《A Girl and her Goat》Chapter 12 well, it could have been a fight between thieves
Advertisement
As the first rays of the sun shone through the open window, Chloe’s eyes fluttered open and closed. Suddenly her eyes snapped fully open as she realized there was a face above her. After a panicked moment, in which she held perfectly still, she realized the face was Eloise’s. Panic subsiding, she spent a moment taking stock, Eloise was sitting up, back leaning against the wall and braced on one side by an arm on the bed, her other hand was still on Chloe’s head and she was sleeping soundly.
Chloe left her head in Eloise’s lap and just stared up at her for a time. Thinking back on the previous night, she had a vague memory of a softly sung lullaby and the reassuring caressing of her head. Seeing Eloise sleeping while sitting up, and remembering not just the last night, but everything else Eloise had done. A wide smile spread across her face, then she sighed internally.
“Always face the reality of a situation,” the memory of one of her father’s oft-repeated lectures floated through her head. “it doesn’t matter if it's unpleasant or unfair, recognize it for what it is and deal with it.”
“And the reality is,” Chloe thought to herself “I love Eloise. It may not be safe, possibly not even truly sane, to love a necromancer, but I do. And besides, very little that I plan to do could accurately be described as safe. So, accept that you’re in love with her and act accordingly.” The last of the unease left Chloe’s chest as she remembered something Ash had told her, “After all, will all die in the end whatever we do, best to live while you can.”
Smiling, she began to craft a spell. As she gently drew her body back and pulled her head off Eloise’s lap, she left a sphere of hardened air where her head had been. With her head now free, she had more hardened air lift her straight off the bed. A quick gesture sent a coin pouch flying from one of her shelves, straight to her hand. Looking down at herself, she had to suppress a bitter laugh, the fact that she had been to out of it the night before to even change from her robes into her nightgown was now proving highly convenient. Carefully angling her body, she flouted directly out the still open window. As she passed through she wondered, not for the first time, if the windows had intentionally been made wider than normal windows just for the students with an air affinity.
Once through the window, she sat up and released most of the air she had been hardening, leaving only a disc for her to sit on, then she began to craft her next batch of spells. First was a sphere surrounding her, any air encountering the sphere would flow around it, rather than crashing into it. Next, she cast a spell that would keep the air in the sphere breathable. Considering the short amount of time she intended to stay in it, it was probably unnecessary, but she preferred not to take the risk. Finally, she began to fly towards the town, accelerating rapidly. Even with the sphere negating air resistance, it took a lot of power to fly as fast as she was, and going this fast to town and back would leave her low on power for an hour or so. Since the preparations for the evening's celebrations meant there were no classes, however, this was perfectly acceptable if it meant she was able to make it to town and back before Eloise awoke. That thought led to another, and she called out mentally.
Advertisement
“Ash.”
“Yes”
“Where are you right now?”
“In the forest. While it’s missing a certain something, it is still pleasant.”
Ash picked up on the sigh Chloe let out at the words. “Why do you ask, need someone eaten?”
“No, I’m taking a quick trip to town, and I had hoped you were close enough to keep an eye on my room while I was gone.”
“You trust the necromance enough to sleep on her lap, but not enough to leave her alone with your stuff?” Ash asked with a snort of amusement.
“Quite the reverse, she’s asleep and it’s the rest of the academy I don’t trust. Speaking of, from what you’ve said, you’re making sure anything you do won’t cause me an excessive amount of trouble?”
“Yes, having you hunted down and killed would be very inconvenient.”
Chloe gave an amused snort, “I’d certainly agree with you on that, anyway, the point is I want you to priorities Eloise’s safety over concealment. While both would be good, and if there’s time I want you to talk to me before you do anything, if it comes down to a situation where she’s in immediate danger, I want you to act. I’m willing to make a run for Telkirin if I have to.”
There was silence for a moment, then an amused laugh. “Priorities a, well don’t worry, I’ll do what I can to keep both of you alive and unhunted.”
“Thanks Ash, I promise one we return to twin rivers I’ll bring you somewhere you can run as wild as you want.”
Rather than words, this time Ash simply pushed a feeling of contentment and anticipation through the link. Chloe smiled in relief, at least Ash didn’t seem to be bored enough to be a source of concern.
As Chloe looked down at the town, she sighed in resignation, it wasn’t what she had intended to do, but it was something that needed doing. She landed in a well-kept street. The town wasn’t big enough for a temple to each of the gods and goddesses to be practical, so the large building that stood halfway down the street was a church dedicated to the entire pantheon. On the same side of the of the street were two rows of shrines, half to the left of the church and half to right, which were used when praying to a specific god or goddess.
