Monday, September 10, 2012
Long time away, (get used to it, it's habitual!)
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Basis edit from me. first paragraph really.
Original:
The sudden blaze of fire lit up a small amount of the darkness that controlled this area. It wasn’t enough to see anything important other than the hand that lit it. The hand moved swiftly, moving the flame quickly to something else. To the eyes of the prisoners that were held down here, it was all in slow motion. The flame eagerly grasped hold of its new life force and began to devour the oils and rags with glee. The torch burst into light causing most prisoners to back away from it. This was something they didn’t have the pleasure of having. Most down here had become so accustomed to the darkness the light from the meager torch was enough to cause serious pain to their eyes. The huddled in the corners away from the light that caused them pain. Some however; reached out for it, those that remembered what light was and how much they missed it. The sudden slap of a hand on another sent a gnarled and grimy hand snaked back into the darkness, a low yelp coming from within it.
“Stupid, I tell ya Briyo, stupid. ‘Dese idiotic criminols, dey don’t know what be good fer em.” The voice seemed to shatter the darkness surrounding in.
“Aye.” Another voice came quickly and did not have the sounds of ignorance wrapped around it.
“Dat is all you ever say Briyo!”
“Is it?”
“Ah, nev’r ye mind ya dolt.” The irritation expelled from the mouth of this one as they began to round a corner. The light seemed to push the darkness back, yet the darkness seemed to snake back behind it, ready to strike when the light weakened as to consume it whole!
“Enough chatter you two, let’s get the prisoner and get the abyss out of here. This place has never boded well with me.”
“Aye.” As soon as the words were finished the growl of the first could be heard.
“Dontcha ‘ear dat Briyo? Aye ‘dis, Aye ‘dat.” Another growl escaped this man’s lips and a sudden crack echoed through the corridor of stone. “hehe, ye hear that boyos!”
Edited:
A spark drilled into the darkness that controlled this area, easily disputing its control. The darkness fought back of course, yet it could not quash the spark that contested its reign. The spark, now undisputed, grew into a flame and then roared into existence. Its fuel was that of rags soaked in oil inside a glass and metal room. The flame eagerly grasped hold of its new life force and began to devour the oils and rags with glee and the darkness cringed in fear at its new ruler. Light that so eagerly shared itself shot out from the windows that tried in vain to hold it; washing over the bland stone walls and illuminating three worn and rugged male features. Unknown insects that hallowed the walls as home scattered away from the burning that now eagerly consumed their carapaces. To the eyes of the prisoners that were held down here, it was all in painful slow motion. This was something they didn’t have the pleasure of enjoying. Most of the prisoners down there had not seen light in years; because of it, their skin had become pale and sickly. Eyes sunk deep into their skulls. Most down here had become so accustomed to the darkness the light from the meager torch was enough to cause serious pain to their eyes. This light alone was enough to cause pain to their bodies and eyes. They cowered in corners as well, hiding their eyes and moaning from the sheer fear they were so accustomed to, the fear this place so forcibly shared. There were no cell windows, and the place stunk highly of excrement, urine and blood. Death lingered around the stagnant air, it was far worse than the stink of the mausoleums. Hands came from some of the cells through the food windows, grasping at the light that shared itself with them. Few still remembered what the others had long forgotten. The sudden slap of a hand on another sent a gnarled and grimy hand snaking back into the darkness, a deathly hallow of a yelp escaping from within it.
“Stupid, I tell ya Briyo, stupid. ‘Dese idiotic criminols, dey don’t know what be good fer em.” The voice intruded upon the other, torturous sounds that echoed these deathly halls. Bouncing from wall to wall, the voice trailed off into the enveloping darkness that surrounded them. The light kept it at bay, though some would say, barely.
“Aye.” Another voice came quickly and did not have the sounds of ignorance wrapped around it, though it still mingled with the faint echoes of the previous voice, its power won out and it continued its path of echoes.
“Dat is all you ever say Briyo!” The man held his voice hushed as his words took new power towards the unknown darkness, reverbing over the previous man’s statement. It was eerily creepy, and all three men stopped a moment, chancing looks around them. Up, down, left and right, forward and behind. They took no chances until the echoes ended.
“Is it?” Briyo’s question was genuine, yet whispered and clamped. The man holding the torch looked at him nodding his head. The three stopped as to finish their conversation. The two guards looked at each other as the third kept looking around.
