《Astral: Into the New World》My Captor
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I rush back to the lodge, hoping to see my supposed guardian in this new world, my acting parent, an old monk by the name of Sailo. He is a giant Kari, a scaled person who has a beak of a phoenix, full black eyes like those vengeful spirits in an Asian horror film, and gills on his back only heard from the bygone tale of nymphs of the unforeseen seas. He was no stranger in this town, a known hermit who lives in the empty ruins of a once-known citadel sitting on top of the glorious mountain viewed from this very ground.
I keep running and passing each familiar alley with my heart throbbing so fast and deafening. I felt troubled...careless… and if I hadn’t been selfish and listened, I wouldn't be in this frantic mess.
I glance at the teleporting booth beside the colossal landmark of the town, a shopping center built beyond the imagination of engineering and design from my Earthly experience and eyes. The building is made of four transparent giant loops connected to one another. Each loop is a different shop, but the first loop on the ground is bigger and acts as an open gallery where the model products of the shops on the upper floors are displayed. Customers are lining up at that place, browsing which product they'll buy without ascending to each respective floor.
I thought of using the teleporting booth beside the shopping center to reach the lodge as soon as possible, but I was not a registered creature in this town to use the simple amenities of this unmagical fantasy-looking land. Even access to any of this world's communication devices could not be acquired by an outsider like me. I have nothing else to rely on to look for the old monk, but only hope that he's looking for me too and that he went back to the lodge where we stayed last night. As I hurried on the way, guided by the waving high variegated bushes on the hill entrance of the lodging not too far from this downtown, a tall female Relas walked in my direction. I was struck by its beauty, reminding me of the folklore of a nine-tailed fox. Mystical indeed... she passes by, my gaze follows unlike the other men with their perverted eyes.
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"You new here.", a toneless voice intrudes. I could feel his presence behind, too close to my petite body, and his stature is obviously towering over me. I did not answer and bent my head as I walked away in my hooded cloak, and the dowdy goggles & weird mask. The stranger followed, with his shadow already ahead of me. I stopped to let him pass but he bumped into me. I felt a hard shaft touch my back from the intentional impact. Suddenly, a sharp blade slowly shifted in size, lengthening inside. The pain slowly crawls below my aching back from the thrusting blade. I hold my dagger hidden in my robe when he suddenly grabs my waist, so tight. Then on my arms, as if he knew I was to draw my defense. He squeezed my frame, pressuring the pulsating pain under my skin. I slipped my dagger into my other hand, and without a second thought, I bore it into his flesh. He stepped back, withdrawing the blade near my spine and my dagger- don’t know where it pierce. I staggered to my feet, and almost stumbled as the pain doubled with heat.
Surely, my thick dark cloak conceals my bloodstain, but my attack on this stranger is not discreet, however, people are still mindless at that moment. The stranger swirls me to his side, 'I stabbed him in the chest’, the first thought that came to mind when I glimpse his white blood from the wound I gave.
White blood? Could he be… No way
Immediate fear clouded my thoughts, but neither could I escape when my body already weakened from the laceration on my back. And any movement feels like I'm about to break in half. Blood dripping on the ground- hoping it wouldn't trail. Dizziness taking over... "ughh", an immediate grunt escapes my mouth when his free hand travels inside my cloak, he clutches into my stomach, I could feel his nails…no... his claws. I squirm from pain, while he fakes and assists me like a crippled lady. Putting my arm on his shoulder, while his other hand encircled my side. I am literally hanging by his broad shoulder, while feeling the wound spreading inch by inch, stretching as he drags me on my tiptoe towards an enclosed cubicle of the local teleporting booth. And yet still, this bloody encounter is obscured from hundreds of passersby… or simply because I was attacked secretly and I scream in silence, avoiding more attention to risk my identity.
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I am feeling lightheaded and my breathing is shallow, on the verge of keeping sane from this torturous pain. Blood trickling from the laceration on my back, and a hole in my stomach. But if I die, at least I should know my captor's face.
I looked up to glance but to my dismay, he was wearing a mask.
'Even assassins in this world wear masks, huh?.'
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Hanging on Bones
huh?... So no reincarnation for me?...****Warning! Mature Content!****I extend my arm out as far as it goes and stab myself with all my might. The blade securely lodges between my ribs. One problem solved. Finally having my hand free I immediately bend down and scoop up flickering glass candle holder. In one swift motion I straighten out, turn and throw it at the closest of my pursuers. To my surprise it's a perfect square hit and the leading veteran crashes into the headstone he was just about to jump over. It was waaay too close for my comfort. If not for this success, shortly after I would be the one lying on the ground…----------------------My first attempt at writing a book - the way i like them.
8 156Secrets of the Universe
What is strength before me? What is talent before me? What were you before? I am Chaos. The Destroyer of worlds. The God of Combat. The Purple Demon. The Akashic Eye. Do you want to be like me? It wasn’t an easy feat. How to be a badass? I can’t teach you that. I was born that way. Okay, I will compromise and teach you this time, but beware, the way of a badass is filled with obstacles. What are you waiting for? Read my book. Byeee.......*sighs* I am too lonely. Is this what it means to be unparalleled? I guess I will take a nap now. When will that youngster finish reading my book? Don’t keep me waiting too long, young lad.
8 178Project Glaive
For years, Anand has been studying to be a pilot for the Gaia Defense Force. But that's pretty standard for a student at one of their branch schools. Combat, strategy, teamwork: all part of the curriculum necessary to fight directly against the Riftwalkers. But Anand's parents want him to join the medical team; it's the closest he can come to being a doctor. They don't approve of his wishes to fight. However, when things go awry during an attack, it's up to Anand to use his skills to return him and his friends to safety. His bravery garners the attention of the GDF and Anand is recruited into Project Glaive.
8 101Gang Wars
AU in a high school where a certain gang rules the school and everyone's complied, but the new boy didn't know any better. What is a threatened leader to do.
8 188Heart of the Dungeon
A lazy, wingless, blabbermouth of an imp, smearing goat’s blood all over the crystal – that is the unpleasant view this new Heart wakes up to. “I’m your Prime!” the imp says. The Heart reluctantly agrees. In an unknown world, filled with dangers, it needs every help it can get – even if said help is not…optimal. The Heart tries its best to succeed, even after being tricked by shrewd traders and having less than useful minions. Rival races settle in the Dungeon, causing even more headaches.The heroes, as they call themselves, sets their aim on the ‘new and defenseless’ Dungeon. The heroes are always lurking in the shadows – well actually, they are standing in the open, under the sun, hiding nothing – but either way, their evil intentions, no matter how they claim to justify them, only cause needless death. “Am I really that precious? Must you hunt me so fiercely? Why are you doing this to me?” The Heart does not understand their motives. Perhaps its lack of understanding has something to do with the fact the Heart has no physical limits nor material needs. Why take it from someone, when you can simply will it forth? Just pay for it with mana rent! To make things worse, the real dangers are not from above, nor from below, but from within…
8 113Stokeley?
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