Chloe walked up to the third and fourth shrines. These two were closer together than any of the others, though that was unsurprising as they were to the twins Shirina and Celios. While both of them had multiple areas of influence, Shirina, for instance, was, among other things, the goddess of logical thought and judgment while Celios was the god of passion and war. However, those were all secondary roles of the twins, they were primarily the god of day and the goddess of the night, making the solstices and equinoxes their holy days.
Advertisement
Chloe slipped a gold coin into the wooden boxes both shrines had in front of them, then offered up a brief prayer to each before taking to the air once again.
This time when Chloe descended, it was in a clearly upper-class street. The building she walked into had windows making up almost the entirety of one of the walls, giving a beautiful view down the hill to the winding river. Chloe walked up to the counter and placed an order, then settled in to wait while it was prepared.
Her attention was drawn by the way the man behind the counter kept turning and looking at one point beyond the windows. She turned and looked in the same direction, not seeing anything for a moment. Then she noticed the wall of one of the warehouses down by the river had a large hole in it and, squinting intently, she thought some parts of the wall near the hole had large, red stains on them.
Now understanding the reason for the mans repeated nervous glances, Chloe quickly lost interest. Most likely a new gang was trying to move in and the hole and stains were either the result of them being violently evicted or gaining territory. Either way, the risk that customers might witness a murder and lose their appetite was likely the cause of the man's concern and it was of no interest to her.
Chloe smiled as the small box was handed to her, and placed a few coins on the counter before walking out. Once she was out of the building she rose into the air, recasting the spells she had used to fly to town so quickly. With her lavish expenditure of power, it took very little time for her to return to the academy. Instead of floating through her window, she walked through the main gates and picked up a jug of water on the way back to her room.
She opened her door as quietly as possible then floated into the room, avoiding any of the loud creaking noises her floor was so fond of making. Smiling contentedly at the sight of Eloise’s hand still resting on the sphere of hardened air, she sat down at her desk and began to float objects towards her. First, she pulled in a kettle a fire witch had enchanted so as that a touch of power would cause it to either heat or stop heating its contents, and poured her jug of water into it and gave it the first touch of power. Then she gestured at another shelf and two plates, two mugs, two sets of utensils and a box full of tea leaves floated to the desk.
Chloe smiled as she opened the box she had gone to town for, and felt the heat from it. The spell was a simple one which anyone with even a weak fire affinity could cast a hundred times without getting tired, and it wouldn’t last for more than an hour or two, but while it lasted and the box was closed no heat would escape from it. Inside was a large stack of berry pancakes, surrounded by more fresh berries. While the food the academy served wasn’t bad it also wasn’t anything to get excited over and after what Eloise had done the night before and with Chloe’s acceptance of how she felt about her, Chloe felt Eloise deserved far better than a simply breakfast of porridge in bed. Chloe carefully scooped some tea leaves into a pair of infusers and dropped them into the mugs.
At the hissing of the steam the kettle produced, Eloise began to stir and blink her eyes. Chloe touched the kettle with another little bit of power, then poured the water into the mugs and turned to look at Eloise. The look of surprised delight that spread over Eloise’s face as she saw the breakfast Chloe had prepared filled her with pure joy.
Advertisement
- In Serial27 Chapters
Universal Strength: Power is Everything **Indefinite Hiatus**
Power is a thing that many people greatly yearn. Those with power yearn more power and those without power yearn for it. There isn't anyone born with power that they can call their own. Power is either earned or given and in reality it doesn't matter which is better, power is power and power is everything. This is another story that has been going around in my head and I just had to let it out. I think I did a decent synopsis on this one lol. I will not be dropping my other two stories and I will be releasing one chapter of this a week as well. Chapter release is honestly whenever I can. (Warning! Story is partially wish fulfillment.) The cover art used is from Google Images and will be changed when I create one or have one created for me.
