger. Another smile crossed her lips.
She wiped the sweat from her brow, and went to make the ammunition. Fortunately, the ammunition that was made for slings would work well for this weapon as well. However, she was going to put more magic into these bullets, for that was the way she enjoyed to fight, with the magic stored in a weapon, not just with the weapon itself. Again, after hours of work, she pulled out the first six bullets. One had the element of water, another fire, another still had earth; one had the element of nature, while the one next to it had surprise, and the last had air.
She put each of these into one of the six slots she had made on a piece that was made to revolve around the middle of her new weapon. Shinja spun this piece around, and stuck it into its leather holder that she made previously and was now wearing on her side. Finally, after what again felt like days, and a hundred rounds of ammunition, Shinja left the sacred smithy, and walked home in the night. She practiced day and night at her personal training grounds in her home, and quite quickly became proficient with this new weapon.
It was a beautiful weapon, indeed. Not only could it shoot bullets of immense magical power, but it contained, in and of itself, a magical state that no one else had been able to make in a weapon. It could also hold up to six shots of ammunition, leaving the other hand free to wield another weapon or cast a spell at the same time instead of using it to fire or reload the weapon.
Shinja quickly became the most powerful swordsage known in the world. However, some saw her as dishonorable, a cheater, even, for using such a powerful weapon. "Is using a sword more powerful than yours seen as cheating, or being dishonorable?" was her constant question. Unfortunately, the others could not see the merit in her words, and were quick to oust her from the swordsage clan.
And thus, she started the gunsage clan. And taught the carefully guarded secret of gunsmithing to only a select few. Ever since its creation, it has been the rival of the swordsage clan, and while the powers of each clan are constantly clashing, there is never one that towers over the other in power level. Back and forth, back and forth they go. Which is why it is important that you youngsters choose the correct clan to apply to. Each clan only selects those who are worthy, and while one clan might hold the power now, tomorrow is a new day, and with the new day, a new change is always possible.
(blargh, I had to stop this one part way through, to finish cleaning the house for which we were house-sitting, and didn't get to continue until after midnight. Sorry again for the late release. OH! I do have good news, though. It looks like a couple of people are interested in writing their own short stories and posting them on here. One of them is my lovely wife, and hopefully she'll be done here pretty soon, and the other is a co-worker, who also enjoys writing and is always looking for an opportunity to improve. Anyway, I'll try to get another story out tomorrow before work, since I close. Hopefully this week'll be awesome for you guys :) )
This meant that a swordsage was very close to their weapons, and daily training with them was routine. However, because of the complexity of folding magic, only a few swordsages are ever alive at a time. This made them very recognizable when they appeared, and many believed them to be nothing more than a superstitious myth. However, in the cities where they frequented, they were quite well known, and, depending on how they treated the citizens, were either loved or feared.
Sometimes they were just always feared, which is why Shinja couldn't help but snicker as the people gave her plenty of space. She wasn't actually too pushy when it came to interacting with people, but people always feared what was more powerful then them. Only a few people were close enough to Shinja to know that she was all bark and no bite when it came to negotiations. She would never pruposefully harm an innocent.
As she neared the shop's door, she sighed. A world class swordsage, and yet she must still work as a blacksmith in order to pay for the necessities of life. Oh well, today she was actually excited to be here. She smiled as she remembered the plans for a weapon she had recently acquired from one of her previous excursions.
She could hear the sounds of metal striking metal as she stepped through the doorway. "Hey, Ringo," she waved as her mentor raised a hand in greeting as he stayed focused on his work. "I'm just going to be in the back room." Ringo nodded to signal that he heard her.
She pushed aside the doors that led into the room in question, and shut them behind her. Pulling out her katana, she walked over to a chest and grabbed a ring that she recognized by instinct. This ring was very important. She placed the ring over the hilt of her katana, closed her eyes, and quietly muttered the incantation she had learned so long ago. Then came the familiar rush of wind, which was quickly followed by the usual intense heat.
She had just traveled several thousand miles to the secret forge of the swordsages. Here, all the elements of the earth could be found. She was several hundred feet underground, but light magically shone here as bright as day. Trees were growing but just a few hundred feet away, and lava slowly oozed out of a small hole in the rocks above to table that had the top carved out so a small pool of lava was always there. A fresh stream of water also came from a nearby rock. It was the perfect location to harness magic, as all the natural elements were nearby. Shinja had always enjoyed practicing her sword technique down here where it was quiet, save for the sound of rushing water, and oozing lava.
She quickly unfolded her plans and placed them on a nearby desk. Nothing like this had ever been done before. The dwarves were attempting to create this weapon, but had failed multiple times. And she could see why, now. While they definitely weren't far from completing their original idea, Shinja saw a way to make it even better, then again, she could always make any type of weapon better.
After grabbing some ores from a nearby crate, she swiftly smelted them down and started making the frame for the weapon. Seeing as it was a new type, she had to make the correct shapes and forms using new methods.
After what felt like days, Shinja pulled a small tube out of the water where it had stayed for the past several minutes, allowing it to cool. She held it in her hand, and allowed a smile to creep over her lips. She then put the tube in her bag, placed the ring back on the hilt of her sword, and recited the ancient incantation. Again, the breeze blew past, and the coolness of night was around her. She quickly put the ring back in the chest and exited the back room. Just before she left the building through an open window, she held her katana close, and recited a different incantation, but one with which she was similarly familiar. She was now invisible to the world as she walked through the streets. Not that it was weird for her to be walking the streets at night, but she didn't want to bring about any extra attention upon herself.
She repeated this process for the next couple of days, and each time she worked until one more piece of the weapon was finished. Finally, after several weeks of banging, clanging, and magic folding, she had all the pieces to this magnificent beast. She took great care in putting the machine together. That's the way it always was with swordsages, they always loved their weapons. Before too long she put in the final piece, and click, went the hammer as she pulled the trigger. Another smile crossed her lips.
She wiped the sweat from her brow, and went to make the ammunition. Fortunately, the ammunition that was made for slings would work well for this weapon as well. However, she was going to put more magic into these bullets, for that was the way she enjoyed to fight, with the magic stored in a weapon, not just with the weapon itself. Again, after hours of work, she pulled out the first six bullets. One had the element of water, another fire, another still had earth; one had the element of nature, while the one next to it had surprise, and the last had air.
She put each of these into one of the six slots she had made on a piece that was made to revolve around the middle of her new weapon. Shinja spun this piece around, and stuck it into its leather holder that she made previously and was now wearing on her side. Finally, after what again felt like days, and a hundred rounds of ammunition, Shinja left the sacred smithy, and walked home in the night. She practiced day and night at her personal training grounds in her home, and quite quickly became proficient with this new weapon.
It was a beautiful weapon, indeed. Not only could it shoot bullets of immense magical power, but it contained, in and of itself, a magical state that no one else had been able to make in a weapon. It could also hold up to six shots of ammunition, leaving the other hand free to wield another weapon or cast a spell at the same time instead of using it to fire or reload the weapon.
Shinja quickly became the most powerful swordsage known in the world. However, some saw her as dishonorable, a cheater, even, for using such a powerful weapon. "Is using a sword more powerful than yours seen as cheating, or being dishonorable?" was her constant question. Unfortunately, the others could not see the merit in her words, and were quick to oust her from the swordsage clan.
And thus, she started the gunsage clan. And taught the carefully guarded secret of gunsmithing to only a select few. Ever since its creation, it has been the rival of the swordsage clan, and while the powers of each clan are constantly clashing, there is never one that towers over the other in power level. Back and forth, back and forth they go. Which is why it is important that you youngsters choose the correct clan to apply to. Each clan only selects those who are worthy, and while one clan might hold the power now, tomorrow is a new day, and with the new day, a new change is always possible.
(blargh, I had to stop this one part way through, to finish cleaning the house for which we were house-sitting, and didn't get to continue until after midnight. Sorry again for the late release. OH! I do have good news, though. It looks like a couple of people are interested in writing their own short stories and posting them on here. One of them is my lovely wife, and hopefully she'll be done here pretty soon, and the other is a co-worker, who also enjoys writing and is always looking for an opportunity to improve. Anyway, I'll try to get another story out tomorrow before work, since I close. Hopefully this week'll be awesome for you guys :) )
Saturday, August 27, 2011
A day late DERP! >.< grr
"And so it was that prince Walton did in fact grab the king's crown from the head which was severed from the shoulders of the king, and place it upon his own head, signifying the turn of power from father to son. The beheading of his father was his right, mind you, it's how we do things, I'll I remind you, young prince, that one day it will be your turn to do your civic duty and tear your father's head from his shoulders just as it will be your son's duty to do the same to you. Therefore..."
Alphix wondered when this tutoring session was going to end, it was always such a bore, especially with his tutors weird accent and sense of timing with words. He remembered to keep his eyes on his tutor, though, and nod every once in awhile. He'd heard all this before, and had learned not to look away, or let himself look glossy-eyed, lest he get a swift ruler to his rear.
"You'd think that by the age of seventeen, they'd give this old story a break," he thought to himself. "Why must I behead my father? It's not like I hate the guy." And it was true, Alphix's father was indeed quite a good father, investing personal time into his child's education on politics, teaching him of the secrets of their clan, even explaining their clan's special dichotomy. Alphix still didn't understand that part fully.
He understood the powerful detection spells that were always awake in him, but to think that those could easily be overpowered by simple body transforming spells, he shook his head at the idea.
"Do you not agree with what I'm saying, my lord?" the tutor queried.
"Dang, I let myself slip." Alphix tried to hide a look of displeasure and diverting attention away from his head shaking quickly became his next goal. "I just don't see why I must kill my father, is all. It's not like he's been a bad father, or even a bad king for that matter."
"It's not based on whether or not your father is a bad king..." and thus the usual flow of words spilled out of the tutors mouth, going on and on; he was quite distracted now. But just as he started thinking again, he detected and extremely powerful evil unmask itself within range of his detection. His eyes widened, his heart rate spiked, and his tutor quickly reached beneath the desk behind which he was teaching, and put down a long, wrapped object and thunked when it landed.
