《A Dryflame Child's Life (Rewriting)》Chapter-4 Environment-3 (Fixed)
Advertisement
After putting down the Grim, Truman turned around to look at his new attendant and employee. Star, a girl with long blonde hair, nose a tad bit small and the light-blue dress of his store. They suited perfectly for her size. His experience, and the recounting of the merchant, told it that she was from the southern lands. Many southern had long, blonde or brown hair. Even the men of south was like a lady. Their long hairs would put the girls of Pale Coast in shame.
‘’Would you take care of Grim while I talk with Cartman?’’ He requested, patting Grim’s head as Star nodded with brightened eyes. I knew she loved kids...she can’t be a pervert, right? He felt it was normal to think such stupid things when you are apart from the world. At least it would be nice if they got along.
‘’Come with me Cartman,’’ He said and took the stairs to the 2nd floor of his store, entering into his private room. It was foreshortened and simple to a great amount of contrast, to his grand estate. A few golden statues of heroes and famous artists were placed on the shelves. An irony it was, how the creator of these couldn’t manage to create her own self. His bed was small, smaller than the Grand merchant Kato’s, whom he met at a occasion in Realm Gate. It was enough to fit three people of his size although.
He pulled a seat for Cartman, preferring to sit on his little dream residence. The seat, made with fine wood, showed a Craftsmanship that was both delicate and precise. A fine detail it was that, the head of the legendary creature, Dragon, committed on top of it.
Cartman closed the door behind him and sat down. ‘’Yes sir?’’
‘’I’ll get to the point.’’ He took a deep breath, ‘’But before that make sure to silence the surroundings.’’ Cartman furrowed his brows. He seemingly understood the importance and fatality of the situation. That was how he, Truman, wished him to be. Alert and cautious, straight to the point, and efficient. That was how he grew Cartman up to be.
Cartman put his hands on his left chest, right next to his heart. A chant emerged from his mouth, like a whisper from the ghost. A soft light of low impact embraced the walls of the room. The warm feeling of the mana and soul of a caster, once more, taught him how relaxing it was to be. It was as deadly as it was relaxing, nevertheless. Just a basic, sneaking illusion spell was enough to devastate a poor soul. Condemning the mind, it was one of the cruelest things in the world. The silence and desolate darkness was worse than anything a Deusborn could imagine.
Advertisement
‘’You’ve improved....’’ Truman said, maybe complimented. He didn't care how Cartman put it to be. Then started.‘’I’ve found a piece of Soul Stone.’’ Cartman’s eyes flashed, he continued, ‘’It is the size of a thumb. It's effects might be lowered but it is more than enough. Maybe five, maybe ten years. I can afford to find another piece in the meantime.’’
''Isn't this...amazing?''
''Yeah, it is a miracle I found one so soon.'' Truman sighed with a straightened his back. His feather filled head stood more like a wizened hawk than a old rooster, to Cartman who was in thoughts. ''But you will deliver it.''
''Me?''
''Yes.'' His voice severing the nails, Truman spoke.
''And I will be alone, I guess?''
''Not possible. Grim and Conall will be your companions.''
''What? Sir forgive me if I’m rude but this is and will not be acceptable in any kind of situation.'' It was his time to talk with force,’’ You swore an oath, sir. An oath in the name of my lady! You can’t endanger a innocent child in any case even with the lacking presence of my lady’s omnipotent power! Especially in a matter which involves factions of devil gods and traitorous bastards!’’ His anger was unreserved. Opulent with sharp light and seriousness his eyes moved, then pierced into Truman’s. Fights and wars between heroes and devils were never safe. Even for him. Even for...Auber.
''Raiden of Cowfry, you might be acquainted with him. His help will be great help to us. Cartman, I know what you feel my child.'' For a moment, Truman looked crestfallen. He was not a man of figure, or an exemplary person. But he knew as well, he shouldn’t be afraid nor weak. He was just nervous, probably, from the incoming event. That was how, he thought, Cartman was consoling himself.
''Me, him, and about a hundred and twenty warriors and mages. Prepreations were ongoing for months''
''Don’t tell me...Aeneas?'' Cartman inquired, with unwillingness.
''I never was a man to risk my beloved, Child.'' Truman's gaze seemingly shook Cartman. ''But I will admit. He was also a decoy.''
''What are you expecting to do then? Do you have enough distractions and manpower? A hundred and twenty men won’t even be enough to stop a branch of faction.'' His gaze softened without him realizing. ‘’I don’t even talk about information flow, secret agents and consent of governor. Even if you can bribe everyone, you can’t purchase loyalty.’’ It was a sight that awoke many memories for Truman. He couldn't, even if he wanted, see that gaze these days. He stood up and took out a box from under his bed.
