Post by sabriel on Aug 6, 2011 14:29:22 GMT -1
[This is a story I made about some characters on WoW I knew. It's not finished and it's around three years old. But enjoy!]
I remember that night so clearly as if I was watching it unfold from my memory taking wing into a play. The colours so vibrant and bold, even the smells still linger in my nostrils. The cold air rushing through the world as though time would stop in the matter of seconds.
The moon was resting high in the velvet sky illuminating the silent valley in a white light, casting vast shadows across the golden cornfields. The delicate pink cherry blossoms danced in the chilled wind. Twisting, turning, falling elegantly in the folds of every gust; until they had scattered endlessly pausing to kiss the earth. The sweet smell of honey suckle hung in the tense atmosphere sending the innocent into a dreamless sleep. The air was filled with the strong feeling of magic like in a fairy tale, the feeling that awakens every fibre of your marrow. In the midst of the cornfields between two large hills a crystal stream ran like silk down into a small village and out disappearing into the far off distance. The Village built around the stream was normally filled with busy people working hard to make a living, gathering tourists from all across the country. But not this night, this night every man, woman and child slept soundly as if a spell had been cast to stop time. Above the stream an old handmade brick bridge stood connecting the village to a small islet that was weaved in full bloomed Iris’s. The river ran around the Islet giving the flowers a healthy glow as if magic had been used to make them as beautiful as ever, only these where all made by nature.
The white moon turned its head to the field shining remnants of silver light upon the flowers lighting up the whole field. In the centre of the purple glittering canvas stood a beautiful white stone statue. The coarse stone took the form of a willowy and beautiful woman. Her head inclined towards a small alter in front of her, her hands clasped together in prayer. Her unprotected body wrapped in a sheet of stone covering her like a Greek goddess, her hair laid over her shoulders with the fringe slightly aloft to one side. The statue just looked as if she was meant to be there like a tree swaying in the wind, her roots where planted into the very soil of the Island, if not earth itself. Fresh mountain dew dripped down her content and maternally affectionate face. As a single droplet trickled down the lifeless cheek, in a heartbeat the effigy and alter became enveloped in a spiralling cylinder of water. The water moved like a constant wave, rising and falling but without a single decibel of noise. In the sky two superlative stars shone like new embers sparking life into the pitch black yonder. Both stars raced across at lightning speed towards one another, each step was a dance in itself. As both collided the whole world was swallowed in a harmonious light blinding all senses. In the distance as if from beyond the light a voice which was so melodic it could have only belonged to an Angel began to sing a lullaby. The language sounded a lot like Latin, each syllable melting into the next with the sound as clear and pure as the very light that captivated the world. After what seemed like an age the song gradually fell into a silence, the light soon fading with it bringing the scenery back into focus. The statue was gone, faded with the light it left not a trace of its existence leaving the alter which now stood alone. Lying on the alter something moved, and as if in reaction the moon set it’s shining gaze upon the stone revealing a small baby with golden locks wrapped in the whitest silk. Upon it’s back where white wings small and fragile like a dove. The water that had surrounded the alter and statue evaporated in white clouds clinging onto the babies wings. As they floated up into the sky the wings disappeared with them returning to the sky looking like nothing more than a vapour of white. Once the clouds had floated into the sky settling into the cool pulse of the wind the atmosphere which held the village was lifted, breathing life back into the frozen world.
This miracle would never be spoken about, but it was the start of a magical tale that every generation to come would be told for many years. The story of one girl, named Damita.
Damita- Chapter one.
I woke up that morning groggily from the folds of my warm bed. Dragging my conscience back from the same dream, it’s always the same dream. I’m a woman holding a baby wrapped in white, running from a burning city. The flames roaring and crackling wildly devouring what once was a proud and magnificent city. My heart thudded so hard against my chest I felt close to collapsing, reaching the tether of my fatigue. I heard the sound of people yelling, families fleeing, and the horrible sound of a monster that I can’t see deafening my every thought. I ran blindly forwards until I stumbled out onto a field that shone brightly with silver light, in the middle of this was an alter which I ran to. I placed the child onto the alter, a huge pain seared through my body as everything went black; I hear the baby crying followed by an ear splitting scream. I’ve been dreaming this ever since I turned seventeen, I don’t remember any dreams other than this, as if I never dreamt before.