"I didn't think this day would come this soon." The tutor started unwrapping the mysterious object and started explaining. "What I have here is the sword of the broken heart, it was selected for you by lot at the time of your birth. It is almost a direct copy of your father's sword, the sword of light, except that your father's has an evil spirit within. This was your father's battle as king. You probably never knew, which means that your father did a wonderful job of containing the spirit, but now I fear that the spirit is free, and only you will be able to handle it." As he spoke these last words, he finished unwrapping the object and held a dark charcoal colored sword to the prince. "Go, and remember your schooling."
"This is too much to take in at once!" The prince cried out, even now he could feel the power of the spirit growing.
"There isn't time, if you don't hurry, the spirit will devour the entire kingdom." The tutor again motioned for the prince to take the sword.
Alphix, with a feeling of duty to protect, grabbed the sword and tied it around to his belt as he ran through the castle. He knew exactly where this evil presence was located, thanks to his magical abilities, and ran to the king's throne room.
Before he got to the door, he sent out his mind to detect the thoughts of anyone in the room. He gasped and took a step back, for all he could sense were immense waves of hatred, anger, and malice. He gripped his sword tightly. How is it that his father didn't tell him of this? Why was it that this thing could so easily escape? His father was a strong man, this thing had no right to be here. He felt the rage build up inside as he felt more and more left out of the loop. When he reached a certain point of anger, he stopped sensing the world around him, and instead only felt a desire to kill that which had brought this dour mood upon him.
He burst through the thick, wooden double doors, and ran towards the spirit. The thing looked like it was on fire with black flames flickering around it, yet Alphix felt no heat from it's body, then again, he felt nothing, for he was in a flying rage, and pulled the sword from its sheath. He struck at the spirit, and heard it scream as he decapitated it in one fell blow.
As he started releasing his anger, he looked at his sword, what he saw surprised him. He saw a reflection in the sword, but it wasn't his own, for this beast was larger, much more muscular, and meaner looking than he was. And that's when he looked up. He was shocked to see not a dead spirit, but a dead king. And that's when everything made sense. The dichotomous clan, the need to kill a king, and why his tutor pounded that information into his head, year after year.
He sheathed his sword, which was a bright silver now, and bent down to grab the crown from his father's lonely head. His sense of detection returned to him as he picked up the crown and regained his usual calm state. He placed the crown upon his head and let but a single tear fall as he sat upon the throne.
(SORRY FOR NO POST YESTERDAY! I worked most of the morning, then had errands to run for pretty much the rest of the day and didn't get the chance to write. Which means, one of these days will be a double post! Huzzah!
When I initially started writing today's post, I was thinking of doing something more silly, but a more serious story came out, what do you guys think? Let me know, mmk? :) OH! I might be having a guest writer or two coming in to do some writing pretty soon, YEAH! Hopefully they can stand up to the awesomeness that is my writing [well, the little bit that is there...]. Anyway, have a great weekend!)
Alphix wondered when this tutoring session was going to end, it was always such a bore, especially with his tutors weird accent and sense of timing with words. He remembered to keep his eyes on his tutor, though, and nod every once in awhile. He'd heard all this before, and had learned not to look away, or let himself look glossy-eyed, lest he get a swift ruler to his rear.
"You'd think that by the age of seventeen, they'd give this old story a break," he thought to himself. "Why must I behead my father? It's not like I hate the guy." And it was true, Alphix's father was indeed quite a good father, investing personal time into his child's education on politics, teaching him of the secrets of their clan, even explaining their clan's special dichotomy. Alphix still didn't understand that part fully.
He understood the powerful detection spells that were always awake in him, but to think that those could easily be overpowered by simple body transforming spells, he shook his head at the idea.
"Do you not agree with what I'm saying, my lord?" the tutor queried.
"Dang, I let myself slip." Alphix tried to hide a look of displeasure and diverting attention away from his head shaking quickly became his next goal. "I just don't see why I must kill my father, is all. It's not like he's been a bad father, or even a bad king for that matter."
"It's not based on whether or not your father is a bad king..." and thus the usual flow of words spilled out of the tutors mouth, going on and on; he was quite distracted now. But just as he started thinking again, he detected and extremely powerful evil unmask itself within range of his detection. His eyes widened, his heart rate spiked, and his tutor quickly reached beneath the desk behind which he was teaching, and put down a long, wrapped object and thunked when it landed.
"I didn't think this day would come this soon." The tutor started unwrapping the mysterious object and started explaining. "What I have here is the sword of the broken heart, it was selected for you by lot at the time of your birth. It is almost a direct copy of your father's sword, the sword of light, except that your father's has an evil spirit within. This was your father's battle as king. You probably never knew, which means that your father did a wonderful job of containing the spirit, but now I fear that the spirit is free, and only you will be able to handle it." As he spoke these last words, he finished unwrapping the object and held a dark charcoal colored sword to the prince. "Go, and remember your schooling."
"This is too much to take in at once!" The prince cried out, even now he could feel the power of the spirit growing.
"There isn't time, if you don't hurry, the spirit will devour the entire kingdom." The tutor again motioned for the prince to take the sword.
Alphix, with a feeling of duty to protect, grabbed the sword and tied it around to his belt as he ran through the castle. He knew exactly where this evil presence was located, thanks to his magical abilities, and ran to the king's throne room.
Before he got to the door, he sent out his mind to detect the thoughts of anyone in the room. He gasped and took a step back, for all he could sense were immense waves of hatred, anger, and malice. He gripped his sword tightly. How is it that his father didn't tell him of this? Why was it that this thing could so easily escape? His father was a strong man, this thing had no right to be here. He felt the rage build up inside as he felt more and more left out of the loop. When he reached a certain point of anger, he stopped sensing the world around him, and instead only felt a desire to kill that which had brought this dour mood upon him.
He burst through the thick, wooden double doors, and ran towards the spirit. The thing looked like it was on fire with black flames flickering around it, yet Alphix felt no heat from it's body, then again, he felt nothing, for he was in a flying rage, and pulled the sword from its sheath. He struck at the spirit, and heard it scream as he decapitated it in one fell blow.
As he started releasing his anger, he looked at his sword, what he saw surprised him. He saw a reflection in the sword, but it wasn't his own, for this beast was larger, much more muscular, and meaner looking than he was. And that's when he looked up. He was shocked to see not a dead spirit, but a dead king. And that's when everything made sense. The dichotomous clan, the need to kill a king, and why his tutor pounded that information into his head, year after year.
He sheathed his sword, which was a bright silver now, and bent down to grab the crown from his father's lonely head. His sense of detection returned to him as he picked up the crown and regained his usual calm state. He placed the crown upon his head and let but a single tear fall as he sat upon the throne.
(SORRY FOR NO POST YESTERDAY! I worked most of the morning, then had errands to run for pretty much the rest of the day and didn't get the chance to write. Which means, one of these days will be a double post! Huzzah!
When I initially started writing today's post, I was thinking of doing something more silly, but a more serious story came out, what do you guys think? Let me know, mmk? :) OH! I might be having a guest writer or two coming in to do some writing pretty soon, YEAH! Hopefully they can stand up to the awesomeness that is my writing [well, the little bit that is there...]. Anyway, have a great weekend!)
Thursday, August 25, 2011
New story time yeah!
Tristan shut the door and quickly chanted the incantation to keep it shut behind him. A seal was visible for a brief second before being absorbed into the woodwork of the door.
How had he gotten himself into this mess? Oh, right, he mouthed off to the disciplinary officer after he was quite inebriated. He could steel feel the burn of the alcohol in his stomach and throat from the whiskey and rat spit that he drank. Rat spit wasn't his favorite alcohol, but he had a job to do, and rat spit was right behind whiskey in alcohol content. Normally, magi wouldn't get drunk when an important job was underway, but a Calix clan member always performed better when intoxicated.
A bang came from the door. Looks like officer Staph was right behind him, as always. Staph had the bad luck of being around whenever Tristan had a big job to do, and for some reason, Tristan always felt the need to mouth off to him. Maybe one day he'd learn his lesson, but not today. Tristan quickly glanced around the room into which he had entered.
Dealing with the symptoms of being drunk was one of the first things that a member of the Calix clan learned to do. Tristan knew there weren't two of everything, despite what his eyes told him. It appeared to be... no, how could he be so stupid. He had locked himself into a restroom. There was no other way out except through the door through which he came, no windows, no other doors, nothing. Ok, so maybe the Calix clan didn't always work best while intoxicated.
Outside, Officer Staph continued beating on the door. Why wasn't the door breaking down, he wondered, especially one that was this low of quality. But, he had nothing else at his disposal, and his backup wouldn't get there for a few more minutes still. At least this time, Tristan had been idiot enough to lock himself up in a bathroom, now there was nowhere to run. A smile came to his face.
After a few minutes passed, his back up showed up, and fortunately one of them was a magi. He took one look at the door, said a phrase -Staph assumed it was magical- under his breath, and the door immediately whammed open. Staph rushed in and grabbed the cloaked person in the corner who had jumped with fright at the sound of the door.
"I got you this time, buddy!" Staph exclaimed with joy, and almost felt like bursting into song. Finally, finally, he would catch that no good jerk who mouthed off at him everytime they were around each other.
"Yes, but why do you have me?" came an unfamiliar voice. Staph looked down and pulled the hood off the guy. He looked nothing like Tristan. Instead of the red hair and lean face, there was white, long hair, complete with beard and mustache, and a round face. Blast!
"Did you see another man come in her?" Staph was practically foaming at the mouth with rage as he asked this question.
"Of course, he made that window and jumped out," the old man pointed to the window in the back of the room.
"Quickly men, after him, we mustn't lose his trail!" Staph and his men quickly ran through the restroom and jumped out of the window.
Tristan sighed as the officers' footsteps faded into the distance. He then moved his hand in front of his face and returned it to its normal appearance. He looked in the mirror. Yeah, he looked a lot cooler this way. Fortunately, Officer Staph wasn't aware that he was able to change his appearance now. He didn't know how long that ruse would last, though. It was probably time to come up with a new escape plan for the next time something like that happened.
He walked out the open door, looked around to catch his bearings, and walked off towards his job, only somewhat tripping over himself as he walked.