“Ah, nev’r ye mind ya dolt.” The irritation expelled from the mouth of this one as they restarted their mission. Their steps, no matter how lightly they walked, were resounding around them, to the third guard, it seemed to overtake his senses, but he whirled his head to and fro and sighed as he saw the light push the darkness back, yet the darkness seemed to snake back behind it, ready to strike when the light weakened as to consume it whole.
“Enough chatter you two, let’s get the prisoner and get the abyss out of here. This place has never boded well with me.” As if taking a cue, each man looked around him taking a stance of awareness and focus. Each felt as if someone was watching them, yet it was hard to see anything, let alone really hear anything aside from the fear that permeated this place. The third guard felt a shiver cross his spine and he whirled around his hand on the hilt of his blade. Surprising the other two with his actions they whirled around in fear looking for anything that was to attack them, seeing nothing they looked to him in irritation. The first guard growled and shook his head. “Sorry, Eiden. Swore something touched me.” The echoing took over, and the first guard watched him until the echoes could be heard no more.
“Jest donna be scearin me like dat, ye acting like a pid’lin princess. Yeesh, Vax!” Eiden turned back around, continuing the party forward. Briyo looked to Vax and nodded his understanding. He smiled and moved forward. Briyo was a good sort, quiet but a good sort. Vax sighed and turned back towards his comrades. The shiver came again almost stopping him in his tracks but he forced himself forward to keep up with the one that held the light, the only salvation in this place. As they came to the door leading to the corridor holding the new prisoners they stopped. Eiden looked to each of them and shook his head.
“What?” Vax asked in very hushed voice. Surprising no echoes came this time. The door seemed to flatten and block his voice as well all other sounds.
“Be be’ng careful in ‘ere. I be ‘earing many a story bout dis place, aye?” Eiden looked genuinely spooked and he shook his head. “I be sure ye two be ‘earing da same I be.” Eiden put his hand on the door handle but paused as he looked to it. As if he were weighing the risk of going in against the lord’s orders. His hand was shaking a bit, and Vax cursed this place in his mind. He remembered the stories of what people told him. The stories of walking to your own death, how you’d feel it, the shivers, the cold, the fear, the sheer warning signs, and you’d even feel the finger of death upon you when it was almost your time. He had waved them away as mere rumors and superstitious bwent shit. Though now, ever fiber of his being was afraid to go through that door. He began to shake and both Briyo and Eiden looked to him, worry across their face. Vax closed his eyes and began to breathe. This was not a normal fear for him and he couldn’t look weak. He’d never live it down, but something was telling him in his very core that there was something wrong, and if he continued along this path, he wouldn’t live to hold his wife again. Eiden looked to Briyo , confused, Briyo returned a worried look. The looks disappeared as Vax stopped shaking and looked to them.
“Open it.” His voice was incredibly tight, as if death itself had his hands around his throat. It sent fear sprinting up the spines of both Briyo and Eiden. The handle unlatched, forcing all three to jump a bit. The echo down the hallway sent even more chills across the arms and neck of the three men. Eiden swung it wide and shook his head. He never thought it possible that darkness could get any blacker or deeper. A breath caught as his entire body seemed to be devoured by the darkness that occupied this new hallway. By the abyss the darkness they had came from seemed to melt into this one. Eiden could not believe it and by all that was holy, he vowed he’d visit the temples once this was over. He looked at the other two and saw they were in the same awe he was. He didn’t feel so bad, but he couldn’t be seen weak to these two, they’d never let him live it down. He sighed and pressed forward. The other two followed him closely. The door closed behind them softly , and without their knowledge. Neither of these three had ever been down here before and neither knew of the escape precautions that occupied this dungeon. They continued on down the corridor they all swore was directly to the abyss itself. Each man, quelled deep within them, the warning their minds were telling them. Death’s arms were wide open and accepting their souls down this very corridor.
There is a lot more I'm sure that I could add to this, but right now, I like it. The difference is amazing, in my opinion. It's just something else to sit down, look, and smile at how quick the idea comes, and how much more you can add to it! Feel free to leave comments, ideas, and even feedback if you'd like.
Chapter 1 editing.