As I peeled open my eyes, breathing heavily, my heart still racing from the nightmare I focused my gaze up at the blank white ceiling where a purple dream catcher swayed mockingly. Dream catchers are supposed to catch bad dreams, not take the good ones away. My baggy white shirt was stuck to my back with sweat making me shiver as I cooled down. I looked around my room, my head was spinning and everything was blurred forcing me to lean my head onto my clammy hands. That scream still echoed through every bone in my body and bounced through my mind. I hauled myself out of bed with difficulty I never have good balance when I just wake up. Stumbling blindly I made my way to my window, feeling the cool gust of wind hit my face waking me up with the force of the sun. I could smell the busy village below my window already hard at work. Fresh bread was being made; newly cut flowers sold filling the air with the smell of honey suckle, and the sounds of the busy chattering of the villagers rang in my ears. As I started to adjust to reality and my head began to clear, my peace was disrupted by a scream, not the one from my dream. But the scream of my Grandmother Ethyl. “Ðamita! I swear by every ounce of magic in this house if you don’t sort this dog of yours out I’m going to skin it and hang it up as a rug!” Oh for Merlin’s sake, can’t a girl get five minutes to herself to get up without being nagged at... I tried to ignore the shrill yells but when Ethyl brought out her broom and starting thumping the hilt against my floor boards I knew Mojo would not have long until Ethyl lost it. “Alright Ethyl don’t get your knickers in a twist I’m coming!” No time for a cold shower then- “What did you say to me?!” Cringing I peered around my room. “Err-... I said Alright Ethyl don’t over work yourself?” There was no reply so I presumed I was off the hook.
Sighing I ran my fingers through my hair trudging across my room evading the various scattered objects that lay on my floor. For a girl I’m not very lady like, and I don’t really keep a tidy room. Dirty clothes, drawing pencils and scrunched up pieces of paper, wrappers from penny sweets that I ‘forgot’ to put in the bin, It’s been quiet the age since I last saw my floor boards. Pulling on what smelt like clean jeans and a fresh over sized white shirt I ran out of my room rolling up the sleeves as I skidded past my sister Zaiyu’s room. As I dashed along towards the stairs I heard the creak of Zaiyu’s door open followed by her alert and soft voice calling out my name. “Ðamita! You forgot your white...silk...thing.” I spun around almost falling flat on my face. Managing to keep my balance I looked up to see my White silk scarf fall into my hands, I tied it around my hair to keep the unruly curls at bay. “Thanks Zaiyu, I forgot I took it off, I can’t chat though!” Waving a quick thanks I turned around and continued my marathon, skilfully skidding down the banister, bouncing off the wall at the bottom corridor and bursting through into the Kitchen at the far end. The Kitchen was a cosy room with a small burning fire crackling away near the breakfast table. Everything was well kept and tidy, with a cut loaf of fresh bread on the table.
I picked up a slice of the still warm doughy bread, placing it in my mouth continuing across the Kitchen and through a large wooden door at the far end. The door leads to a court yard which the house is built around, to the left of the stone court is Ethyl’s shop, to the right down some stairs is the work shop where we make things to sell such as armour and weapons. And straight ahead is Ethyl’s room that ascends higher than any of the other buildings. As I stepped out onto the court I saw Ethyl shuffling out of the shop clutching her purse. Ethyl was one of those older women who stands small with a good strong build making her seem less of a feeble lady. Time hadn’t been kind to her skin and her grey hair was always pinned up into a messy bun with frizzled strands sprouting out of the bun like a bulb sprouting its many roots. She always wears black clothes that make her look bland and a small pair of glasses sat upon her head with a flimsy metal frame. Despite her appearance Ethyl was a very shrewd woman who would know everything and almost always deal with others in a clever underhand way. I carefully stepped back into the dark shadows made by the buildings keeping as still as possible. The last thing I really wanted was Ethyl lecturing me on being late, losing money, her retiring early because of my rowdy behaviour. Ethyl stopped and turned her head towards me making my heart race, I was sure she had spotted me. But she turned and continued walking up to her room ascending the stairs which took a seemingly long amount of time for her to achieve. Releasing my long held breath I placed my hand over my heart which was slowing down gradually. I pressed on into the small shop pulling down on the black worn metal handle belonging to the brown wooden door.