(So I think the next couple of stories are going to be about magi, or whatever you want to call them, mages, sorcerers, wizards, you know, magic users. I think they will each have a different clan, though, and through this clan they will have special powers. If anyone has any ideas for a clan power, let me know, and I'll see if I can get it into a story, and make it superly awesomely awesome! Thanks to all my readers, I really do appreciate the time you take out of your day to read my things, hopefully they're not too boring for you :) Peace )
How had he gotten himself into this mess? Oh, right, he mouthed off to the disciplinary officer after he was quite inebriated. He could steel feel the burn of the alcohol in his stomach and throat from the whiskey and rat spit that he drank. Rat spit wasn't his favorite alcohol, but he had a job to do, and rat spit was right behind whiskey in alcohol content. Normally, magi wouldn't get drunk when an important job was underway, but a Calix clan member always performed better when intoxicated.
A bang came from the door. Looks like officer Staph was right behind him, as always. Staph had the bad luck of being around whenever Tristan had a big job to do, and for some reason, Tristan always felt the need to mouth off to him. Maybe one day he'd learn his lesson, but not today. Tristan quickly glanced around the room into which he had entered.
Dealing with the symptoms of being drunk was one of the first things that a member of the Calix clan learned to do. Tristan knew there weren't two of everything, despite what his eyes told him. It appeared to be... no, how could he be so stupid. He had locked himself into a restroom. There was no other way out except through the door through which he came, no windows, no other doors, nothing. Ok, so maybe the Calix clan didn't always work best while intoxicated.
Outside, Officer Staph continued beating on the door. Why wasn't the door breaking down, he wondered, especially one that was this low of quality. But, he had nothing else at his disposal, and his backup wouldn't get there for a few more minutes still. At least this time, Tristan had been idiot enough to lock himself up in a bathroom, now there was nowhere to run. A smile came to his face.
After a few minutes passed, his back up showed up, and fortunately one of them was a magi. He took one look at the door, said a phrase -Staph assumed it was magical- under his breath, and the door immediately whammed open. Staph rushed in and grabbed the cloaked person in the corner who had jumped with fright at the sound of the door.
"I got you this time, buddy!" Staph exclaimed with joy, and almost felt like bursting into song. Finally, finally, he would catch that no good jerk who mouthed off at him everytime they were around each other.
"Yes, but why do you have me?" came an unfamiliar voice. Staph looked down and pulled the hood off the guy. He looked nothing like Tristan. Instead of the red hair and lean face, there was white, long hair, complete with beard and mustache, and a round face. Blast!
"Did you see another man come in her?" Staph was practically foaming at the mouth with rage as he asked this question.
"Of course, he made that window and jumped out," the old man pointed to the window in the back of the room.
"Quickly men, after him, we mustn't lose his trail!" Staph and his men quickly ran through the restroom and jumped out of the window.
Tristan sighed as the officers' footsteps faded into the distance. He then moved his hand in front of his face and returned it to its normal appearance. He looked in the mirror. Yeah, he looked a lot cooler this way. Fortunately, Officer Staph wasn't aware that he was able to change his appearance now. He didn't know how long that ruse would last, though. It was probably time to come up with a new escape plan for the next time something like that happened.
He walked out the open door, looked around to catch his bearings, and walked off towards his job, only somewhat tripping over himself as he walked.
(So I think the next couple of stories are going to be about magi, or whatever you want to call them, mages, sorcerers, wizards, you know, magic users. I think they will each have a different clan, though, and through this clan they will have special powers. If anyone has any ideas for a clan power, let me know, and I'll see if I can get it into a story, and make it superly awesomely awesome! Thanks to all my readers, I really do appreciate the time you take out of your day to read my things, hopefully they're not too boring for you :) Peace )
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
A new day
The power was too great, he couldn't control it. The energy that was pouring forth from his body, he couldn't tell if it was his anymore, there was just too much of it. He could feel his skin starting to burn, and then peel from the flow. If this power continued flowing out of him at this rate, he could kiss his body goodbye.
Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to try and steal the holy relic from the largest church in the land. He laughed under his breath. It was easy getting past the guards, disguises and a little bit of knowledge about the religion went a long way, and the traps were a piece of cake. When the priests mark the traps so that they don't accidentally trigger them, it makes it a lot easier. But to think that the item itself would kill him, that was a blow that he couldn't bear.
His skin was almost completely off his body now, and he could feel a burning sensation in his muscles. Maybe it was better this way, at least now they wouldn't know who had infiltrated their holy grounds. It was at this time, right before he felt the energy start to rush past his bones, that he heard a voice. Come to me, you are needed. I will give you peace, and a purpose. The infiltrator turned around and saw the ghostly image of a man in white robes. It was getting harder to think now, but the white man seemed like a good person.
He took a step towards the image, however he didn't notice the pressure plate with the giant x on it, and fell straight down into a giant pit, along with hundreds of skeletons. He looked down at himself to make sure he was ok, and realized that he had become a skeleton as well. And that was the last sentient thought that he ever had.
"And that, my children, is why this family no longer goes treasure hunting anymore, despite the generations of treasure hunters in our family line. It stops here. My father inadvertently abandoned me. I won't do the same to you."
The storyteller bent down and kissed his son and daughter on the forehead. "Now go and get some good rest, you have a long day ahead of you helping Mommy with the farm."
"Daddy! Why do you have to leave us?" one of the kids asked through tear-filled eyes.
"I just have to go into town to find some buyers of our goods, that's all, now don't worry and get to sleep." He tussled their hair before he gave a last smile and shut the door behind him. He looked at his wife who was right outside. "I'll be back by the end of the day. If I'm not, send out the search party."
She nodded, tears coming down her face.
With that, he held her close for a minute, then gave her a kiss goodbye, put on his cloak, and stepped out onto the front porch. He pulled a golden bar out from his pocket, clicked it on, and looked at the picture that was displayed in front of him.
This relic was such a curse and it was the entire reason his family became treasure hunters. He sighed. He needed that treasure, his family couldn't afford to live just off of the farm, for he knew nothing of farming. He looked at the picture one more time, waved his hands, and when he finished the chant that went along with it, he disappeared from the front porch of the farm house.
(alright, another day, another story. Nothing too new going on over here. Hopefully you guys have voted on the poll, I'm excited to see the results, so if you haven't yet, please vote! It'll help me out quite a bit. Also, again, feel free to leave any comments, or try writing a story of your own, as you can see, the stories don't have to be that good in order to get started, or just try something new, it doesn't have to be story writing. Hope you guys are doing awesomely! Laterz )
Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to try and steal the holy relic from the largest church in the land. He laughed under his breath. It was easy getting past the guards, disguises and a little bit of knowledge about the religion went a long way, and the traps were a piece of cake. When the priests mark the traps so that they don't accidentally trigger them, it makes it a lot easier. But to think that the item itself would kill him, that was a blow that he couldn't bear.
His skin was almost completely off his body now, and he could feel a burning sensation in his muscles. Maybe it was better this way, at least now they wouldn't know who had infiltrated their holy grounds. It was at this time, right before he felt the energy start to rush past his bones, that he heard a voice. Come to me, you are needed. I will give you peace, and a purpose. The infiltrator turned around and saw the ghostly image of a man in white robes. It was getting harder to think now, but the white man seemed like a good person.
He took a step towards the image, however he didn't notice the pressure plate with the giant x on it, and fell straight down into a giant pit, along with hundreds of skeletons. He looked down at himself to make sure he was ok, and realized that he had become a skeleton as well. And that was the last sentient thought that he ever had.
"And that, my children, is why this family no longer goes treasure hunting anymore, despite the generations of treasure hunters in our family line. It stops here. My father inadvertently abandoned me. I won't do the same to you."
The storyteller bent down and kissed his son and daughter on the forehead. "Now go and get some good rest, you have a long day ahead of you helping Mommy with the farm."
"Daddy! Why do you have to leave us?" one of the kids asked through tear-filled eyes.
"I just have to go into town to find some buyers of our goods, that's all, now don't worry and get to sleep." He tussled their hair before he gave a last smile and shut the door behind him. He looked at his wife who was right outside. "I'll be back by the end of the day. If I'm not, send out the search party."
She nodded, tears coming down her face.
With that, he held her close for a minute, then gave her a kiss goodbye, put on his cloak, and stepped out onto the front porch. He pulled a golden bar out from his pocket, clicked it on, and looked at the picture that was displayed in front of him.
This relic was such a curse and it was the entire reason his family became treasure hunters. He sighed. He needed that treasure, his family couldn't afford to live just off of the farm, for he knew nothing of farming. He looked at the picture one more time, waved his hands, and when he finished the chant that went along with it, he disappeared from the front porch of the farm house.
(alright, another day, another story. Nothing too new going on over here. Hopefully you guys have voted on the poll, I'm excited to see the results, so if you haven't yet, please vote! It'll help me out quite a bit. Also, again, feel free to leave any comments, or try writing a story of your own, as you can see, the stories don't have to be that good in order to get started, or just try something new, it doesn't have to be story writing. Hope you guys are doing awesomely! Laterz )
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
A gift, for some twins I know
The thing about battles is that there's always a victor. And the thing about victors is, you can never fully know who it will be. It all boils down to several extremely complicated equations, a few variables-some of which are random-and of course, the combatants themselves. However throughout the entirety of forever, there has only been one who was so powerful that, no matter what the other variables were, he would always come out the victor. And by one, I mean two. For these two both were born on the same day.
However, they were so powerful, that even their mother could not contain their awesomeness, for they punched their way out of their mothers womb. However, despite this horribly grotesque picture that the author probably shouldn't describe at 1 in the morning, she did not die, nor did she have any scars, for they were born with P.H.D.s and one of them had medical tools implanted in his hands. That's right, these men were born Ninja Robots.
One of them controlled the four main elements, Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire, while the held sway over time, space, it's continuum, and heart. With these elements combined, they faced no power on Earth that could even try to pose a threat to them.
Their fame quickly spread. They faced outlaws, head hunters, demons, vampires, gay vampires (the ones that are sparkly), Dick Van Dyke, Even Chuck Norris (though, that one was technically a draw). They fought furiously and ferociously, with fist and fury, with blade and... something else that starts with a b... blowtorches! That's right, they fought with blowtorches!
They fought so hard, that they defeated everything(except for that draw with Chuck Norris). Seeing that there was nothing else to fight, they swore to never fight again, putting away their powers in a single chest, ready to give to the next worthy person(s), and joined a Quaker church.
