Picking a stick nearby, checking if it was good as a weapon or distraction, she held on to this like a pole ready on hand for an incoming attack even if she had no chance of using it or winning against anyone. Overhead is the darkness looming and the occasional sounds of rustle and Dire-eater screech, though only a distance, it ticks a nervousness in her when the rumble of their movements could be felt and heard.
Down behind the rock hiding place, several uprooted trees and a clearing could be seen where the destruction of the fighting small Dire-eaters seemed to have also chunked out a part of the land. Roaming to see where the girl lay felt like hours, but it only lasted for seconds, and the idea of taking her time to see if the girl was still alive is a dread she was delaying.
She did find the girl, all bloodied and partially trapped, though the girl could move from where she is, her injury was what kept her from moving. The bone on her shoulder must have already dislocated before everything started and it didn’t help that the tree made a rag doll of her body, splaying her fragile limbs in disarray. The blood that seeped from her shoulder was dark on her pale skin.
The girl still breathed but Elder Lymantera could see she was having difficulty in doing so as if she was in her last strands. She knelt and softly spoke to the girl who whimpered as her shaking arms tried prying her from the ground. Supporting her head, she gently tried putting her hand under her waist and legs but realized how at some point she couldn’t because even if her skin was cold from sweat and feeble, there was a sense that the girl’s body was impossibly broken.
Inhaling the pain she felt rush from her mental capacity chipping, again, after her broken heart from the young boy, she let herself kneel beside her and touched the girl’s forehead. Closing Elder Lymantera’s eyes, as she does at times whenever they do in festival ceremonies regarding their thanksgiving during and before Ocular, she prays that Slitark guides her weak body.
There was a slight cold air surrounding them and the sight of peace welcomed the girls hurried ragged breathing slow down into a calm heaving. Difficult as the young girl may be at the current, Elder Lymantera whispered a silent prayer as the girl who has bloodshot eyes edged with tears now stayed steady, looking at her.
“Wait for me,” she said to her and, standing to look and see where she could pry her body out of the burden of clumped trees, the world suddenly shook.
Shaking, unsteady ground pushed her balance backward. Her bum hit the ground at an awkward angle just as she was reaching for a thick stick nearby. A gust of wind pushed her further away from the place she stood, splinters of wood and blood spewing in the air. The wet splatter did not stain her face or clothes, but she knew that the angle she faced that not seeing the source would be a matter of time, though not given because she was pushed backward by a large trunk that a group of small Dire-eaters had pushed to her direction.
They came from the sky as it seems, perhaps thrown or directly above, once, but they’re now badly injured and struggling. The wriggling bodies ruined more land around her and Elder Lymantera only closed her eyes at the sheer madness happening. Solid bodies slammed on the ground by the sound and feel of everything around her but she did not budge her closed eyes and stunned body. She’d felt her body run cold when she opened them and a whole head of a small Dire-eater stared at her.
The eyes looked glossy and alive, light from the sky illuminated the scales but the glow was different when it hit the glass of the eyes. Dreadfully dark red and glum, the light seemed to dance on its surface but it’s the blood coming from the edges of its eyes that spilled over its surface. Coating the eyes and its face, the head moved as the motionless Elder Lymantera who is slowly accepting her fate, watched in a blank-minded state of her impending death.
“Ah,” said a tiny voice behind her.
The boy stood with his hands tightly wrapped around a bundle he was having a hard time holding onto. His eyes were transfixed at the sight of a Dire-eater staring at Elder Lymantera, and the fascination prompted him to move forward. His steps were small but fast, making him wobble over between the head of the monster and the old woman.
Her nerves awaken at his presence, the cold that she felt still her body boil her muscles that she stood without thinking of pain or care, reaching out to the boy just so she could halt him. Faulty as her actions would be, she stopped when the creature in front waved its head in shock at her actions, this alone stops the boy. Injuring his arm that he had unconsciously reached out to touch the stilled beak but had to use as a shield for the babe in his arms.
