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I have an idea for a story. A collab story. I'll post the first bit, and anyone who wants to can add on after that! You can write as much or as little as you wish, just make sure that you can see the last post before you put anything up.
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The glowing sun beat down, it's rays like talons of fire raking across the little valley. The sky was clear, and a few birds wheels across it, probably looking for food in the barren landscape.
submitted by Rae
(October 22, 2017 - 12:55 pm)
(October 22, 2017 - 12:55 pm)
So we can just add on whatever? YAYYY!
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Tez barely noticed the scenery. It had already been scorched into his eyes. He was only looking for one thing—and he shut everything else out. It helped him focus. Helped him stay alive.
(October 22, 2017 - 3:35 pm)
(October 22, 2017 - 7:43 pm)
The monsters had been chasing him for days, and the only thing that could ward them off was glass, glass that hung from a special wind chime. A wind chime that dangled off of a branch of a tree that was 7 miles away from where Tez stood, except he had no idea in which direction. He was desperate, to say the least. At least there was an abundance of water.
(October 23, 2017 - 2:44 pm)
The river he had been following flowed down from the surrounding mountains. Mountains... where it's cool... More than anything, he wanted to set up camp and rest in the shade. Maybe shoot a bird and eat some real meat for the first time in days. Tez let his mind rest in the slump of reverie for a few seconds, then focused again on reality. The last time he had camped, the monsters had almost caught up with him. Tez winced at the memory of the horror. Eight grey, hairless beasts; their skin shrivled and wrinkled around there skulls and drooping around their bones. He had barely managed to get away. The deep scratch on his shoulder twinged; a reminder to keep walking.
He could almost see the Kagi wind chime shimmering in front of him; broken glass clinking together to make a tinkling music. He had to get the charm...or else his sister would never be avenged, and he would be devoured by monsters in the middle of nowhere.
(October 23, 2017 - 5:14 pm)
Kagi was what Rosy said. I looked it up, and it is actually some type of stocks chart :P smart Rosy! You're turning into a little Turtle Wexler.
(October 23, 2017 - 5:29 pm)
Tez tried to block the memory of his sister, it would only distract him from his misson, but despite his best eforts the memory was called up and remembered.
He was only six, his sister ten years old. She laughed before him, her long brown hair dancing in the breeze outside the house. She was wearing her favorite blue dress with the yellow flowers on it. Her deep green eyes sparkled as she smiled down at him.
"No silly....."
Tez was ripped from the memory as the beasts howled in the distance, it was getting dark, he had to hurry.
(October 23, 2017 - 6:14 pm)
I can't stop. I can't stop. His foosteps became a pulsing rhythm. Tez knew that if he stopped now, he wouldn't be able to get up again. His pack jostled on his back and against his neck. He thought of the 3 lone scuppenines wrapped in his sister's scarf, carefully tucked away next to a picture of his parents and a fabric yellow sunflower which was slowly unraveling from where it had been ripped off her dress...
Tez squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to start running. The howls in the distance rose into the sky and sank with the sun. The rentlentless heat was quickly dropping into freezing cold, and his sweat was already freezing on his neck.
A flash of sparkly blue and sunflower yellow danced in his imagination.
I'm doing this for you.
It finally began to set in that he probably wouldn't make it back.
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I picture Tez looking like Jordan Fisher for some reason. Make of that what you will. I also have no idea what is happening, but its dramatic, so there :)
(October 23, 2017 - 9:13 pm)
Just as the sun began to set, the bloodthirsty howls filled the blood red sky. Tez tried to run faster but his body wouldn't let him. His feet were scraped up and tired, his lungs felt like bursting, and his heart was thumping uncontrollably. Tears streaked his face dirty as he ran for his life, dodgiing branches, running through brambles until he heard a whisper in his ear. He looked wildly about, but no one was near him and yet a voice was speaking to him.
"Keep running, but not away from the monsters. Towards them. Follow the water, Tez, follow the water."
Tez didn't turn directions.
"No! I won't! They'll kill me...Like they did my..." his voice faltered. A large lump formed in his throat and he said no more.
"Your sister? Come Tez, you must trust me. Follow the water. Turn around and follow the water," the voice replied, then disappeared.
Tez immediately tripped and face planted into a small creek. He got up, wiped the mud off his face, and slowly got up. Should I really turn back? Should I?
Then Tez looked at the creek. Follow the water. He slowly walked towards the water, then walked along the water side, down stream.
After an uneventful hour, Tez started hearing screams. It sounded like the monsters. Tez skittered closer. The screams sounded closer and closer until it sounded like it was right behind a clump of trees. Then he heard a mans voice.
"Com'on you bloody creature, come taist some steel."
Tez peeked through the shrubbery to be greated by one of the monsters. It lept onto Tez and bowled him over then started clawing at his chest. The creature suddenly became limp. Then the mans voice said,
"You're welcome. You know, you should be more careful next time. They can be dangerous."
