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World Fire Grand Show
All eyes were on the stage in the large amphitheatre. All the nobles stood on the balcony, in neat suits and dazzling dresses, sparkling like the stars in the night sky. Down below were the commoners, in common wear, like the silent sea in the silent night. Caliphoe, through a tiny slit behind the stage, smiled at the sight. It evoked such beautiful imagery inside of his mind.Yes, I can write about all sorts of things from this point. I can think of so many sights, and feel so many feelings. He smiled and jotted something down on a notepad. If he squinted and went slightly cross-eyed, he could almost imagine the shifting of the waves, and glimmering of the stars. Oh yes, my beloved audience, you are as spectacular as the performance I am putting on now.He glanced at the performance being played. It was the first showing of the thrilling romance On a Hill in Verdantia. It was his greatest work yet – but still, too dull! He was almost embarrassed to being showing it in front of such a
World Fire A Matter of Coincidences
Stag leaned back into his chair, chewing at the end of his pen, deep in thought. It was the end of another day, and the recruits were in the middle of a set of torturous punishments. Trys hated pushups more than anything else, so he had her do two hundred of them, and Kets abhorred cleaning, so he had her sweep the entirety of the training hall.His punishments usually revolved around strength or endurance tests, so he had Rickter, Locke and Stocke all participate in an endurance game. They would each hold the plank for as long as possible, and the last one left would be the one who is exempt from the next punishment that he had in store.Stag stared down at the note on the table, scribbled a few words, read it over, read it over again, dotted a few i’s and lined a few t’s, then smiled at the result. It was addressed to Belvon Laire and detailed much of the events that had happened to him, and his suspicions that there were plans to assassinate Caria Laire.He reached over and opened
World Fire The Evils of the Laires
It was Saturday morning and there was an odd jitter in the air. Stag, Arla and Miles forced them to get ready as quick as possible, and by the time they were having breakfast, Stag had said his goodbyes, took a Pegasus and took flight to the city for his court case.They were still three Pegasuses short from their normal amount, and they decided that Arla, Kets and Trys would take a different route to the Laire estate, namely the Griffin Taxi.Locke hurried down a bowl of rice, grabbed a sword and fixed it to his waist, tightened up his uniform and left the Amber Hall to spend a few minutes by himself before they went to a new world of danger.Of course. It feels like we are walking directly into a trap. Everything just feels so conveniently planned.What else can we do? Is protecting Caria Laire a mistake?
World Fire Flight!
They were soon joined by Miles and Rickter, who they would be flying with to the Laire estate. Miles brought out the Pegasuses, handing one to each of them. They held out their hands, let the beasts nuzzle them, and climbed onto their back. Before they left, Arla rushed out, whispered some words to Miles, and returned inside.‘They’ll be travelling on foot for a few kilometres outside of the base,’ Miles said, ‘where the Griffin Taxi will pick them up. They’ll arrive at the Laire estate around an hour later than we do.’ Miles adjusted his iconic leather cap over his head and subconsciously brushed at his moustache. ‘Are we ready?’There was a loose chorus of affirmation.‘Well then, let’s go.’ Miles dug his heel into the skin of the Pegasus and it shot up into the air, the others following him. Locke, who had seen how Trys and Kets were frightened by being up in the air, was surprised to see how natural Miles, Rickter and Stocke treated it – but they were always so attuned with nature
World Fire Laire Estate
The Pegasuses inclined their heads downwards and they descended towards the floor, their hooves trotting against the springy grass. Ahead of them was large, countryside manor. The walls that enclosed the perimeter were of a thick marble. A fountain stood a little outside the entrance to the manor that was constructed of a rich, red brick. Spotless windows marked every room across the three storied building.‘Let’s greet them, shall we?’ Miles said, jumping off the Pegasus. ‘We’ll deal with the Pegasuses later.’‘Let’s not leave them for long,’ Locke said, ‘I don’t want to see more of them dead again.’Miles nodded. ‘That won’t happen. I’ll be taking them myself. With our current plan, I’ll position myself deep in the forest so I can snipe any enemies from far away?’‘What if they enter the building before you can shoot them?’ Rickter said, feeding a hand through the inside of his shirt and pulling out Nut, the squirrel. Nut ran up along the length of his arm, clawed up the side of his
World Fire Hold of Beasts
‘Well, what do we do now?’ Locke asked when they stepped out of the room.‘We leave Stocke to his duty, I guess,’ Rickter said.‘As planned, I’m going to go to the forest,’ Miles said, pulling up his watch. ‘But, tch. Where is Arla and the others?’ He grimaced. ‘I’m sure that they will come soon enough. You two, you have your blueprints to the manor, don’t you?’‘Yeah.’ Rickter pulled out the map.‘Go about and be vigilant. And Locke – I think you should patrol the entrance to the lounge room. Tail anyone who enters it and watch over them. Do you understand.’‘Yes.’Me too. Something feels wrong.Miles left the manor, Locke stayed where he was, and Rickter wandered down the hall. Last night when he reviewed the map, a certain room had caught his eye – the Hold of Beasts. He smiled at the servants as he passed and found the stairs that led down to the Hold. The red wallpaper that had decorated the inside of the manor faded, and was replace
World Fire Pet
Stocke stood stiffly in the corner of the room. He tried to avert his gaze from the deplorable Caria Laire, but his eyes always found themselves with her in focus. When he noticed, he would force himself to look away again, but there was something about her repugnant nature that always had him staring at her. She paid him no heed whatsoever.He had thrown his glowbulbs everywhere within the room and outside of it, and prayed for them to grow, which they did, and now the place was littered with the bulbs.‘Is this your purpose,’ Caria Laire said with an air of arrogance, ‘to have some plants litter the length of this room? I’m not going to stay here all day, you idiot.’‘I have plenty to place wherever you decide, but it is much safer if you allow me to fully prepare here, you know.’‘Hmph.’ Caria Laire returned to her notepad. ‘Father said that if I just stay here for today and tonight, he will get me a real life rhinoceros for my collection.’ A mischievous smile broke across her face
World Fire Salocer
Evening had arrived at the Laire estate, and the half-hidden sun that turned the clouds deep purples and oranges cast long shadows that stretched from the forests of the west far towards the estate. A vicious wind had picked up, sweeping at the grass and the forest, like a harbinger signalling for oncoming terror.The clouds that had come from the east earlier, that talked of storms, were fast approaching. A light curtain of rain pounded at the roof of the estate, and Locke, who guarded the door of the loungeroom, found great comfort in listening to it. He had stood there for hours.A servant stepped up to door, a dumb look in his eyes. ‘You can’t enter here,’ Locke said, stepping in front of the door.‘Huh?’ the servant raised an eyebrow.‘I said you can’t enter here.’The servant raised a feather duster. ‘I need to clean.’‘Clean some other day. You can’t enter here.’ Is this guy stupid?