Cassandria the Assassin: The One Who JudgesAfter what seemed like an hour, Raven and I gave in for the search and sat down against trees. I sat with knees up and head lolling against the bark. Where we were escaped me, we could have been anywhere on this continent by now. I couldn't hear the sea either. "I think Advisor Wood was fooling us when he gave us that letter. Stupid riddle." Raven scowled and fiddled with one of her daggers. She twisted and turned the dagger into the soil like a drill. "I wonder how my other students are doing, back in the Olympion Flatlands. Good?" Her eyes met mine and expectantly stared.
"Well... I've survived." I smiled and touched my stomach wound. It didn't ache as bad back in the kingdom, but pain surged through my body still.
Raven didn't smile, "You did. I'm just worried that I won't go back to a class after this."
"Probably some people in the kingdom will enrol?" I asked.
"Maybe. If a majority have been slain." She sighed and rutted her brows hopelessly, "That means I'll have to teach basics.
Europa: How the first war started pt1Europa: How the first war started pt13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
***Copyright of Europa and Matsudaria***
Setting: Europa - Lunaris and Solaris Hierarchy
Year: 900 (A few days before the first war)
1st person view: Matriarch Pentadictux. The 1st hand of Khethix.
How calm. The Hierarchy. 'Would you give up everything to live in such a peaceful place?' That's what I was asked, and by the Abyss I don't regret it for a second. I stood proud with my hands cupped behind my back, tickling the acute point of my ebony sabre. I watched from the marble balcony as every knight below went about their daily life. Some ready for sleep; some ready for night duty and some ready for one last martial spar. It was a pleasant sight from up here; a white blanket went on for miles ahead across the mountainous range. I could never tire from its presence; every morning I am welcomed by it, and every night I am silenced by it. So subtle, yet so simple by its enrapturing colour. I stretched my arms to the boreal ledge o
Cassandria the Assassin Part 1My body was losing a lot of blood. The white quilt that was loosely wrapped around my body was soaked in the scarlet liquid. I had a battle with my endurance; I tested how much a person needed before unconsciousness took over. My serrated wounds were crossed with black and blue blemishes, each one telling a short story of how they happened in almost an instant without mercy. I gritted my teeth and forcefully shook my head side to side, prolonging my knock out that should have been executed hours ago.Cassandria the Assassin Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Seeking comfort, I brought my sore legs up to my stomach, curling myself into a frail cocoon position. The pain that existed through my veins never ceased; it felt like my blood was replaced with crippling poison. My heart thumped my chest, wanting and longing for a break from the mixture of lingering adrenaline and hatred. I felt broken, yet I resisted. The smell of iron loitered in my nostrils and a putrid taste of phlegm bleached my throat. Every night after training, I was expected to
Nullification - Part 2It felt like my feet were cemented to the floor.Nullification - Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I couldn’t move. A second hand, even grimier than the first, reached over the edge of the corner. Then its besmirched head staggeringly revealed itself. Its jaw dangled freely and the insides of its mouth seemed charred. Two hoary eyes stared at the ground. Whether it stared with hatred, sadness or wonderment, I didn’t know. As the Defiler strenuously pulled itself from the wall, it lurched head-first to the floor. Its skull split. A line of dark red liquid spilled from its nose and branched out.
That was easier than expected. I lowered my wrench, feeling a wave of relief wash through me.
By now, someone would have come down and found us, but if a Defiler got down here, then I was on my own. Well I wasn’t. Those observers back in the controls’ room were still alive.
Slowly, I turned, my eyes fixed on the still body of the Defiler. Stretching over the discarded boxes and clothes on the floor, I made my way to the h
Nullification - Part 3There must have been something I could have done.Nullification - Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I frantically rushed up to the control panel of the door and shot it a long, doubtful look. Locked, in red neon letter, covered the black input screen of the panel. The code was zero-zero-six-nine-one, I guessed from memory. Sometimes, when I got the slightest chance, I saw the guard and the observers punch in them numbers. An attempt was better than nothing. Swapping the wrench in my left hand, I pressed the big ‘zero’ button twice.
‘Error’ flickered on the input screen. “Access denied. Sector is currently on lock down. Please standby for sector administrator.” The mere words from the intercom struck me like a bludgeon to the temple. I glared down the panel with a mixture of fear and rage. There were two screws. One at the top and one at the bottom right of the panel. Two metal binders were on the left side. It can be opened, I figured. Maybe it could have been tampered with inside. I nee
Of Little GrimThere he stood hunchbacked, skinny, in fact bony if anything. He weighted an oversized clipboard in one set of phalanges, and a quill in the other, scribbling down gibberish and nonsensical circles and crosses on a three by three grid. He wore an ashen cloak; a baggy hood hauled over his blank eye sockets.Of Little Grim2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The most egotistic, if not most pompous and slightly comical, of his features was a huge badge pinned into the fabrics of his cloak. It proudly read, in bold letters, ‘LITTLE GRIM’.
His name reflected his weak stature. He was small, petite. A simple toss of a rock, or a pebble, would have placed him on his backside in seconds. In his mouth, where he bared his infamous gap-tooth, which was eye soaring, was a fat cigar. Despite it being unlit, the end smouldered a ribbon-like smoke. People had often wondered how such a cigar could seethe without a light. But after some intense musing, people had begun to suspect his incited anger which heated the cigar.
Little Grim had prob
The Minecrafter's PrayerOur Programmer, who art above the maximum building height, Notch be thy name, thy cobblestone fortress come, thy code be executed on our computers as it is on yours.The Minecrafter's Prayer5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Give us today our daily bread made of three bushels of wheat in a horizontal line, and forgive us our griefing, as we forgive those who grief against us.
