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| ☯The Necromancer☯; My first ongoing story here. | |
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| JirachitheGreat | Jun 28 2012, 03:08 PM Post #1 |
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The child stepped in line with everyone else. She looked to be eight or so, clinging to a little ragdoll, with sickly pale skin and a slender build, only three and a half feet high. She ran her pale fingers through her silver hair to the end, her large amber eyes were filled with fear and her fists were clenched. They all walked to the large wooden house...the safe house...whatever, the place was weak, ancient too, it would collapse within seconds. She stepped into the house and hid in the corner. A boy around half her age with silver hair and amber eyes sat down next to her. "Asimi..." He said shakily. "We'll be alright, we've done this before, right?" "But-" "We'll be fine!" She snapped, and then softened. "I"m sorry, Aurum...we'll be alright..." There was a ramming on the door and whimpers and moans of fright rose up from the crowd. The ramming continued for five minutes. "Asimi it's...it's working!" The girl smiled but then it slipped as she heard the shouts from outside. She clung to the doll. "Bring out the Fire team!" "No..." There was a crackling noise and...ram! The room was aglow, the flames spread all over the room and hot embers drifted off of the walls. Cries of terror rose from the crowd and people began to run all over. The boy looked terrified and the girl pulled him up. "Get up Aurum!" She said, her sharp angular features alight in the flames. The duo dashed through house and saw shadowy figures near the doorway. "Uuuuuuuuugh!" the girl hissed and punched right through the fragile wall. Ignoring the burn marks on her hand, she dashed through the burning village, her clothes were rags and her feet were scraped from running. "Asimi I can't keep up I think-" She stumbled and fell. "AH!" All went black. "Stop it hurts! Get away from Sister!" An Elementalist approached her and she looked up. A ring of flames arose around them and a soldier held up Aurum by the throat, dashing him with flames, leaving his flesh raw. Screams arose all around them, bodies were falling, time slowing. "No...no...no..." Aurum fell with a thud, a puddle of blood was forming around him and soaking his ragged clothes. His yellow eyes dulled and he slumped over. Another soldier approached the girl, began whipping her with blades of flames. It hurt...her flesh was raw and her skin seared...they seemed to enjoy burning little patterns into her...hatred brimmed in her eyes...blood leaked down her arms, her chest...how could they..."Aurum...Aurum...WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" She stood, glaring. "To Oblivion! All of you!" They stared, began backing away...and she continued talking... "Spiritus ego tibi praecipio, surge et daemones fugere toto decertare voluit, non dimittent donec fuerint poenas iure" Blue balls of flames arose from the bodies surrounding them, and danced together, forming a swirl around her. "Spiritus ego tibi praecipio, surge et daemones fugere toto decertare voluit, non dimittent donec fuerint poenas iure, "Spiritus ego tibi praecipio, surge et daemones fugere toto decertare voluit, non dimittent donec fuerint poenas iure, "Spiritus ego tibi praecipio, surge et daemones fugere toto decertare voluit, non dimittent donec fuerint poenas iure!" She continued chanting and they fireballs formed a tornado. It swirled around her and towards the soldiers. "Demon child!" They shrieked and ran away. The blue wisps diminished within seconds and she sagged, looking at the burn marks in her palms...little swirls...she hugged her ragdoll and fell down next to Aurum. The reek of death filled the air, flames crackled all over and the screeches were still fresh in her mind. Tears fell down her ashen face, sparkling in the light. "Yes...that's what I am...the Demon Child..." She began sobbing. A Necromancer She reached for her brother...and closed her eyes. Edited by JirachitheGreat, Jul 3 2012, 06:38 PM.