There is a lot of ideas that I'm going with, setting out to do an entirely different idealistic novel, probably the biggest project I've ever taken on aside from being Christian. *laughs* I know that it may not seem much, probably to many, yet once I get the idea down and have the basis of where I'm going in each and every page, I'm hoping that the bigger picture will be seen and the shock factor or the 'wtf factor' actually hits some people. I'm not writing to be the next stephen king, or anyone else that wants their book to reach the best seller list. I just want to write, I want to express my creativity, the weird and illogical things that hit my emotions, and my mind. I'm not looking to make money, or be famous, or be well liked or known in the writing world. I'm just here to do what I love to do. Aim to achieve only what you believe you should. Being a master novelist is not on my list of things I need to achieve. No that would be mechanics, and computer programming, those are my desires of achievement.. writings is just a passion, and I'm not going to give that up. (That doesn't mean I won't sell my books if they do get published, it just means I'm here to share what I love. PEACE!)
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
The beginning of Chapter 1,
Chapter One
Filth of Degradation
The sudden blaze of fire lit up a small amount of the darkness that controlled this area. It wasn’t enough to see anything important other than the hand that lit it. The hand moved swiftly, moving the flame quickly to something else. To the eyes of the prisoners that were held down here, it was all in slow motion. The flame eagerly grasped hold of its new life force and began to devour the oils and rags with glee. The torch burst into light causing most prisoners to back away from it. This was something they didn’t have the pleasure of having. Most down here had become so accustomed to the darkness the light from the meager torch was enough to cause serious pain to their eyes. The huddled in the corners away from the light that caused them pain. Some however; reached out for it, those that remembered what light was and how much they missed it. The sudden slap of a hand on another sent a gnarled and grimy hand snaked back into the darkness, a low yelp coming from within it.
“Stupid, I tell ya Briyo, stupid. ‘Dese idiotic criminols, dey don’t know what be good fer em.” The voice seemed to shatter the darkness surrounding in.
“Aye.” Another voice came quickly and did not have the sounds of ignorance wrapped around it.
“Dat is all you ever say Briyo!”
“Is it?”
“Ah, nev’r ye mind ya dolt.” The irritation expelled from the mouth of this one as they began to round a corner. The light seemed to push the darkness back, yet the darkness seemed to snake back behind it, ready to strike when the light weakened as to consume it whole!
“Enough chatter you two, let’s get the prisoner and get the abyss out of here. This place has never boded well with me.”
“Aye.” As soon as the words were finished the growl of the first could be heard.
“Dontcha ‘ear dat Briyo? Aye ‘dis, Aye ‘dat.” Another growl escaped this man’s lips and a sudden crack echoed through the corridor of stone. “hehe, ye hear that boyos!”
“We are near. Shut your pie holes now his ears pick up things they shouldn’t. “The 3rd voice came stern and quick. The light seemed to pick up its pace as the voice ended. It would only be a minute or two before they got to the door leading to the sounds and if the rumors were true about this prisoner, they’d be making a mint off his capture. The lord of this land had ordered them to bring him to the judges room. It was not like the lord to ask this but it was to be done. The light suddenly stopped and dropped to the floor, extinguishing as it hit a puddle of something below; followed quickly by a heavy thump mingled with a clang.
“Bosy?” Came the second voice. “Bos…” A sickening cutting sound and wet gurgle suddenly shattered the confusion of silence. The quiet unsheathing of a weapon was heard as the second heavy thump mingled with a clang echoed through the corridor. The silence oppressed the room with a heavy fear and uncertainty. The third man did not move, and held his breath in sheer fear. He was unsure of what to do, he could not see, or hear, or even feel his enemy. His hands were wrapped tightly around the hilt of his weapon and his heart was beating so fast and hard it began to hurt his sternum. The sounding of a sudden struggle expelled the silence into a completely different realm. He didn’t move as the struggle could be heard not more than a foot in front of him. He took a step back, slowly, quietly, and with so much caution he swore he hadn’t moved. Another step back as the struggle began to pick up in noise.
“Heh, you ain’t getting away that easy.” The voice was harsh and felt darker than the blackness that engulfed the room now. A sudden smash came from the opposite direction and he felt something wet splash across his face. He heard another heavy thump this time it was not mingled with anything.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Nicely done Aggatar, nicely done indeed.” The voiced paused for a moment and then spoke again, startling the 3rd guard holding his sword so tightly in his hands, he couldn’t feel it anymore.
“Thank you sir, what about the other one?”
“We’ll take him to the top with the prisoner, guards on boys, and then light em up.” The voice came quick and commanding, with no hesitation he heard shuffling and then he balked in pain as numerous lights lit up the corridor like the sun. As his eyes focused he saw three armored men huddled around a body on the floor. IT didn’t take him long to recognize who it was. The man they had scooped up from a fight in the street, the one that had impaled himself on the tree. The Kasian, though now it seemed he had a blindfold folded over his eyes. He could easily make out over a thousand whip marks on his body, and they were still bleeding, lightly but they still were. He was a bit shocked to see that his mouth had been shown shut as well, not at all like they brought him in.
