When you mention ivy walls and blue waterfalls, many assume that you’re trapped in some shape or form: as a princess in a tower, or a kid trying to survive the many dangers hidden within a maze. When I think of ivy walls and blue waterfalls, I imagine something amazing, something magical: ancient ruins, a hiking expedition, or a relaxing day embraced by nature. I think ivy walls have many stories to tell and when you see the ivy, I imagine that each leaf is like a hidden memory; crawling across the ancient history that has been embedded into the wall by unknown hands.
The blue waterfalls are mystical. They are sometimes the epiphany of a wondrous landscape, a hidden door to worlds unknown. They sustain the life around them and are just a sight to behold, no matter how small or where they are discovered. Looking at them can make you feel free and unrestrained, relaxing your innermost thoughts, before you are then opened to the sounds of nature itself. Luckily for me, I got to experience both of these wondrous things.
The ivy walls I visited, were in the ruins of Alna. Surrounded by dense forest, it took several days for our small party of five to reach them. On our last day, as the sun was setting, the ivy that grew on the walls turned amber-gold. Each leaf emitting a soft glow in the dying rays of daylight. Daring, I reached out, taking one such leaf into the palm of my hand, caressing it. The leaf seemed to hum with energy then, the edges growing brighter before a burst of light blinded me and a flood of memories overwhelmed my sense of reality and fantasy: a father, dressed in a cloth-sack, teaching his son how to create mortar; a woman, bringing lunch to a soldier during the Bian War; a child wearing traditional garb, climbing the walls with his tribeskin. When the flood ceased and reality settled once more, I knew that this place was special and that it needed protection. I then formed an organization and after many years, I then moved on from the ruins of Alna to the waterfalls of Ceruan.
The waterfalls were equally as amazing. This time crossing the vast expanse of the Denu Desert, to the far reaches of its northeastern-most corner that borders Seruq; the oasis was well-hidden. After traveling for six months, our small group of five arrived with little to no coherence. The desert was known for its magical illusions, often leading many astray, but as a desert dweller myself, I treaded the hot sands with a fervor few could match...
It took us another day and a half to reach the waterfalls. The air, once hot and dry, suddenly cooled and filled with life. It sated our thirst and our bodies cries for comfort, and breathed new life into our small company. Many of us smiled, admiring the falls and their majestic, yet natural design. Others laughed and played in their shallow pools. I, on the other hand, stared at the biggest waterfall. With water that reflected the sky like a living mirage, the fall arched like an elegant dancer: the hands connecting the earth from above, the body letting the water flow freely as it traversed between earth and sky, and the feet disappearing into a watery shadow below at the base.
Holding a hand out, I whispered in the ancient tongue of the Ceruanian people. Slowly, the water parted, its’ blue current pulled apart like a curtain. Near the base, a small area of dark shale is revealed. Walking across the shallow pool, I passed the curtain and stood in front of the odd-looking rock. Touching its cool, slick surface, I accidentally cut myself. Biting back a curse, I watch as the layers peel-away and behind them, a door of exquisite make. Made with wood similar to black walnut, lined with silver filigree and inlaid with beautiful sapphires; the door inexplicably led to an unknown world. Grasping the polished, silver latch, I move the lock bolt and upon opening; brilliant light surrounded me and sounds of ancient words drifted through, gentle like the waves that hesitantly touch the sands of the shore. Smiling, I walk through and close the door, wondering what awaits me. Wondering if this new world is “free”.
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You always see me: carrying the prince through blistering winds and scorching deserts, waiting for him to climb to the highest room in the tallest tower to save a complete stranger, and then let them kiss on my back so they can live happily ever after. What about my happily ever after?
I always enjoyed the days when the prince and I would travel through the woods, hunting deer or just lazing about on a perfect afternoon. Of course, that was always ruined by some two-legged female in one way or another. Now, there are some exceptions, from what I’ve heard around the stableyard. Khan, horse of Mulan, said his rider is a complete bada** while Samson, Prince Phillip’s horse, said they had to face a frickin’ dragon. Now I don’t know about you, but I would hate to be in that situation. We all know how Donkey turned out...