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| JirachitheGreat | Jun 30 2012, 12:01 AM Post #2 |
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Eventually, I stopped and leaned against a brick wall. Most of the buildings were bricks and shingles, I was really starting to like it, it was supposed to have a big history, and it was fun to explore! I saw the place I was leaning against, an antique shop...so many amazing little things...the mirrors, the puppets, jewelry, stones, it was all so shiny! I opened and the door jingled. A hollow, high-pitched noise, I looked around the room, the store owner was asleep. He woke up with a start. "Hello...m-ma'am!" "This is a nice shop you have, where did you get all of this?" I asked, leaning on a mahogany bookshelf, examining the place. "Big family, long history here, they've collected quite a bit of odd things, family of collectors, we are." "Fascinating," I said, walking around the store. "You looking for antiques?" The man asked, still waking up. "No, I'm sorry, I just want to examine them, I haven't the money..." I said, somewhat guilty, but he shrugged it off, as I continued to browse through the oddities. I came across a surprisingly clean mirror. A girl, five feet high with silver hair tied in two ponytails, tied back with ribbons, silver buttons attached to them, my amber eyes were intense, even in the reflection, and I was thin and ragged. I wore a sleeveless, deep red shirt with yellow buttons and a fireball stitched in the right corner, my pants were wavy, reaching my shins, with a white over-skirt. bandaged went up to my elbows and knees, I had wooden sandals. Amazing, how appearance changes. I left the shop, passing through the aisles. When I was at the exit, I realized I was holding a golden, plush cat...it was so pretty...I left it on the ground...I keep making these mistakes...I left and my pace sped as I made my way down the roads in a hurry...suddenly, I crashed into someone. A kid around my height with lime-green eyes, and brilliant, messy red hair with spiky ends, and rectangular, red-framed glasses. He wore a tan, double breasted jacket and matching pants and black traveling boots. "I'm sorry Miss!" he said, flustered. "It's fine," I said quietly, looking down. "I...wasn't looking..." He grinned. "It's OK, my name is Akira, you?" "A-Asimi...Asimi is the name." "That's a nice name, I haven't seen you here before," He said brightly, his glasses askew. "No, I'm here because I heard of the library...wanted to get some research done there..." "Great!" He said, keeping up with my pace. "It's my first day working there, I can't wait to get there! We can walk there together, where are you traveling from?" "My home..." I said quietly, and something in his eyes changed, he knew I didn't want to talk. "Oh, OK then, what are you researching at the library?" "Forms of Magic." "I see. I'm going to get into my Alchemy, it'll be great!" He seemed very happy, most kids just ignore you. We made our way down to the library, and enormous building of giant stone, it rose above the rest, dwarfing the little buildings, with large, gracefully arched glass windows with stained, stiff images of people performing the five Magics, Alchemy, a man fusing a sword together, Shamanism, a woman healing a fallen soldier, Sorcery, a cloaked human over a cauldron, Elementalism, a man with a ball of fire, a drop of water, a stone, and a ball of air surrounding him. They all looked polished and clean, obviously taken care of. I looked at the final one, and oldest, near the bottom, a woman hunched over, looking up at a blue ball of light. It was cracked and dark, neglected. I stepped into the vast library and was greeted by a cheery young woman with black hair and green eyes. "Welcome to the finest library in all of Opimen, how may I help you?" "Your windows, they're quite nice." I said quietly. "Thank you, they were made by the finest artistic-" "But the window for Necromancy...is not in good condition." "But Miss, Necromancy is so rare...the massacres, there are close to no Necromancers remaining..." "All the same, it's still an art, and an influential one at that, it should be properly treated, they weren't Witches." She looked a bit flustered. "Quite the historian you are, Miss. I'll be sure to look into that." "Thank you. Your library is amazing." I said quietly and left her staring at the windows. The library was circular and enormous, like a restaurant, with lots of circular tables and chairs and a chandelier hanging overhead. Stone walls had shelves in them, crammed with ancient lore, alleyways began between them, like the start to a maze... I went to the magic section, followed by Akira. "You do seem to care a lot for Necromancy." "It's intriguing, as well as the rest, but all deserve respect. We all know that it isn't a Witchcraft." "I wouldn't be so sure, even now, people still think it's Witchcraft, stubborn jerks around here." He grinned and sat down at a table, writing things down. "What's that?" I pondered aloud, looking at the neat scrawl. "Oh this, while I wait for the interview, I wanted to get on with my book. See, I'm writing a history book on our town, Marell, it's quite fun, do you like writing." "Yes, more poetry." "What kind?" He pondered, eyes gleaming, and I thought several seconds. "Winter was silvery and cold, with festive holidays and a breeze, and the lore and stories are told, but it's over, at least we won't freeze." He laughed a bit, "You're a pretty nice poet, you should make a career, kids