Once inside I flicked on the light switch that lit up the room in an orange glow casting shadows across the floor boards. The walls where decorated with armour varying from the ordinary iron armour to clothed robes lined with metal, each in their own show case. To the right of the room stood deadly weapons carved beautifully in all different types of metal. Swords with sharp blades that gleamed in the light of the flickering bulb, staves standing tall against the walls, and many other weapons. Each unique and made for different types of people. The armour shop was Ethyl and the villages pride and joy and was greatly renowned throughout, some from as far as the shores of the blue realm have come to the store in order to purchase weapons and armour. Those that can afford it have armour especially made for them carved with the crests of their houses that they belong to.
Who might buy these sorts armour you might be wondering, and it’s complicated to explain. I would have to begin by explaining how the world is divided into four realms. The red being the largest realm, the blue being the second largest, the two smaller ones are the green and white. Every realm has a treaty, in which they must abide, the treaty states they must not go to war or act hostile to one another. But the royal families for each realm aren’t very fond of one another due to previous wars and grudges that they haven’t put aside. Each realm have people born with magical talents, and now it is to the point there are hardly any born without a single drop of magic in their blood. Most of the population can do the ordinary spells, levitations, teleportation’s, small spells made to help with your daily life. But amongst these people are the people born with strong magic that are taken into royal academies to train. Once you graduate, you’re sent to work under your royal family to protect cities, or to keep the peace with certain realms. Your strength is determined on the school of magic you can use, which everyone knows is rather unfair, since there are certain schools of magic stronger than others. For example, only the strong people can use magic that does not fall under the four main elements, fire, water, air, earth. And, amongst the gifted of course, there is the rare occasion of a person born with no ability in magic at all. It isn’t common believe me when I say it isn’t easy either, some scientists believe that the persons DNA is messed up. Other people believe that their missing part of their soul. I just like to think we’re late bloomers, and for some people magic is harder to grasp than others.
Ethyl is uses Earth Magic consequently because of her frail frame comes as a shock to most people. Ethyl uses her magic to work the shapeless metal into the wonderful armour and weapons aligned in the store. I once saw her make a helmet, the way she bent the armour in the flurry of green flames took my breath away, to her the metal seemed nothing more than a clump of clay. Ethyl told me that in order to make the metals turn the way she wants, she must think of them as not something to be marvelled. But something to be moulded and gradually formed into the shape most fitting its wielder. My job is mainly to watch over the shop and to take down any orders from the customers, or to give them their weapons. But sometimes when Ethyl is tired she will ask me to fit the armour and weapons with charms to strengthen certain magic’s. It’s like imprinting a wax seal over an envelope. You take a heated liquid and pour it over the inside of the armour or the hilt of the weapon and press a seal upon it. When it glows the seal has been formed correctly, but they do not last forever, and are frequently replaced.
Prying my eyes from the beautiful craftsmanship I pulled on my dusty apron tying it at the back. I then took a seat on a small wooden chair behind the large counter with the till and a purple velvet book in which we keep the orders written down. Beside this sat a small telephone with a round dial, silently waiting for someone to call. I opened the velvet book to the marked page where blotches of ink had been spilled carelessly by Ethyl’s rushed writing. I ran my index finger down the list of various names, each with their own title. A sense of ecstasy and apprehension leaked through my body at the thought of having your own title, to be recognised even if to just a few. Reality is such a cruel wake up for a person with a vivid imagination. I sighed heavily as I walked towards the shop door, turning a small white sign to open and then pulling the door ajar. As I looked out down the cobbled street I saw so many people smiling and working hard, the sun beating down upon them. It was almost too much to turn around and peer into the murky shop even with the beautiful armour. My body just ached for something more than this, words can’t describe the feeling. It was almost like my body was nagging at me from the pits of my heart. Ethyl told me it’s just being ungrateful, but she wouldn’t understand. I don’t think anyone would.
I walked back to the counter and sat down onto the chair drumming my fingers on the wooden surface. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something was different, turning my head I scanned the various items on the counter. Everything seemed normal, the book was at the right page, and the phone was on the hook. Then it hit me, someone or something had been going through the till! But how when I was only gone for two minutes? The wheels in my mind starting to turn slowly as I began to realise what had just occurred. And in the moment that the answer came to the front of my head, everything went black. Two slender smooth hands cupped around my eyes with a warm mint breath tingled the hairs on the back of my neck. The hands pulled me backwards embracing me in a tight hug as a flurry of red hair fell beside my shoulder.
