Lucid -- Chapter 1Hey, Jake, you all right?
Yeah, dont worry, sometimes I space out.
Sometimes? We all laughed at this, though mine was forced. I looked into the street as we walked to school. Ghostly images kept fading in and out. Cars with people in them, bicycles, and a few jaywalking pedestrians. I dismissed them as products of a bored mind, like I always did. But sometimes they were a little harder to shake off, like when a familiar face whose name was just on the tip of my tongue carried on a conversation with me then walked away to vanish. I had never seen those people, but they talked in a way that made me feel we had known each other for a very long time.
Dazing out again, Star? Rindle was in front of me with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his purple face. The first time I had met him something made me feel like purple was not a normal skin tone. But when no one else had said anything, I simply chalked it up to personal taste.
Lucid -- ProloguePrologue: Six Nightmares and One Really Old Guy (not the final chapter name, I assure you)
Click click click click
A young woman dressed in the latest teen fashion, ripped blue jeans, ragged black t-shirt with a cutesy pink skull on it, white heels, and enough eyeshadow to make panda bears look twice clicked through the lobby of well, she didnt know where she was. She hadnt seen the outside, and everything except the elevator seemed distorted and hazy if she looked directly at the surroundings. She looked at the floor, shifting between wood and marble every so often, and sighed.
Geez, cant the old man try some consistency? Still better than the ice last week.
She clicked straight to the elevator and walked through the closed doors. The world around her warped and settled to reveal she was sitting in a conference room with five other people at the table, each one of whom had her complete and total respect, a rare thing for a teenager to g
Savior Curse--Power of Aquas 1Madican took a deep breath through his nose, smelling the salty scent of the ocean. He loved the water, he felt safest whenever he was near it. How many times had he been attacked by someone trying to kill him now? Ten? Twenty? Too many, he knew that much. And it would only get worse the longer he stuck around in this country. Which was why he was now aboard the Blessing, a ship bound for Patta Port.
The metal and wooden craft was evidence of new technology. It also powered itself by steam instead of relying on the winds alone, though it did have sails. Madican ran a black-gloved hand along the smooth wooden side he was leaning against. Aquas was hidden underneath his cloak to avoid drawing attention to himself with an exposed weapon.
Drawing the hood closer and bringing up the face-mask portion, Madican slowly looked around. A woman with two small children was up with the captain at the helm, chatting with him earnestly while the small children gazed at the ocean in silent rapt
Savior Curse -- Psychic LightHold!
Nim stopped and turned around, the dozens of small packs around his body chiming from metal on metal. The entire army had turned out to see him off, how nice! Each of the knights stood fully armored in the green and white colors of the Ramadian army, weapons at the ready. Nim licked some of the wet blood off his long fingers, waiting to see who had spoken to him.
Nim looked down and saw the shortest knight to ever wear the colors. And the gold stripe of a captain on his shoulder! Impressive.
The midget knight had his sword drawn and pointed it upwards at Nims stomach. Tell me why I shouldnt gut you here and now for your actions. Why did you slay that village? The mans face was hidden by the helm he wore, but Nim didnt need to see his face. He merely locked his red orbs where he thought the captains were.
My actions? I merely followed his desire. Nim wondered what skin tone the captain had. He
Savior Curse -- Snip 1Savior Curse -- Prep For NaNoWriMo!
Should the Sword lie for ten and forty seasons wheres the rest? Madican pulled the furred robe tighter around him and shivered. Belted to his side was a plain shortsword with a pommel that looked like it was made of blue, the colors very essence.
Apologies, young Holder, but the rest of the tablet was destroyed long ago, before even my ancestor who founded this temple was born. The priest led Madican out of the holy room and locked the door.
I see. Thank you for your help, monk. This explains what I needed to know of this Sword. There is no way to remove the curse Madican looked down at the floor, trying to fight back the urge to break down sobbing. Doomed. He was doomed and there was no hope
I am sorry, young Holder, but that is the cold truth. The priest averted his eyes from Madican. He did not like to give this news to the people who sought him out, but it was nec
Temptation:Battle of the HeartThomas checked the straps on his silver armor to make certain that it would stay in place. He picked up the waiting helm from the dirt floor of the arena and dusted it off before putting it over his head. Though the visor was incredibly thin, and by all rights should have blinded him, he could see just fine. He picked up the rectangular shield leaning against his leg and slipped his right arm through the firm leather straps. For the final touch, he drew the untarnished shortsword from its scabbard. The warrior was ready.
On the opposite side of the circular arena was Thomas, picking up a massive claymore from the dirt. His armor was identical to Thomass, except black, cracked, and even broken in some places. He lacked a shield, having chosen to wield as much destructive power as possible. The gauntletted hand touched a clip of darts poisoned with rationalization. Already he could see the places where Thomass armor was weak.
Above the soon-to-be battlefield was a massive ear
Noirse Snippet 2You would stand against me, son? Dino snapped his fingers and Gungnir blossomed from thin air. He leveled its tip at Theo. You would prevent me from wiping out the one thing holding back Ragnarok?
Theo gripped Mjollnir, scowling at the passive figure before him. Yes I would. Rick is my friend, and Ill do anything to keep him from what you claim the Fates have in store for him. Lightning crackled around the hammer as he gripped it tighter. And one more thing. Im not your son! Theo reared back and hurled the magic hammer at Dino with all the power he could muster.
Thunder boomed and the earth split as Gungnir deflected the mighty weapon. It made a complete turnaround and flew back to Theos waiting hand. He held the shaft with both hands. Thors power spilled out of him in the form of a miniature storm that surrounded his body.
A shame. But Ragnarok will continue as it has. And not even the champion of the Aesir