The grip he had on the bundle loosened making him tumble backward so he could prevent letting the baby fall on the ground, in doing so, he gives the creature a chance to move an inch forward over them. Elder Lymantera felt the world stop in front of her eyes, hopelessness sinking its teeth deeper from its bite into a full-on chunk out of her soul’s meat. Yet she shudders to install when she felt her body feel a strong gust of magic emit from where the hand of the boy held up.
Light as warm as the sun in the sky blows outward from them, letting the Dire-eater in front cry in shock and wave its head, from pain and confusion. Prompting the boy to push his body upward, given only minutes to move, away. He crawled in reverse, back to where he thought Elder Lymantera stood. She sees this and gives her best motion to reach out to the boy, only to meet her arms with the bundle of the babe.
No hesitation, she clutches the babe and finds herself watching the creature fall its head over the boy. The motion lets her balance sway and fall far back, again, on the ground as it welcomed her without a word of comfort for the pain it causes. Dipped in a haze of worry and fear, she stood and ran far away the best her injured leg could carry her.
Now the bundle in her arms, clutched tight, the child has woken up and started crying at her grip that couldn’t be controlled or tender to the touch. The ringing wails of the young Saturni broke her heart, but what prompted the waterfall of salty sadness from her eyes came from the young boy, who in his last moment, only thought of others even if he wasn’t aware he was doing so.
There was a faint glimmer of hope that still stayed in his wide-eyed fear-stricken face but all she could feel was the memory of dread and darkness of the death she has witnessed. Elder Lymantera did not bother wiping her face as she reached a part of the forest where the trees are dark, tall, and overbearing. Their overgrowth of thick roots intertwines with rocks that have eroded in time.
She automatically stopped, staring through the blur of her tears, and saw that she has nowhere to go but there, at the base of the thick roots. Several branches of the tall tree could not hide the view of the surrounding mountain it preludes, through its thick pine leaves and the thin fog growth, she guessed that they were near the base of the mountain. As to which direction or part of the surrounding mountains, she could not guess where only the hope that they were safe away from harm.
Jumbled memories of havoc and peace swirled in her drought-ridden head, almost ablaze from the headache she was now desperately enduring and failing to feel any form of resolution. The babe in her arms still sobbed and wailed, yearning for its mother whom she forcibly pulled away from. Even if her actions were what saved the child, yet, had the original purpose of disposing of an innocent, she could not deny her growing guilt bearing heavier the longer she stayed in this forest.
Her life has always been for her life to hunt for purpose and stay true to that purpose, nothing noble and nothing malicious. If before she could easily swallow her cowardice from doing deeds for the beliefs she’s always grown with, now, she couldn’t face Slitark of what she has done and thought of doing. Seeing the babe, and her other children in her was not something she expected to strongly feel, but too late as it is, she will have to keep moving.
There is hope if only for the moment, but first, she must rest. Slumping down on the ground with the crying child in her arms amidst the dim world fading into further darkness. Not by the impending threat of near-death, but rather the point of being tired and her body slowly giving up. If in the next moment she wakes up to see the light of Slitark blessing her with the warmth she deserved, she will dedicate her life to this babe without fault and only for her sake.
Positioning herself to lean against a nearby thick root, she noticed dark blood on her right hand that now smeared the blanket that wrapped the babe. As she cradled and shushed her the best her old arms could do, the memories of the young boy haunted her mind.
Dry of tears, dusty from struggle, and determined with a hint of stubbornness. Meeting a soul stronger than her in a body so small brings her shame weight by the blanket of regret and guilt. If in this life he did not survive, perhaps he would grow to be a strong boy able to carry the weight of life to safety while retaining wonder in front of death’s face. This will be a memory she will forever keep in her, holding a candle more for hope than she thought she would not have in slumber.
