Remnants of VvardenfellRemnants of Vvardenfell2 years ago in Drama
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"Relmyna! Relmyna, you need to get up!"
A familiar voice breaks the thick veneer of sleep in my mind. I open my eyes slightly to address the voice. My mother hovers over me, a wild, terrified look laying deep in her red eyes. Her hands soon yank back my blanket and grab my from my groggy stupor. Father approaches and puts a hand on the doorjamb, his hair and beard covered with slag. I squint, confusion being washed away by pure dread.
A mighty rumbles bursts from the bowels of Nirn, and tosses my footing awry, slamming me into the wall. My shoulder screams at the impact and my head rebounds off of the wall. My vision is obfuscated, and I reach up to wipe my eyes, to dispel some left-over sleep. Father is on the floor when I completely come to, blood trickling over his face, leaving a crusted wake on the soft wrinkles in his grey skin.
Mother runs a hand across his hair, loosening some soot from it, her fingers sticky with blood. She looks at me, eyes wide, bleary with tears. "Relmyna,"
Rapture: Part 2 prologuePart 2: PrologueRapture: Part 2 prologue3 years ago in Drama
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Father, I am writing this diary so Mother doesn't find it. No one remembers paper down here, or
they have trouble finding it. Father, I miss you. Mother is trying to "break" something. She calls it
my "conditioning," but there is no conditioner here. Rapture has turned to shambles since you...you...
Andrew Ryan is dead and his son was the one who killed him! Apparently he "had to" or something,
but then he tried to kill Frank Fontaine! My Sisters saved him though when he was injured.
Yes, my Sisters. I sense them, all of them. Father, I want to bring you back. But until then, I am
trapped here and living my life through my Sisters.
I don't know how long it's been since I saw you Father. All I know now is I see Rapture as how it truly
is. I do not feel the need to drink ADAM anymore, but I still need it to survive. Mother has a plan, I
know it. I can see it every time she approaches me with the needle.
Father, I do not like it. I feel how much older I am. I feel...wr
Wishful ThinkingWishfull ThinkingWishful Thinking8 years ago in General Fiction
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"Natsuo-kun, what are you doing?" Youji asked sitting down beside his one-eyed partner. Said partner was busy stringing a seashell together with a few other items he had collected that day on the beach.
"Making a magic necklace." Natsuo answered calmly. "Isn't it cute!" he smiled. Examining the necklace he stood up and exclaimed, "It only needs one more item!"
"Where did you get the directions for this thing?" Youji asked taking the necklace. It was strung together with seaweed, it had a seashell, a horseshoe shaped rock, a dead dried fish, a button, and a piece of bark. To Youji it seemed anything but cute, but he wouldn't tell Natsuo that.
"Soubi." he answered shortly taking the necklace back. Youji remembered him saying something about a magic necklace, right after Natsuo tripped Ritsuka for the third time that day. Youji wasn't paying attention, so when Natsuo disappeared, he played in the ocean with Ritsuka and Yuiko.
"Oh! Well what's the last thing?" he asked, c
The Elder Scrolls: Dragonborn Legacy - 1The Elder Scrolls: Dragonborn Legacy - 11 year ago in General Fiction
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The sun glistened against the mammoth’s hide, almost tantalizingly. It was like she could already smell the blood beneath its fur, just waiting to be leaked out. Most of her kind were utterly vicious in the hunt. But she was patient and quiet, creeping up on the beast and panting thirstily. The mammoth lowed and turned its head, its trunk poking cautiously at the grass. It pushed at a bush, a green eye glinting in its direction. The beast roar as something seized its trunk, leaping onto its head with terrible claws.
The werewolf’s claws tore into its ears, teeth chewing and digging at its neck. Razella was overcome with euphoria as she tasted the first of the blood, holding on stubbornly as the mammoth thrash about. But then she heard it, rapid and heavy footsteps.
He had been atop the nearby hill, against the wind. A giant, uglier than usual, with a bald head and a puffy grey face beneath his inhumanly small eyes. A mammoth tusk club dragged the groun