“What have I caught myself today? Oh my I do think that I’ve caught myself none other than the rare and infamous Ðamita!” The voice sounded gentle and barley above a whisper, a sweet and spicy scent that brought to mind lilacs, garlic, horseradish, onions, or mustard spread to my nose. I placed my hands over the pair blinding my eyes; I tugged them away with little fight from the person behind me. As I turned to face the body of the voice, I couldn’t help but smile slightly although I quickly tried to hide it and retain a serious domineering look. “Zaiyu, do I have to keep telling you how rude it is to sneak up on people like that and even worse to go through the till of your own grandmother!” As I narrowed my eyes at Zaiyu a small shining Ice blue eye looked innocently back. Zaiyu is a smaller than average, slender woman with fiery red hair that lies in waved kinks reaching just above her upper back. Her fringe aloft to one side covers the start of a black leather eye patch that covers her right eye. As I looked down at Zaiyu she was wearing her typical choice of red and black leather that hugged her hour glass body perfectly, with two red daggers at her side coaxed in poison. That explains the smell that always greets you with Zaiyu; she makes her own poisons in her room, meaning that we all prefer to keep away from it. Zaiyu’s healthy glowing skin tinted red around her cheeks as she pouted her rose bud lips together. “Oh Ðamita you’re so mean to me. After all I do for you too... Are you really going to deny your big sister a small loan of gold? I only took a little... honest!” As Zaiyu turned her head to one side grasping a small pouch clearly full of the money she had stolen I sighed and folded my arms.
“Zaiyu you’re aware that I’m always being scolded for the disappearing gold right? And every time you come back and yell at Ethyl for scolding me, you end up fighting with her and lock yourself in your room for two weeks. It’s not worth the trouble you cause Zai. Now hand ‘em over.” As I extended my hand Zaiyu retracted a step leaving me with a gut feeling that she wouldn’t give up the gold unless I took it from her cold dead fingers. “Now now Ðamita let’s not be hasty here! I’m going away for two weeks with Felix to go Demon hunting, and the pays good this time it really is. I promise not to spend it on rum either, so you won’t be scolded honest! I just need the Gold to get myself through the portals. –Please-.” The words ‘Demon hunting’ rang in my ear causing the ache in my body to strengthen. Demon hunting was what Zaiyu did for a living; she would go to different cities and offer lower money than those who graduated from the royal academy. The pay is often very poor unless the Demon is of worthy size. Other people do the same but go after different enemies, such as ghouls or bandits. “Oh Zai!! Is it a big Demon this time, will you bring me back a souvenir?”I urged, although completely aware she had caught me in her trap. I’d do anything for her if she’d bring me back something from her kills. A sly smirk spread across her face as she tied the pouch of Duurei to her belt. “Alright, I’ll bring you back a hollowed out horn, how ‘bout that? And this one’s a whopper, bigger than Kilderai; that goat demon from last winter, remember that?”My jaw opened in awe as I recalled the 9ft Demon that Zaiyu had taken a hologram of. For such a Demon to grow that tall he must be strong, with each story Zaiyu told me my respect for her grew, she was my idol. “Tell Ethyl that I have gone on an errand for the Royal Academy, and I won’t be back till Friday. If she says I’ve portal jumped with Felix to some city again tell her she can suck a lemon! I do hate leaving you with that old bat though Ðamita I really do. But it can’t be helped! Soon you’ll be old enough to run off and do your own stuff.” I smiled at the words of her worrying about me; my cheeks began to warm up as she leaned in and kissed my forehead. Zaiyu’s an amazing sister, she has the ability to shift through space into different dimensions. She once told me it’s like a ghost town where only you exist. I wonder if I could ever see the sky she sees’s... As I looked up Zaiyu’s body began to shimmer like a mirage, her grasp on me let go as she fully disappeared leaving a wavy voice behind. The words entangled but I knew she said she loved me. And silently I whispered I love you too back.
The day passed quickly after that and soon the sun was beginning to set and the busy village slowed down as everyone began to head home and close their stores. It was then when I was about to close the store that a tall lanky shadow of a man loomed over the doorway. I peered up to see a long grey beard and a weasel looking face looking down at me. Blinking I stepped back stuttering an apology. "S-s...Excuse me sir! I didn’t see you there!” The man chuckled with a noise that sounded like a train whistle echoing a hiss. “Don’t worry child, I’m not too late am I?” I shook my head and indicated for him to step inside the store. The man bent down and took an elongated step inside the store; pulling off a small skull-cap he fanned his face. He was wearing a long blue robe decorated in wind charms and blue tattoos of clouds where painted on his arms. A air user no doubt, and a powerful one at that judging by the Tattoos on his hands.
