Here’s something new I thought I’d try. It’s another blog where I’m going to try telling a story completely with poems, so feel free to come check it out. Here.
Let me tell you kids, your dad is strong. Super strong. Nothing can beat him. Even dragons go down with a single slice of my sword. There was only one time in his life that your dad has ever had trouble, and that was when he went against the dreaded, fifty foot tall diamond iron golem. It was a fight, and I almost lost, but your dad hacked and slashed with all his might, magnificently dodging each of its striking fists that were bigger than the biggest Gowrow by only a hair. After days of fighting each other to nearly a draw, I finally got behind its massive beast of a head and chopped it right off. If I hadn’t, I’m sure that its next strike woulda killed me right then and there. And that’s the only reason I’m alive to tell the tale.
– Calib Sorenson’s bedtime story
Alright, time to slap my cheeks. I can do this. So what, the world is against me. That’s nothing new. It’s been like this the moment I first woke up. All that’s been added to that list is the big chance that people I know will turn against me at any given moment. Honestly, if I’m expecting it, it’s not that hard to handle. I just won’t give them the chance to cause any lasting damage with it. And judging by Nattiq’s attitude when he snapped out of it, he felt guilty. With that puppy face, I can’t really blame him for what happened. Next time it happens, though, I’m going to punch him in the face. I’ll deal with that later though, the problem of why he was possessed. I think I have an idea, but… No, let’s not deal with that right now.
Thank heavens that Oroesi is doing okay now. For a minute it was touch and go. I don’t think he would have survived if he didn’t have [thick skin]. For now, his bleeding has stopped and his wound is looking much better. I think a lot of luck comes from it being a clean slice.
I really wish he hadn’t protected me, but with out that, I think I would have died. This won’t do. I’m simply too unprotected in this state. Heck, anyone could waltz up and poke me, and I’ll shatter to pieces. Let’s fix that then. I reach out and grab some ice and knead it around with imaginary fingers.
Welcome to Seren Ynys Online
I blinked. It was a lot take in. Even though it was just the log in screen, it was almost overwhelming how intense the colors were, dyed mostly with a particular blue I felt I could almost get lost in if I stared at it too long. It really was unlike any color I had seen before. How did they make it like that? Blue Byd. It was like they did the impossible: inventing a never before seen color. Heck, I really don’t think that is possible. Haven’t they already filled in the color wheel?
I shook my head before I sunk any deeper and blushed when I realized my jaw had been open the whole time. This wasn’t time to appreciate colors. There were more exciting things to do. Like character customization. I flushed with excitement and turned my attention back to the screen.
“What are we doing here?” Lex leaned over to Ahmed and whispered. “Weren’t we going to storm the place?”
“And start a gang war?” Ahmed raised an eyebrow. “My good friend, you are far too anxious to be thinking clearly. My, my, what a papa bear you’ve become. I would have never guessed.”
Lex glared at him.
“Sit patient, Lex. In due time, you’ll have your son back.”
“How? You never said, just kinda rushed me out the door. And he’s not my son. Not really anyway.”
“Might as well be,” Ahmed coughed. “Mr. Palming, Mr. Palming. You should know by now that to me money is no object.” He rubbed the ruby on his finger. “Now let me say again, sit tight and in a bit, consider my debt to you to be finally repaid.”
Lex sighed as he shifted uncomfortably in the velvet seat and tried not to glare at the people around him.
“Mevin, you roat. Why’re you acting all jealous?” Lex gave a tired laugh. “Aw kant. You’re making me feel like drinking again. How long you been there, Rowan?”
“I heard it.”
“Hey, tell me. Did I go about this wrong?”
“You could’ve done it better.” Lex laughed again. Rowan leaned back against the wall and stared at him.
“He had a point, you know,” Lex said, “about always there, helping me out and all. I took him for granted. I never knew he felt like that.”
“He’s three years younger than you. Ever since you saved his life in Hong Kong back when you just started as a mercenary, he’s always followed after you. He always says your his hero, but it’s more than that. I think he was longing for you to be his big brother.”
“Jeck. There’s no way I could have seen him as that. Not then. Even now, it’s…” Lex said in a quiet voice.
“That’s cold, Hime. What makes Seven different?”
“At first, I thought it’d be the same. Someone asks me for help. I get a hunch if it is real. A sense of urgency, and I can’t stop thinking about it until I help them. It’s always on my mind, and if I ignore it, I know I’ll go crazy. So, I do my utmost to help them, get them to safety, and then leave, not really thinking about it again,” he paused.
“Hey, Boss! You gotta visitor.” Ahmed Mubai jumped in his chair.
“Feckless brack! Jace! I told you never to do that.”
“Do what?” Jace said leaning against the door frame picking at his nails.
“Pop up outta nowhere like that. I hope you realize how lucky you are to be alive right now,” Mubai waved the laser pistol in his hand. “Could shot the base offal right outta ya.”