Advertisement
''We made everything we can do. All other is up to you and your comrades. Take this.'' He told while giving the box to Cartman. ''Cover it with the mystifying cloak and be sure not to leave any trace of it.''
''SIR-.''
''Tell me, what are you gonna risk...if it comes down to business?'' A pressure from the depths of a soul enveloped Cartman’s heart. It was an ability of once glorious ageds’. Sole purpose of the aura was to suppress and force to obey. Truman could see Cartman shivering and trembling and sweating under the ferocious attack of the pressure.
''My life.'' Cartman said through his gritted teeth. Truman looked at him, then shook his head. ''Alright, let's go down. My niece is probably waiting for me with teary eyes by now.'' I'm getting old huh? I can’t even assert my influence…
‘’There will be many other groups setting out with you at the same time.’’ Truman explained while descending the stairs. ‘’None of them will be aware of what they carry. Everyone is a decoy, even you. Don’t forget this, ever.’’ They came down, only to find both Grim and Conall sleeping right beside Star’s table.
‘’Conall.’’
Her sharp ears perked up. She stood up and got in front of Truman. A whiteling wolf had it's own pride, it deserved respect. And Truman was one of the bizarre ones of this family. He gave respect.
‘’Today might be arduous for you...for us. You can get tired or hurt. So do not blame Grim or Cartman if ever something happens. Do you understand me?’’
Conall gazed at the Truman, then turned to look at Cartman. Her senses picked up something wrong, something seriously wrong. Her instincts, like a chirping of a bird, told her to refuse. But her howl was greater than it. She blinked once, growled twice, then nodded. All it took was ten seconds to accept his proposal. Then came the Grim who awoke from his 15 minutes of sleep.
‘’Grim, I have something to show you here.’’ Truman said as Star, prepared beforehand from the looks of it, bringed something. It was covered series upon series of bandages and intertwined ropes. A small, symmetrical bulge at the lower part of it looked like a hilt. And it was definitely smaller than Grim himself, only by a little amount, however.
‘’This is...a gift. You know, Uncle is rich and extravagant and all that things. But I never bought you a present. It feels strange now, isn’t it?’’ He looked deeply at Grim. ‘’It is yours now, a weapon of your own. A tool to protect yourself and others. But beware my niece.’’
‘’Beware of those who seek harm and pain upon you.’’
Grim looked around. He felt like something was off but that was how a child’s mind worked. He didn't care much and soon, his only interest was on the thing in front of him. He wanted to tear apart the bandages to see what was inside, but Cartman stopped him.
‘’What about opening it at home, Grim? This way you can show off to your cousins!’’
‘’Great idea Cartman! I knew you were a good friend.’’ He happily hummed and hugged his new present. ‘’Thank you uncle! I’ll also buy you a present when I get older, so be ready alright?’’
‘’Yes yes! I will be ready for that day but time seems to be late. You should get going by now.’’
‘’Hmmhm.’’ Grim nodded at Truman’s words and looked at Conall. ‘’Shall we go now?’’
Advertisement
- In Serial25 Chapters
The Flesh is (Not) Weak
Machines that have slept for millennia awaken, blaring alarms of impending doom.A human finds himself lost in a world with monsters and no memory of how he got there.An alien travels through space in search of technology to scavenge, finding more than she expected. Follow Damon, the only human on a planet where its inhabitants are either monsters or people who've integrated technology into their very bodies.Stranded in this strange world, the only escape is to unearth ancient secrets of a civilization long gone. -- Release Schedule: Tuesday and Saturday 22:00 CET.
8 195 - In Serial19 Chapters
Until You Do It Right
The world ended on December thirty-first of the year two thousand and twenty, precisely at the stroke of midnight. The human race began to be systematically exterminated by the spawn of the System. We were given a chance to defeat them, to take back our place at the top of the food chain. We failed. The first to perish were those who bravely rebelled. The soldiers. The defenders. One by one, they fell. In their final moments, they begged for aid. Nobody replied. The next to succumb were those who feebly cowered. The deniers. The leeches. Together, they fell. In their final moments, they cried out into the darkness. Countless voices replied in kind. The last to decline were those who shamelessly ran. The deserters. The cowardly. Alone, they fell. In their final moments, they whimpered quietly. There was nobody left to answer. The final human to die was a survivor. A runner. As he died, he begged for salvation. His prayers were answered. He was offered a chance to save himself, along with all of humanity, and he took it. This is his story. “I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.”― Neil Gaiman, Signal to Noise. I am absolutely new to writing and will take any and all constructive criticism. Please give feedback, it is greatly appreciated. I will update the tags as they change, and I hope that you enjoy this little story I'm writing! Quick warning: Seamus is intentionally a flawed character, and this story is going to explore those flaws and perhaps even change a few of them. I do not agree with all of his actions, but it is what it is.