“A bit queasy this one, aye?” The voice was filled with humor yet he didn’t see the man point to him. A few chuckles came from men he hadn’t even noticed. There were at least 12 that he could now see.
“Eh, don’t be blaming him, it’s not every day you get to see what the lord likes to do to his captors. Grab him and let us be gone. She wants him taken to the isle. “
“Aye” 11 voices came in unison and 6 picked him up, they seemed to struggle in doing so, yet succeeded.
“He’s a heavy bastard this one is.”
“Aye, that is what it seems to be, quit yer yammering and get it done.” Came the leaders voice. He looked to the guard and shook his head. “Ye can sheathe that blade now iron man, ye won’t be needing it. Be sure to keep pace or we be leaving ya in the dark. Yer lucky iron man I be in a good mood this eve, if not, I’d of let him gut ya.” The man suddenly grabbed the captors hand, in it was a small stone no bigger than his finger, and it was dripping in blood. The realization came to his mind and he vomited. Laughs came from all around him, but he had no caring. He didn’t know who these guys were, but he knew one thing for sure, they didn’t want that Kasian mobile either. He wiped his mouth off and looked to the leader, chancing his fate.
“How’d you subdue him?” His voice was tight and scratchy as he addressed the guy.
“Eh, no worrying bout that boyo. Just be thankful we did.” He looked to the guard and then motioned his men on. The guard followed pace, it was slow going, even slower when they hit the tight spots of the corridors, as it took a lot of work to get the Kasian’s body up the stairs. Every now and then he’d see one of the guys stab him with a needle of some sort and push the tiniest bit of liquid into this system. The Kasian would convulse and then be still for a while longer. They quickened their pace as it was noticeable it had been more than a few hours of getting this body where they wanted it. The leader had even motioned for him to help and he was very surprised at just how heavy this guy was. He figured these boys together could easily move 600 pounds of weight, and this guy was heavy as the abyss herself. He shook his head and forced his muscles into action. It wouldn’t be much longer and they’d be out of the hell hole below coming out the door to the dock masters. As it was, they were taking him to the isle, which meant water, and he had no idea who these guys were, and he didn’t care. He wanted done with this. He’d lost two of his companions, and now someone was taking it off his hands. He’d just say the Kasian escaped, he did have the bodies for proof. The door suddenly swung open and a sigh of relief came from the men carrying the Kasian.
“Ah, I can smell the ocean. ‘Ello love.” One of the men swung his arms wide open and smiled as the rest carried the body to a small boat. The leader motioned him onward, whispering something in his ear.
“Well now iron man, ty much for your help.” With a sudden movement the guard fell to the ground, his hands grasping his neck, his eyes wide. “But ye no longer be of service. Seems fate had you sealed this night boyo. Sleep well.” The leader walked away from the guard gasping for breath. As soon as the leader was out of sight, the guard forced himself to his feet and began walking towards the guard post not far from the dock masters. He didn’t make it very far as the blood quickly left his body as a river over a dam. He took one more step, his last breath escaping through the gash in his throat. He didn’t feel the hands that caught his body, he didn’t hear the panicked screams for a cleric, and he didn’t hear the voices say to hold on. The light that began to enter his vision was absolutely beautiful.
“Well there be a fighter fer ya boys.” The leader saluted from the boat as his men paddled on. “ye won’t be vocalizing anything fer awhile, but be it ye live.” With that he motioned the men to speed it up, just a few seconds later they complied their captains command. The leader looked up suddenly hearing the whistling in the air. With a realization of betrayal, anger chiseled itself onto his face before his body became the target for many an arrow. He coughed as he looked down to the unwelcome shafts of death that now occupied his vital organs. His eyes became slits as he fell from the boat. A small splash was heard, but no one of his companions would miss him. Their bodies lay lifeless, pinned to the boat by countless arrows, yet the Kasian’s body remained untouched. A few second later another small boat pulled up beside it and a young lady held her hand up. A white aura surrounded the body of the Kasian and it began to lift into the air with little effort. It floated into the air and over to her boat. Gently his body was lowered onto the deck and the white aura disappeared replaced instead by a vibrant globe of flame. There were over 30 females on the deck, each aiming a bow directly at the globe of fire. Each was going to stay that way through the journey they were going to undertake. The mage looked to each of them and nodded.