“No ya wouldn’ta. Ya love me too much.”
“No. Really. I hate you.” Mubai took out a cloth and began wiping down the gun.
“Ya keep me around, though.”
“You just happen to be hard to get rid of. If there was anyone else with better skills than yours, I woulda gotten rid of you long, long ago.”
“Speaking a people with skills, why ya never get Rowan on ya side?”
“Rowan? Rowan Grovenski? As in Cakeman Grovenski? Are you kidding?” Mubai grimaced. “He wouldn’t listen one bit to me. Too stuck following Lex Palming. Not that I hate the guy, jus’ he’s much too talented at finding good people.”
“Woah! It’s so cool! How do they get it all to stay up like that?” Seven’s eyes sparkled as they climbed up to the first level catwalk.
“Skill. It’s all skill. Humans can build just about anything anywhere. How do you think that they got some rich kids living on the moon?”
“People are living on the moon?”
“Yeah. A couple years back, a few very rich families from New Poland and the CNA decided that Earth was in a hopeless state. They banded all their money together to make a colony on the moon. Been up there ever since. Nobody thinks they can last much longer though. The food shuttles aren’t cheap.”
“That’s just weird.”
“Yeah, I think so too, but I hear the swimming pool up there’s fun. Hey look at this.” Basalt pointed out a booth showcasing wrought scrap metal in the shapes of dragons and fighter planes.
“He made those?” Seven said pointing at the man behind the booth.
“Looks like it. Oh, over there they have handmade banjos! Always wanted one of those. They’re rare now days. Hang out around here. I’m gonna go get one,” Basalt said before disappearing into the crowd.
Seven browsed through the stalls, not noticing that he had wandered up to the higher level catwalks. They spiraled around in circles and crisscrosses making it difficult to realize when one had ascended a level. Before he realized it, he was high above the ground, lost, and had no clue where Basalt was. He wandered around in a slight panicked confusion.
“Shall we go?” Basalt asked. Seven nodded.
“Alright, off we go, then. HOLD ON!” he yelled as he hoisted Seven up by the waist and took a flying leap off the edge of the terrace. Basalt whooped in delight as they fell. Seven screamed his head off while trying to hold on for dear life.
Basalt landed nimbly on a passing flying bus, taking a few running steps to absorb the force of the fall. Seven had slipped out of Basalt’s hands during the landing. He rolled uncomfortably close to the edge of the moving vehicle. He stared terrified at that dizzying view several hundred feet in the air. His stomach churned, and the contents forced its way up and over the edge. Seven scrambled away.
“How was your first taste of car hopping? Fun, wasn’t it?”
“Why would you do that? I practically died! Did you see that? Did you see how close I came to the edge? You dropped me!”
“You looked like you were having fun to me. See, I knew you’d enjoy it.” Basalt waltzed over and helped Seven stand up.
“Well then, you’re gonna love this!” Basalt snatched Seven up by the waist.
Seven squirmed around in his arms while screeching, “NonononoNONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” as he leapt off the edge once more.
Seven let himself fall from the ceiling. He landed gently on the floor and reached down, picking up the paper crane. He looked back up in the direction that Sven had went.
“What was that?” he said quietly. “How am I supposed to react?”
Seven noticed something. A few minutes ago, he could hardly hold himself together. He could feel himself falling apart. But now, after listening to Sven, he felt… better. He was still shaky, but not like the world was collapsing in on him.
He turned and punched a wall. What was with these people. They kept sending him mixed signals. Was it alright for him to be here or not?
“Stop confusing me!” he said, leaning his flushed face against the cold, smooth wall.
A thought came to him that made him frown. Even with how painful being in Pandora had been, at least it had been simple. He knew what people thought of him, he knew his place, and he knew what his place was. Everything now was so much more complicated. He didn’t know any of those things anymore. Maybe that was the reason that he felt like everything was falling apart.
Rowan leapt off his warbike as soon as he entered the cargo bay from outside. He hurried up the latter to the second floor.
“Heva, is she alright?” he said as soon as he saw someone.
“Not too good. Howll just took her to see Lois. Looks like a bullet hit the bike and shrapnel tore up her left side,” Caleb said. Rowan gritted his teeth.
“Anyone else get hurt?”
“Well, Barry hit his head when the warhead slammed, but he’s fine. Juleka’s swearing her head off with how much damage that did.”
They looked up as Basilisk climbed down the ladder next to them.
“That was the scariest moment of my life!” the sniper said.
“You say that every time,” Sven said as the group of turret gunners rounded the corner.
“I could have died!”
“But you didn’t,” Klark said. “You’re breathing just fine.”
“A bullet slammed into the deck two inches from my face! TWO inches!”
“You’re such a baby, Bask. When are you gonna grow up?” Deheu smirked.
“Caleb!” Bask said. “Tell them to stop teasing me! Why does everyone tease me?”