When the morning came so did the lessons begin. Reid took to a knee and Lauralyn sat cross-legged on a small cloth she laid before Lira. “Listen and let it be your foundation. The blade is an extension of you being. Inanimate it may be but with a soul of its own. The way of the blade is resonating with the soul with its sheen letting you thoughts through its reach. This not only goes for the blade but any and every other weapon. The souls of these weapons can be fiery and wild or calm and cold. Either way the approach to taming and mastering those souls is the duty of its user. I will be teaching you how to handle the blade. Along with that; Know this little one: any and everything can be used as a weapon and one must take advantage of the situation and the present element at your disposal. So alongside learning the blade you will know the basics of how to handle any other weapon.” Lectured Reid. “And I building on your survival skills and instincts. I think I’d throw in a few basic
When she returned to the camp she found Lira crouched to a block sitting beside a sleeping Geb, quiet as usual, though she looked a bit shaken up. “What happened? She came in looking rather panicked.” Reid came closer and Warwick a few steps away and well with earshot. “You guessed right…” “Did you?” “No. I didn’t. He’s ‘calming’ himself.” She said holding back a laugh. “The kid didn’t need my help. She had everything under control and broke free, delivering a good kick to his wood. Bet he didn’t see that coming. Bastard froze before realizing what happened. Funny as hell.” She laughed a little “She would be terrifying in the future that is…” The change wasn’t subtle as her voice went soft, clearly implying on their current circumstance. “That good… but I doubt that would stop him.” “I did give him a warning…” “Would that be enough to stop him?” “I have my doubts.” Warwick commented. “Should he try that again I plan on doing what I said.” Lauralyn replied resolutely. That ver
Everything feels dark. Not the normal dark I’ve always felt anytime I tried closing my eyes. It’s almost comforting, almost like back in the ruins were I had been out for three days. An empty blankness, somehow. It’s not like the feeling I had when my body was taken over. My mind just woke up from the sleep… at least I can call it that, since I couldn’t feel the world around me. Like haze I start to feel the world around me. It’s slowly becoming clear. My body seems to be shaking, like someone is trying to wake me. Oh yeah, that’s right, Iya—wait Iya, I don’t know what happened. Is she alright!? Before I could have a grip on my mind my upper body shoots upright. I catch Iya taken aback, but not startled, like she was expectant. The calmness on her face almost like mine. The mystery about her, about these actions of mine… I don’t know. My own safety is not my concern, but not once or twice could I stop myself from moving for hers. It’s just mind-boggling. And somewhere within me I
Not too long ago the last of the orange glow from the setting sun dissipated shrouding the canyon in darkness. The stars were out and moon hung high up in the cold night sky. It’s silvery glow highlighting the rocky terrain and illuminating all that loitered its calm surface. As much as I like the fact of filling my belly I hate it when I have monsters for sustenance. The work done just to eat is time consuming. I’d like to devour them from where they fell but that would be messy(?). It feels idealistic to think this but I’d like to retain that part of my ‘humanity’ if I can—that is if sitting with a freshly hunted monster’s flesh in my hand eating it raw and relishing in that nectar-like scent of blood count as anything human—instead of acting like the monster I am. Grabbing the tail of one of the monsters that had every part of it intact I drag it behind me heading for the cliffside. Thud! I give a tug dropping the corpse. Grabbing one of it’s hind legs I grab my blade severing th
It hadn’t been a long walk—A couple or more hours or so, give or take—before seeing some structures ahead. A box-like rectangular roof stood on two pillars and two smaller rectangular boxes distanced from each other sitting under it. An old filling station. Perpendicular to the structure sat a building. On the inside I could see the roof had caved in, the shelves were broken and rusted and a few rusted cans and plastics on around.. Both structures look, a wreck. There are few buildings as well opposite the two, a bit of distance away. Maybe a small settlement. Far beyond that—well not too far even by my standard a—straight ahead I see a the usual tall buildings. We—including the little beast would had kept following Iya—walk to the structure, standing between the structure with two pillars and the small settlement. It looks, deserted and there is a faint familiar smell drifting into my nose. We make way into the place, the scent is getting strong. The buildings were made of brick
Days passed. In the stand storm they moved, Warwick in the front, the girls in the middle, Reid and Noha behind, paced so as to not lose sight of each other. Their vision clouded by the dust and sand carried into air. The loud howling of the winds disorienting them. Wrapped around the faces were a light strip of cloth to help filter the sand from the air that breathed in. And over their eyes to prevent blinding, even so the dust was thick and the wind harsh. They had ventured into many storms the months they had been stranded on the sands. Each having their dangers. It was fortunate that none had lost their lives during those time. Each time their senses were dulled due to the winds and sands yet they persevered desperately trying to keep away of the surroundings veiled by the thick blanket of dust. Not long had they wandered into the storm, moving in a straight line. Any mistake and they would be yet again displaced, keeping them further stranded on the sands. Since entering the
Warwick moved shifting his sword to the side. Having a longer reach, a few steps away with both hand he swung for a horizontal slash. Seeing the fast sword approaching his neck he evaded by lowering himself backwards allowing the sword to pass overhead. “Woah” With the momentum he dropped to a back handspring. Feet touching the ground he moved without hesitation and swinging his falcatas. Warwick parried while avoiding the blade that came at his side by shifting his body. And so their exchange continued. “I got to say. I truly admired the friendship of your squad. As loft as it was. To be honest I’m jealous. You guys isolated me. That makes me curious. When did you guys start to suspect me. I thought everything I did was flawless. It did fool the guild for so long.” With the size of his sword one would think its weight would be a problem. But he moved it like it was any other lightweight. Parrying, blocking and the occasional evasion. “The bonds of peasants are intriguingly admi
I open my eyes. The dull blue of the sky is staring back at me. In the corner of my sight the usual rubble of the old times. What happened? I remember entering into the ruin which was in the distance when suddenly I heard a ringing and everything went dark. Not been able to feel pain will turn out to be a disadvantage when being attack, especially one such as this. Wait… I don’t hear it. I sit up. I look to my side… swiveling to the other. Where is she? And the youngling beast. “Oh you’re awake…” A full turn to where the voice came from. I don’t know what race he is—obviously because I never cared to know—four arms, head that looks almost reptilian though slightly rounded, with two pairs of eyes donned in leather armor, his slightly thick arms bare. Two sheathed swords were crossed behind his back. I wonder what the other pair of arms would hold, if he has only two swords. “… Where is the kid?” “You must have arrived with a companion. Unfortunately, if they aren’t here you