After that point their lives really changed. They had normal lives. They laughed, loved, and even went to Quaker school, where they met this really crazy guy who has a blog now, and wanted to wish them a Happy Birthday. Anyway, they lived happy lives, and ended up doing some really cool things, but you'll get to hear about that later. The important thing is that they are awesome, and are not a force to be messed with. Oh, and it's their birthday, that's important too.
(ok, so maybe I got a little derailed, but Happy birthday, you guys. I hate just saying happy birthday to people... everyone does it now-a-days, and I wanted you guys to know I was thinking of you [and happened to notice on Facebook it was your birthday ;) ]. Enjoy today, and I hope you guys are doing well. Best regards!)
However, they were so powerful, that even their mother could not contain their awesomeness, for they punched their way out of their mothers womb. However, despite this horribly grotesque picture that the author probably shouldn't describe at 1 in the morning, she did not die, nor did she have any scars, for they were born with P.H.D.s and one of them had medical tools implanted in his hands. That's right, these men were born Ninja Robots.
One of them controlled the four main elements, Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire, while the held sway over time, space, it's continuum, and heart. With these elements combined, they faced no power on Earth that could even try to pose a threat to them.
Their fame quickly spread. They faced outlaws, head hunters, demons, vampires, gay vampires (the ones that are sparkly), Dick Van Dyke, Even Chuck Norris (though, that one was technically a draw). They fought furiously and ferociously, with fist and fury, with blade and... something else that starts with a b... blowtorches! That's right, they fought with blowtorches!
They fought so hard, that they defeated everything(except for that draw with Chuck Norris). Seeing that there was nothing else to fight, they swore to never fight again, putting away their powers in a single chest, ready to give to the next worthy person(s), and joined a Quaker church.
After that point their lives really changed. They had normal lives. They laughed, loved, and even went to Quaker school, where they met this really crazy guy who has a blog now, and wanted to wish them a Happy Birthday. Anyway, they lived happy lives, and ended up doing some really cool things, but you'll get to hear about that later. The important thing is that they are awesome, and are not a force to be messed with. Oh, and it's their birthday, that's important too.
(ok, so maybe I got a little derailed, but Happy birthday, you guys. I hate just saying happy birthday to people... everyone does it now-a-days, and I wanted you guys to know I was thinking of you [and happened to notice on Facebook it was your birthday ;) ]. Enjoy today, and I hope you guys are doing well. Best regards!)
Monday, August 22, 2011
Early start today Woo!
Finally! The Jumbo Super Ultra Lord had made its final transformation. No longer was it only a small Honda that could kick some alien invader butt, now it was a space shuttle that could kick some major alien butt. The process had taken only three weeks, and fortunately the aliens had decided not to destroy it while the process was going on, I mean, it was above ground, in the middle of the city, but that's beside the point.
Finally, we'd have our savior from this menace. "Jumbo Super Ultra Lord online," came out this incredibly sexy voice (despite it being a robot), and it leaped into action. It pulled its handgun out of the holster and fired three yellow energy shots, killing nine aliens with each blast. The aliens weren't too happy about this, and started rushing him. In his humanoid form, Jumbo Super Ultra Lord had no problem dodging their attacks, as one by one they flew past him, and he sliced them with his super duper sword that he kept on his back.
Right as he finished spewing the guts out of one of the last attacker, a large ship appeared on the horizon. Jumbo Super Ultra Lord knew just what to do. He grabbed his hand gun again, and it instantly transformed into a huge gun as parts clinked and clanked out of seemingly the gun itself. Three rockets shot out of it as it was mounted on his shoulder and flew directly towards the ship. The explosions were so huge, that the heat from the blast could be felt from where he was, despite the fact that the impact happened hundreds of miles away.
One of Jumbo Super Ultra Lord's fan girls started jumping up and down next to him, shouting "Go Ulty go!" with waving pom poms and a cheerleader's outfit. She smiled cutely, and stars and daisies suddenly appeared around her as her long, blonde hair defied gravity for a few seconds while she was in the cheering pose.
With the aliens technology, it didn't take long for them to reach where "Ulty" now was. In just a matter of seconds, the ship reached his location, and the stare-down commenced. Even with Jumbo Super Ultra Lord's extra size, the ship was still hundreds of times larger than him, and had infinitely more guns. Even that huge blast had hardly done anything to penetrate the hull of the ship.
Short words of slander flew between them, and then the lasers, bullets, beams, and rockets started to fly. Jumbo Super Ultra Lord managed to detonate a few more rockets on the ship's hull, but was hit by a powerful beam, which seared off the plating on his side. He fell and landed on some rubble, face up.
His fan girls quickly surrounded him, tears in their eyes, with beams, bullets, lasers, and explosions going on all around them.
"Ulty!" they all cried as their tears seemed to halt in midair.
"I'm sorry for failing you." Ulty said, with a sadness in his voice which is very uncharacteristic for a robot.
"You haven't failed us. We will always love you. Use the power of our love!"
At these words, and the realization that love was the most powerful force on the planet, Jumbo Super Ultra Lord's plating magically rematerialized, and a bright light shone around him. He went into another transformation sequence, which fortunately only lasted about thirty seconds. He turned a hot white color, and no one could look at him, for the energy emitting from him was too great.
"What? What are you doing, Ultra Lord?" queried the ship.
"I'm not Ultra Lord anymore," came an even sexier voice from the cooling off robot. "I am now Love Machine." Love Machine struck a cool pose, though he looked about the same, except that hearts were covering him now.
He got up, grabbed his rocked launcher, and fired five love missiles at the ship. The explosions cleared straight through the ship, leaving giant heart shaped holes behind.
This infuriated the ship, so it concentrated more firepower onto Love Machine, who easily dodged the vast majority of the blasts, though it didn't matter, for whatever hit him simply reflected off his new love armor. As more and more heart shaped holes started filling the ship, less and less death rained from above, until finally, the ship could no longer stay airborne and started crashing to the earth. Love Machine, seeing this, transformed into his space shuttle form, and flew directly into the ship. A moment passed where they were locked in a standstill. But after that, Love Machine's superior strength started pushing the ship back out into space.
As they neared the stratosphere Love Machine gave one final push, and the ship flew off into the dark abyss, leaving nothing more than a twinkling star as it disappeared.
As Love Machine landed back down on Earth in his humanoid form, everyone cheered for him. "I'm glad that you took care of all those aliens! Without a doubt they'll never come back!"
Amidst all the cheering and partying, no one realized that an ooze had started coming up from the rubble.
To be continued...
(Ok, so it's not really going to be continued, but I will say that trying to write an anime [much less a general anime spoof/parody] is quite tricky. It was fun, though, and somewhat funny to me, hopefully you all won't be too offended at it's mostly childish humor. It's supposed to be over the top, just in case you couldn't tell. Anyway, hope you all are having a great time on your Monday. I know I am! More or less. Peace out my homies!)
Finally, we'd have our savior from this menace. "Jumbo Super Ultra Lord online," came out this incredibly sexy voice (despite it being a robot), and it leaped into action. It pulled its handgun out of the holster and fired three yellow energy shots, killing nine aliens with each blast. The aliens weren't too happy about this, and started rushing him. In his humanoid form, Jumbo Super Ultra Lord had no problem dodging their attacks, as one by one they flew past him, and he sliced them with his super duper sword that he kept on his back.
Right as he finished spewing the guts out of one of the last attacker, a large ship appeared on the horizon. Jumbo Super Ultra Lord knew just what to do. He grabbed his hand gun again, and it instantly transformed into a huge gun as parts clinked and clanked out of seemingly the gun itself. Three rockets shot out of it as it was mounted on his shoulder and flew directly towards the ship. The explosions were so huge, that the heat from the blast could be felt from where he was, despite the fact that the impact happened hundreds of miles away.
One of Jumbo Super Ultra Lord's fan girls started jumping up and down next to him, shouting "Go Ulty go!" with waving pom poms and a cheerleader's outfit. She smiled cutely, and stars and daisies suddenly appeared around her as her long, blonde hair defied gravity for a few seconds while she was in the cheering pose.
With the aliens technology, it didn't take long for them to reach where "Ulty" now was. In just a matter of seconds, the ship reached his location, and the stare-down commenced. Even with Jumbo Super Ultra Lord's extra size, the ship was still hundreds of times larger than him, and had infinitely more guns. Even that huge blast had hardly done anything to penetrate the hull of the ship.
Short words of slander flew between them, and then the lasers, bullets, beams, and rockets started to fly. Jumbo Super Ultra Lord managed to detonate a few more rockets on the ship's hull, but was hit by a powerful beam, which seared off the plating on his side. He fell and landed on some rubble, face up.
His fan girls quickly surrounded him, tears in their eyes, with beams, bullets, lasers, and explosions going on all around them.
"Ulty!" they all cried as their tears seemed to halt in midair.
"I'm sorry for failing you." Ulty said, with a sadness in his voice which is very uncharacteristic for a robot.
"You haven't failed us. We will always love you. Use the power of our love!"
At these words, and the realization that love was the most powerful force on the planet, Jumbo Super Ultra Lord's plating magically rematerialized, and a bright light shone around him. He went into another transformation sequence, which fortunately only lasted about thirty seconds. He turned a hot white color, and no one could look at him, for the energy emitting from him was too great.
"What? What are you doing, Ultra Lord?" queried the ship.
"I'm not Ultra Lord anymore," came an even sexier voice from the cooling off robot. "I am now Love Machine." Love Machine struck a cool pose, though he looked about the same, except that hearts were covering him now.
He got up, grabbed his rocked launcher, and fired five love missiles at the ship. The explosions cleared straight through the ship, leaving giant heart shaped holes behind.
This infuriated the ship, so it concentrated more firepower onto Love Machine, who easily dodged the vast majority of the blasts, though it didn't matter, for whatever hit him simply reflected off his new love armor. As more and more heart shaped holes started filling the ship, less and less death rained from above, until finally, the ship could no longer stay airborne and started crashing to the earth. Love Machine, seeing this, transformed into his space shuttle form, and flew directly into the ship. A moment passed where they were locked in a standstill. But after that, Love Machine's superior strength started pushing the ship back out into space.
As they neared the stratosphere Love Machine gave one final push, and the ship flew off into the dark abyss, leaving nothing more than a twinkling star as it disappeared.
As Love Machine landed back down on Earth in his humanoid form, everyone cheered for him. "I'm glad that you took care of all those aliens! Without a doubt they'll never come back!"