would love to hear it, maybe I should show you my sister, she likes things like that." He was...really nice, nobody ever bothered to talk with me long... "I'll be in town a while, I could meet her." I said. We continued talking for a while until he left to get his interview. "Good luck." I said, I was actually smiling. "Hey, you have a lot of skills, you should work here. You'd get free lodging." He suggested. I thought about this...settling down in a historical landmark...I could make a life here..."I'll think about it." But something will always happen... Later, he came out. "I got the job, they said I had good memory, even I could keep track of this place." I stood up. "That is great! Do you want to do anything?" "Hey, we can get lunch, I know good places to eat, and I'll bring my sister, could you get the food?" He offered me several silver coins. "Sure, I'll be at...how about the sandwich shop?" "Right." I made my way down, I was so happy, I'd never had many friends, only Aurum- I stopped, shaking my thoughts aside. "Get back here, you Elementalist Scum!" Akira...? There he was with a girl around six with short, spiky red hair at her shoulders and spiky ends, deep emerald eyes and a brown dress with black stockings. "Oh leave her alone, it's not her fault!" Akira yelled at a kid, around our age. He pushed him away. "She stole, and it would be just like an Elementalist!" "No she didn't you's makin' stuff up!" He said, his cheeks were rosier now and he glowered at them. Another kid kneed him in the stomach and he kicked him in return, and some other children joined in. I stepped in. "Oh, leave him, will you, you're only making yourselves look like bigger idiots than you are, and what do you mean, 'Elementalist Scum'? He's an Alchemist!" "You must be new here, their mum was an Elementalist, they've got it in their blood!" I stared for a moment and he looked up and nodded. I thought for a minute. "Screw you jerks!" I said merrily and slapped the kid. ...It ended up with everyone shoving each other into the pavement and several slap-fights broke out around every forty-five seconds. This went on eight minutes until a kid with tousled brown hair and blue eyes in a cap hissed in frustration and pulled something from his pocket...a knife! He swung it at Akira, who was laying down on the ground fighting off another kid. I felt a surge of panic, the moment slowed for me...my only friend in four years was about to get knifed...I suddenly clapped my hands. The bandages began to burn away and I opened them revealing a ball of blue flames. Suddenly, everything stopped, all attention was on me. "Of course she didn't mind! She's a Necromancer!" (So everyone know, this is fantasy, sort of in the 1800s yet somewhat Medieval Steampunk, everyone has a special way of dressing that will be explained in due time, as well as the full plot. I demand your feedback!) Everyone stared at me, looks of shock, hatred, and fear crossed their faces, and they backed away from me. I realized my bandaged were falling to the ground, revealing my scared hands that held the Will-O'-Wisp. "N-No! It's not what you think!" I lied frantically. "I'm an Elementalist too!" "Whatever, only a Witch could summon a Will-O'-Wisp, get away!" They all ran off from the street, as well as everyone else. I stared down at my partially bandaged hands and the Wisp left. "Something always happens..." I muttered, looking down, my cheeks were burning. "You're...a Necromancer?" "Yes...one of the few in these regions, I told you...still an existing art...I am sorry...I'll go now..." I looked down as I began to walk away. "Wait, no!" "Don't follow me, some task force or another will be here to interrogate me, possibly annihilate me, don't get involved." "I don't care, I'm an Alchemist, I can fend for myself, you-" "And you're probably new to it! This is the age Magicians start their training, you have no technique or stamina, and even if you could summon the power, how could you control it?! Get on with your life, I'm a hindrance!" "But you'll be hunted down if you run, why can't you just get help from me?" Akira asked, helping up his sister, who was still cowering. "Which is why you should leave!" He stared at me for a moment. "Necromancers aren't Witches, they don't practice Black Magic, nothing of the sort, but for some reason, people think they're evil. I don't like idiots, they need to know the definition of Necromancer. A good place to find them and tell them would be oh uh...anywhere near you, so I guess I need to stick with you." I glowered at him for an extremely long moment and sighed, "Your logic makes no sense, but I'd rather not hear the rest of it. Fine." He grinned and pushed the kid in front of him. "This is my little sister, Viridelle, it was just her sixth birthday!" "Nice to meet you," I said, and she backed away. "But Brother, isn't she a Necromancer?" Akira laughed. "Yeah, but does it make her evil? Necromancy is a talent, like swimming. You don't want to be made fun of for swimming, right?" "No but-" Viridelle was interrupted. "Then don't make fun of someone for Necromancy." She nodded and smiled, and we began to walk down the road. "Truth is, I've been trying to perfect it, but I just can't control the power it just...comes...I don't think we'll stand a chance..." I admitted quietly, shoulders sagging. "The best of people's power can come out in a fight...your powers are still incredible, even with the little control you have over them, they still have some affect, and the same could apply to my