“Our journey will not take long, my friends. Be strong and ready. He may be a male, however do not underestimate him even a tiny bit. The flames will hold him in static, the heat inside is unbearable to him. But his will is what I worry about. If even a finger of his pokes through, fill it with arrows.” With that she moved to the helm and began to steer the boat towards her destination.
She woke up from her rest with a smile. She’d been home a week now, the Kasian was no longer her worry. The Kernotan had picked him up yesterday, he was now their worry. She smiled again thankful this hell spawn was now in the hands of those that could deal him even more pain than he had caused this world. She stretched and yawned lightly. A knock intruded upon her enjoyment and she sighed.
“Speak.” Her voice was commanding and irritated. She stood and swung something over her naked body.
“A delivery for you Shi’ada.” The voice on the other end of the door was muffled yet she knew it well. Her servant, which had been with her for many a year now, tightening her robe she took a seat at her desk. Making sure all things were in order she sighed and looked to the door.
“Bring it in, Grilm.” He entered immediately and set the letter in front of her on the desk. It was addressed from the Kernotan that hired her. She waved her hand and the letter opened. She read it and nodded.
“This is most delicious Grilm. We are going to the gauntlet this eve. Seems they have the Kasian fighting. How they have him under control to do this, is something worth seeing in itself.” Grilm nodded and began to walk to her closet. He opened it, prying through the clothes and then laying out a very fine dress upon the bed for her. He looked back to her, she was reading a book of spells was his guess but he could care less.
“Is Red to forthcoming, madam?” His voice was low, yet his question sincere.
“No Grilm, that will do fine.” He nodded and commenced to put together an outfit for her to match and exceed the formal standard now held by the lords and ladies of the Isle. Without hesitation another servant of hers entered the room. Shi’ada sighed lightly. She hated formal events as it took her all freaking day to get ready. She closed the book and shook her head as she walked to the chair in front of her vanity. “Let us begin with it.” Grilm clapped his hands and 3 more servants entered the room with platters of things to get her ready. She sighed deeply as they began. An all-day affair to ready for a few hours of entertainment, why in the world had she wanted anything like this, she had no idea now.
Hours after finally being made ready Grilm clapped his hands again and looked to his master. She nodded and laughed lightly.
“This will do very nicely Grilm, very nicely indeed. And you’ve done it with time to spare.” He bowed deeply as she admired herself in the mirror.
“Thank you madam, now if I may remind you, it starts in an hour. An early entrance to mingle would be required for this event.” She growled but it did not faze him. He knew that is exactly why she hired him, because he was very good at what he did. She stood and he led her to the waiting carriage outside. She grinned as she saw the golem horses tied to her carriage.
“Grilm, I am again impressed. “ Grilm helped her up onto the carriage and then into it. He shut the door behind her and bowed deeply once more. The carriage driver snapped the reigns and the horses began to trot. Their metal joints making no noise as Grilm had oiled them nicely. She smiled to herself at the quietness of them and nodded her head. Grilm had listened well to her instructions of taking care of these golem horses. In due time many a mage would want the recipe for them, and that always meant more money to buy the harder to find spells from the higher mages of the lands, and even bought her way into their apprenticeships. She smiled to herself as the carriage entered the main city. Looks of awe, displeasure, and the sounds of giggles from children and adults alike littered the streets as the carriage was pulled through by these masterpieces of machinery. Everyone still stopped and stared, and that was the point. The more attention they brought, the higher the price would be. She clapped her hands and laughed, in due time. In due time. With the money she received from capturing the Kasian for the Kernotoan, mixed with the money from these, she could finally take the time to delve into the spells of lichdom. She could hardly contain her glee. The carriage came to a smooth halt and her door was opened. A young man offered his hand and she took it. Helping her out onto the red carpet he bowed deeply and then walked her to the front gate of the arena. She showed her ticket to the young lady at the gate and she smiled.
