Chapter 10Chapter Ten: Dialogue (Or the villains complain about their lack of screen time)“So, what’s it been, five chapters since we’ve been heard from?” Dejwin asked lazily as he looked over the kitchen table at the minions who were currently playing with his daughter.“Nine chapters, thirty seven thousand, one hundred and two words,” One of the minions replied bleakly.“No, that’s not quite true,” Another interjected, “There was a brief cameo in chapter four about seven thousand words after our last mention.”“Seven thousand, one hundred and fifty five years,” the first one cor
Chapter 9 and a halfChapter Nine Part Two (Because it was just getting too large with only one part): Incoming! (or a basic lesson in quest magic)Everyone looked at Parry like she had two heads. Their collective gaze was so intense that she actually checked to make sure. Nope, only one.“Did you see the bridge when Tsidu and Dirwe went across?!” Cin demanded, catching her attention again. “It couldn’t take one more person, let alone a whole line of them!”“Really, has the rain started leaking into your head, or is there something you’re not telling us?” Dirwe chimed in.When it had become obvious that they were
Chapter 1Chapter One: Abdication (or, the chapter in which an old man decides to retire and hands his campaign off to his reluctant son)Below lay the blue ocean and above spread the clear sky; the horizon was lightest of blue lines far out in the distance. But it was getting closer as the sky and sea passed rapidly by. Even in this paradoxal wonder there was perfection, only marred by a single black speck very close to the horizon. Larger and larger the spot grew until it was recognizable as an island. Blackened shores of old lava flows revealed the nature of the island's formation. If that was not enough of a clue, though, a large, solitary mo
My AngelTo this day I will swear to you that he is an angel. Now granted, most angels don't have wavy red hair or honey brown eyes that you could just melt in, but he did. He was a quiet man, one who you might not notice if you weren't paying attention. It is said that he is one of the best healers the world has ever seen. I'm quite willing to believe that, considering what I have seen him do during the relatively short time I have had the privilege of watching him. Some people claim that he uses magic to heal his patients, but as of yet I haven't seen him use anything more than a bandage or a bundle of herbs to treat me. He often bows his head
CasualIt was late. Vague music played as the eerie glow of a computer screen lit the small room. Blaise sat staring at the monitor, wide-awake despite the late hour. She knew she would be Summoned soon, and she sat at the ready. For days her sister had sensed a coming evil. Lessien had determined that this malevolence was somehow connected with her scrying, though the visions she received were unusually indistinct and unhelpful. They were filled with a golden, endless nothing, and the only times they showed anything else it was of a man leering evilly over her. Lessien could sense danger in this, though, and Blaise trusted that. Her sister h
DifferentRae bolted in the direction from which the scream had come. As she ran, she berated herself for leaving the other women alone. What if they were actually in trouble this time? The scream sounded again, this time accompanied by an airy, chirping whistle. Rae doubled her pace. She burst into the clearing just as Finlay appeared from the opposite side. Things were strikingly clear, even in the half-second Rae had to examine them. The women were at the edge of the clearing, huddled together, their fearful eyes staring at a single point. This time their fear was well founded. A dragon stalked into view. Its silver hide glittered in the
The Death SongRae stood among the rest for as long as she could, but it was too much. He was dead and it was all her fault. It was her fault she would never see him again in class, or talk to him in the halls. It was her fault there was an empty chair at dinner. She could not bear to be near the people she had taken him from any longer, it was just too hard to keep from breaking down, it was too hard to pretend not to blame herself when she did. Even as Finlay droned on about the life Nauhad led, Rae edged her way slowly to the back of the crowd. It wasn't hard really, everyone was doing something, either crying, comforting, or staring out into space
From the CatString up my brother and box his stupid earsWhy does this make me feel so wonderful?No more will I suffer at his unfeeling feetHe must never say I am the perfect feline companionNip him alwaysAnd cough up a hairball on his noseCrazy little boy pounced
