《Death Theory》part three.5
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SUBJECT // thuli // stoxan healer //
THEORY POTENTIAL // smothered //
The little dragon reminds me of my brother. It looks at me the same way. Head turned to the side, mouth flat, eye shining. To find one alone is uncommon.
"Hello," I say, and it hisses. "Is it me you're hunting?"
The little dragon cannot make the sounds that I make, and I cannot make the vibrations that it makes. Even so. The little dragon flicks its snout towards the man I am kneeling beside.
"Ah?" I say. "But what about what he wants?"
The little dragon bares its teeth and walks forward. So heavy, its footsteps. I am no longer reminded of my brother.
"What do you want?" I murmur, to the dying man before me. His heart has been torn in two, a clumsy piercing by fine steel. His guts were spilled clean from his belly. His back has been feasted upon by carrion beetles, their sharp little teeth gouging curves from his flesh. Now the steel is part of him, melted against his chest and his back, filling the spaces left by the beetles' feeding. Now his guts are gone, empty weight in their place. Now his blood runs thick, forced through his veins by a heart made of black stone and blue light.
Now he stands, to face his predator. No words, though speech has not been taken from him. No weapon, unless purpose can be counted as such.
Perhaps the little dragon recognises the will to live. Perhaps it sees the light oozing from scars. Perhaps it heeds a vibration I am incapable of sensing.
Whatever the reason, it stops.
I think it would run.
But the man does not give it the choice.
I have little appetite for destruction. I leave the man to his mauling and trace a sigil in the earth. Protection and guidance struck through by hardship, entwined by determination, encircled by, let's see ... perhaps we'll leave it free. That seems appropriate.
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"Stop now," I say. The man hears me.
"Why?" he asks.
I brush away the sigil and raise my head. I can't see the colour of his eyes. Only the brightness. He doesn't have long, this one.
Still. Longer than the little dragon.
"Why?" he repeats.
The little dragon wants to live, as dearly as the man does.
But it is not a man. It is a beast.
"Why?" once more, but already he understands. I step closer, reach out to take his hand in both of mine. Lean in and run my tongue over the blood there. It is his, and it is the little dragon's.
"You want to live," I say, and I release his hand. "What else?"
He kneels so that our faces are level, close enough that I can see the colour of his eyes; as grey as a storm.
"Revenge and such," he says. "The likes of vengeance."
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The Laptop Hero (Portal/Isekai LitRPG)
[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] - April 2022 Silas got summoned to another world—by a group of kids attending magic school who seemed rather unhappy with the results of their ritual. After a brief glimpse of his summoners Silas woke in the town dump. Unable to speak the local language, a misunderstanding escalated and before long Silas wound up in a jail cell, the locals having confiscated all his worldly possessions aside from his laptop, which had formed some strange bond with him. Now he can summon his laptop at will, and he can view his Status, level up, and gain powerful skills and magic as if he were some character in a video game, which is great and everything, but all Silas really wants to do is sit in a dark room and play games on his laptop. Only, life isn't a game, and Silas needs to get his act together because everyone else is playing for keeps. Or does he? Maybe for Silas life is just one big game now, with everyone else stuck playing by his rules. Assorted Disclaimers, in no particular order: I am only posting this on RoyalRoad.com, so if you find my story elsewhere it was not posted by me. Please do let me know! While I do consider this a progression fantasy, and have tagged it as such, Silas's Status improvements will not necessarily proceed in a linear fashion. His RPG stats will have ups and downs, exploits and nerfs, periods of growth and stagnation. Such is the life of a gamer, to be held under the thumb of the all powerful devs, or in this case a certain goddess devoted to the idea of Balance. SIlas himself should learn and grow, improving and progressing in areas where he struggles, or rather, to show such is my goal. The story is told from multiple points of view. While other PoVs will come and go, Silas shall remain the only lead character. The world Silas finds himself on is not a nice place. Expect him to encounter gore and traumatizing content and bad people who do bad things for selfish (or possibly noble) reasons from time to time. Some characters will use profanity, however due to cultural differences the curse words used will differ from those used in our corner of reality, so I'm not including the profanity content warning. Silas himself isn't one for foul language. No explicit sexual content here. This novel is intended for mature readers, however, and will include mature topics, including, but not limited to, sex, violence, death, and taxes. No harem. Might be an eventual romantic interest, possibly even some competitive jealousy, yet as his story begins Silas is too overwhelmed with other concerns to consider long term plans. Musophobics might want to steer clear of this story. Same goes for turophobics. You have been warned. Keep in mind, however, if my other disclaimers didn't make this clear, I only have the faintest of outlines at the moment. This story will take me where it will. My goal with this story is to write it to the end, something of a long-term writing exercise, with the hope others might take an interest in my work and encourage me to keep at it. I've started a number of works before, even finished a few, but this is the first time I've shared any work in a public forum. My temporary cover was made by me, in GIMP using public domain images. If you can do better I'll happily accept your submission and give credit for your work here!
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