[ Pretty crap ^_^ But meh! Thought i'd share it]
I remember that night so clearly as if I was watching it unfold from my memory taking wing into a play. The colours so vibrant and bold, even the smells still linger in my nostrils. The cold air rushing through the world as though time would stop in the matter of seconds.
The moon was resting high in the velvet sky illuminating the silent valley in a white light, casting vast shadows across the golden cornfields. The delicate pink cherry blossoms danced in the chilled wind. Twisting, turning, falling elegantly in the folds of every gust; until they had scattered endlessly pausing to kiss the earth. The sweet smell of honey suckle hung in the tense atmosphere sending the innocent into a dreamless sleep. The air was filled with the strong feeling of magic like in a fairy tale, the feeling that awakens every fibre of your marrow. In the midst of the cornfields between two large hills a crystal stream ran like silk down into a small village and out disappearing into the far off distance. The Village built around the stream was normally filled with busy people working hard to make a living, gathering tourists from all across the country. But not this night, this night every man, woman and child slept soundly as if a spell had been cast to stop time. Above the stream an old handmade brick bridge stood connecting the village to a small islet that was weaved in full bloomed Iris’s. The river ran around the Islet giving the flowers a healthy glow as if magic had been used to make them as beautiful as ever, only these where all made by nature.
The white moon turned its head to the field shining remnants of silver light upon the flowers lighting up the whole field. In the centre of the purple glittering canvas stood a beautiful white stone statue. The coarse stone took the form of a willowy and beautiful woman. Her head inclined towards a small alter in front of her, her hands clasped together in prayer. Her unprotected body wrapped in a sheet of stone covering her like a Greek goddess, her hair laid over her shoulders with the fringe slightly aloft to one side. The statue just looked as if she was meant to be there like a tree swaying in the wind, her roots where planted into the very soil of the Island, if not earth itself. Fresh mountain dew dripped down her content and maternally affectionate face. As a single droplet trickled down the lifeless cheek, in a heartbeat the effigy and alter became enveloped in a spiralling cylinder of water. The water moved like a constant wave, rising and falling but without a single decibel of noise. In the sky two superlative stars shone like new embers sparking life into the pitch black yonder. Both stars raced across at lightning speed towards one another, each step was a dance in itself. As both collided the whole world was swallowed in a harmonious light blinding all senses. In the distance as if from beyond the light a voice which was so melodic it could have only belonged to an Angel began to sing a lullaby. The language sounded a lot like Latin, each syllable melting into the next with the sound as clear and pure as the very light that captivated the world. After what seemed like an age the song gradually fell into a silence, the light soon fading with it bringing the scenery back into focus. The statue was gone, faded with the light it left not a trace of its existence leaving the alter which now stood alone. Lying on the alter something moved, and as if in reaction the moon set it’s shining gaze upon the stone revealing a small baby with golden locks wrapped in the whitest silk. Upon it’s back where white wings small and fragile like a dove. The water that had surrounded the alter and statue evaporated in white clouds clinging onto the babies wings. As they floated up into the sky the wings disappeared with them returning to the sky looking like nothing more than a vapour of white. Once the clouds had floated into the sky settling into the cool pulse of the wind the atmosphere which held the village was lifted, breathing life back into the frozen world.
This miracle would never be spoken about, but it was the start of a magical tale that every generation to come would be told for many years. The story of one girl, named Damita.
Damita- Chapter one.
I woke up that morning groggily from the folds of my warm bed. Dragging my conscience back from the same dream, it’s always the same dream. I’m a woman holding a baby wrapped in white, running from a burning city. The flames roaring and crackling wildly devouring what once was a proud and magnificent city. My heart thudded so hard against my chest I felt close to collapsing, reaching the tether of my fatigue. I heard the sound of people yelling, families fleeing, and the horrible sound of a monster that I can’t see deafening my every thought. I ran blindly forwards until I stumbled out onto a field that shone brightly with silver light, in the middle of this was an alter which I ran to. I placed the child onto the alter, a huge pain seared through my body as everything went black; I hear the baby crying followed by an ear splitting scream. I’ve been dreaming this ever since I turned seventeen, I don’t remember any dreams other than this, as if I never dreamt before.