Angus, loves Merida. Scotland is beautiful and he admires her strong bow-arm. She hits the targets every time, he gloats. None of the other steeds are really worth mentioning except for Maximus. He’s loyal, smart and can fight as well as anyone, two-legged or otherwise. I look up to him.
If you’re wondering who I am, I’m the noble and gentle steed of Prince Charming. Many have said my name is Astor, but few know of me (or remember). Sure, Snow White is kind and everyone adores her, but she’s not the only woman in the Prince’s life. I was there first and ever since she came into our lives, I’ve had to listen to her incessant singing: making our courtyard filled with all kinds of wildlife, constantly; or while she cleaned the castle and did chores. I’d wish she’d bother Cinderella if I knew how annoying it was going to be. I’ve heard “Whistle While You Work”, WAY too many times. I feel like dunking my head into the water trough just to drown it out.
Not to mention the seven, VERY short, two-legged creatures. Every time they come over, it’s a complete nightmare. Thankfully, the Prince feels as uncomfortable as I do around them and saddles me for a ride into the nearby forest. A blessing indeed. Then, when evening comes and everyone leaves, I’m content in my warm stable. Blessed for being so lucky, yet dreading what the day will bring, now that she is with us. I guess Snow White is both a blessing and a curse.
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She stared at the carnage with a mix of horror and anticipation: bodies, both human and yokai, were in several piles surrounding her, the barren land was a deep russet for miles around and the taste of iron and smoke still carried on the wind. Licking her lips at the thought of an upcoming war, Alice grinned as she padded her way through the onslaught; on to her soon-to-be victory against the Tengu clan.
#xjenvanx, #challenge, #yokai
I don’t really know how to say this: with everything that you had going on in life; but I just want to say sorry. Those words aren’t enough to apologize for everything that I’ve done, or didn’t do. To put it simply: I’ve let you down. Ever since the age of nine, I never gave you the courage to speak up about what your eldest brother has been doing to you. I did however, let the school counselor know about the abuse you have been through, the bruises visible on your arms or legs.
When you went into foster care, I should’ve gave you the support you desperately needed in order to combat the loss of one family and the sudden appearance of another. It’s really a shame that our parent’s never believed us, but believed my eldest brother and his lies...
Once you were in that new home, I should’ve gave you the strength to withstand the painful moments when you had weekly visits with your parents. I knew it hurt, considering you’d break down in the middle of your third-grade class. Mrs. Heller was such a kind woman, comforting you when I didn’t.
During those teenage years, I should’ve gave you freewill and the ability to stand up to others—not pressured or coerced into doing things you shouldn’t have to put up with. We should’ve told your adopted sister ‘no’ to many things: stealing dad’s car, driving you illegally to a friend’s house to do drugs, flashing a complete stranger on the internet, letting weird men into our house while our parents were gone...so many things that were wrong, but few that we went against our sister’s say-so.
If there’s one thing I’d never forgiven myself for: it’s for not letting us love whoever we wanted, without other’s influencing our decision. Sure, we lucked-out, dating a wonderful guy for twelve years now, but we did break-up with him twice because our sister didn’t like him, or because of our best friend (who, at the time unbeknownst to us, was going through some issues of her own).
I should’ve done a lot of things for you back then, but I was immature and unexperienced. For everything, I’m sorry and I know that we will do better in our present and our future.
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I was five when I discovered my first fear: claustrophobia. My two older brothers, one seven, the other nine; were playing with an old wooden toy chest before I joined in their fun. The box was plain: its wood a faded white, the inside a dark brown.
“You getting in?” My brother Johnny asked.
I looked at him, then the box. “Are there holes?”
“Duh” my other brother Jerry replied. “Why else would we get in it?”