Today We're All HokiesThere are some days you'll remember foreverthis one, this day not so long agoI remember it like it was but yesterdayand in a sense, it kind of wasThe world seemed to stop that day,just as it stopped again today,as we remember the horrorthe terror, heart ache, and devastationHelpless, we were so closeand yet we could do nothingnothing but watch with fearpraying it was a dream, knowing otherwiseToday a bell tolled thirty three timesThe air silent, even the birds stoppedtheir songs hushed in respect for the deadSo once again, today we are all Hokies
Aria of St. FrancisAria of St. FrancisBy: Myron and KuroinamiYon wintry fowl now gaze upon the mark of youth,Half-set in joy and risen in heart his song.Who would expect such reason to hold, uncouth?Thus to flight his wings, azure, shall long.His call, lost breath, as fierce to Want as flame,Her breast impassioned with rhythm untold,So taut the charged sweetness that keep her name,And in this day with mate together hold.The blossom free from crafting self will fall.In autumn light recall the spring now gone.Enrapt with native dreams, the shame of all,Wrought with age, the bird awaits the ancient Dawn.Hide, dull plumage, against the w
I am SafeI am aloneUpon the throne.Door locked.Peace.Steps outside the doorSoft and stealthyCreek, creek, creek.They go up the stairs.Overhead a crysuprise, frightPounding feetDown the stairsThe nob jiggles,Pounding, pounding, pounding,A terrible scream.I am safe, nothing can touch me.Blood runs under the door.
Her SonNo matter what time of day or night it was, Harriet was to be determined to annoy Smati. Or at least, it seemed that way sometimes. Sure she knew there was something important going on with the other saints, but Smati actually had some important intelligence for Harriet this time. Stuff that REALLY couldn’t wait until tomorrow, no matter what the elf at the door said. And so, she’d rather unceremoniously let herself into a meeting of the saints. She was quiet about it, Harriet was going to be mad enough with her barging in like this. Quietly melding with the shadows, the were moved around the room until she was behind the dro
Ambrosio in HellDarkness, darker than the darkest night, deeper than the depths of the ocean was nothing and everything. Darkness was, and reigned. Darkness was Ambrosio’s every conscious notion. Eternity had come and gone, or so it seemed, and still He languished. His tormentors had left him only after six days and seven nights, He knew the passage of time only from the Demons that did attend him. In the day the demons touch burned like fire. In the night, their rotten limbs froze him to the core. For those long days and nights they had tortured him to his limits and beyond, pulling, stretching, twisting, and morphing his malleable Soul so that
Chronowalker Chapter1The Lambda Legion dropship thundered in a blue sky over what had been Brasilia. The once proud human city was now in ruins. A few smaller buildings had survived the devastation of hundreds of years of disrepair and war. Ter'Nik looked out a small window, watching the city below."What a dump." Niterrel muttered, as she glanced out the window. Pushing off the side of the craft she walked back to where she had been sitting."It could be worse," Ter'Nik said, still watching the ground. The ruins got more and more contemporary as they flew closer to a Breed-controlled facility. He scratched his long, anteater-like nose with a long claw.
Chronowalker-3LOOKING FOR CHAPTER 2? IT'S HERE: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50520676/Chapter 3:Ter'Nik was walking to the cafeteria again. He was hungry and there was nothing at the barracks. He saw it was looking like it was about closed, but walked over and got a few things to take back. As he was, he saw a familiar figure lying on one of the couches by the stairs to the monorail. He walked over and knelt down. It was Niterrel. "Hey," he said. "What're you doing here?"She moaned lightly and opened an eye, "I have a roommate.""Oh?""Want to take a guess who?"He was tired and shook his head."Well, let's just say she's a mutual acquain
Chapter 9Chapter Nine: A Bridge too Far (Or how knitting can save your life.)The next morning was hard on most of the group. For one thing, hangovers are nasty business, and for another, that storm that had started the night before was starting to flood the town! Though they stumbled down the stairs, the heroes knew what they needed to do and were already strapping on their gear, weapons, and other essentials. Parry had also started knitting frantically in a much wider stitch than she normally used.Cin and Feiskar started to organize the people that were milling about outside the tavern (the people knew that a group of adventurers were inside a
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