“Madam Shi’ada, it an extreme pleasure to have your company. Please follow me this way.” The young lady curtsied and opened the gate. With a graceful movement expected from ladies of such a ranking she led the way to a golden door. She knocked lightly and it opened, revealing a very dazzling stairway of gemstones and precious metals. She quickly took to the stairs and Shi’ada followed. She felt wonderful as soon as she touched the stairs, energized and ready to take on the world. She soon learned why. The staircase lead to the very top of the arena to a special room reserved for Kings and Queens, whom were also rumored to be here this evening. It took a few minutes but the young woman stopped and pushed on a brick. A hidden door slid open revealing a grand room filled with lavish tables and accessories. The most comfortable chairs she had ever laid eyes on and a golden table filled with fruits and vegetable that complimented the best of all the continents. Fresh meat, cheeses and the finest wines ladled the table as well. In two of the chairs looking out over the arena floor were the King and Queen of Milinte, her King and Queen. They were looking at her of course and she held her step. Curtsying she awaited their say to enter. The King smiled, respectfully and waved her to enter. He stood and smiled at her. With a bow he came back up and put his arms on her shoulders out of respect.
“So you are the one that caught the beast?” She could only nod, as she kept her eyes on the floor. He laughed and nodded. “Excellent. You will be well rewarded Lady Shi’ada of the Eastern clan of Vryn.” She looked to him in shock. He smiled. “Welcome to royalty Lady Shi’ada. From this moment on, your family line is of Royal blood, and no one may erase that, come, let’s enjoy the show shall we. We have a private viewing of the Kasian against a bandit found guilty to murder. A warm up match if you will, but we get to see just how deadly he is in person.” She smiled, though secretly, she had no wanting to see this. She had seen the destruction this one being had caused and she knew they had to be careful. If he got loose from whatever control they had on him, it could prove extremely disastrous to their health. The stories and rumors of the Kasian holding the reapers blades, she came to understand, were not fairy tales or exaggerations. He was as deadly as they said he was. She had gotten lucky bringing him here, she’d lost all but 3 of her crew when the burst through the flame orb. Luckily she was able to increase the effect and catch him in it one more time, granted it killed the Kernotan he was attacking, but it did its job and kept him dormant. She smiled once more and curtsied deeply.
“As you wish my Liege.” With that he grabbed her hand and walked her over to a chair to the right and just behind the queens.
“Greeting Lady Shi’ada, thank you for joining us, the Kernotan spoke highly of you.” She blushed a bit as the queen spoke the words. The Queen herself was the real power in the land, being of Kernotan herself. She was not a woman to be trifled with, and it was not any day you could find a Kernotan that put up with any Males advances, let alone their words or existence. She had outdone herself with this political statement. Bringing the Kernotan onto the massive world market, and it paid off well for both the country and the Kernotan.
“I thank you for your Gracious kindness my Queen. May your days be long and fruitful for your gracious patience and pity on a lowly mage such as myself.” Shi’ada didn’t truly feel this way but she played the part very well, the Queen nodded and touched her hand lightly. She leaned into Shi’ada and whispered.
“Your respect is duly noticed little sister, welcome to the family. You will always have an alliance with the Kernotan, you are a sister to us, and we thank you.” With that, the Queen smiled and turned towards the gong that now echoed through the arena. Shi’ada blushed deeper, this was definitely the best move she’d ever done. She smiled and looked toward the arena floor now ready for the show.
“Oh this is going to be good.” The King chuckled and folded his hands across his chin.
From one end of the arena a human of around 30 walked proudly from the gates. He was fully armored up in leather armor and carried a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. He bowed mockingly to the king and queen and shook his head. Screaming something none of them could make out. From the other side of the arena a man was thrown from the gate. He landed hard a cloud of dust floating into the air from where he landed. He stood up however and looked to the massive Minotaur guard that had thrown him. It snorted and was lead back into the gates by the chain master. She could now see the Kasians hands and feet were bound with chain, his eyes were covered and his mouth was sewn shut. How could he see the minotaur? The human laughed and the Kasians head snapped to attention towards the new sound. A young man appeared beside her, holding a shell of some sort and she took it. The same for the King and Queen. Once placed to the ear they could hear the conversations taking place below.