Still skeptical, I shook my head ‘no’ and seeing my disbelief, Jerry crawled into the depths of the old box and closed the lid. About five minutes had passed and as I became worried, my brother opened the lid. With the silliest grin on his face, “Do you believe me now?” With lips pressed in nervousness,
Jerry climbed out of the box and Johnny was about to go next, but Jerry stopped him. “No, it’s her turn,” he said. When both of them looked at me, I knew there was no escape, no turning back. Getting into the box, I laid down and crossed my arms over my chest. When I was ready, Jerry closed the lid. Immediately, the darkness engulfed me and the silence was deafening.
I told myself it was going to be okay; that it’d all be over in five minutes. I laid in the box for what seemed like an eternity, wondering where the breathing holes were. Wondering why I was suddenly having a hard time breathing. I tried to breathe slowly—tried to take small, steady breaths; but my pulse just quickened. I was honestly becoming scared now. It was too dark, too quiet and it felt way too long to be in this box. So, wanting out, I go to open the lid and to my horror, it doesn’t budge. Panicking, I tried harder. I yelled out my brothers’ names, nobody answered. I yelled for my parents, still no answer. By now, I could hardly breathe and it felt like time was running out. In my despair, tears pricked my eyes and ran down my pale cheeks. I sobbed for about ten minutes, the tears disappearing because I was too weak to cry. All seemed lost in this dark box...
More moments of silence had passed before I heard the voices of my brothers. In a desperate call for help, I knocked as hard as I could on the box. This time, someone heard me and my brother Johnny opened the box. “Where were you? We’ve been looking for you for an hour.”
Rushing out of the box and into a world of light and fresh air, I take a few deep breaths before answering. “What do you mean? I was in there this entire time.”
Johnny looked confused. “Jerry told me he had let you out fifty-minutes ago.”
Shaking my head, “No, he didn’t.”
After that situation, we never spoke of it again. My brothers never mentioned it and I was too scared to bring it up. To this day, I’ve always wondered why my parents were going to toss out that old toy chest back then. Were they scared of us kids playing in it? Did they know there was no airholes?
The worst part was: did my brothers know about it and if they did, why’d they let me climb into it, thinking it was all just a game? I shudder at the thought.
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“Alice Sweet Alice”
There he was, smiling demurely at me. His raven-colored hair blowing gently in the spring breeze while he sat patiently on the bench, outside of my office. Feeling his gaze through the eighth-inch-thick glass, I felt my cheeks redden. Tucking a piece of red hair back behind my ear, I continued working until my shift had ended...
It wasn’t until five-o’clock in the evening did work finally end. While I was packing my briefcase and cleaning up my cubicle, I snuck a quick peek outside and to my amazement, he was still there: still waiting. Gathering everything as quickly as I could, I rushed out to meet him. “Hi, you must be Nathaniel.” Holding out the only free hand I had, as the other was currently balancing a briefcase, purse and a latte.
“You must be Alice. Pleasure to finally get the chance to meet you.” The man responded, taking my hand in his own and, like a gentleman, kissed it—sending a sudden, unexpected, tingly feeling through my entire body. Embarrassed from Nathaniel’s actions, I quickly pulled my hand away from his grasp and held it against my chest.
“It’s nice to meet you too. So what do you have planned for us this evening?”
“How about a nice dinner? Maybe a movie afterwards? It’s up to you.” He said, beaming at me. His smile—or rather his teeth—was so white, it nearly blinded me. They looked a little too white, but at least I knew he had really good hygiene: he also smelt really good and had a clean-shaven face to go with his professionally cut and styled hair. This guy definitely was a plus so far.
“Sounds great. Where do you want to go?”
“How about Giovanni’s? I love Italian food and I also heard from your friend that you loved Italian as well. Or am I mistaken?”
“No, Giovanni’s is fine. I do love Italian and I’m glad Mae told you so much about me.” More than I probably preferred, I thought, giving Nathaniel a reassuring smile. “See you at seven?”
Seven it is.” Nathaniel replied, before giving me a quick embrace and then going over to his parked car. It was a 2018, black Ford Mustang GT Premium Convertible. The car looked nice but I liked mine better: a 2017, blue Pagani Huayra. It was expensive as hell, but it was worth every dollar, or Euro, in my case. Fetching the keys out of my purse, I walked over to my baby and after pushing the button twice, got in and shut the door. Putting my seatbelt on, I then put the keys into the ignition and start the car. It was time to go home...