Lead us not into fatally deep mineshafts, and deliver us from creepers, for thine is the coding and the l33tness, for ever and ever.
Interprequy - Dragon of FleshThere you are: pure, true. You have hatched through a soft crimson egg and rode the red sea through the scarlet gates. You grow and bare your teeth, your crown of hair. You spout your wings and become free.Interprequy - Dragon of Flesh2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It is until other dragons with blackened hearts come to you, that you lose your wings. You fall for their deceit. Pressure hones in on your pride, the gift of fire is remorselessly ripped from your heart. Nothing but smoke leaves your lungs. Like broken factory works, your insides breakdown.
Each breath, you unleash the cancerous poison to those who flew by you, laughed and breathed fire. Now, they look down from the limitless sky, eyes staring daggers and failure and hatred. To avoid your now blackened heart, they flee to purer air.
They leave you to rot.
To die on the ground.
As with each breath, the deathly herald draws closer. Its cold, intoxicating touch runs up your spine like fire licking string.
But, despite your black heart, you can grow your wings once more and heal. So wh
Cassandria the Assassin Part 2Awoken by the knocks at my door, I shot up out of my dream and back into my aching pain. My half open eyes came to the brass circular handle of the door, still rocking side to side. No voice came through, not even a sound and immediately I began to doubt my imagination. It must've been me. Rubbing my eyes, I slumped down to my pillow and tried to get some more sleep. The door knocked again with four consecutive taps, making a beat that was familiar. This time it wasn't my imagination. I called grumpily, "Hello?"Cassandria the Assassin Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's Gantis. I was just checking if you were awake."
"Well I am now." I said back and sighed into the pillow.
"Can I come in?" She asked, almost like it wasn't a matter of choice. I rolled my eyes and glared at the door handle, still waving side to side.
"Sure." I groaned and sat up with both arms straightened behind on the bed. The door slowly opened with Gantis slipping through. She wore her carmine-red robes, the waist lace fastened tightly and length reaching from neck to
Cassandria the Assassin Part 4There was something dark inside of me, some emotion that was hard to beat. I had to pull myself together. This wasn't an execution sentence; this was war, so why did I feel dead. We were halfway down the kingdom, at the t-bone junction of marble stairs. Each flight led to a different section of the kingdom. Abruptly, Faithful turned left with Nero, "See you two in a few months." She bided farewell in direction to Gantis. Like I would've cared if it was directed to me.Cassandria the Assassin Part 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The war might not even last that long," Gantis said positively.
"It's a war, Gantis. Let's get real," Faithful said with the intention of belittling Gantis. "I'll be sure to write, if I remember." She said and went, like I didn't exist. She didn't even bat the eyelid my way. No goodbye, no hug. Nothing. Sometimes I question whether she did this on purpose or not.
"Yes, I'm sure you will," Gantis said in a patronising manner. Faithful heard as her ear wigged, but didn't respond. At least that was that, I didn't have to se
One Who Masters Magic: PrologueOne Who Masters Magic: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Prophecy Worth Blood
Prophecy is both a gift and a curse. It can gift a man with insight into the future that can benefit all of mankind, but it can also curse him with knowledge that others will kill to obtain or to silence.
Terrand of Malorez, Master Prophet
429, Third Age
The sound of iron shod hooves clattering against cobblestones rang out as three dozen men rode hard toward a drab monastery nestled in a small grove of trees miles down the road. The men ignored the cold winter wind that bit at their cheeks and the looming darkness from the shortened days. They knew the way to their destination well and the simple road guided them even in the dim light. All of these men were dressed in expensive heavy plate armor with mail beneath and carried spears in their hand and a sword on their belt. Each wore the crest of their emperor upon their chest plate. The silver mountain and the four golden stars
Cassandria the Assassin Part 3It didn't take long, but suddenly, over the spring breeze and bird chirps, I heard the unbearable laughter of my sister rising up the stairs. The burnt shade of her brunette hair appeared, along with the face every man adored. I despised her, what she wore wasn't morning lunch material. Everything that wasn't private was exposed to the naked eye and what was hidden, she wore metallic plates over. My fist angrily shook on the table. I looked at the person next to her, laughing carelessly along. It was Nero, Omen's son. He wasn't the splitting image of him, but he still had the thin lips, sharp eyes and brown hair. He looked relatively handsome himself this morning. His crimson drapes and one-sided golden shoulder guard was a perfect match. They weren't my favourite colours mixed, but they brought out his pride and strength.Cassandria the Assassin Part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Next time we go horse riding, don't pick that horse!" Nero exclaimed through his laughing fit.
"Is it just because you lost?" Faithful sniggered and sat beside me.
The Magic PencilThe red lines struck two o’clock – in the morning.The Magic Pencil2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sleep seemed like an inevitable option. I blamed the horror movie, and the overconsumption of cheese, and the inability to shut the window to rid the terrible draft. Even worse, my daughter Alice, next door, seemed to be the fidget master of this square peg, round hole situation. Nothing but rumble after rumble, knock after knock on the wall.
I bet she was enjoying this. No sugar in her cup of tea in the morning, I thought evilly.
That will have shown her!
The clock turned one past two.
I gave it a baleful stare. At least it didn’t have to sleep. The irony of that, though, was the ‘sleep’ button on the side of the clock. Only if that button really sent me to sleep, then would my world be complete. Heck, that would have happened. I needed a miracle.
The wall knocked; again and again.
“Max.” My wife mumbled. I knew what she was hinting.
“Oh no. No, no, no. It’s your turn.
BladeThe sweet taste of painBlade3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lingering at the end of every nerve
Dripping blood like fresh drops of rain
This blade is the only master I serve.