The man held out his hand then helped Tez up. Tez looked suspiciously at him then asked,
"Who are you?"
The man answered as he put his finely created sword into its scabbard, "I'll answer that later. Right now we need to get going. The rest will be coming shortly."
Tez straitened his shirt out, then slowly followed the mysterious man.
(October 24, 2017 - 3:19 pm)
Tez stumbled, but the mysterious man guided him to his feet. He was so exhausted that he stopped thinking logically, and only picked out random details; the way the dead branches slowly rose up around him as they left the short stretch of desert; the way the moon relfected off of the stranger's iron gray hair. The painful gouge on his shoulder from his first run-in with the beasts was aching steadily now, and he tried to let his thoughts wander away from the pain, but they kept wanting to go back to the night of his sister's Decima. His people celebrated their ages ever 5 years, and someone's Decima or Decimus was a very important time. If Tez had stayed with his people a few more months before setting out, he would have celebrated his Quintus Decimus.
Right behind him, the monsters howled again. The man muttered a curse.
"Idiot. Let them catch up to you. Now we have to make it to the Kagi tonight." Tez opened his mouth to say something. Anything. A retort, a question. "Who the heck are you?" Came to mind.
(October 24, 2017 - 5:02 pm)
So the age thing is kind of weird...y'all can add on to it. I was thinking that the first number + last number is the equivalent of the last age age celebration. So Tez=at least 15
(October 24, 2017 - 5:49 pm)
The mans face looked sternly at Tez, then seeing his expression, scared and with a dash of anger, started laughing uncontrollably until his eyes watered. Tez stared at him with surprise. Finally the man quieted down and said, "I'm sorry my boy, I have been in a cross mood and took it out on you," he then proceeded to wipe his feace with the sleeve of his shirt. Tez hadn't really noticed the look of the mysterious Man until now. He was tall, quite handsome, had dirty blond hair, looked about 36, had plates of ratty armor, the color of a deep rusty red, and a long sword of the finest kind.
The man continued, " To answer you're question, I am Sol. And who might you be?"
"I'd rather not disclose that, thanks," Tez replied indignantly.
Sol chuckled again and grinned
"Come now lad, tell me you name. I told you mine!"
Tez hesitated, but then said, "Tez. My name is Tez."
"Tez?" Sol laughed, "What kind of name is that?"
"Oh and Sol is any different."
"Ohh that was a-" Sol's sentence was cut short by a blood curdling shriek.
Sol straitened up then grabbed the hilt of his sword.
"Tez, run. Start running!" he yelled as two large monsters burst through the trees.
Tez stood still, trying to decide to help Sol out or not but another yell from Sol decided for him.
"Run!"
And so he did.
(October 24, 2017 - 8:18 pm)
Okay thanks! I wasn't trying to be nitpicky, I just wanted to know for later reference.
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Tez stumbled into the darkness. Behind him, Sol yelled, and one of the beasts growled a retort. At least a dozen howls answered it. Tez shivered. He knew he had given up his safety the second he stepped into the Barren Country, but still...nothing had prepared him for this. He had imagined himself leaving the last village full of desperation and a determined death wish, then traveling swiftly across the desert, claiming one of the shards of Kagi glass, and then...
and then he would kill as many of them as possible. Instead, he had almost died. Twice. And tonight made for a third night.
Tez felt weak and sick; the pain from his shoulder pulsing constantly and disracting his focus.
Focus.
In the distance, one of the beasts wimpered. Tez wanted to turn around and rise up to help Sol. That's what the hero would have done.
Tez set out to be the hero. He wasn't sure what he became.
Humbled?
Wise?
Neither seemed to fit. What about sick and tired?
That seemed like the better answer. Tez longed for one of his mother's fresh, homemade rolls, still warm as he dipped it into a smooth, sugary bowl of milk and maple syrup. Or maybe a vole that he had shot, his father standing behind him, commenting on his aim.
No. Focus.
He was a long way from home. A very long way. It seemed almost as if he had traveled into the ancient times, when the Kagi was still whole, where brave warriors still fought with swords and were still protecters of the innocent, where danger and adventure thrived.
Tez suddenly realized his feet had stopped moving. He tried to find his rythem; the constant pace that kept him running...running...always running.
His shoes scraped up sand as he stumbled further.
You have to keep going. To keep running.
His thoughts were becoming cloudy again and the pain was writhing at the back of his mind.
Running. Running. Always running.
Then something crashed in the dead tree limbs behind him.
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Okay. Sorry. That was REALLY long. I just kind of get...carried away :P
(October 26, 2017 - 7:34 pm)
I posted, just above the following comments.
(November 2, 2017 - 2:28 pm)
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(November 2, 2017 - 2:28 pm)
Wait, so Rae sad that the windchime was the only thing that could ward off the monsters. How can Sol kill them with his sword? Is his sword made of the same glass?
(October 25, 2017 - 1:21 pm)