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Blinding lights blurred Yphemu’s vision, rather, made her lose her peripherals. Like a horse with bright white blinders, her eyesight focused on a tunnel vision in front of her as she poured her attention to all the Dire-eaters surrounding their quarters.Noise built from the lungs of oppressed and struggling washed away from the sweeping silence that rang through her mind while she attended to the needs of the many. Sucking her breath, she stayed afloat with a bit of breeze just so she could glide to another medium-sized Dire-eater sweeping the skies towards their headquarters.Callous hands felt the growing warmth of her rapier's metal hilt as she bent her elbow back and angled her torso to an angle that put force on the stab she was aiming to do on the neck of the creature where its gills flapped and sparkling magic entered. With trained eyes, a magician can easily determine the anatomy of a Dire-eater due to its nature being made out of Slitark magic in its e
Yphemu looked at Epiro who felt his face was pale and confused, but she knew that he was creating problems in his head. Not from sheer lack of experience, but consideration.His eyes looked at her and she made sure that her gaze was firm but comforting. Yphemu is not only the bastion holder of a title passed down with the strongest light magic, she stands with the people she cares for at close consideration.He whispered, “I knew it…”Sacr looked at him and prompted him to speak. The way she usually does, by nudging him with the butt end of her gun. He looks at her with a not-annoying frown but started to speak.“We’ve noticed that a part of the barrier is losing its hold. All of my men managed to evacuate all possible human casualties away, back to a part of the barracks that could hold guard, and we’ve made an effort to stop the youngling Dire-eaters from entering there. But…” Epiro, his grip strong on h
The timing was on her side when the edges of the tail end arced downward, pulling the rest of its midbody to open a pathway toward the head. Due to this, she had the chance to observe a part of its head she could target either to maim or distract it enough to redirect its course.Crossing her fingers, she angled herself enough to curve her body and shelter a foothold onto a hind tendril, launching herself with enough force by adding magic into her body for agility and speed. Wrapping this up in a bow of split-second midair twirl, using this momentum to make use of the wind as sharp slashes.Heavily pushing with a brandish, her wand swiped upward in motion to the speed of her flying body, grossly cutting at the edges of the tendrils and flapping gills near the head of the Dire-eater. Though wounded, it’s not severe to the point of rending its actions.However, it was enough to distract it from its state of frenzy, turning its head to where she clung. After
Notion after image of blasted corpses of burning Dire-eaters sent bursts of meat smelling burnt with no blood to cover the ground under them, only for this dark liquid to scatter somewhere else entirely. Electric sparks surged from the invisible barrier as the people within cheered as they watched one after another the Dire-eaters around the area diminish.Further inside the establishment beyond the wall was Verbasi who looked up in the sky, half-hidden by the tall stone barricade, showing the white lights of Yphemu’s magic blink on and off amidst the dark blue of the night. He heard the wisp of "fire brim" that Yphemu summoned. He didn’t need to give her his crystal, because he had to clear the debris and ruin from the residential area.She knew he didn’t need to be there more for his purpose at the current rather than the help he could provide with his magic and shard, but his belief that his students with him could substitute while he checked this
“I’ve instructed them to report back as fast as they could when they find traces of your daughter or her caretaker. With the state of the forest, the number of places they could hide is vast, but we have the equipment to search for people and their presence. One of them will be the two of them." He finished as he lightly smiled. "Thank you for giving us all another day to live, come back safely. My daughters will be angry if you don't come back safely and with their future inaanak.”His words lit up a small kind of hope she could feel from the heart of her considered good friend and mentor. With a heart heavy from the burden of a fault not of her own, she leaves to follow the searching party Verbasi sent out to the forest. Doubtful that her heart could ever recover from the multitude of held sorrow and anger she’s bottled up from the beginning of the Ocular ending ceremonies.Riding a Sari-manok on her way inside the ceremonial grounds,
“It’s wrong to feel this when we’re still in the middle of looking for Captain’s child, but I’m grateful that we all survived this dilemma.” He said, more so under his breath than out loud.“Don’t let the Captain hear you say that,” Sacr said. “The result of this battle is nothing but a farce, we still have to deal with the political side of everything. Remember, those ‘Kabay rebels’ were here. Either ruining their name or blatantly killing a part of the government that shouldn’t even be considered during this ceremony of blessing.“Slitark shards are very important to our society, without this gift, we couldn’t be able to control magic and our lands as it is. Being entitled to feel this way is our gift, but we have a time and place to celebrate.” Sacr steered her Sari-manok in a direction but paused when she heard something and at breakneck speed, ran towards the sound.