As I peeled open my eyes, breathing heavily, my heart still racing from the nightmare I focused my gaze up at the blank white ceiling where a purple dream catcher swayed mockingly. Dream catchers are supposed to catch bad dreams, not take the good ones away. My baggy white shirt was stuck to my back with sweat making me shiver as I cooled down. I looked around my room, my head was spinning and everything was blurred forcing me to lean my head onto my clammy hands. That scream still echoed through every bone in my body and bounced through my mind. I hauled myself out of bed with difficulty I never have good balance when I just wake up. Stumbling blindly I made my way to my window, feeling the cool gust of wind hit my face waking me up with the force of the sun. I could smell the busy village below my window already hard at work. Fresh bread was being made; newly cut flowers sold filling the air with the smell of honey suckle, and the sounds of the busy chattering of the villagers rang in my ears. As I started to adjust to reality and my head began to clear, my peace was disrupted by a scream, not the one from my dream. But the scream of my Grandmother Ethyl. “Ðamita! I swear by every ounce of magic in this house if you don’t sort this dog of yours out I’m going to skin it and hang it up as a rug!” Oh for Merlin’s sake, can’t a girl get five minutes to herself to get up without being nagged at... I tried to ignore the shrill yells but when Ethyl brought out her broom and starting thumping the hilt against my floor boards I knew Mojo would not have long until Ethyl lost it. “Alright Ethyl don’t get your knickers in a twist I’m coming!” No time for a cold shower then- “What did you say to me?!” Cringing I peered around my room. “Err-... I said Alright Ethyl don’t over work yourself?” There was no reply so I presumed I was off the hook.
Sighing I ran my fingers through my hair trudging across my room evading the various scattered objects that lay on my floor. For a girl I’m not very lady like, and I don’t really keep a tidy room. Dirty clothes, drawing pencils and scrunched up pieces of paper, wrappers from penny sweets that I ‘forgot’ to put in the bin, It’s been quiet the age since I last saw my floor boards. Pulling on what smelt like clean jeans and a fresh over sized white shirt I ran out of my room rolling up the sleeves as I skidded past my sister Zaiyu’s room. As I dashed along towards the stairs I heard the creak of Zaiyu’s door open followed by her alert and soft voice calling out my name. “Ðamita! You forgot your white...silk...thing.” I spun around almost falling flat on my face. Managing to keep my balance I looked up to see my White silk scarf fall into my hands, I tied it around my hair to keep the unruly curls at bay. “Thanks Zaiyu, I forgot I took it off, I can’t chat though!” Waving a quick thanks I turned around and continued my marathon, skilfully skidding down the banister, bouncing off the wall at the bottom corridor and bursting through into the Kitchen at the far end. The Kitchen was a cosy room with a small burning fire crackling away near the breakfast table. Everything was well kept and tidy, with a cut loaf of fresh bread on the table.
I picked up a slice of the still warm doughy bread, placing it in my mouth continuing across the Kitchen and through a large wooden door at the far end. The door leads to a court yard which the house is built around, to the left of the stone court is Ethyl’s shop, to the right down some stairs is the work shop where we make things to sell such as armour and weapons. And straight ahead is Ethyl’s room that ascends higher than any of the other buildings. As I stepped out onto the court I saw Ethyl shuffling out of the shop clutching her purse. Ethyl was one of those older women who stands small with a good strong build making her seem less of a feeble lady. Time hadn’t been kind to her skin and her grey hair was always pinned up into a messy bun with frizzled strands sprouting out of the bun like a bulb sprouting its many roots. She always wears black clothes that make her look bland and a small pair of glasses sat upon her head with a flimsy metal frame. Despite her appearance Ethyl was a very shrewd woman who would know everything and almost always deal with others in a clever underhand way. I carefully stepped back into the dark shadows made by the buildings keeping as still as possible. The last thing I really wanted was Ethyl lecturing me on being late, losing money, her retiring early because of my rowdy behaviour. Ethyl stopped and turned her head towards me making my heart race, I was sure she had spotted me. But she turned and continued walking up to her room ascending the stairs which took a seemingly long amount of time for her to achieve. Releasing my long held breath I placed my hand over my heart which was slowing down gradually. I pressed on into the small shop pulling down on the black worn metal handle belonging to the brown wooden door.
Once inside I flicked on the light switch that lit up the room in an orange glow casting shadows across the floor boards. The walls where decorated with armour varying from the ordinary iron armour to clothed robes lined with metal, each in their own show case. To the right of the room stood deadly weapons carved beautifully in all different types of metal. Swords with sharp blades that gleamed in the light of the flickering bulb, staves standing tall against the walls, and many other weapons. Each unique and made for different types of people. The armour shop was Ethyl and the villages pride and joy and was greatly renowned throughout, some from as far as the shores of the blue realm have come to the store in order to purchase weapons and armour. Those that can afford it have armour especially made for them carved with the crests of their houses that they belong to.