Living in the rich part of town had its perks: nice houses, big lawns, no annoying kids and their dogs keeping the neighbors awake; yeah, life was good. Pulling into my driveway, I get out and after locking the car, head up the steps to my two-story, eight-thousand-square-feet home. With a breath of relief, I unlocked the door and took off my shoes at the entryway. Time to shower and change, I told myself, placing my belongings on the kitchen counter before strolling up the staircase to the master bedroom. Once there, I went through the closet, wondering what would be appropriate for an Italian restaurant.
After going through many dresses: from red and glitzy, to purple and made of silk, I decided on a black dress made of satin. To be precise: an Adrianna Papell Boat-Neck A-Line Dress. To match, I grabbed a pair of Lois Lace Evening Pumps from the same designer, and a matching bra-underwear set that was black and lacey. All set, I went into my bathroom and started stripping.
I first removed my red blouse, after unbuttoning it, I let it fall to the floor; next was my white push-up bra. Not that my boobs needed a push-up, they were both size B36, but I liked the style and bought it on a whim. After releasing the clasp, I felt my breasts fall a little. They were both perfectly rounded and with a quick grope, I felt that my skin was still soft to the touch. After releasing them from their restrainsts, I then moved on to my black miniskirt. Once removed, the panties came next: a nice, lacey-white thong. Letting both articles fall into a heap along with the other stuff, I finally stood in the shower: hot water running down my hour-glass shape like waterfall.
Twenty-minutes passed, by the time I was done showering and getting dressed, along with makeup, accessories, etc. It was almost seven by the time I was ready when I heard a car horn coming from outside. Grabbing my coat and purse, I opened the door to see that Nathaniel was indeed waiting for me. Punctual, that’s nice. With a smile, I reach his car and open the door; bending low to get inside. The interior was nice: all leather and smelled practically brand-new. Maybe it was? Placing my purse on the floorboard, I buckled myself in. Then, with a smile, I look at Nathaniel. “You ready?”
“Always.” He replied, before putting the car into “drive” and headed towards Giovanni’s.
An hour of eating, conversation and flirting was enough to get anyone drunk: especially when wine was involved. Of course, Nathaniel couldn’t drink, seeing as he was my designated driver; but that didn’t stop me from downing a whole bottle of the stuff. After my second bottle, Nathaniel started to look a little fuzzy and that’s when I asked him if we could just skip the movie and take me home. He was fine with that and with his help, I managed to leave the restaurant and get into his car without falling over. A couple of times, I could of sworn I heard him laugh—like when I mistook a total stranger as my brother—but Nathaniel just denied it. Telling me that I had drunk too much (impossible) and needed some rest. Laughing, I told him that maybe he was the drunk one and that he needed my help. That just made him laugh more...
Safely arriving at my house, Nathaniel puts the car in “park” and comes around the side to open the door for me. Unbuckling myself, I get ready to stand up before bumping my head on the door frame. “Ouch.” Rubbing my head, I try to dull the pain.
“You alright?” Nathaniel asks, gently taking my arm and pulling me out.
“Yeah, just a little bump is all.” I reassured him, letting him lead me from his car to my front door. Once there, I give Nathaniel my best smile. “Thank you so much for tonight, sorry about the whole movie thing.”
“It’s understandable. I don’t blame you, I still had fun tonight” he tells me, giving me another one of those killer smiles, which reminded me of that intense, heated moment from earlier in the day. Without thinking, I placed my arms around his neck and kissed him. At first, he seemed surprised, before responding in kind. He placed one of his hands on the back of my head, gripping my hair, while he fiercely and passionately kissed me. The kiss caused me to stumble back against the door, and before I knew it, our bodies were touching: his was lean and muscular, while mine was curvy and soft. Not too soft though, but soft enough that he’d want to squeeze me in many ways...