8 250 - In Serial23 Chapters
One in the Chamber [Discontinued]
Isaac is a child of a United States General in a time of Massive resource wars, but it all goes wrong when the mainland is attacked from foreign powers and domestic powers. In the end, nuclear bombs wipe away the land, and Isaac is thrown into a different world through a magical rift. Now he must survive using his weapons, and magical store, in a world rife with war and monsters.
8 264 - In Serial8 Chapters
Folly of Heroes
Vella may have a Bloodline Quirk, but it doesn't mean that it would be all sunshine and rainbows in a magical new world. A new life means new possibilities, new relationships, but it also means starting over anew. No reputation, no status, no way to know if life would end up the same way, or worse. Some problems just can't be escaped, even with death. In a world constantly pushing against nature to expand human civilisation, Vella throws herself into the recently rediscovered magic of old. Being physically young, she finds herself constantly needing to prove her worth whether if it's to the Martial Arts Academy, the Guild, or her very own parents.
8 139 - In Serial15 Chapters
常鳴屋 [Chinese]
常鳴屋是我的精神世界里的家,在這里我會儲存我的各種不同類型的短篇作品,不定時更新。我只是一個坐在常鳴橋下講故事的人。
8 133 - In Serial28 Chapters
[Archive] Legend of the Nameless Hero
A WhiteSamurai original Web Novel There are always the mysterious tales of heroes, those who fight against the Demons, who fight for justice and those who head mighty quests against tyranny. Heroes that are born to destiny, Heroes that are forged through tragedy, and Heroes that are brought to the world in times of great peril and strife. Not all true Heroes are wanted or beloved, but all life understands, that throughout all time and space, for those who truly stand as Heroes, they never need to be called one. The sands of time are the only true judge for those who journey upon the true path, the only one they will ever need. This is the tale, no, the Legend, the Legend of the one who throughout all time, would forever be, the First Hero. This is Their story, a story of true hardship, of a sorrow greater than any other that would stand as a symbol of inspiration no matter the test of time. A tale of darkness, a true curse, an impending evil hidden beyond the horizons that threatened the very future of existence. This is the tale, of one of the few great figures, who, in the face of true evil, continued to stand. . . . _______________________________________________________________ :Disclaimer: _______________________________________________________________ . . . All Chapters are subject to sudden revision, scrapping, or complete removal from the canonical storyline. The author of "Legend of the Nameless Hero" uses RoyalRoad as a method of experimentation with genre's and writing styles for Fantasy-style works for the sake of eventual publication. The end result isn't to release perfect chapters on RoyalRoadl, but eventually develop the story as intended using the best material to produce the highest quality work. The best mentality when reading works from WhiteSamurai is to see it as the ability to read and review pre-release transcripts or "Rough Copies" before publication. Viewer discretion and maturity are both requested and required. . . . _______________________________________________________________ :About: _______________________________________________________________ . . . This story follows direct character point of views along with an intentional third person narrative to explain to the readers what the characters won't. (I don't use my characters to go give extensive explanations for every last thing like EVERYTHING DOES) This tale shall encompass the life of the Hero from the moment she is summoned into the Kingdom of Kremor, to the Legendary Final Clash. This isn't your run of the mill hack and slash raise an army and conquer, I don't follow that bandwagon. Real life holds politics, intrigue, economics, structure, populations, civil opinions, history, psychology, heart, suffering, wonder, advancement, curiosity, ambition, and so many more things that would lead to me hitting some character limit. I refuse to take the same route that others use by simply ignoring these factors, my worlds, my stories, are as real as they get. There's no plot armor here, if someone screws up, they've screwed up and there's no magical sword in a well for them. I write in 'Seasons' not 'Books' as many often do, these are generally, not always, hundreds of chapters long, though as I have yet to finish a season, the average length is in the air. I go by an ideal of what I call 'Universal Lore' which includes the policy that things that exist within the story don't follow the rule where the Protagonist needs to be there so that it will happen. There will be some things that will happen, and the hero, and sometimes the reader, won't know happened until they enter a place, or news gets to them. A person needs to be in the right place at the right time, I hate plot holes and meta characters above all else... For my works, comments are practically demanded as reactions, thoughts, and various viewpoints are like sweet fuel to my writing spirit. Reviews are highly accepted and appreciated, BUT ONLY IF THEY ARE EDUCATED AND THOROUGHLY EXPLAINED. Those that throw down a low rating ARE HIGHLY REQUESTED to extensively detail and explain their viewpoints on the work. They should also be willing to come back to the work at a later date if messaged by the Author, Me, due to issues they mentioned being taken care of. I'm never against scrapping a chapter or rewriting several paragraphs if there are character or story discrepancies. I want the highest quality work possible, and every comment, every review, are tools for me to use to further that goal. . . . Enjoy the work. ~White Status: (Ongoing)
8 67