(VII) Week 9 Submissions
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topic/117908-lms-vii-the-gateway-to-the-kingdom#p1725179 1030 words
I wish you all a great week and lots of successful writing
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17 lines! Before I forget to post (I meant to yesterday!)
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“That’s not my best scene.”
Lylatt’s eyes moved away from the book as he gazed at the approaching Valmond. “Because it doesn’t represent the full scope of your skill, because you were experimenting, or because you’re not done tinkering with it? Because I happen to dabble in writing myself, and as far as fantasy goes, I can tell you that this is pretty decent.”
Valmond’s eyes widened. “Ooh, you’re also a hobbyist? Nice. Did you write your own chant?”
“I’ve had to, yes.”
“Aweso- oh, and yeah, I’m still working on it. I’m the kind of guy who, uh… Well I work in present scenes and future scenes whenever inspiration strikes, and that one is setup for another battle Anolk’s gonna be in.”
“And he can tell which one you’re reading because the bookmark gives it away.” Aporia specified.
“Makes sense.” Lylatt said to Aporia. “So, you have a future scene already written?”
“Yeah!” Valmond confirmed. “It’s a bit older, but not by much. I do think this one’s good, it has like… everything I like in a fantasy scene, but I’m pretty sure I can do better. The other one’s a fight using Anolk’s new weapon.”
“Well isn’t that some free information into the psychological truth behind your fighting style.” Lylatt observed cheekily. “Fork that scene over.”
Valmond chuckled. “You’re lucky I’m not shy about these things. It’s a few pages before the current one. Beginning’s marked.”
“No luck, I assure you — among the things our sparring showed is that you are not one to shy away from much.” Lylatt said as he flipped through the pages to find the other bit of text. “Otherwise I would have asked later.”
“Huh! Smart.” Valmond commented. Then, he realized something else, and continued: “Oh: this one’s gonna feature one of Anolk’s companions, Shirlu. He’s like a flying fairy warrior. The fight is against- you know what frogs are, right?”
A fair question. “Yes,” Lylatt said with a nod.
“Okay so he fights a magic frog and saves someone else.”
“Fair enough. The context is appreciated.”
“We're almost there, Anolk! Move towards the side!”
Following Shirlu’s advice, Anolk switched the direction of his Air Board to move towards the starboard side of the vessel. From up close, Anolk could see that it was quite old, and visibly damaged, as several sharp scratches appeared on its hull – though luckily, not serious enough to worry over. Something else that was worrying, however, was the rain zone. Anolk and Shirlu swiftly entered it as they approached the vessel, soon realizing that the rain drops were unnaturally… sharp.
“It’s like… A bunch of needles are falling on me…” Anolk commented, contemplating his hands as the rain drops fell on them.
“Same.” Shirlu added, stopping his flight next to his companion. “My wings feel so heavy, too! Ugh, let’s just hurry up and solve whatever happened to this place and get outta here.”
“Sure!” Anolk grabbed Shirlu’s hand as he lifted him, allowing them to board the abandoned vessel’s deck. In a flash of light, his Air Board turned back into his Wind Ring, which Anolk placed on a keychain attached to a carabiner on his belt – he’d have to thank Valcoo for providing him the useful item. His Wind Ring having been safely put away, Anolk unsheathed his sword from one of his outfit’s numerous scabbards and scanned the area, blade ready to strike whichever foe he expected to come their way. But, to him and Shirlu’s surprise, there was nothing on the vessel except for the rain, and a peculiar item at the center of the deck.
“Wahee?” Anolk exclaimed, staring at the thing. It was a giant blue sphere seemingly attached to the wooden planks of the deck. The sphere was filled with water, ad upon closer inspection…
“Uh, Anolk?” Shirlu intervened, having landed next to his friend. “I, uh, think there’s a person floating in there.”
Without wasting anymore time, Anolk dashed towards the sphere and cut it open with a single slash. He immediately sheathed his blade and, ignoring the water spreading around him, he caught the trapped being inside the sphere. Then, a pair of orange eyes locked themselves on Anolk.
From what he could see, the being was a female cat with milky white fur hidden under a sleeveless, knee-length powder blue dress and shoes. A single blue light emanated from a moon-shaped earring on the girl’s right ear, and slowly, the light faded as she seemed to fully regain consciousness. Her tail moved weakly behind her back, and Anolk could see it grip an empty teacup by its white handle.
“Are you okay?” Anolk whispered, concerned. “Are you hurt?”
The girl blinked. “I’m… fine.” she finally said. “Who… Who are you?”
“I’m Anolk! I saw this ship you’re on from afar, and it looked like you were in trouble, so, I came to help. What’s your name?”
“…My name.” the girl’s eyes suddenly widened, as a terrifying doubt appeared on her face. “…My…! My name!” her breathing accelerated. “Cyl…! Cylia…? ...Derlassia. My name is Derlassia.” she sighed of relief, though Anolk’s concern grew. “Do you remember anything else aside your name?” he asked softly.
“N-No, I… I don’t think so.” Derlassia said weakly. “I… Where are we?”
“We’re on a ship.” Anolk repeated patiently. “You were locked inside a sphere full of water. I cut it down, and here you are. You don’t remember how you got here?”
“No, I… There was that… That voice talking to me… It was a strange creature, telling me I was… trapped here forever.”
“Uh, question here?” Shirlu intervened in the distance. “Does that creature look like uh, a giant green frog, with… impressive abs, and sitting on a cloud? Cross-legged?”
“Yes… Yes!” Derlassia shouted. “That’s exactly how it looks like!”
Anolk turned towards Shirlu, frowning. “How did you know, Shirlu?”
Shirlu gazed back at Anolk, looking slightly worried. “Uh…” he pointed towards the sky. “…Wild… guess?”
Finally realizing what Shirlu meant, Anolk gazed up, noticing a shape above the raining cloud.
1009 words. Hope I can go back to Monday releases. I'm certainly going to work towards those. Y'all take care of yourselves, as usual. -
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