Amidst all the cheering and partying, no one realized that an ooze had started coming up from the rubble.
To be continued...
(Ok, so it's not really going to be continued, but I will say that trying to write an anime [much less a general anime spoof/parody] is quite tricky. It was fun, though, and somewhat funny to me, hopefully you all won't be too offended at it's mostly childish humor. It's supposed to be over the top, just in case you couldn't tell. Anyway, hope you all are having a great time on your Monday. I know I am! More or less. Peace out my homies!)
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Officially a week! Wow, it's been a long time.
Over the years, I've learned many things, and while I don't have time to tell you everything that I've learned, I will part with this one story. You see, there once was this little girl, her name was Tanko. She had always been a good girl, taking care of her family's animals, going to the well to get water, and even cleaning all the filth out of the barn. Yes, she was a good little girl.
One day, however, another girl moved into the house just down the road from her. She was not a good girl. She wouldn't water the flowers or do anything her parents asked of her. She would just dance through the flowers, and tease and mock anyone and anything that got in her way. She would pick up ants and throw them far away from their group; she would pick up flowers and tear them to shreds just so she could feel the sensation of ripping something; she also loved to poke small animals with sticks, especially the dead or dying ones.
This girl was named Anna, and she was not nice in any way. Tanko tried and tried to get along with Tanko, but Anna always ended up tearing off Tanko's little dollies' heads, or eating all the treats when they had picnics; one time she even smacked Tanko's head because she asked Anna to play nicely. Tanko was very sad. She thought that she would have a new play friend when Anna moved in, but it didn't appear that way. But it just wasn't to be so.
Finally, something inside of Tanko snapped. It probably had something to do with watching Anna hitting her chickens with sticks. One of Tanko's chickens actually died. After a day of mourning, Tanko didn't come to see Anna, not that Anna really cared or even particularly noticed. However, that night, Anna woke up and found herself tied to the bedposts. She couldn't move. She could just hear breathing. She looked around and finally spotted Tanko in the corner, with something shiny in her hand.
No one knows what happened to Anna; she was reported missing several days later. However, Tanko resumed being her happy, normal self, and life continued on as before Anna showed up.
"So you see," came the husky voice from a dark corner of the room, "do what you will, but evil will always be punished, and good will keep on just as it always had. And, my dear," the voice took on shape as it moved towards the woman tied to her bed posts, something in its grasp shimmered as the light hit it, "you have done some very, very evil things." And with that, the shadow ended the reign of her evil.
(Wow, that one seemed really dark, I don't know if you guys had the same feeling or not. I was trying to go for a fairy tale type thing with a moral, as told by someone else. Hopefully it's not too confusing. Again, sorry about the late post, to all of you who are following me. Tomorrow, I should be done writing before work, so hopefully more will get to read it. Anyway, please, as always, let me know what you think, or if you have any questions, suggestions, or requests. Peace out, and have a good night.)
One day, however, another girl moved into the house just down the road from her. She was not a good girl. She wouldn't water the flowers or do anything her parents asked of her. She would just dance through the flowers, and tease and mock anyone and anything that got in her way. She would pick up ants and throw them far away from their group; she would pick up flowers and tear them to shreds just so she could feel the sensation of ripping something; she also loved to poke small animals with sticks, especially the dead or dying ones.
This girl was named Anna, and she was not nice in any way. Tanko tried and tried to get along with Tanko, but Anna always ended up tearing off Tanko's little dollies' heads, or eating all the treats when they had picnics; one time she even smacked Tanko's head because she asked Anna to play nicely. Tanko was very sad. She thought that she would have a new play friend when Anna moved in, but it didn't appear that way. But it just wasn't to be so.
Finally, something inside of Tanko snapped. It probably had something to do with watching Anna hitting her chickens with sticks. One of Tanko's chickens actually died. After a day of mourning, Tanko didn't come to see Anna, not that Anna really cared or even particularly noticed. However, that night, Anna woke up and found herself tied to the bedposts. She couldn't move. She could just hear breathing. She looked around and finally spotted Tanko in the corner, with something shiny in her hand.
No one knows what happened to Anna; she was reported missing several days later. However, Tanko resumed being her happy, normal self, and life continued on as before Anna showed up.
"So you see," came the husky voice from a dark corner of the room, "do what you will, but evil will always be punished, and good will keep on just as it always had. And, my dear," the voice took on shape as it moved towards the woman tied to her bed posts, something in its grasp shimmered as the light hit it, "you have done some very, very evil things." And with that, the shadow ended the reign of her evil.
(Wow, that one seemed really dark, I don't know if you guys had the same feeling or not. I was trying to go for a fairy tale type thing with a moral, as told by someone else. Hopefully it's not too confusing. Again, sorry about the late post, to all of you who are following me. Tomorrow, I should be done writing before work, so hopefully more will get to read it. Anyway, please, as always, let me know what you think, or if you have any questions, suggestions, or requests. Peace out, and have a good night.)
Saturday, August 20, 2011
It's that time again kids, story time!
"Out of all the low-down tricks!"
I quickly decided that this was not the place to be, especially if Myra found me. You see, she doesn't like it when people swap out her chickens' eggs with rocks that look like eggs. I've learned this over the years, mainly because I'm the one that keeps swapping them out. It's not that I'm a bad halfling, I promise. I just think it's too funny. She always gets really red in the face, and then screams at different people for a couple of hours.
"I'll find you, whoever you are! I'll find YOU!"
Oh right, got to get on with the getting on. I crouched as I walked behind the bushes that were just behind her chicken coop, just like I always do. Having cleared her line of sight, I stood up, and briskly walked away, trophies in hand. That was the one nice thing about this particular trick. I had breakfast, lunch, and dinner all ready provided for.
After roughly ten minutes of walking, I figured I should put the eggs in their appropriate container. I had a special pouch just for these eggs. It was quite the steal, the guy from whom I acquired this told me that it could hold up to twelve eggs and be worn in the bumpiest cart, and not a single one of them would have so much as a crack, thanks to the magical enchantments placed upon the bag.
While I was putting away the eggs, I suddenly remembered that I needed to return Dylon's wand back to him. He misplaced it, and I found it, right on his bookshelf, where he normally keeps it, but he didn't see it, so I picked it up to return it to him. It did prove useful last week, though, when I accidentally ran into a lion. Oh, but look at me, I'm getting distracted.
I don't always prank Myra. Only when I'm walking through her side of the country. Maybe once a month or so. She never sees it coming, either. There was one time when she almost caught me because she had a bodyguard, or maybe a chicken guard, or an egg guard, I dunno, anyway, I wasn't expecting this guard to be there. Fortunately, he was asleep. I guess that once you're on lookout duty, and nothing's happening, it's quite easy to fall asleep on the job. Though, I don't remember seeing him the next time I dropped by, maybe he had the day off.
It doesn't matter though, because now I have breakfast and the joy of seeing yet another prank come out perfectly.
(Heya all you followers, tried something new with perspectives, more like character development to help give some insight on how a character thinks and does the things they do. You can only get so much done in a page, though. Oh yeah, I'm up to three followers now! [myself included] feeling pretty awesome about that. Oh, and please do feel free to comment on anything and everything that pops up in your guys' minds. I do enjoy feedback as well as possible story ideas, or even other stories that you guys have written.
Tomorrow might be a bit late in getting my writing done. I work open to close, and my wife and I have company coming over, so I might not be able to write until the later hours of the night, but we'll see what I can squeeze in. Hope you guys are enjoying the weekend!)
I quickly decided that this was not the place to be, especially if Myra found me. You see, she doesn't like it when people swap out her chickens' eggs with rocks that look like eggs. I've learned this over the years, mainly because I'm the one that keeps swapping them out. It's not that I'm a bad halfling, I promise. I just think it's too funny. She always gets really red in the face, and then screams at different people for a couple of hours.
"I'll find you, whoever you are! I'll find YOU!"
Oh right, got to get on with the getting on. I crouched as I walked behind the bushes that were just behind her chicken coop, just like I always do. Having cleared her line of sight, I stood up, and briskly walked away, trophies in hand. That was the one nice thing about this particular trick. I had breakfast, lunch, and dinner all ready provided for.
After roughly ten minutes of walking, I figured I should put the eggs in their appropriate container. I had a special pouch just for these eggs. It was quite the steal, the guy from whom I acquired this told me that it could hold up to twelve eggs and be worn in the bumpiest cart, and not a single one of them would have so much as a crack, thanks to the magical enchantments placed upon the bag.
While I was putting away the eggs, I suddenly remembered that I needed to return Dylon's wand back to him. He misplaced it, and I found it, right on his bookshelf, where he normally keeps it, but he didn't see it, so I picked it up to return it to him. It did prove useful last week, though, when I accidentally ran into a lion. Oh, but look at me, I'm getting distracted.
I don't always prank Myra. Only when I'm walking through her side of the country. Maybe once a month or so. She never sees it coming, either. There was one time when she almost caught me because she had a bodyguard, or maybe a chicken guard, or an egg guard, I dunno, anyway, I wasn't expecting this guard to be there. Fortunately, he was asleep. I guess that once you're on lookout duty, and nothing's happening, it's quite easy to fall asleep on the job. Though, I don't remember seeing him the next time I dropped by, maybe he had the day off.
It doesn't matter though, because now I have breakfast and the joy of seeing yet another prank come out perfectly.
(Heya all you followers, tried something new with perspectives, more like character development to help give some insight on how a character thinks and does the things they do. You can only get so much done in a page, though. Oh yeah, I'm up to three followers now! [myself included] feeling pretty awesome about that. Oh, and please do feel free to comment on anything and everything that pops up in your guys' minds. I do enjoy feedback as well as possible story ideas, or even other stories that you guys have written.
Tomorrow might be a bit late in getting my writing done. I work open to close, and my wife and I have company coming over, so I might not be able to write until the later hours of the night, but we'll see what I can squeeze in. Hope you guys are enjoying the weekend!)
Friday, August 19, 2011
Shorty number two/dos/ni/swei... yay! Intercultural title!
Things didn't end up like we had planned. Of course, nothing ever goes to plan, but no one, even in their worst dreams, would have been able to see this coming.
