Yami Shorts

 Dehumanization  When she woke up next she saw Chashathrophogh watching her through the bars of the door. “Don’t do it!” She tried to say but she did not. The words just would not reach her mouth. Which told her one thing; it was already too late. She could do nothing but watch as she slipped out of the bed. “We are going to the marketplace to gather some supplies. Can I trust you to keep him under control?” No! Don’t let me out. It’s not me! It’s not me! “I don’t know. I saw Dark Lord Gajellidor come here last night.” Suddenly she saw the crocodile tears coming down her cheeks. “A-and I couldn’t stop him from telling him everything!” Chashathrophogh nodded as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s alright. Zarry has had the same experience. Yet, we must be off.” Suddenly she heard the laughter flood her head. “I’m going to have such good fun with this!” No! Please, stop it! “Oh no. Your suffering is far too hilarious!” ‘Hilarious’? What is so funny about all this? “All suffe...

 The Dark Lord Departs It was night and wrote down all her thoughts in her journal. It was the only thing keeping her sane. It was the only way that she could put her thoughts out and get her emotions in line. Yet she could not help but feel lonely in her cell. She felt so alienated from her own body and trapped in it. She looked up at her sleeping uncle. She thought about all of his past actions. She thought about all he had put her through. Then all about what her father put him through. She wondered if this was how he felt. If this was why he did all that he did with her. All that he trained her to do. Yet, she suddenly noticed that the whole ship had become silent. She could not even hear Chashathrophogh’s regular shouting at Cerpheres for annoying him. She also noticed that the atmosphere of the ship had suddenly become strange. Almost like there was no one on the ship. However, she looked down at the rodents that had made themselves on the ship. They were all on the ground l...

 Desperation When Strena woke up the next day she noticed that all her wounds were healed. She felt a cold cuff around her ankle. She looked down with a sting of sorrow in her heart to see the chain and the bed. She saw that all her weapons had been taken off her. She curled up and wept. Why? Why did you do that? Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do to you? “Nothing! I just wanted to get to my dear old rival’s poor, poor host!” Will you go away when he goes away? “No.” Her brain was flooded with laughter. She curled up tighter as she covered her ears, hoping that it would drown out the sound. Yet it did nothing. It only made the laughter louder and louder and louder. “I think that I can have way too much fun with you! After all, I can tell that you are going to grow up to be beautiful women and beautiful women can be used to be a great and deadly weapon. Yes, I can use you to send so many men to their deaths. I can use your body to kill their loyalty before I send them all...

 The Power Of Kitsuné Ryu  They were about to go back to the ship when Strena felt Kitsuné Ryu switch with her. Her head raised as a smile spread across her face painfully wide. She could feel him cause her heartbeat to increase with excitement as she felt a wild surge of the dark joy that Dark Lady Grasharlo brought out of her. “Well Wolfox! Did you like what I made the precious little niece of that host of yours do?” He sneered in a painfully high pitched voice. That was when Zaryb turned back to him. He too had that very same smile on him. What are you going to do? You’re not going to make me kill him too, are you? She thought, feeling her heart sink. Please no. My daddy and grandparents have hurt him enough. Don’t let me add to that. That was when his laughter flooded her head again. That was when she felt him bring the memory of Roqaur to her mind. “Didn’t he want that? Doesn’t he want you to kill him?” But- “Why? Are you challenging me, little old fox dragon?” “Is there...

 Blood And Tears  It had been half a day since Kitsuné Ryu had put blood on her hands. She still felt the surge, she still saw the faces and heard the screams and cries of the children. She still saw the eyes of those that looked at her. Like she was a monster. Yet, she had to admit to herself, she had been ever since she got the scar on her face. She could not help but think about the echoes of her parents in her mind. She could not help but feel ashamed at the mere thought of her mother. Yet she still did not see her fully in her mind, like a sieve. Yet she knew that she would not be getting an answer to what could have happened between her mother and father. Not now, not for a long time. If ever. Yet her feet rested, yet again, upon the sand. She could feel the sharp pebbles cut into her foot but she walked on and on. She could feel the pain in her feet. Yet her mouth remained shut. She could see a light ahead of her in the hut. She could see the thatched roof had a chimney...

 The Small Tribe Strena sat in the corner quietly writing down her adventures in the Archipelago that they had to pass through in the past couple of months. She remembered how she and Chashathrophogh had their faces yellow and the symbol that was painted on their foreheads. She wondered why Cerpheres never explained the meaning behind the yellow face paint. Yet, part of her, did not want him to. No, with Kitsuné Ryu inside her, she did not want to have the hope within her. They came to a small island where they all got up and, wanting to spread their legs, they docked. Cerpheres dropped the anchor. They all got into a small boat and rowed themselves to the shore. They soon rowed to the small island. She looked up to see the little treehouses. None had walls but they did have roofs. Made of wood and bamboo. There were also small buildings on the ground which were beautiful green combs with brown walls. Then she saw the crops and the fruit trees. She saw children running to and fro s...

 Leaving  They all met up when the sun started to set. They all had finished packing the last of their things up, then they walked up to the restaurant near the docks. Then they all bought their food, mostly chicken with salad. Yet Leonardo had pasta bolognese with extra garlic with cheese sprinkled on top. They started eating as they all got this usual juice. That was when Chashathrophogh placed the book on the table. “What is this?” Purred Cerpheres. “What I think he’s cooking.” He read it and he could not look any more bored even if he was paid. Yet he put it back down; he had a more focused look than he pretended to be. Bash read it and her eyes narrowed as she glanced at Zaryb and Strena. Then Leonardo read it as he finished it he almost choked on his chicken. Cerpheres had to whip to his aid and quickly dislodged it from his throat. Then it was able to go down the right hole. That was when Strena and Zaryb read it. “‘Frees any living creature from any animate or inanimat...

 Resources  They had been on the ocean a good couple of weeks before they came to the last isle in the Archipelago. They were able to pass all the rest before their resources started to run out. So they had to pull up to a doc. Yet both Chashathrophogh and Bash could not help but feel dread at what Dark Lord Gajellidor would have left there. After all, she knew that he would not pass up the chance to delay them getting closer to him. Yet she could not help but feel like there was a reason that both him and Dark Lady Grasharlo were going to the places that they were. “What is it?” “Do you think that they are gathering ingredients?” “What?” “He was in the Desert Planes for over a year, then Animéga and now this? It seems like they are having to stay in places for a specific amount of time. So do you think that he stays in these places because he has to? In order to get what he needs from these places?” He looked on as he walked on and nodded. “What do you think it is?” “I don’t...

 The New Ship  They soon entered a small market. The first thing that they did was look at the row of ships for sale. They soon walked to the salesman. “How much for your cheapest ship?” Chashathrophogh asked. “What about the strongest?” “Do we not have magic?” “I know! What about your most colourful?” “That’s alright. The most colourful is the cheapest.” “And how much will that be?” He pointed to a ship the size of a street and the width of five British houses. The whole ship was painted with all the colours under the sun making the eye water and Chashathrophogh cringe. “Is there another cheap one? Preferably in black.” “Yes. But a woman already bought that.” “Who?” “I dunno, but she had a man with her and they looked just like him but with crimson eyes.” He said, pointing at Cerpheres. At this they looked at the man with a mix of shock and alarm. “And how long ago was that?” “Three days ago.” “We need that ship!” Chashathrophogh called quickly, swallowing his pride and cring...