▓▓▓▓▓Events of the attack on the ceremonial grounds brought concern and sorrow to several citizens within the central city of the All-Monarch Kingdom; especially the citizens worry about the Prime Magician. Knowing of her constitution during the time of her trip to their Slitark Sun, many have given prayers to the crystal in the sky to bless her and guide her.Acknowledgment of her pregnancy and the child birthed from that incident is well anticipated before they returned. There were talks of simple joys and parties around to give gratitude to her newborn, perhaps out of their sincere kindness as a conglomerate of morals to their “Prime Magician.”However, their curiosity will remain unanswered when a greater issue overlaps everything the moment the Prime Magician returns. She was embroiled with several obligations, more so of the news about the supposed attack of Dire-eaters and rebels that were declaring themselves to be Kabay faction.
Along the lines of this innate act of terrorism, shallow consideration for each concern and party validates how strong of opposition there is towards Lady Yphemu Saturni, the proven rightful successor to the current Prime Magician. Historically, the Prime Magician has always been trusted or appointed lawfully by the ordinance of nature, meaning existing as a human with the strongest form of Light magic.Knowing this, if they so much as attempt to harm an overpowered being such as a Prime Magician; who in their right minds would send footmen? At the very least a magician clever enough to win against her by sheer knowledge despite being lower in power.This question will be forever after this incident, not because of how absurd it is, but the fact that there is a larger rift between the factions in the course even during the previous Prime Magician. Doubtfully so, this meant that the fear of another war could spark, and that’s not something any of them wanted.
Good day, Nate here : )A year has passed since I last wrote for this story. Right now I am on a newer project and would be remiss to say that it has grabbed my focus from Ocular to the Dying Sun. This story will remain Hiatus until further notice, but for now I shall be relying some of the few updates I have been busy with. I have written a Supernatural story that has been published in a different place so it will not be featured here. It's themes are quite spicier than the ones I have made here, but not as grotesque as my first title. I'm sorry for not putting any form of story until this day. Have a good timme : )
Good day reader, Nate here :) This is a notice letter to declare that this title will be on long hiatus until most of the chapters have been filled in. Forgive this humble writer ): The coming chapters will be released two to three days per week after March 13. As for now, it's going smoothly, but other contract titles are becoming higher priority because of their shorter deadline and importance. This title is a passion project that I've lined up after Suitable Bags of Flesh, though it could be said that that title have been cut short, it's gone too long and have begun round about with it's story. This title is very much shorter in contrast, and there is a definite ending. As of right now, I am focusing getting my health back, writing more and praying that all things in my health and everyone around me be good and well. See you,Acrimony
Certain that they were far from the rest of the group Epiro was with and Lagodis, they stood by the wall outside of the eatery, at least twenty steps away in an alley well-lit from the main road but dim enough to hide them from people. “Mitt, I’m sorry for not listening to what you needed of me,” Epiro said as a sense of frustration grew ever slowly. “However, it isn’t a reason for you to follow me outside of the mansion at this hour. You don’t think everyone would be worried when you’re a child in danger, here?” One second of looking at each one’s expression, with Epiro doing his best to express the exasperation he’s felt, should have equally clued in what they should be conveying. But Epiro wasn’t expecting the small, determined look on Mitt’s face, along with his words. “I’m confident no one noticed me,” with an exhale as if the boy was the one exasperated by Epiro’s reaction. “Besides, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this. Just, it’s a new place for m
People entered through the sloppy-looking entranceway. All dark wood and sort of slanted by the way Mitt looked at it from where he stood, small, with his neck craned impressed a sense of caution to his senses. Hiding underneath a cloak did not help him with how the shadow of his hood made everything feel dim. Still, hearing the patrons outside that gathered with joviality say “Aling Nora” several times made him relieved to know he wouldn’t need to scour the entire street to see where Epiro went. Planning a way to know about the rumors and proving the truth behind them was Mitts thought. Thinking of a plan isn’t something he could do on his own, but he trusts that Epiro could think with him since Mitt knows that their work isn’t just about being hired swords. Mitt needs to figure out where he could start his investigation about the rumors, and where to start with people connected to a plethora of information. The Militia. Eagerly following the flow o