“Maybe we should go inside.” I whisper, my voice all sultry and seductive, making myself sound wanton.
“Maybe we should.” Nathaniel said, his own breath husky and filled with need.
Breaking the kiss, I dug through my purse quickly. Found the keys and unlocked the door. It didn’t take long for the passion to start-up again. It happened as soon as the door was unlocked. Nathaniel had me pinned against the wall near the entryway, his hands in my hair, his lips on mine, breathing heavily. The kiss deepened, as the seconds went by, his tongue now darting in to find mine, creating a dance of sorts. One of his hands went from my hair to my left breast, tugging on my nipple through the dress. Moaning, I grip him tighter, pulling his face even closer to mine. “Let’s go upstairs.” I barely manage to get out, filled with so much heat it was making me go brain-dead. Nathaniel just nodded, then in one swift motion, picked me up and carried me up the stairs.
Reaching the bedroom, he placed me on the bed. Looking up at him with green eyes, I smiled. Then, reaching for him, I began to unbutton his shirt. It was a nice shirt, but it needed to go. After I threw his shirt to the ground, I started on his belt next, but he gently grabbed my hand. “Not yet, love.” He said, before pushing me down onto my back. With a smile, Nathaniel rolled me over onto my stomach, face-down, I felt him unzip my dress and then unclasp my bra. Once down, he rolled me back over again and pulled the dress and bra completely off: like a magician with a tablecloth. Smiling he leaned down and whispered into my ear: “I hope your ready.”
“I’m so totally ready.” I told him.
The night became intense: he first started making out with me, his tongue clashing with mine before it left to trail down my neck and around my breasts. While using his tongue, he kneaded my breasts and tugged on my nipples; making them perk up and harden. He’d then use his tongue to maneuver around them, causing me to moan with pleasure, before he then traveled to my lacey underwear. Nathaniel gave me a sly smile before he slid those off of me, and revealed the nicely trimmed bush underneath. Still using his tongue, he journeyed through the forest to the cave within—which was now wet and dripping with every touch. His tongue first touched the sensitive spot above the cave, before he licked his fore-and middle finger, readying them for exploration. When they were wet enough, he gently rubbed the outside—making my hip grind in a humping motion—before entering the cave depths.
With a moan, “Please Nathaniel, more—“ was all I could get out while he suddenly began pulling his fingers in and out. Over and over. Feeling the heat and the pleasure, I moaned even more, getting louder as time went on. When Nathaniel felt like he had fingered me enough, he finally let me undo his belt and unzip his pants. He was hard, his penis was pretty big too, and his balls looked amazing. Taking his penis in my grasp, I placed my mouth over the tip before sucking on it. Nathaniel began to moan and thrust as I went from sucking, to licking, then biting and back. I also grasped his balls with my free hand, squeezing and pulling on them. He seemed like the sadistic type. Thrusting harder now, and with him pulling my hair, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and ejaculated all over my face. Smiling, I licked my lips and using my fingers, grabbed the rest of it and dragging the stuff to my mouth; ate it. Then it was time for round two.
Nathaniel kept playing with me, teasing my nipples, rubbing my clit; but this time, instead of a blowjob, he got on top of me and with one quick motion; went inside. No condom, no nothing, it was just skin-on-skin and it felt great. I could feel him inside me, his dick pulsating with need and I felt like I was going to die from bliss. This was the best sex I’ve ever had and I couldn’t believe the stamina this guy had. It was just AMAZING! After a few minutes, we changed positions: I was now bent over, “doggy” style, and Nathaniel was still thrusting, but also used both hands to grip me good. He had one on my left breast, the other was pulling my hair. He was practically riding me like a horse. It wasn’t until a few minutes after that did I feel him rubbing his finger across my dripping-wet vagina. “What are you doing?” I managed to ask, panting and lacking some air.
“Trust me, you’ll like it.” He said, taking his now lubricated finger and rubbing it across my butthole. Nathaniel then inserted his finger a little bit, which caused me to tighten my butt muscles. “Relax, does it hurt?”
