Yami Shorts

 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...

 The Face Paint Prophecy  They all had been walking for a whole day and a half, including a good night’s sleep, when they came to another tribe. Their homes were tents made of leather and in the shape of combs. The people had dark skin and joyful narrowed brows eyes. They all wore thin clothes which showed their skin, but keeping their private spots covered. The women were covered in bright colourful beads and the men were clothed in feathers. “Ahh! This is a peaceful tribe and joyful regardless of what happens. They are also very welcoming. Ah yes I had such fun with them!” Cerpheres smiled and laughed. “In what way?” Both Bash and Chashathrophogh asked with raised eyebrows. He smiled innocently as he waved his hand. “Oh don’t worry! It was perfectly innocent! Them and my beloved crew partied all night long.” That was when a group of girls came up to Bash and Strena and took their hands. They pulled them down gently. Then they dropped several necklaces made up of red, purple ...

 The Cave Underwater  The first thing that both Bash and Chashathrophogh were grateful for was the break from the intense heat. “Oh my! Are you smiling?” Chashathrophogh rolled his eyes. “What?” Cerpheres smiled lazily as he looked away. “You know, you could attract more women if you just smiled more!” At this he growled. “Same goes for Bashy!” This caused them both to growl. He raised both his hands and shrugged. “What! I’m just saying!” “Well, for one thing, we are here to fight both Gajellidor Darcrogh and Grasharlo, so we don’t have time for that. And for another, she is going to be taken if we don’t take care of King Skipher or the moment she turns eighteen if Wolfox is out of her.” “I know, I know!” “Who’s that my pet?” Asked an aged man. “Seems like people! But that doesn’t make any sense! There have never been people here for ever and ever…” That was when the old man walked out. He had black hair and steel grey streaks. He had maddened wild grey eyes. “Ahh! So there is...

 Sunburnt Side Effects  They had been walking for over an hour and the heating and the heat had been beating down upon Bash, Chashathrophogh and Cerpheres hard. Their faces had become scarlet and flaky. Their skin felt hot yet their bodies inside felt cold as ice. They were coated in sweat and as they went on, soon became drenched in it. “Are you alright?” Leonardo asked. Chashathrophogh shook his head. “Do you?” He looked up at him along with Bash with determination in their eyes. Yet he, for some reason, felt fearful for his life if he continued to pry. So he dropped it. “Chash’, we need to get you out of the sun!” “Shut up! I can still make it too!” That was when his face changed to that of a sneer. “If you say so! Although, if you die then I will have him all to myself!” That was when Strena's face changed too. “Not so fast! We’ll both die if that happens!” He shrugged passively as he pulled out his tiny daggers. She pulled out some of her own. “Come on! It’s been forever ...

 The Next Isle  They all rowed and rowed as Cerpheres hummed away as he played his violin along with Strena, who was getting better. “Will you quit it!” Bash and Chashathrophogh snapped. Strena jumped slightly. “What! I’m only keeping up morale.” “No you are not. Also, don’t hide behind Strena.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Prove it!” Both of them rolled their eyes. “Not convinced? Alright!” He then looked at Strena. “Do you know any more songs?” She looked down and frowned. “I dunno…never thought about it.” “See you’re keeping up with your lessons.” “Yes. It’s the only thing that keeps the feeling of dirtiness away.” “Good girl.” She smiled slightly shyly. “Why don’t you sing something?” “Don’t entertain him.” She looked down for a moment but then her eyes lit up and brightened up. “Go on! Go for it!” That was when Chashathrophogh and Zaryb took a warning glance at him. “Urm…” She frowned for a moment. “Hero of past, In the time of the Black, Did he last, Surviving each, every attack! “...

 The Ship On They all walked to the ship. It was made of a bright wood and sails. They stayed on the shop for four weeks. All of which were filled with dry hot days. Which caused Bash and Chashathrophogh and Cerpheres to drink their sun protection potion. Yet both Chashathrophogh and Bash had to take more. Yet upon the last day when the moon rose full and bright in the nourishing cold night. They could see all the stars scattered with four clouds of many colours all around the night sky. That was when they heard the screams of a man. Screams of pain. Yet as Bash ran on, the screams stopped. Then followed by a howl. She looked at Chashathrophogh, knowing what that meant with a dropping stomach. Then they heard the screams coming from below. They both ran down the stairs, as they did the running passengers pulled them back but they pushed on and on and on as the rest of the passengers all rushed for safety. Yet they heard more and more screaming, coming from below. That was when they...