Alchemy. I also know a place to hide." He grinned for the fiftieth time in the past two hours. We made our way through a series of intricate alleys and eventually, reached a small, rickety old green door in the back of an alley, strikingly familiar terrain. Akira pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room with wooden floors and a low ceiling, there was a rickety old desk covered in paperwork and bottles of ink, as well as little bottles of paints, wood, nails, and screws, on the other side was a low, sloppily made bed and another door at the end of the room. A man sat at the desk, thin and wiry with messy dark hair and brown eyes, he had wire, big, round glasses and wore a white button-up shirt and black pants. I recognized him as the man from the antique shop earlier, he waved at Viridelle and Akira. "Hi Dad, this is our friend, Asimi...she's um...hiding out, it that alright?" "You're the girl from this morning, you seemed to like my antiques, but I found you'd dropped something on the floor...was that to spite me?" "Nonononono that's not it! I am sort of....it's odd...Kleptomaniac...that probably looked bad...." "It's alright, I don't like that cat much anyways...what's she here for, did she accidentally steal?" "No she's a um..." We spent several minutes explaining I was a Necromancer. "Are you kidding? That's mad, Necromancy should be appreciated, it's an art! Of course she can stay." I smiled. "Thank you sir, I'll try to help around!" "Good, you can help make some crafts or prepare food with Akira." "I'll try with the meals first." I said, and we went into the kitchen, a small tiled room with pantries on the walls, as well as utensils, two counters, and one stove. I wasn't used to cooking for others, and cooking was rare in general, really, berries on their own were perfect, so I was stuck with slicing and dicing things for the soup. "So, your dad makes crafts too?" "Yeah, he has a separate section for them, Viridelle and I have gotten good with crafting, not as good as him, though." We talked about that for some time until there was nothing left to say. After dinner, we all went to bed, it was a small room with a bunk bed, there was a toy-box and bookshelf, I slept on a mat and blanket, which was perfectly fine with me, as well as Viridelle, as long as I didn't sleep on the multitude of toys she'd left so inconveniently scattered. She was soon asleep, but Akira and I were awake. "Asimi..." "Yes?" "I know it's probably a touchy subject but...when your bandages fell off, you had these swirls scarred into your hands...what...what happened?" I sighed and sat up. "I guess I've no right not to tell you...Necromancy often cannot be performed at the age most Magicians get their powers unless something morbid has happened, or that they at least understand terrible things can happen...so a lot of skilled Necromancers don't have a happy history...It's a technique fueled by mental willpower, because when you control a soul, you can access its memories, you know how it died...most people don't want so many memories of tragedy, their minds can't take it, only a person who understands them will be able to master Necromancy." Akira looked pretty surprised as I spoke. "You know, you don't have to tell me..." "No, if you want to be my real friend, you'll have to know what[i/] I really am. See, five years ago, the wars between Elementalists and the others began, I lived in a clan of Sorcerers with my little brother, Aurum, but we lived in between both territories, making us easy targets, and our clan had to be taken care of first. We constantly traveled, so I can't say I could make friends, Aurum was the only person I could talk with. Then, when I was eight, we'd settled down for a while in a nice village with a safe house...stronger than it looked, we hid in it constantly, and it held off invaders alright, but one day...they were coming with a bigger team than ever, they were extremely angry because Sorcerers were getting the better of them...so they burned it down, they tried to kill everyone...I managed to get out with Aurum...but they caught up...everyone was already dead, so they were going to take their time with me...the Fire Elementalists liked making little patterns...so that is how I got them." Akira said, "But you...if you were just eight, how did you get out?" "May as well finish the story, I really was beginning to hate them...so I began to summon the spirits of all the villagers...they ran away, claiming I was the Demon child..." He stared. "But that was a clan of..." "I know, I don't know how it happened, I really don't, I-" "I'm really sorry to hear what happened...but your powers make no sense...not only do they need to be controlled, they need to be solved, there's no way a Sorcerer has a Necromancer, we have to find you a master..." He said quietly, now serious. "But there are hardly any left, like what, one hundred?" "Still a chance, right, besides, it gives me a chance to travel, I've always wanted to explore Opimen." I stared. "You...want to help me? But why?" "............I dunno." I suddenly laughed. "Fine, tomorrow we can go look, but we'll need sleep first." He brightened. "Right, Asimi." "Good night, Akira." Knock[i/] There was a heavy pounding on the door and I jolted awake, and sat upright. "Who knocks at this ungodly hour of the morning?!" I asked, and Viridelle swore with annoyance, surprising both Akira and I. "It's the soldiers, I just know it!" Akira hissed across the room. "Then..." "Let's go!" We packed up our stuff, and