“Oy, if it ain’t beggar bob. Ya sure you want to fight me eh boy?” The Kasian made no move, nor responded, not like he could anyway. She was sure the Kernotan had made sure his eyes and tongue were burned out and sealed shut, it’s what they did with all their male slaves. The King looked down to the human and made a gesture to get on with it. The human laughed and again bowed mockingly. “As you wish your royalness.” Without hesitation the human sped towards his blind opponent. The fight lasted 10 seconds. 8 Seconds of running and 2 seconds of the Kasian reacting. As the human thrust towards him the Kasian sidestepped and leaped wrapping the chains around his ankles tightly around the mans throat. The man went down quick, his face hitting the dirt hard. With a sudden twist, the snap of the humans neck could be heard by the royal family and by Shi’ada. Each balked suddenly as the Kasian untwisted at the same time and looked to them. With sightless eyes trained on them, each of them shifted uncomfortably. This however was not the end; two more men came running out of the gates and towards the Kasian. His sightless eyes never left Shi’ada however. The first slashed toward the Kasian with his blade but was impaled quickly as the Kasian kicked up the sword from the dead man below him, catching it and ramming it through the throat of his first attacker. With another quick move he disarmed the newly dying man and parried the blow from the other then twisted and decapitated him. He dropped the blade suddenly as his hands found his head. It dropped him to his knees instantly. No screaming could be heard, yet the pain was obvious. When it was finished he stood, different than before. Like his mind was not his own. He looked straight ahead as three soldiers riding horses entered the arena. Each carrying spears on well armored steeds, the Kasian didn’t move. Yet his head turned to each one, and Shi’ada noticed that he took them out in the order he looked at them. Completely emotionless, the Kasian stood over three dead horses, and three more dead men. The King and Queen suddenly stood and applauded. Shi’ada was appalled, yet she stood and applauded. The queen suddenly looked at the king and laughed.
“Under our control, we could easily conquer Ilental. I say we continue the plan as before. It should not take long to do it with this kind of control.” The King nodded and smiled.
“As you wish love.” As he finished they both looked to Shi’ada and smiled, meaning they were taking their leave. “Stay Royal child, the entertainment is not yet over, yet we have more pressing matters.” She curtsied and they took their leave. She sat down, no one else in the room and shook her head. Did they realize anything? She looked down and saw them leading the Kasian away, yet his burned out, stitched over eyes could now be seen. And they were truly looking right at her. The uncontrollable Kasian, under control. No, she didn’t believe it, there was a reason he was uncontrollable, and that was a divine touch from above, she knew it, she felt it, and she saw it in him. Was he toying, playing along, and biding his time. He was known for his patience and cruelty, and he was known for his destruction and his skill. They could not possibly be that stupid. Yet here they were, leading a Kasian weaponless back into the gates, and yet. She shook her head, he was going willingly. Something was not right and she felt it, did no one else? She really didn’t watch the rest of the arena match, it held no interest to her really. After the royalty had completely left the room, she removed the shell from her ear and set it aside. The echoes could still be made out every now and then, but nothing that really caught her attention. She was worried, beyond worried really, she was scared. She hadn’t thought this all the way through. Now, however, it was coming to her in waves. She sighed and put her head into her hands. Hunched over now , and lost fully in thought, she failed to hear the door slide open. She failed to hear the footsteps, the sitting of someone in the king’s chair, and the failure to feel the presence. She took a very deep breath and brought her head back up. She stared at the other side of the coliseum, completely lost to her thoughts. If he escaped, this city would be destroyed, she’d be destroyed, everything that she knew and loved here would be gone, it was his way. What had she agreed to? She hadn’t thought this through. Bringing him here was one a very idiotic mistake. She should have known better, should have seen the bigger picture, the warnings. Why had she failed to do so.
“You should really put on your shell, there is something going on down there I have a feeling you will be greatly interested in.” The females voice was calm yet powerful. She recognized the accent immediately, Nae’Bliss. The initial shock of someone else being up here was the first to surprise her body into action. She leaped from the chair in shock. Her body going battle ready, and her mind firing on all cylinders she began her silent preparations for spell casting. Seeing another woman dressed to the nines in red and weaponless, her body calmed down and she began to breathe.
“I’m sorry, I did not hear you enter.” Was all Shi’ada could muster.
“I noticed.” Her voice was plain and calm yet the lady pointed to the shell Shi’ada had set down on the table next the chair she had previously occupied. She picked it up and put it back into her ear, her eyes not leaving the new found ‘company’. It was completely silent. Shi’ada looked to her companion with a look of confusion. The stranger smiled and closed her eyes, bringing her finger to her lips. Within moments her eyes widened as the sounds came over the shell.