“No,” I tell him. “It doesn’t.”
”It might if you don’t loosen up. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
”What do you me—” and before I could get another word in, I swear to god almighty, he shoved his entire penis inside. At first, it hurt like a bitch, but thanks to all of my natural lube, it started to feel great. It wasn’t too long before I started begging like a red-headed whore. “Nathaniel, more please, I beg yo—“ He granted my wish alright, along with some ass-smacking. My butthole felt like it was expanding and Nathaniel was moving faster and faster. It wasn’t long before he came inside me—then pulled out to watch his juices flow down from my ass to my vagina. I also orgasmed several times throughout this workout and by the time he was done, I was too tired to even move.
Grinning at me. “Done so soon?” Nathaniel asks, his naked body now being bathed with the sun’s early rays. Holy shit, did I say the sun? We had an eight-hour session?! Laughing at the look of disbelief on my face, Nathaniel reaches towards me, brushing my hair away from my face and behind an ear.
“I didn’t realize you were a sex god.” I told him, before stretching out on the bed, tired, but feeling great. “How do you have so much stamina? I almost died.”
”I’m an athlete. I do several triathlons each year to keep me in shape.”
”Amazing.” Was all I said, before suddenly feeling tired. “I’m sorry to be so rude, but could you leave? I feel tired all of a sudden.”
”Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow Alice. Night.”
It didn’t take too long before I heard Nathaniel grab his clothes, dress and walk down the stairs and out the door. Once I heard the door shut with a click—meaning the lock was in place—I blissfully fell into a deep sleep. Already anxious to see Nathaniel the next day...
Nathaniel looked back at the house, with the biggest grin on his face, before entering his car. Inside, he put on his seatbelt, put the key in the ignition and pulled out of the driveway. He couldn’t believe his luck: the girl in general was fae and unknowingly, a princess of the current queen. He laughed at the thought of it because he knew Alice was a part of the “light” or “fairy” fae while he was part of the “dark” or “demon” fae: an incubus. Now, she would have his child and then, the fun and games would begin...
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My name is Valerie Major and I’m deadly, VERY deadly. It wasn’t until I escaped the facility did I realize how much...
I had snuck out one night: from the clean, sanitary, and boring room that the people—who wore white coats—had placed me in. Thankfully, my room at least had a window and using my powers, I was able to “melt” my way through the glass. Once outside, I crawled behind the hedges that decorated the yard and reached the fence without a single lighit shining or a siren blaring through the silence. After placing a hand on the interlinked metal, it sizzled and burned away a hole big enough for me to crawl through. Crawling carefully, so as not to catch any part of my white clothes on the sharp ends of the melted fence, I made it through and reached the other side: the “human” side...
Getting as far away from the compound as I could, I ran towards a dark and empty-looking space behind a few buildings. Were they called stores? I couldn’t really remember, the white-coats didn’t try to teach us about the outside world. Only about the compound and about our powers, or “gifts”, they called them. More like a curse, I thought, before realizing that it was my so-called “gift” that helped me escape. I laughed at the irony as I found a nice quiet corner behind what looked to be a bakery—or a place that smelt like freshly baked bread. It smelt so good, making me hungry, but I told myself that I’d eat later. First, I had to find a safe place to hide...
Finding a sturdy-looking box made of cardboard, I crawled inside and curled into the fetal-position before drifing off to sleep. It wasn’t until morning did something wake me up: a cute little animal with pointed ears, a long-fluffy tail and what looked like a mask on its face. “Hello.” I said, reaching out to pet it.
The creature flinched at my movement, hissed then bit my hand. I tried to release its grip on me, but I had no need to worry: it soon died and let go altogether. Yep, my “gift” was doing such a good job at keeping me alive...
Leaving the dead animal, I left the alley and walked around the town a bit. There were many stores: some with jewelry, clothes, or others with various kinds of food. Stopping in front of one such store, I stared through the glass at a couple eating what appeared to be some kind of pasta: Alfredo maybe? Walking in, still staring at them, I head over to their table.