It all started with the new biodome. Same thing as before. We'd lock up fifteen to twenty people, all with different occupations which were useful in a survival type scenario, in a self contained environment, full of everything necessary to survive, and see what would happen in anywhere from twenty to thirty years. The information gained from this research could boost the natural lifestyle agenda leaps and bounds beyond their competitors. Of course, because of the doubts in people's minds, we had to throw away the key to the lock, essentially we would be locking ourselves in with no way out until the experiment was done, but it was worth it for the science.
Of course, those were our thoughts before the war.
It didn't take long for communications with the outside world to become shoddy at best, and within a year of being locked up inside, we received no transmissions from those outside. We would sometimes see planes fly overhead, or hear large booms coming from different directions, and Charlie thought he saw a mushroom cloud once. I guess it didn't take long for the war to escalate to an apocalyptic scale.
Soon the planes stopped flying overhead and for years nothing seemed to change, besides the seasons. The trees outside would change colors, as usual, going from green, to yellow, to brown, then regrowing its leaves, but during the spring of the sixth year, the trees didn't grow back their leaves. There was also a smoky, yellow haze that had started appearing, it only grew thicker as time went on.
We had no idea what was going on. We threw speculations around between our usual chores around the dome, but we were likely never going to find out what was happening.
During the summer of the eighth year in, we finally saw movement outside the dome, Billy actually called us all over to watch, since he was the first one to see it. What we saw horrified us, for what came through the haze, while furry, was nothing like any of the animals we'd seen before. It's head was long and angular; it's neck was elongated and curved; it's body was lean and had a bone structure that struck those of us who saw it as unnatural. It quickly darted back into the smokiness, and we all resumed our chores, somewhat let down from our high hopes of seeing other life.
Year ten was the worst. The haze went away, but the sun never came out, all that ever happened, was rain. It never stopped raining. It rained so much that by the end of the month, the water had surrounded the base of the dome; by the end of the year, it had reached a point where it went over our heads. The next year it finally reached the top of the dome, and we have no clue how deep it is, or even if it's still raining.
By this point in time, there were actually a few more mouths to feed, and some of them were actually old enough to help out with the chores. We were starting to feel a little claustrophobic, and we needed to expand. We didn't have much choice, so we started digging down. It's a funny thing, water, even when it's above ground, it still soaks the ground beneath it, and just like digging a hole at the beach, our project quickly became water-logged.
Our food sources were becoming scarcely enough for us to survive. Some of the original inhabitants of the dome finally snapped, and stole food from the store rooms, despite our delicately planned food plan. Chaos eventually won over, and now I'm the only one left; leaving this history of what happened here in hopes of someone finding us, so that they can know what happened here. May our research prove useful to you.
-Donnie
(This one came out quite a bit differently than I had intended, also quite a bit darker, and I'm not as happy with this one as I am my previous shorty, but it's not too horrible. I think. It's also a different style, more scientific/journally than my previous writings. Meh, not a great execution, but hopefully a decent idea, if anyone wants to try redoing this, feel free :) )
It all started with the new biodome. Same thing as before. We'd lock up fifteen to twenty people, all with different occupations which were useful in a survival type scenario, in a self contained environment, full of everything necessary to survive, and see what would happen in anywhere from twenty to thirty years. The information gained from this research could boost the natural lifestyle agenda leaps and bounds beyond their competitors. Of course, because of the doubts in people's minds, we had to throw away the key to the lock, essentially we would be locking ourselves in with no way out until the experiment was done, but it was worth it for the science.
Of course, those were our thoughts before the war.
It didn't take long for communications with the outside world to become shoddy at best, and within a year of being locked up inside, we received no transmissions from those outside. We would sometimes see planes fly overhead, or hear large booms coming from different directions, and Charlie thought he saw a mushroom cloud once. I guess it didn't take long for the war to escalate to an apocalyptic scale.
Soon the planes stopped flying overhead and for years nothing seemed to change, besides the seasons. The trees outside would change colors, as usual, going from green, to yellow, to brown, then regrowing its leaves, but during the spring of the sixth year, the trees didn't grow back their leaves. There was also a smoky, yellow haze that had started appearing, it only grew thicker as time went on.
We had no idea what was going on. We threw speculations around between our usual chores around the dome, but we were likely never going to find out what was happening.
During the summer of the eighth year in, we finally saw movement outside the dome, Billy actually called us all over to watch, since he was the first one to see it. What we saw horrified us, for what came through the haze, while furry, was nothing like any of the animals we'd seen before. It's head was long and angular; it's neck was elongated and curved; it's body was lean and had a bone structure that struck those of us who saw it as unnatural. It quickly darted back into the smokiness, and we all resumed our chores, somewhat let down from our high hopes of seeing other life.
Year ten was the worst. The haze went away, but the sun never came out, all that ever happened, was rain. It never stopped raining. It rained so much that by the end of the month, the water had surrounded the base of the dome; by the end of the year, it had reached a point where it went over our heads. The next year it finally reached the top of the dome, and we have no clue how deep it is, or even if it's still raining.
By this point in time, there were actually a few more mouths to feed, and some of them were actually old enough to help out with the chores. We were starting to feel a little claustrophobic, and we needed to expand. We didn't have much choice, so we started digging down. It's a funny thing, water, even when it's above ground, it still soaks the ground beneath it, and just like digging a hole at the beach, our project quickly became water-logged.
Our food sources were becoming scarcely enough for us to survive. Some of the original inhabitants of the dome finally snapped, and stole food from the store rooms, despite our delicately planned food plan. Chaos eventually won over, and now I'm the only one left; leaving this history of what happened here in hopes of someone finding us, so that they can know what happened here. May our research prove useful to you.
-Donnie
(This one came out quite a bit differently than I had intended, also quite a bit darker, and I'm not as happy with this one as I am my previous shorty, but it's not too horrible. I think. It's also a different style, more scientific/journally than my previous writings. Meh, not a great execution, but hopefully a decent idea, if anyone wants to try redoing this, feel free :) )
Thursday, August 18, 2011
New Shorty Woot!
He felt the sword leave his body as it flung his blood on the ground, for its wielder was strong, skilled, and agile. It wasn't everyday that he got a sword thrust into his stomach. He felt the fire as his innards told him that he wasn't airtight anymore. His opponent recovered from the lunge and prepared to strike again. As the blade came at him, Estevan couldn't help but snicker. He could hear the armor chinking together as his foe moved to strike.
That poor soul was going to need that armor.
Estevan easily sidestepped the first strike, and parried the second blow with his wooden staff. He found the opening and took it, getting his adversary right between the ribs, sending him back and on his haunches; he rushed forward, not skipping a beat, and quickly relieved the sword from its owner's possession. He then proceeded to whack the poor boy as he tried, quite horribly, to ward off the blows with his bare hands.
"I yield," came a young man's voice from behind a masked head.
The bashing didn't stop.
"I said, I YIELD!" this time it was a shout that rang out.
Estevan let up his blows. "At least I got you that time," the young man said hopefully as Estevan pulled him to his feet. "I let you get me," he said with a fatherly tone in his voice. "You know, William, it's not a bad thing to appear weak if it gets your opponent overconfident in their abilities." He looked at William with a knowing eye. The young man pulled off his helmet and gave Estevan a puzzled look as he sat on the ground.
"Maybe you'll remember that the next time you decide to get into a brawl with Charles over a silly argument about whose master is the best. I really don't need you to prove to everyone else that I'm the best; everyone already knows it." He winked at William and went over to his pack in the grass, grabbed two small vials, and chucked one at William, who caught it without the need to look. Estevan smiled as he downed the red liquid, and relief swept over him as his wounds closed themselves up and the fire that was burning in his gut quickly dissipated into a wonderful nothingness.
"Now then, since the lesson for today is over, how about we get back to our regular sparring?" William looked up, sighed, and walked over to where his sword lay, downed the curative potion and threw the vial into the grass. He retrieved his sword, put his helmet back on, and assumed the ready stance before letting out a fierce barrage of blows.
Estevan smiled. There may be hope for him yet.
[Ok, so here is my first short story (yes, it is very short). Feedback would be wonderful if there is any to be given. Love y'all, peace out!]
That poor soul was going to need that armor.
Estevan easily sidestepped the first strike, and parried the second blow with his wooden staff. He found the opening and took it, getting his adversary right between the ribs, sending him back and on his haunches; he rushed forward, not skipping a beat, and quickly relieved the sword from its owner's possession. He then proceeded to whack the poor boy as he tried, quite horribly, to ward off the blows with his bare hands.
"I yield," came a young man's voice from behind a masked head.
The bashing didn't stop.
"I said, I YIELD!" this time it was a shout that rang out.
Estevan let up his blows. "At least I got you that time," the young man said hopefully as Estevan pulled him to his feet. "I let you get me," he said with a fatherly tone in his voice. "You know, William, it's not a bad thing to appear weak if it gets your opponent overconfident in their abilities." He looked at William with a knowing eye. The young man pulled off his helmet and gave Estevan a puzzled look as he sat on the ground.
"Maybe you'll remember that the next time you decide to get into a brawl with Charles over a silly argument about whose master is the best. I really don't need you to prove to everyone else that I'm the best; everyone already knows it." He winked at William and went over to his pack in the grass, grabbed two small vials, and chucked one at William, who caught it without the need to look. Estevan smiled as he downed the red liquid, and relief swept over him as his wounds closed themselves up and the fire that was burning in his gut quickly dissipated into a wonderful nothingness.
"Now then, since the lesson for today is over, how about we get back to our regular sparring?" William looked up, sighed, and walked over to where his sword lay, downed the curative potion and threw the vial into the grass. He retrieved his sword, put his helmet back on, and assumed the ready stance before letting out a fierce barrage of blows.
Estevan smiled. There may be hope for him yet.
[Ok, so here is my first short story (yes, it is very short). Feedback would be wonderful if there is any to be given. Love y'all, peace out!]
A new idea, crazy, right?
So, seeing as I have the attention span of approximately a two year old when it comes to writing stories, I'm debating whether or not I should just write short stories for a little bit to help build my writing stamina and also to help out my writing style (I've written essays and school papers for quite a few years, I don't get to be creative all that often). Lemme know what you all are thinking.
Or if you have any requests, I might try writing a story for you. I always enjoy a challenge, just please don't get too offended if it doesn't come out quite the way you want. This is an exercise in creativity, not a million dollar book contract ;). Hope you all are doing well, and enjoying your day, because it doesn't matter what's going on; all that matters is how you decide to respond to it (or that's most of it, I should clarify). Anyway, peace out, my homie gees.