Viridelle hugged a calico dog plush from fear. "Wait...Viridelle can't be left alone..." I said, "She's just a kid..." "Let's take her, I'm ready with things for both of us," Akira said and put Viridelle on his shoulders. "Let's go through the other way!" We got up and sneaked through, I caught a glimpse of Akira's father trying to negotiate with some of the soldiers outside and we bolted out through the alleys. "This is great..." I muttered. "It sure is!" Akira said with genuine pleasure. "Are you mad?" "May-" Before he could finish, he crashed into a guard in a deep green uniform, who stared down at us coldly. "...You're kidding, right?" I said bitterly. "You're the Necromancer, they told us to look out for a silver hair kid with scarred hands. Come with us and leave your friends, we need to ask questions." I stared up and him, eyes glazed, I frowned, it was almost a look of condescending disapproval. "Do you really think I'm that ignorant? No, I don't know any other Necromancers, I don't have any close family members, I"m not with the Elementalists, and I'm not going to jail for being a Necromancer." Everyone sort of stared at me. "Well, you always ask those questions, and haven't there been cases of Necromancers being abused and imprisoned by guards? Oh yeah, there have. See you, I'm heading for the hills!" I waved merrily and dashed through the alleys with Viridelle and Akira. "Has anyone ever caught you?" "Oh, there's been several occasions where someone thought they saw a Necromancer who mysteriously disappeared shortly afterwards, never really caught, I just know the questions they want out of me." I smiled. "I'm sort of thinking you're the one that's mad now..." Akira muttered at my psycho-grin. "I am, now hurry up you're getting outmatched by a girl!" I said, pace quickening. We dashed into an opening, somewhat empty, there was a circle of shops and a water fountain in the center, and Viridelle covered her eyes. "Not the light..." We stared for a moment and had a silent, unanimous decision that we shouldn't even ask. "Come on, Vampire child!" Akira said, dragging along his half-human, cursing, toy-obsessed sister. "My Dad mentioned to me before we left that we should meet at the local cemetery!" Akira said over the wind, it was a cooler morning than the last, summer was nearing its end. "Why a cemetery?!" I interrogated, still running. "I don't know, he may have chosen it randomly, but it's as good a place as any!" Suddenly, Akira grabbed Viridelle and clamped her mouth shut, and pulled me back. We peered around the bend and saw two guards walking down the way. "Well? That's our way to the cemetery." He said to me. "We have no choice...the more time we spend evading, the more guards will be posted, if we leave this we leave our destination...we'll have to bolt through, we can't hide and wait." I said urgently. "There has to be a better way to go at this." Akira said and Viridelle looked at the wall, we followed her view. A barrel, then a crate...stacked together, a kid could climb up it and onto the rooftops. "Let's try." I shrugged and we scrambled onto it and began dashing over the houses. "This is fun!" Viridelle said, she was on Akira's shoulders. "Says you, go ride on Asimi!" "No way traitor!" I laughed. Suddenly, Akira tripped on a loose shingle and I caught Viridelle as he came to a halt, and he helped us back up. After two hours climbing, evading guards, and arguing over who was to carry Viridelle, and Viridelle proving more and more that children are not innocent creatures via excessive swearing, we were on the edge of town. It was afternoon, and the sky was cloudy and gray, there was little noise and not many people lived on the edge of town, the wind chilled me to the bone. "I swear, I"m buying a cloak!" I said. "Yeah right, you haven't got the style to wear one." Akira said and I glowered. We began to walk down an overgrown, cobble road with no civilization. Suddenly, we went down a hill and saw five guards...waiting. "Runrunrun!" I whispered to Akira and we tried to bolt through them. We were running as fast as we could from the guards, even I was tiring! There it was! Akira's father was waiting by an old tree in the overgrown cemetery. We ran in and he gave me a tan backpack with something inside. "Good luck, I have to go now, don't look in there now-" "Why are we in here?!" Akira asked. "That will be apparent soon enough, g'bye!" He said and ran away, the guards didn't mind, but advanced towards us, I began to feel panicky and my breath sped up. Suddenly, Akira clapped his hands together and a tree root entangled the man's leg, a look of glee passed over him. "Alchemy! I fused the cloth to his-" We looked at the four others, and backed away. Suddenly, it happened. Around fifty skeletons burst from the ground and the guards stepped back. "What are you doing?!" I finally realized, I could summon defenses easier here, and we could easily leave! "Promise you won't interrogate me, and screw with them." I nodded at Akira and Viridelle. "R-Right..." "And look at the antique shop." Akira flashed me a look of gratitude. "Alright." A man said and I smiled. "Glad we could solve that peacefully." The skeletons disappeared and they bolted. We looked ahead of us, a winding dirt path led into gray, vast fields of grass, a forest far away, the wind added an ominous effect. "We can rest now, let's see what's inside." I opened the pack, there were three sandwiches, apples, and...COOKIES! I then found a folded not and handed it to Akira, who read