“Ladies and gentleman! We welcome you to the first ever DRAGON FIGHT!” She had been so lost in thought she didn’t even notice the hundreds of thousands that now occupied the stands. Her hands found the barrier and she looked out. Sure enough, a Dragon was lead into the stadium. Oh there was more than enough room for it. In an instant she saw the brilliance of a surrounding magical spell encase the stadium with protection of its occupants. Exactly like the barrier she was pressed against now. She knew what was coming next. They were going to pit the Kasian against the beast of the ages. She took in a deep breath but never let it out as she watched. Sure enough the Kasian was thrown once again into the stadium dirt. She watched, as the gates were shut behind him, back behind the safety of the protections of magic. The Kasian stood, and the dragon charged towards the weaponless beast. As soon as the Dragon breathed its deadly breath weapon the Kasian’s hands came up in defense. A brilliant light flashed around him as a deadly dose of Acid surrounded him. As the dragon ended its attack the crowd went wild. Surrounded by an interesting aura she had never seen before stood the Kasian. The ground around him was melted and charred blackish green, yet he was untouched. Another blast came from the dragons’ mouth and the same result. She saw the whitish aura around the Kasian blink though. It would not hold up to anymore. Before the thought finished crossing her mind the Kasian leaped into action. Straight for the dragon the Kasian charged. The dragon flapped its wings suddenly sending the male body flying back towards the wall of protection that surrounded the arena. She watched as his deft movements and the force of the dragons wind buffet sent him running up the wall of protection. Up he went, continually. The Kasian’s legs never stopped moving and she saw him begin to glow a bright bronze. Speeding across the wall of protection he leaped into the air clearing the highest point of the protection wall. As he cleared it the dragon began to take flight, cloud after cloud of dust blinded the arena. She heard the panic from everyone in the stadium. The Kasian had escaped! She dropped to her knees as tears began to flow from her eyes. Her hands still pressed against the barrier she lowered her head, giving into the sobs.
“He’s free.” A sob broke her words, and she really wasn’t even talking to the woman in the room. “Oh by the gods he’s free. What have I done? I never. “ another sob. “Should have brought him here.” She suddenly felt the cold steel pressed against her throat and her heart skipped a beat. Her breath caught in her lungs as she felt it slide through her larynx, new tears of panic followed the trails of the old tears of fear. Her hands grasped her throat as she fell back onto the cold, uncaring Gold that was the floor below her. Her eyes focused on the woman that shared the room with her. Her finger came up to the strangers lip and she shook her head.
“Not all of what you hear is truth love, Xyan is not a destroyer. And he sure as the abyss is not a plaything little mage.” The woman wiped the blood from her knife onto her red dress. The woman turned and walked away, still talking. “It’s never easy letting death take you mage, but once you realize, you are done, it’s much easier to accept. Too bad for you it didn’t turn out different.” The woman kept talking about mundane stuff to Shi’ada. She was casting every silent spell to heal herself she had in her mind, it was working, but if the woman that tried to assassinate her saw or thought she was going to remain alive, she would surely cause more damage than she could repair, with the prize at the endgame of this being her life. She let her hands fall free as she heard the secret door slide open and then slide closed. Her lungs began to burn horribly, and she was having a very hard time concentrating on her silent spells. They came in force though. Her spells healing her body, though taking up all the energy she had left. She didn’t have enough energy to completely heal her larynx, and this bothered her. She would be mute from this point on and she knew it as she gave into the darkness of exhaustion. A mute mage, who ever heard of such a thing? Tears began to stream down her face again as her mind collapsed into unconsciousness."""""
Well, there it is. I'll go through and make edits later, I suppose. Yet either way, I like and dislike it at the same time. I'm needing more detail this I know, so will probably end up starting there and then working out the editing. Either way, let me know what you think if you want. Right now, I'm trying hard to keep going with it, and Please any writer out there, seriously take a lesson. BACK UP EVERYTHING *laughs*, oh and whenever you have a thought of something you are working on, be sure to write it down. No matter how mundane it may seem, or even crappy, you will be surprise how that little thought can turn everything around for you. For example, this part is sooooo very different than the original was, About this time in the story, Xyan was steering a boat, or at least trying.. This scene was to come in way later, and be way different. But no worries, there will be more added before the escape. I just needed to really get it down so I had a beginning, middle and end of what I wanted to achieve. So please, let me know if you would. Fantasy is so cookie cutter and I know I have to give into some of that cookie cutter syndrome to set the story, yet I'm truly working on something that goes beyond my comprehension, and learning to write this way doesn't come easy. After all, people will not easily divulge their deepest darkest intentions, or really what their true, deep down and vulgar, intention are. I'm a pretty forward guy, straight and to the point, no hidden meaning, no trying to get my way from what I say.. so this is proving to be difficult for me. *laughs hard* Who knew?