Or if you have any requests, I might try writing a story for you. I always enjoy a challenge, just please don't get too offended if it doesn't come out quite the way you want. This is an exercise in creativity, not a million dollar book contract ;). Hope you all are doing well, and enjoying your day, because it doesn't matter what's going on; all that matters is how you decide to respond to it (or that's most of it, I should clarify). Anyway, peace out, my homie gees.
To chapter Zero, and beyond!
The man looked up at me, as if surprised to see me there. "I'm so glad you could make it. I was almost worried that you weren't going to be able to come." A small smile crossed his lips as he said this. "Now, you're probably wondering why your presence was requested. Let's just say that I know the powers you posses, and I do really wish to see those powers come to fruition, so I've requested that you be put underneath my direct tutelage; now, seeing as I'm the librarian, this means that you have direct access to all the books in the room."
I had to keep my jaw from dropping at the thought of all these books being at my disposal. All the knowledge stored therein could easily keep me entertained, and what's more, I might actually be able to learn something.
He continued. "I thought you might like that, and by your semi-dumbfounded expression, I'd believe I was right. Now, you will have your classes as normal, but I do expect to see you here everyday, at least to check in. I'll also have some assignments for you from time to time, on top of your normal homework. These will help you understand your own powers even better. I think you and I are a lot alike." He chuckled after that remark, and I honestly don't know why. "Now then, the first assignment I have for you is to read this book." He handed me a thick text. I leafed through the first couple of pages. It was written in a language I didn't understand.
"How am I to read something I don't understand?" I was more than just a little frustrated at this point.
"Oh, don't worry, you'll find out soon enough, just remember that you have more than just your brain and knowledge at your disposal now." Again, he chuckled as he walked off. "Goodnight, and sleep well."
And just like that, I was whisked away by the arm again, back through the doors, and down the hallways and mazes, to the room where I originally woke up. It was starting to get a little annoying. Hopefully that wasn't the main form of transportation used in this school. When I got to my bunk, I opened up the book to the first page. Blech, this was going to be one heck of a reading assignment.
Other students started coming back to their bunks after I had just given up trying to decipher the language through sheer brain power. It just wasn't making sense. But worst of all was that I hadn't even thought of my family. This sudden realization sent me into a brief panic. I'm gone from my family, I'm in a weird place, a place with great potential for learning, but is it a place where I want to be? I also only know about three people in the entire school, and no one really seems to be interested in helping me out, save that weird girl, and that really weird librarian.
I rolled over, and saw that the boy with whom I was walking earlier sitting in the bed next to me with his head bowed. I tried to get his attention. "Hey, I never did get your name."
Nothing happened.
"Hello?"
Still nothing.
I reached over and was about to touch him on the arm, when his head popped up, and he looked at me. I jumped back from the shock of seeing his eyes emanate a red glow. "Tristan isn't here right now," said a dark, super creepy voice, which seemed to come from the boy's mouth.
What have I gotten myself into?
I had to keep my jaw from dropping at the thought of all these books being at my disposal. All the knowledge stored therein could easily keep me entertained, and what's more, I might actually be able to learn something.
He continued. "I thought you might like that, and by your semi-dumbfounded expression, I'd believe I was right. Now, you will have your classes as normal, but I do expect to see you here everyday, at least to check in. I'll also have some assignments for you from time to time, on top of your normal homework. These will help you understand your own powers even better. I think you and I are a lot alike." He chuckled after that remark, and I honestly don't know why. "Now then, the first assignment I have for you is to read this book." He handed me a thick text. I leafed through the first couple of pages. It was written in a language I didn't understand.
"How am I to read something I don't understand?" I was more than just a little frustrated at this point.
"Oh, don't worry, you'll find out soon enough, just remember that you have more than just your brain and knowledge at your disposal now." Again, he chuckled as he walked off. "Goodnight, and sleep well."
And just like that, I was whisked away by the arm again, back through the doors, and down the hallways and mazes, to the room where I originally woke up. It was starting to get a little annoying. Hopefully that wasn't the main form of transportation used in this school. When I got to my bunk, I opened up the book to the first page. Blech, this was going to be one heck of a reading assignment.
Other students started coming back to their bunks after I had just given up trying to decipher the language through sheer brain power. It just wasn't making sense. But worst of all was that I hadn't even thought of my family. This sudden realization sent me into a brief panic. I'm gone from my family, I'm in a weird place, a place with great potential for learning, but is it a place where I want to be? I also only know about three people in the entire school, and no one really seems to be interested in helping me out, save that weird girl, and that really weird librarian.
I rolled over, and saw that the boy with whom I was walking earlier sitting in the bed next to me with his head bowed. I tried to get his attention. "Hey, I never did get your name."
Nothing happened.
"Hello?"
Still nothing.
I reached over and was about to touch him on the arm, when his head popped up, and he looked at me. I jumped back from the shock of seeing his eyes emanate a red glow. "Tristan isn't here right now," said a dark, super creepy voice, which seemed to come from the boy's mouth.
What have I gotten myself into?
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Continuing on what appears to be chapter zero
As I snapped out of my inappropriately timed flash back, the old man started giving his speech, and my two new found acquaintances rushed to find seats. I quickly took a seat next to them. The speaker's phrasing flowed like any speaker I'd heard before, following the usual ups and downs, rises and falls, quietness and softness, but it wasn't until the last part of his speech that I took notice of what he was saying. He wasn't doing anything special? Of course what he was doing was special, he had the power to change his very surroundings with but a word. Even I had witnessed this power first-hand on the night I was abducted.
"Throughout your stay here at our school," the man continued, "you will learn everything you need to know about magic. And of course, it's all free for you. Every day you will receive three meals, lodging, and of course, schooling. The only thing I ask for in return is the chance to watch your growth in the understanding of the art of controlling the powers around you. And with that thought, I leave you to rest for the night. Be sure to sleep well, as your training starts tomorrow."
At that, the majority of students stood up, and walked out of the room with food in hand, anxious to get on with the rest of their evening. It didn't take long for me to assume that these speeches were a fairly regular ordeal here, for the students who stayed behind to eat didn't really seem to care too much about what was said, and were more interested in talking about other things, like who the next winner of wand wrestling was going to be.
As I stood up to leave, I was whisked away by his arm. Back down the entry hallway, through a seemingly endless maze of hallways, up stairs and down them. And the worst part was that I couldn't move, I was stuck in this awkward position as my heels smacked against the uneven stones in the floor. I didn't much recognize anything, there were generic statues that blended in with the walls, tapestries that ran along the floor that repeated the same pattern over, and over again.
After what seemed like half an hour, and many tastelessly designed hallways, I found myself in a room. Not that this much surprised me, for rooms are quite commonly found in buildings, regardless of popular belief. But this room was nicer than any other I'd seen during my short stay at this... place. The room itself was huge, and it was filled with dark wooden shelves, which were completely filled with books. The shelves took up so much space that it seemed like it would be quite the feat just to walk through the shelves without inadvertently bumping into anything, and it seemed one should hope that there wasn't another person to get in the way, because getting around them would be more difficult than trying to jump through a flaming hoop which was two inches too small for the jumper.
That's why I was surprised when I saw a man come through one of these passage ways. It wasn't so much his presence that startled me, but the sheer size of the man. He easily could have swallowed me whole and still had enough room in his belly for two or three more of me, and I don't mean he was tall. He was fat, very, very fat.
(sorry for not posting yesterday everyone who's watching/reading [which isn't very many people right now, I know], but we [my wife and I] were having some issues with our ISP, and thus had our internet kicked out for sometime, and we just got it back today. So yeah, again, please let me know what you guys would like to see happen, or if you find any blatant errors, or something like that. Peace)
"Throughout your stay here at our school," the man continued, "you will learn everything you need to know about magic. And of course, it's all free for you. Every day you will receive three meals, lodging, and of course, schooling. The only thing I ask for in return is the chance to watch your growth in the understanding of the art of controlling the powers around you. And with that thought, I leave you to rest for the night. Be sure to sleep well, as your training starts tomorrow."
At that, the majority of students stood up, and walked out of the room with food in hand, anxious to get on with the rest of their evening. It didn't take long for me to assume that these speeches were a fairly regular ordeal here, for the students who stayed behind to eat didn't really seem to care too much about what was said, and were more interested in talking about other things, like who the next winner of wand wrestling was going to be.
As I stood up to leave, I was whisked away by his arm. Back down the entry hallway, through a seemingly endless maze of hallways, up stairs and down them. And the worst part was that I couldn't move, I was stuck in this awkward position as my heels smacked against the uneven stones in the floor. I didn't much recognize anything, there were generic statues that blended in with the walls, tapestries that ran along the floor that repeated the same pattern over, and over again.
After what seemed like half an hour, and many tastelessly designed hallways, I found myself in a room. Not that this much surprised me, for rooms are quite commonly found in buildings, regardless of popular belief. But this room was nicer than any other I'd seen during my short stay at this... place. The room itself was huge, and it was filled with dark wooden shelves, which were completely filled with books. The shelves took up so much space that it seemed like it would be quite the feat just to walk through the shelves without inadvertently bumping into anything, and it seemed one should hope that there wasn't another person to get in the way, because getting around them would be more difficult than trying to jump through a flaming hoop which was two inches too small for the jumper.
That's why I was surprised when I saw a man come through one of these passage ways. It wasn't so much his presence that startled me, but the sheer size of the man. He easily could have swallowed me whole and still had enough room in his belly for two or three more of me, and I don't mean he was tall. He was fat, very, very fat.
(sorry for not posting yesterday everyone who's watching/reading [which isn't very many people right now, I know], but we [my wife and I] were having some issues with our ISP, and thus had our internet kicked out for sometime, and we just got it back today. So yeah, again, please let me know what you guys would like to see happen, or if you find any blatant errors, or something like that. Peace)
Monday, August 15, 2011
Still chapter zero, or do I call it something else since I started a new day?