aloud. "I understand Asimi is one of the few remaining Necromancers, and that you intend to find yourselves masters. You will do well, and I'd appreciate it if you'd record your travels in the book below, start a story. Good luck, there are gifts for each of you I managed to get" I found a leather-bound journal with lined paper, and a pencil. "Wow..." I marveled, Akira grabbed a tan cap and a black cape and hood from his package, and shot me a smug look, Viridelle grabbed a little ragdoll and cheered. We had lunch and I began writing my story. Long ago, there were beasts, spirits, Demons. They ruled over this uncontrolled world, humans were like our modern-day flies to them, we could be wiped out so easily, the only reason we lived was because they didn't see the worth in killing us. The Gods saw our hard efforts and our struggles for survival, with no awards given, so they granted mankind the five Magics. The first, Necromancy, raising the dead and consulting your spirits and elders, Shamanism, communing with spirits and nature, and healing people, Sorcery, the ability to make potions and powders that bestow inhuman abilities, Alchemy, understanding the elements and combining them, and finally, Elementalsim, controlling the four traditional elements, water, earth, fire, and air. These elements weren't just combat and defense, they were an art, practice them and you become a different, calmer person. Necromancy taught us life was hard, and unfair, we could comprehend things, Shamanism taught us to respect what we have, and to control your emotions, Sorcery taught us to be resourceful, Alchemy taught us to think about everything we see, become Philosophers. But Elementalists need only strength and energy, a game of endurance, no discipline in it, hardly an art, and a combative sport, really, but it was so easy to master, most Magicians became Elementalists, and had a tendency for violence and ambition. Perhaps they're not all bad, but there were those who were ambitious, they thought that they could conquer the rest of the elements, rule over us, because of their size and power, but they don't understand what we're capable of...and that's how the war began...it destroyed my family and many more, and I will never join them. No, I only want to perfect what talent I've got. I finished my lunch and close the book, packing up. Akira and Viridelle were waiting on me. "Alright!" I smiled gleefully and we walked down the roads, to the hills... Edited by JirachitheGreat, Jun 30 2012, 11:39 PM.
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| syd52 | Jul 1 2012, 10:46 AM Post #3 |
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Woah, this is awesome. |
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| JirachitheGreat | Jul 1 2012, 12:56 PM Post #4 |
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Really? Great! BTW, do you have a favorite character so far? |
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| zZThunderStorm | Jul 1 2012, 03:57 PM Post #5 |
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Love it love it love it love it,I'm gonna stop spamming..But I love it!!!! P.S. I like Akira and Asimi.They are great characters,love might happen at the end? XD Or death .-. |
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| JirachitheGreat | Jul 1 2012, 04:46 PM Post #6 |
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I'm not sure about romance in the story, so far they're just friends. As for death...*Smiles evilly*...I don't know actually...but...there's always the afterlife to look forward to, XD |
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I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history. Jirachi+Litwick=Birthday Duo. http://jirachithegreat.deviantart.com/ | |
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| MrPotatoHead99 | Jul 2 2012, 08:40 AM Post #7 |
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Wow... Just... Wow... |
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| JirachitheGreat | Jul 2 2012, 08:44 AM Post #8 |
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I am glad you like it. Do you have a favorite character, I'm trying to make them likable. Three days...three irritating, freezing, god forsaken days...you could say the introduction began pretty strong...but after catching up to present time, there was little to write, we spent our time eating a berry, I usually had to pick them because Viridelle and Akira didn't seem to understand that red berries are usually poisonous, then I would listen to the daily rants about Marell's history, which is intriguing, and then Viridelle would swear and complain nonstop about a form of nature or another that spited her that day...ah, the innocence of children...at least we were in the forest now. The third afternoon, we were on our lunch break and were exchanging poetry from yours truly, Akira was giving over lessons and crafting little, intricate devices from the nature he'd grown to resent yet tolerate, and Viridelle was sketching...surprisingly talented for the swearing Vampire she was...but she was still complaining about something..."AND THE BANDITS TOO, I-" Akira looked up from his creation. "Wait, what?" Viridelle stared at him as if he had just attacked a small family of mice with a rusty spoon (the proper weapon is a trident), and said, "Are you serious? You don't know? Dad lets us read the paper every day...and you seriously don't know..." Akira stuck his tongue out. "That stuff is choked full of propaganda about the war