Who might buy these sorts armour you might be wondering, and it’s complicated to explain. I would have to begin by explaining how the world is divided into four realms. The red being the largest realm, the blue being the second largest, the two smaller ones are the green and white. Every realm has a treaty, in which they must abide, the treaty states they must not go to war or act hostile to one another. But the royal families for each realm aren’t very fond of one another due to previous wars and grudges that they haven’t put aside. Each realm have people born with magical talents, and now it is to the point there are hardly any born without a single drop of magic in their blood. Most of the population can do the ordinary spells, levitations, teleportation’s, small spells made to help with your daily life. But amongst these people are the people born with strong magic that are taken into royal academies to train. Once you graduate, you’re sent to work under your royal family to protect cities, or to keep the peace with certain realms. Your strength is determined on the school of magic you can use, which everyone knows is rather unfair, since there are certain schools of magic stronger than others. For example, only the strong people can use magic that does not fall under the four main elements, fire, water, air, earth. And, amongst the gifted of course, there is the rare occasion of a person born with no ability in magic at all. It isn’t common believe me when I say it isn’t easy either, some scientists believe that the persons DNA is messed up. Other people believe that their missing part of their soul. I just like to think we’re late bloomers, and for some people magic is harder to grasp than others.
Ethyl is uses Earth Magic consequently because of her frail frame comes as a shock to most people. Ethyl uses her magic to work the shapeless metal into the wonderful armour and weapons aligned in the store. I once saw her make a helmet, the way she bent the armour in the flurry of green flames took my breath away, to her the metal seemed nothing more than a clump of clay. Ethyl told me that in order to make the metals turn the way she wants, she must think of them as not something to be marvelled. But something to be moulded and gradually formed into the shape most fitting its wielder. My job is mainly to watch over the shop and to take down any orders from the customers, or to give them their weapons. But sometimes when Ethyl is tired she will ask me to fit the armour and weapons with charms to strengthen certain magic’s. It’s like imprinting a wax seal over an envelope. You take a heated liquid and pour it over the inside of the armour or the hilt of the weapon and press a seal upon it. When it glows the seal has been formed correctly, but they do not last forever, and are frequently replaced.
Prying my eyes from the beautiful craftsmanship I pulled on my dusty apron tying it at the back. I then took a seat on a small wooden chair behind the large counter with the till and a purple velvet book in which we keep the orders written down. Beside this sat a small telephone with a round dial, silently waiting for someone to call. I opened the velvet book to the marked page where blotches of ink had been spilled carelessly by Ethyl’s rushed writing. I ran my index finger down the list of various names, each with their own title. A sense of ecstasy and apprehension leaked through my body at the thought of having your own title, to be recognised even if to just a few. Reality is such a cruel wake up for a person with a vivid imagination. I sighed heavily as I walked towards the shop door, turning a small white sign to open and then pulling the door ajar. As I looked out down the cobbled street I saw so many people smiling and working hard, the sun beating down upon them. It was almost too much to turn around and peer into the murky shop even with the beautiful armour. My body just ached for something more than this, words can’t describe the feeling. It was almost like my body was nagging at me from the pits of my heart. Ethyl told me it’s just being ungrateful, but she wouldn’t understand. I don’t think anyone would.
I walked back to the counter and sat down onto the chair drumming my fingers on the wooden surface. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something was different, turning my head I scanned the various items on the counter. Everything seemed normal, the book was at the right page, and the phone was on the hook. Then it hit me, someone or something had been going through the till! But how when I was only gone for two minutes? The wheels in my mind starting to turn slowly as I began to realise what had just occurred. And in the moment that the answer came to the front of my head, everything went black. Two slender smooth hands cupped around my eyes with a warm mint breath tingled the hairs on the back of my neck. The hands pulled me backwards embracing me in a tight hug as a flurry of red hair fell beside my shoulder.