“Excuse me.” I say, my voice coming out in a nice soprano befit for a child of fourteen.
First of all, my name is Veyna Bones and I’m a bodysnatcher. No, I don’t just take your body and do wily-nily things with it. I’m actually part wisp and part succubus, a perfect mutant who can literally copy a soul right down to its ethereal DNA. I’m also a private detective who is currently chasing down a vampire lord in a piece-of-crap, run-down building that’s about twenty-stories tall. Next to me, running on all fours, is my shapeshifting bff Grant. He can transform into anything as long as he gets a piece of DNA: hair, blood, etc. of whatever creature that suits his needs: currently, he was a black wolf with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. I stiffled a chuckle as we neared the vampire’s lair.
Upon reaching the stairs at the bottom, I looked at Grant. Giving me a nod, I then used my wispy-succubi powers and dissipated, before going “inside” him. Once there, I carefully touched his soul. With my succubus power, I took a little sip from the outer shell of his soul, granting me the ability to shapeshift. Then with my wisp power, I exited his body—like I had previously entered—and stood next to him once more. Feeling his power flow through me, I then transformed in a flame atronach: a being that was shaped like a human, but engulfed in flames; also a member of some Demonic family...
Ready for some serious ass-kicking, I motioned for Grant to enter first: he had better eyesight as a wolf and I’d rather not scare the vamps right away—I wanted to roast as many as possible for all the crimes they had committed and for all the rules they had broken. Not to mention interracial treaties between the various families. They were lucky I hadn’t chosen to be something worse than a flame atronach...
While I was standing outside, Grant went in first: I could see him sniffing around some of the darkest places on the ground floor, before grunting and letting me know it was safe so far. Entering, I was careful not to light anything on fire by accident. The building was already a mess to begin with and I definitely didn’t want it to collapse on top of us while we were hunting for this particular coven. So levitating carefully through the doorway, we went towards the back where a staircase was positioned. Following our routine, Grant went ahead of me again, checking the floorboards and making sure they were safe enough to cross. I don’t really know why he did that, since I was levitating in this form anyway, but maybe it was part of his habit.
We made it up about fifteen-stories before seeing any movement. As we reached the landing on the fifteenth floor, I saw a few fledgling vampires staring at me with blood-red eyes. Eyes that clearly stated: “I’m hungry.” I smiled at one such fledgling—who was perched on the railing of the staircase in front of me—before raising an arm and hurling a bright-orange ball of fiery death. The fledgling dodged, but in doing so, he knocked another one of his coven off the staircase; the other hissed in anger before they quickly shifted to smoke—avoiding a very long fall to the bottom.
“Move,” I told the newbie. “Before I roast you.”
“No.” He hissed, altering his stance on the railing. “You shall not pass.”
“Who are you? Gandalf?” I laughed then shook my head. “Never mind, you wouldn’t understand.”
The vampire looked at me like he was dumbstruck. Has he never seen any of the “Lord of the Rings” movies? How could he not get the reference? Shaking my head at the disbelief, I raised my arm again, ready to hurl more fireballs. “Just move already.”
“Fine, have it your way then.” I replied, chucking a fireball in the noobs direction. He dodged again, but I was ready for it this time: I raised my other arm and hurled a second ball and caught him by surprise. It was fun watching him writhe in agony as he started to turn to ash. “One down, twenty-nine to go.”
Walking past the smoldering pile of ashes, I continued going up, killing both fledglings and full-fledged vampires. I even saw a couple of hybrids as well, but they weren’t a match for mine and Grant’s teamwork. We kept turning people into dust until finally reaching the twentieth floor, or what was left of it. Should’ve just said it was a roof since the floor didn’t have a ceiling anymore. It was also where the vampire lord and his second-in-command stood waiting for us. Behind them were some mysterious-looking bikes: both shaped like Harley-Davidson “Deluxes” from the Softail family. One was black, the other red.
“Greetings Veyna, Grant.” The vampire lord said, his short-blonde hair waving in the cool, night breeze. His second-in-command, a woman with long-red hair, flinched at the sound of our names.