Her request was simple and ten years old at that. It somehow related to the rumors about Mitt’s father, but not entirely just about paternal relations. There was never a chance she wouldn’t hear it as if the rumor vine didn’t reach the ears of her office walls. Annoyance? Dismay? Curiosity. There were a handful of thoughts that entered her mind but what boggled Yphemu as she requested to investigate the rumors, in detail while Lagodis looked up Mitt’s family history, was the fact her mind went blank. Reading the first investigation on the family or possible relatives, according to the location of the last location Mitt was found has the lowest likeliness to know accurately. However, Lagodis did discover that there were, at the time, traces of magic coming from an unregistered airship. Everything about the magic reeked of illegal alchemy with several layers that Lagodis was surprised the supposed airship stayed stable. Looking for traces or evidence of the air
It’s nothing to deny, he’s been told that he looked like a few people, all high in rank or aristocratic. Some even curried favor to Yphemu, on certain occasions, with blanket compliments about despite not being of blood relation he has a strong resemblance to her. He often watched these people and internally feel embarrassed for comments like that, since he would love to believe he is truly the child of Yphemu. Knowing in his mind that he isn’t despite not having any memory of his past before he was four doesn’t help make him feel at ease. “At least I’m here beside her,” he whispered. “Is there something wrong with the water master Mitt?” said the maid who was behind the accordion divider a few steps away. “Nothing, Neldy, I just suddenly felt tired,” Mitt said with the best pleasant voice he could muster. “There’s nothing wrong. I’m going to get out now.” Nodding, the maid readied his robes and other towels to lightly dry him and soon he was
Being stone souled and hard-hearted for her family, as the head, brings her so much on the plate to think about that sometimes, other factors of one path begin to be missed. Considering that she’s always wanted what was best for Yphemu as of current, right now, if her daughter doesn’t want to be with someone then all she could do is help her introduce her to someone. “Alright,” Lady Tethea said, her eagerness lesser but her eyes showed concern out of fondness. “You’ve managed to avoid the potential of marriage once again.” She sighed but looked at her, eyes slightly glinting at the light of the sun. “But, no matter, whether you will be married by choice or not. I know you will. I have faith that your soul is healed and strong, once more.” Noticing the last piece of biscuit on the plate, Yphemu picked the piece and placed it on one other plate filled with cupcakes. She nodded and smiled at her mother before their next conversation turned to a one-sided gossip about th
With another soft clink of the teacup on its saucer, Lady Tethea looked at her with a somber face. Eyebrows creased in the middle and completely dour. “One mishap from your last pregnancy is enough to be a mar to your name. Good thing you coincidentally found young Mitt during that time to cover for your first child’s death.”Yphemu’s pregnancy isn’t something she explicitly spoke about, and it’s not something she is proud of especially if the concern of her conception isn’t the fact that the man was someone deplorable or hated by but the idea that she couldn’t remember who the man was. Beyond the imagination and the assumption of many, one simple fact remains, she does not know who the father is and will never want to know who.The old woman could remember the way Yphemu handled this situation, moving forward and proving her worth to the world a second time. Masking over her unwanted pregnancy with her resolve to be the
▓▓▓▓▓Pale light marches through in between shadows of people walking in and out of the city coming from the shards of each lamp post from the main gates. Everything else is in a shade of color that blinds the senses with multi-facets not of origin within the All-Monarch kingdom.The bustle and crowd gathering did not change from the norm, though it contributed greatly to the variety of sound pollution coming from the different languages each person spoke. Various fashions from neighboring cities merge and are displayed through the streets, filling the extent of mundane drab clothes now spiced over a drab of exotic tinges popping in and out.The variety of clothes ranged from finely colorful woven sarongs, and turbans made of coarse leaf strands to posh velvet vests and sharply ironed brown slacks and petticoat ribboned dresses. Mixed cultures and traditional garb walked through the cobble-paved streets of the main city of All-Monarch, equally welcoming the busi