8 93 - In Serial100 Chapters
Pandemonium
Anima, the primary source of energy in the world of Janus. It resides in the soul of all living things and in nature itself. It can be used to do all kind of magical things from powering vehicles to walking on water. Of course, it can be used for violence as well. One person took the phrase "used for violence" and took it to an next level. That person eventually became known as the first true God. This God plunged the world into a millennium of darkness, until another true god appeared and brought back light to the world. These two became known as the Night God and Sacred God respectively. This story takes place thousands of years after their battle.... This is the tale of Amelia Rosa, who came across a living legend, who was thought to have disappeared from the world over a century ago. Having been caught in a conspiracy by the country she served all her life, she was forced to slaughter countless enemies until the point of exhaustion. She was later saved by this legend known as the Devil King Rory, who showed that his title as a legend was rightfully earned. With no attachment to her country left, she embarked on a journey with him to find her place in the world. There was one problem....Rory was completely shameless contrary to his legends! He was naked and drunk in the streets when they first met, and was still naked when he saved her. He had no shame or morals whatsoever and was a failure of a person. Even so, Amelia had no choice but to follow him. Follow the two as the travel the broad world, and watch as Rory's past slowly revealing itself; along with the hidden truth of the world.
8 183 - In Serial15 Chapters
The Tentacle of Fate
The tale of the Human Empire, the Demon Empire, and the Alliance of Beastmen is a tale as old as time itself. It was a tale of war, of love, of hatred -especial of the racial variety- and it was a tale that the races scattered across the globe thought would never end until a single species would reign supreme. Yet at times it seems that truth is stranger than fiction, they never expected the world would be united in the most unexpected of ways...
8 56 - In Serial11 Chapters
The Pugilist
Vincent Roy Salazar has never been your common folk. He climbed any mountain he found in front of him. From a bright young student to an accomplished professor, his life can be described as a continuous race to the top of his chosen fields. Patriarch of a loving family, proud father of three already grown siblings, Roy realizes that his life is the perfect picture of what the average man strives for, and for that he is truly grateful. But happiness is a difficult-to-reach goal, and as he lies in a pool of his own blood, his fist cracked, a young lady crying while cradling his head, he remembers what really gave sense to his youth. Pure Unadulterated Violence The Pugilist wants to be a different take on isekai shenanigans. What would happen if instead of a moronic idiot, a depressed high schooler, or a wannabe hero the one to get his do-over is a fully grown man that has already seen what life has to offer in full? Someone who conformed himself to society, but has always craved something different? In a journey of self-discovery, academy building, god-slaying, and absolutely no harem we follow someone driven by logic, experience, and a smokey goal: to fuck shit up, have fun while doing so, and maybe resume his career as a professor for those strange, magic-wielding, unstable youths that seems to never get enough of his presence. Guys, a few notes, first of all, this is my first time writing long-form fiction. I have a background in psychology, and my main income comes from writing dreary financial articles on SEO blogs. But after a bad break-up, and finding myself falling asleep only while thinking of deus ex machina for stories on this site (and for APGTE) I decided to try my hand at this web series thingy. I'm confident in my grammar, but that's it. Everything else will be a first time, and as such any constructive criticism is encouraged and gratefully accepted. Now, on the story. Romance will be introduced once my little heart is mended, if you are scared of LGBT you may be turned off by the fact that I plan to have no taboo of any kind in my universe, but I won't ever write detailed sex scenes for any characters so don't worry too much. The litRPG part is very light and will take place later in the novel, but it's a key component nonetheless, for world-building and storyline reasons. I already have everything big planned out, so I won't drop it outta nowhere, and I hope you won't find too many flaws in how things pan out. I plan to make The Pugilist an interactive story, with secondary characters created by my audience and introduced after tweaks and careful planning. The main reason I'm writing this is that I want to build a community for myself in this time of isolation. I discovered that exercising, playing the piano or video games means jack-shit when you are utterly miserable, so I hope to give some value to my readers in exchange for praise, fame, money, and companionship. I give full props to anyone who has read this whole mess of a synopsis: I hope to not disappoint too much, now let's write some more steaming garbage that will be in dire need of editing later on.
8 102 - In Serial24 Chapters
A Random story of an Adventurer
A young man makes his way to the city of Trisdia's Adventurer's Guild Hall, hoping to become an adventurer himself, so that he can play a part in helping people who are unable to protect themselves.
8 169 - In Serial72 Chapters
How To: Survive Teenagehood
There is a stage between childhood and adulthood that makes us all want to bang our heads into a concrete wall as if that will somehow make us forget the things we did in that cringe-worthy stage of adolescence. That golden era of bad haircuts, first and last dates, and that undeniable feeling of wanting to fit in. Teenagehood. Surviving it is a feat in itself, and the memories you make may haunt you forever. So this is my guide to the good, the bad, and the ugly of surviving teenagehood. Yes this will include anecdotes.[Highest Rank: #1 in Non-Fiction 16.10.17]
8 443