against Elementalists, it's all garbage, why bother looking?" I chimed into the conversation. "Seriously, I read a paragraph talking about how we managed to drive back some of their generals from the north, I was there six months ago, it's awful, I hope you don't believe all that garbage!" Viridelle clicked her tongue, and I sighed with annoyance. I hated it when she did that. "Of course I don't fall for that stuff, Brother taught me better than that, in the Tenebris Wood, which we are currently in now, there have been a lot of bandits hiding about, robbin' people, beatin' 'em up, the usual, I'd be careful if I were you, they might come, and they could be Elementalists, you never know ♪" She said, as if chastising us. "Don't talk to us like we're the little kid, I'm brilliant!" Akira snapped at Viridelle who laughed. "Cunning Vampire child..." I muttered bitterly. "You know what, that's your name now, you're the Vampire Child!" Akira said smugly. We argued over her nick name for half and hour...To this day, she is known as Vampire Child... It was close to dusk now, the sky was streaked with hues of crimson peachiness and the amber sun illuminated the creamy clouds, making them a soft orange, up at the very top of the sky, stars twinkled into visibility, lighting up the darkness, the air was cool and the wind calm, I smiled. "Summer is nice and all, but I must say, I love autumn, so brilliantly colored..." I said dreamily, and Akira said, "I know, the Four Original Magics before Elementalism sometimes represent the seasons." I smiled. "I remember the old story, Alchemy is autumn, season of change..." "Winter is Necromancy, season of willpower...", "Shamanism is Spring, season of life..." "AND SUMMER IS SORCERY 'CAUSE WE HAD NOWHERE ELSE TO PUT IT!" Viridelle interrupted. "No it's...because summer has long days and Sorcery can be performed at any time..." I said quietly, and she sniffed. "She's cold and she wants her fire made now, I've been learning the language of the Vampire for years, when she wants something she'll interrupt you." I sighed and grabbed some sticks, Akira ripped some off the trees with Alchemy, I smiled...he was only good at wood so far...but I got the fire started and we laid around it, eating berries-and-fish on a stick over the fire, it was warm and the place was beautiful, we tried to tell ghost stories and small tales. "...So then I found out, it wasn't a ghost at all, it was a moth!" Viridelle finished sing-songily, and I said, "That's the worst one yet, Viridelle..." she glowered. "You can insult that stupid newspaper, but you can't insult my stories!" She lunged at me, trying to hit me, but I held her off for the most part...until she tackled me, sending my backpack (the one Akira's father gave to me) flying, and opening it up, and spilling the contents. We all rushed for it. A blanket, book, pencil, and... NO! A little ragdoll, a foot long, rather dusty and old yet enduring with weathering white cloth and gray stitching. It had button eyes, yellow, to be exact, and pale gray yarn that had been partially singed off, leaving it short. I panicked and lunged for it, but Viridelle was already holding it. "Wow, it's really nice, but rather dull, I can fix it up!" She said, smiling happily, and Akira smirked. "Didn't know you were still into dolls, Asimi." My face grew hot and I glared. "Stop it! Give it back!" I said, and after the words fell out I immediately felt like a child again, whining for a toy...Akira giggled while Viridelle tried to weave a wreath of flowers for it. I snatched the dolled away and threw everything into the backpack, shutting it immediately. Akira stopped, and Viridelle looked down. "I"m sorry Asimi, I was only kidding..." Akira said, his green eyes looked down at the flames, and Viridelle looked like she wanted to hide. "No, it's alright, I'm sorry, it's just a doll...and Viridelle...I-I could read you some stories, or tell you about what I did up north." Viridelle seemed to calm down and nodded, and I pulled out their book of mythology, and read to her about the gods and their all-too-predictable encounters with humans, until she was lulled to sleep, Akira was up still, the fire lit up his red hair and his glasses gleamed. He looked at me. "Sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to make fun of you." I sighed. "Don't be..." He stared for a moment. "Is there a backstory to your doll too, you seem to have a backstory to everything, even your hands." I smiled wryly. "Ah yes, us Necromancers and our sob-stories. At the time of the massacre, the doll was the only thing I was carrying, all the rest of the stuff I owned I've earned from my travels afterwards, this is my only real piece of childhood left." Akira was silent for a moment. "You still are a child...but you do have some pretty sad stories." I couldn't help but stifle laughter. "There are worse, hehe." Akira shrugged neutrally. "I guess there could be worse...anyways, I'm sleeping now, we're almost out of these god-forsaken woods." He smiled, and lay down, soon falling asleep. I huddled over the flames, staring into them, and hugging the doll tight. Eventually, I lay down, using my pack as a pillow until morning... I'd thought the village of Marell was foggy, now I looked around, so thick and cold, not so much as a bird's chirp! But what I did hear was a rushing brook a ways away and stood up, shivering. I put everything in my pack and buttoned it shut, then made my way down to the stream to wash my face. Akira was already there, and stuck his tongue out at me. He was standing, his right foot on a boulder. "Curse you..." I said groggily. "I woke up half an hour before you, you'll never catch up!" I face-palmed. "I used to wake up at four in the morning...when did it all go wrong." "When you realized normal people wake up at six in the morning." He said coolly, washing his face. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. "Viridelle...?" I said, confused. "No, Viridelle doesn't make a crunch in the leaves when she hits the ground, the sly devil, that's someone else!" I nodded quietly, reclining against a tree, deep in thought. "You don't think...the newspaper..." Akira looked down. "Worth checking, people don't skulk around in the Tenebris Wood, they get out of it as fast as they can because it's horribly eerie..." The footsteps were horribly close and I pulled Akira and I behind a thick shrub. We peered through. Two malnourished figures, I'd say in early adulthood with steel-tipped boots stepped through the overgrown trail, a man and a woman. They had dirty blond hair and piercing aqua-marine eyes, but quite thin. "I swear Arrhabonem, I saw the fire last night, people are here, or at least around here!" The man nodded. "I wouldn't doubt you, Telum, I'll check it out." I noticed they wore long swords at their belts, as well as an assortment of daggers, I shivered once they were gone. "There is only Viridelle there, who knows what they'll do to her?!" I nodded. "Let's hurry back, find out more about these bandits, they have quite nice swords, I doubt anyone would pass here with this nice weaponry, it's just a travel route for refugees!" We dashed from the river and to the campsite, Viridelle was just waking up, Akira pulled her up. "No time to explain, bandits, get up!" She nodded wordlessly and struggled up, then they stepped into the clearing. "A few...kids? Sorry about what's gonna happen, but we won't harm you." The woman, Telum smirked and began to draw the sword. I clapped my hands together, "Curses, nothing died here!" I hissed quietly. "Then summon something," Akira growled. "I don't know how to do that, it only happens when I"m REALLY scared!" The woman slashed at us as a warning with that shining, fast blade. "Her moves are so fast, you take care of her I can't hit girls!" Akira said to me and went to Arrhabonem, who was trying to get our supplies. I hissed in frustration and tried to concentrate, the woman swiped swiftly at me, but carelessly, as if I posed no threat. I suddenly stomped on the sword. "You brat!" She flung it up and I fell. We continued fighting several minutes, but I noticed Akira tiring, as he tried to defend himself from the sword. I was tiring too, ducking and swerving away from such precise and well-made blows was taking its toll, whoever these bandits were, they were skilled. Suddenly, Akira fell over and the man reached for our bags. In that moment...I freaked out...and summoned a Will-O'-Wisp, it happened so fast, I swiped the man in the back and he fell. Only Akira had seen that and I stopped. "What did you do?!" He asked, groaning. I stared for a moment and sighed. "No use hiding it now...my parents were Elementalists, I just used a ball of fire..." He stared. "Where are your parents?" Telum asked. "I left...I don't agree with what they were doing...so I left." Arrhabonem said, "We...were soldiers for the war...but Telum had slipped into the river...after I'd helped her out, we discovered we'd been abandoned by the rest of our team...so we had to start stealing from other people, we didn't know what was safe to eat..." Akira said, "That would explain your weaponry skills...they are quite nice...but really, you're not talentless, so you shouldn't rob people, you're amazing weaponists, do something with that, you could teach people self defense." They stared. "Thank you, and we're sorry we'd tried to rob your campsite. I know it's a lot to ask but...would you help us out?" Akira and I looked at each other and nodded. Later that day, we were still walking. "There!" Viridelle gestured to an opening, we'd reached it and saw a wide dirt path going through the countryside, several miles ahead was a village. "Civilization!" Akira said. Telum and Arrhabonem waved. "Thank you, we will help you three any time from now on if you ever need it!" They took off, and we began walking. "So, what to do when we're in town?" Viridelle asked. "I vote on getting warmer clothes." I said. "Nah, I think we're good." Akira shrugged lazily. "Just because you're fine doesn't mean I am!" I said to him. "Oh please, it's still summer!" And...we argued...all the way to town. Edited by JirachitheGreat, Jul 2 2012, 10:02 AM.
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I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history. Jirachi+Litwick=Birthday Duo. http://jirachithegreat.deviantart.com/ | |
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| pimpBAM2 | Jul 5 2012, 12:40 PM Post #9 |
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Great story! Your like a master when it comes to proper grammer |
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| JirachitheGreat | Jul 5 2012, 12:45 PM Post #10 |
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Thanks, do you have a favorite, character? I'm trying to make them likable. |
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I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history. Jirachi+Litwick=Birthday Duo. http://jirachithegreat.deviantart.com/ | |
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