“What have I caught myself today? Oh my I do think that I’ve caught myself none other than the rare and infamous Ðamita!” The voice sounded gentle and barley above a whisper, a sweet and spicy scent that brought to mind lilacs, garlic, horseradish, onions, or mustard spread to my nose. I placed my hands over the pair blinding my eyes; I tugged them away with little fight from the person behind me. As I turned to face the body of the voice, I couldn’t help but smile slightly although I quickly tried to hide it and retain a serious domineering look. “Zaiyu, do I have to keep telling you how rude it is to sneak up on people like that and even worse to go through the till of your own grandmother!” As I narrowed my eyes at Zaiyu a small shining Ice blue eye looked innocently back. Zaiyu is a smaller than average, slender woman with fiery red hair that lies in waved kinks reaching just above her upper back. Her fringe aloft to one side covers the start of a black leather eye patch that covers her right eye. As I looked down at Zaiyu she was wearing her typical choice of red and black leather that hugged her hour glass body perfectly, with two red daggers at her side coaxed in poison. That explains the smell that always greets you with Zaiyu; she makes her own poisons in her room, meaning that we all prefer to keep away from it. Zaiyu’s healthy glowing skin tinted red around her cheeks as she pouted her rose bud lips together. “Oh Ðamita you’re so mean to me. After all I do for you too... Are you really going to deny your big sister a small loan of gold? I only took a little... honest!” As Zaiyu turned her head to one side grasping a small pouch clearly full of the money she had stolen I sighed and folded my arms.
“Zaiyu you’re aware that I’m always being scolded for the disappearing gold right? And every time you come back and yell at Ethyl for scolding me, you end up fighting with her and lock yourself in your room for two weeks. It’s not worth the trouble you cause Zai. Now hand ‘em over.” As I extended my hand Zaiyu retracted a step leaving me with a gut feeling that she wouldn’t give up the gold unless I took it from her cold dead fingers. “Now now Ðamita let’s not be hasty here! I’m going away for two weeks with Felix to go Demon hunting, and the pays good this time it really is. I promise not to spend it on rum either, so you won’t be scolded honest! I just need the Gold to get myself through the portals. –Please-.” The words ‘Demon hunting’ rang in my ear causing the ache in my body to strengthen. Demon hunting was what Zaiyu did for a living; she would go to different cities and offer lower money than those who graduated from the royal academy. The pay is often very poor unless the Demon is of worthy size. Other people do the same but go after different enemies, such as ghouls or bandits. “Oh Zai!! Is it a big Demon this time, will you bring me back a souvenir?”I urged, although completely aware she had caught me in her trap. I’d do anything for her if she’d bring me back something from her kills. A sly smirk spread across her face as she tied the pouch of Duurei to her belt. “Alright, I’ll bring you back a hollowed out horn, how ‘bout that? And this one’s a whopper, bigger than Kilderai; that goat demon from last winter, remember that?”My jaw opened in awe as I recalled the 9ft Demon that Zaiyu had taken a hologram of. For such a Demon to grow that tall he must be strong, with each story Zaiyu told me my respect for her grew, she was my idol. “Tell Ethyl that I have gone on an errand for the Royal Academy, and I won’t be back till Friday. If she says I’ve portal jumped with Felix to some city again tell her she can suck a lemon! I do hate leaving you with that old bat though Ðamita I really do. But it can’t be helped! Soon you’ll be old enough to run off and do your own stuff.” I smiled at the words of her worrying about me; my cheeks began to warm up as she leaned in and kissed my forehead. Zaiyu’s an amazing sister, she has the ability to shift through space into different dimensions. She once told me it’s like a ghost town where only you exist. I wonder if I could ever see the sky she sees’s... As I looked up Zaiyu’s body began to shimmer like a mirage, her grasp on me let go as she fully disappeared leaving a wavy voice behind. The words entangled but I knew she said she loved me. And silently I whispered I love you too back.
The day passed quickly after that and soon the sun was beginning to set and the busy village slowed down as everyone began to head home and close their stores. It was then when I was about to close the store that a tall lanky shadow of a man loomed over the doorway. I peered up to see a long grey beard and a weasel looking face looking down at me. Blinking I stepped back stuttering an apology. "S-s...Excuse me sir! I didn’t see you there!” The man chuckled with a noise that sounded like a train whistle echoing a hiss. “Don’t worry child, I’m not too late am I?” I shook my head and indicated for him to step inside the store. The man bent down and took an elongated step inside the store; pulling off a small skull-cap he fanned his face. He was wearing a long blue robe decorated in wind charms and blue tattoos of clouds where painted on his arms. A air user no doubt, and a powerful one at that judging by the Tattoos on his hands.
[ Pretty crap ^_^ But meh! Thought i'd share it]