The next thing I knew, I was in a room. There was a door, a book shelf, and a few beds. I was the only one there, but it seemed like others had been living here for some time. There were piles of books, clothes, and other devices, which looked like sticks. There were also lit candles. The room felt warm, and that's when I realized that I had no idea where I was. I, of course, had another encounter with those soldiers, or at least some that looked closely like the ones that attacked my house. They ordered me up, clothed, and ready to leave in an hour. It wasn't until later that evening, after I had donned bright blue robes, that the weird guy in the gray garb gave his speech. There were people everywhere, but not a smile could be seen, except for on the faces of those at the front table, obviously talking about something intently.
On the walk over I happened to run into a few people who looked about as shocked as I did at this encounter. I decided to stick close with them, because they had probably gone through the same experience I had. There was a girl who was probably about my age, though she was already taller than I; she had dark, black hair, freckles on her face, and was extremely skinny. The boy looked like he was a little bit younger than the two of us. His boyish, brown hair was cut extremely short, and he looked as though he had some muscles on him, which was weird for someone his age, but I didn't pay it too much attention.
"I'm Medgar," I whispered, as I hoped that they would respond in kind. Nothing but a nod of the head and a darting look was all I got back from them. "Were you kidnapped too?" I followed up, hoping to get at least some information out of them. The boy nodded slowly as he just looking at the floor, while we paced along, and the girl looked at me straight in the face and seemed to study my very soul.
"You're going to be trouble," she finally stated in a sweet voice, which caused a bit of a double take internally, I wasn't expecting something like that to come attached to a voice that sounded so carefree and capable of happiness.
She looked at me for a few more seconds before saying "Count me in." And that is when the most devious smile I have ever seen grew on her lips. I was quite mortified, to say the least, though I thanked her for her kind offer of aid.
The boy just continued to look down at the floor. It was right about this time that we reached where we were instructed to go. And it is precisely at this point that things finally started making sense to me. When we reached this room, which was apparently a large dining hall of some sort, we got a look of even more people, mostly older, who were wearing similar robes to the three of us. Of course, the few people that we passed in the hallway had similar robes, but I didn't make the connection until we were with such a mass of people, that all the robes looked the same, save for the color.
I'm not sure I told you this earlier, but I'm a little bit of a brainiac. I enjoy looking at puzzles and figuring them out. I had the rare opportunity to read books at my uncle's house when we visited, and I would spend countless hours just absorbing as much information as I could from them.
On the walk over I happened to run into a few people who looked about as shocked as I did at this encounter. I decided to stick close with them, because they had probably gone through the same experience I had. There was a girl who was probably about my age, though she was already taller than I; she had dark, black hair, freckles on her face, and was extremely skinny. The boy looked like he was a little bit younger than the two of us. His boyish, brown hair was cut extremely short, and he looked as though he had some muscles on him, which was weird for someone his age, but I didn't pay it too much attention.
"I'm Medgar," I whispered, as I hoped that they would respond in kind. Nothing but a nod of the head and a darting look was all I got back from them. "Were you kidnapped too?" I followed up, hoping to get at least some information out of them. The boy nodded slowly as he just looking at the floor, while we paced along, and the girl looked at me straight in the face and seemed to study my very soul.
"You're going to be trouble," she finally stated in a sweet voice, which caused a bit of a double take internally, I wasn't expecting something like that to come attached to a voice that sounded so carefree and capable of happiness.
She looked at me for a few more seconds before saying "Count me in." And that is when the most devious smile I have ever seen grew on her lips. I was quite mortified, to say the least, though I thanked her for her kind offer of aid.
The boy just continued to look down at the floor. It was right about this time that we reached where we were instructed to go. And it is precisely at this point that things finally started making sense to me. When we reached this room, which was apparently a large dining hall of some sort, we got a look of even more people, mostly older, who were wearing similar robes to the three of us. Of course, the few people that we passed in the hallway had similar robes, but I didn't make the connection until we were with such a mass of people, that all the robes looked the same, save for the color.
I'm not sure I told you this earlier, but I'm a little bit of a brainiac. I enjoy looking at puzzles and figuring them out. I had the rare opportunity to read books at my uncle's house when we visited, and I would spend countless hours just absorbing as much information as I could from them.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Chapter Zero, how it all starts
"If I were to tell you that what I do is nothing special, would you believe me? Sure, I can create fire, but so can anyone, just by rubbing two stones together. Sure, I can heal wounds, but so can anyone with rest and time. And yes, I may be able to travel through time, but we all do that really, just at a one second to one second ratio. Simply put, nature has rules. I don't break those rules, I just see the rules and understand how to bend them, to make them do as I will, instead of being stuck doing as they command.
"This is the basic rule of all magic, and as such it is my joy and privilege to welcome you all to the first year of your magical training!" The wrinkled and white bearded man clothed in gray robes sat down in his tall, oaken chair in the middle of a long, wooden table filled with food, drink, and extremely expensive looking tableware. Others were seated with him at the same table. They all sat on the same side, which allowed them to look out at us without the need for turning.
We are the students at this school. Though students is putting it nicely. From what I've heard, we're nothing but slaves, or pawns in the plans that this man has for everything.
I was actually taken from my home just a few days ago. It seems that puberty is the time when magic ability is most likely to begin expressing itself, and my parents and family were celebrating with great joy in our little cobblestone hut on our farm, for I had just recently become aware of my ability to bend reality. The fire was warm in the fireplace, the snow was falling outside as it does in the winter months, and everyone was laughing and cheering as I made pieces of food dance around the table.
And that's when things happened.
The fire was suddenly snuffed out, Grandma, who was knitting and smiling only a second before let out a blood curdling cry as if someone had stabbed her several times. Father and mother leapt out of their seats in an instant. Father ran for his sword which was placed above the fireplace as a trophy of his days as a soldier, and mother, poor mother, ran to the window to see what was going on. Unfortunately, she found a crossbow bolt to the skull was all she could report back to us as she staggered away from the smashed window that gave us all a start.
My twin younger sisters were already crying, and that didn't cause the crying to quite down. Without realizing what I was doing, I got up, and suddenly the whole world seemed to slow down. I could think, I could think through what needed to happen. Again, what happened next was all second nature, and I have no idea how I did it. All I know is that My family needed to be protected, and I did just that.
It wasn't but an eye blink later that the house and everything, and everyone, in it had vanished. I was left alone in the cold snow. Surrounding me were dozens of men, with crossbows, swords, maces, and many other weapons all drawn and ready to attack. At this point, confused as I was, I decided to take action, I imagined every sort of terrible thing happening to these people who would dare attack my family. Fire jumped from my fingers one moment, while the next moment would bring the satisfying squishing sound of someone's eyes.
It was at thins point that time caught up with me. I was suddenly aware of how much energy I had used to make all these things happen. As bolts and arrows flew around me as they resumed their initial trajectory, I fell to the ground, thoroughly exhausted.
(And thus ends the first section, let me know what you think, and if you have any ideas of where the adventure should go from here. Peace!)
"This is the basic rule of all magic, and as such it is my joy and privilege to welcome you all to the first year of your magical training!" The wrinkled and white bearded man clothed in gray robes sat down in his tall, oaken chair in the middle of a long, wooden table filled with food, drink, and extremely expensive looking tableware. Others were seated with him at the same table. They all sat on the same side, which allowed them to look out at us without the need for turning.
We are the students at this school. Though students is putting it nicely. From what I've heard, we're nothing but slaves, or pawns in the plans that this man has for everything.
I was actually taken from my home just a few days ago. It seems that puberty is the time when magic ability is most likely to begin expressing itself, and my parents and family were celebrating with great joy in our little cobblestone hut on our farm, for I had just recently become aware of my ability to bend reality. The fire was warm in the fireplace, the snow was falling outside as it does in the winter months, and everyone was laughing and cheering as I made pieces of food dance around the table.
And that's when things happened.
The fire was suddenly snuffed out, Grandma, who was knitting and smiling only a second before let out a blood curdling cry as if someone had stabbed her several times. Father and mother leapt out of their seats in an instant. Father ran for his sword which was placed above the fireplace as a trophy of his days as a soldier, and mother, poor mother, ran to the window to see what was going on. Unfortunately, she found a crossbow bolt to the skull was all she could report back to us as she staggered away from the smashed window that gave us all a start.
My twin younger sisters were already crying, and that didn't cause the crying to quite down. Without realizing what I was doing, I got up, and suddenly the whole world seemed to slow down. I could think, I could think through what needed to happen. Again, what happened next was all second nature, and I have no idea how I did it. All I know is that My family needed to be protected, and I did just that.
It wasn't but an eye blink later that the house and everything, and everyone, in it had vanished. I was left alone in the cold snow. Surrounding me were dozens of men, with crossbows, swords, maces, and many other weapons all drawn and ready to attack. At this point, confused as I was, I decided to take action, I imagined every sort of terrible thing happening to these people who would dare attack my family. Fire jumped from my fingers one moment, while the next moment would bring the satisfying squishing sound of someone's eyes.
It was at thins point that time caught up with me. I was suddenly aware of how much energy I had used to make all these things happen. As bolts and arrows flew around me as they resumed their initial trajectory, I fell to the ground, thoroughly exhausted.
(And thus ends the first section, let me know what you think, and if you have any ideas of where the adventure should go from here. Peace!)
The start of something; let's hope it's great.
Greetings to all of you who are not currently reading my newly founded blog. I would love to invite you to come read, and hopefully enjoy. Of course, seeing as you're not even aware of my existence yet, well, I guess it's somewhat pointless to be typing to you now. However, I'm sure that at some point, you all will be reading my first ever post, and as such, let me welcome you. So... HI!!!! :D Yeah, feel free to hang around as long as you'd like (though I'd prefer it to not be beyond the time of when it starts to get awkward and creepy) and let me know what you think of the posts as they come and go. I'm mostly going to be writing a story without any plot or anything written out, just writing as thoughts come to me, but I might be willing (from time to time) to write a suggestion or two in, we'll see how generous I'm feeling once I actually start writing.
So, yeah, I just know that it's going to be a somewhat fantastic story (meaning it takes place in fantasy-land, so don't try any of this stuff at home, kids), but the specifics are not nailed down yet. Well, let's give it a whirl, shall we (and by "we" I mean, me, myself, and I, at least at this point).
So, yeah, I just know that it's going to be a somewhat fantastic story (meaning it takes place in fantasy-land, so don't try any of this stuff at home, kids), but the specifics are not nailed down yet. Well, let's give it a whirl, shall we (and by "we" I mean, me, myself, and I, at least at this point).
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