That’s right, I thought, we put the fear of God into our enemies...
“Hello Alistair,” I reply. “Having a good evening?”
“No, not really, but that’s because you’re here. You’re always such a party-crasher aren’t you?”
“Hmm..only if it involves lots of dead bodies drained of blood.” I answer, floating closer towards him. His second, seeing my advance, starts to unsheathe her sword. Before she can though, he places his hand on hers: forcing her to let go of her weapon. I’m ten-feet away from him before he speaks again.
“They deserved to die. They killed twenty members of my coven, I only killed ten of their pack.” Then, waving a hand in the air, “Those werewolves don’t know when to quit. We practically fight every weekend. What’s so different this time around?”
“Well, for one, no one died in your previous conflicts and two: you killed the pack leader’s second-in-command this time. I’m sure you’d feel the same way if your second died.” Raising a hand, I showed them the power I currently weilded, and aimed it towards the woman. “Am I right?”
With a sigh, “Yes, I understand.” Alistair said, looking at his second. “I will atone for my sins then, but only if you can catch us.”
Without any warning, the vampires dash towards the motorcycles. Too slow, I missed them with my fireballs, before they took off into the night. In the distance, I could see them flying through the night sky. Only the headlights of the bikes were visible.
Grant looks at me with his silly wolf face; clearly disappointed. I was disappointed too, not because they got away—they would be easy to track down again—but because they had gotten away on custom-made motorcycles that could fly due to the magic imbued into the metal. Yep, I was really disappointed.
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“Best Friends Forever”
My first memory...I can’t really recall but I do remember when I was in Kindergarten, I met a young girl like myself. She had brown hair and eyes and acted VERY MUCH like a tomboy—she became my best friend. I remember one day, during our play time, my best friend and I would go over to the toy box and grab some large toy dinosaurs (we loved dinosaurs!) and scare the other kids away with them. One brilliant instance was when we wanted to use the doll house—with the doll people inside—so we took our dinosaurs and, in front of the other kids in class, we had the dinosaurs eat the doll people! It was awesome! We had the sound effects and everything! I remember one girl screaming for the teacher and another kid, a boy, crying in the corner. It was great. Guess that’s what happens when you watch too much National Geographic or whatever was on back in the early 90’s.
You could ask my elementary teacher if you want, her name is Mrs. Mitsutitch (not sure if spelled right, sounds like the spelling though) and she lives in Knoxville, Iowa. My best friend and I were always separated whenever we were in a class together :D
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“Hero of Brightwall”
It was a cold, dark day in Albion: thousands of birds had flown away and many animals ran too. I was actually almost to Albion—a trip that took a full two hours from Aurora—-so I could watch such a sight, but to my dismay, I was too slow. Upon Albion, I saw munchkins running along, playing “Tag”, laughing jubilantly. Tailing such a group downtown, I found a tall, looming building: it had a light that spun around and around at night. Glass windows at it’s top, shining a variation of colors for all to watch. It’s job was to stand guard against stormy nights and watch out for nomads sailing across our boundary main.
Glacing at the curiosity, I found it alluring and fascinating. Who built such a thing? I thought, now walking away from it, and towards a road about a block down. Walking down it, I came upon a young girl who was small and had long, black hair—playing with a doll, wearing a hat, that also had torn arms and legs. “Hi.” I said, holding out my hand.
With a soft voice,“Yes, ma’m?”
“Which way to Brightwall?”
“You must go towards the mountains.”
“Mountains?” Looking up and out past Albion’s walls, I saw mounds of land itself, looming, casting it’s shadow on a small town within it’s grasp. “I have to walk through that?”
“Thank you.” I say, grabbing a coin from my pouch. “For your information. Also, what should I call you?”
“May,” May said, taking my coin and putting it inside a hat that sat atop soft, black hair on such an ugly doll; making both hat and hair contrast horribly.
Waving with a doll’s torn arm, May ran away with a grin.
Also with a grin, I turn around and walk away, laughing.