Yami Shorts

 The Adventure In The Temple  They had been walking back to the camp and were walking at a good pace. Yet Strena could not help but rub the wrist where her cuff had been. It still felt strange not having there and still feeling it. However she knew that she would have to get used to it. She hoped that the sensation of it being there would wear off before she missed it. However her thoughts turned over what Cerpheres had said. That there was someone out there that, as far as she knew, had nothing to do with her that wanted her dead. Whoever it was, she suspected, had something to do with the man that she keeps seeing herself kill on her recurring dream. Maybe that man was real? If so, then why would he be in her parents’ bed? “Ma-” That was when the ground opened up underneath her. She screamed as she fell. That was when Cerpheres dove in after her. He wrapped her arms around her and looked at the ground. Suddenly she felt their fall become slower and slower and slower until th...

 The Assassination Plot They were on the road, it was early in the morning and they were getting close to the camp. “You know there were black Smiths that can-” “Yes, I do and I do want to find one who can make weapons for Uncle Zaryb and Bash.” He smiled. “They would like that!” “Exactly!” Cerpheres chuckled. “Aren’t you the opportunist, eh?” She smiled shyly. “Not really. I’m doing it for someone else!” “Come on! There’s nothing wrong with being an opportunist, or taking full advantage of all your options!” “But what if I end up like my father?” “You won’t!” She frowned.  “How could you know?” “I know you!” “How?” “Oh please! After over three years you do tend to get to know a guy or girl, in your case!” “Didn’t we spend one of those trapped in a dream?’ “Does it matter?” She frowned as she looked down. “No, I guess not!” “See?” Her eyes narrowed. “Wonder what I should do after all of this?” “I dunno, but I know that it’s got to be great.” “Alright!” She was about to open h...

 The Dragon’s Revenge  After taking a look break they were back on the road. They walked out of the breaking of the trees where the market was a few days ago, only to find that it was an open space. Only the exposed cobbled ground. So they walked on as Strena looked up at the beach and saw a shadow of a dragon in the sky. “What is it?” “This is the longest time I have been without Uncle Master Zaryb and I still feel the cuff.” He nodded. “Well! Get used to it! But don’t get boring, will you? Or I might have to kill you!” He sang as he draped himself over her. She let out a sigh, cringing slightly. “Do I have a break?” “No!” He laughed. She let out a sigh as he pulled her in as he pulled out a star and pressed it to her neck. Suddenly she remembered the morning when that guy came to take revenge on her and he killed him and what he said after. He looked at her in her eyes and let the hand drop. “I see you remember why. That’s good. That’s good. So please, remember that if you d...

 The Old Lady  Strena and Cerpheres were on the road going back to where the camp was, when a strange sweet aroma entered their nostrils. It made them both smile and they felt their saliva build. It was like honey and chocolate. It even made their stomachs rumble and reminded them how they had not had breakfast nor lunch. Yet, the more they sniffed, it caused their minds to become foggy and fuzzy. Almost like they were asleep with their eyes wide open. Their minds became blank and their thoughts became difficult to reach. Even though their alarm bells were going off, they ignored them. Soon their bodies moved towards the scent, almost on their own. Yet their bodies seemed to move slowly almost like they were walking in a dream. Their stomachs churned as they moved closer and closer to where it was coming from. They soon came to a small cottage. It had very trimmed bushes for a fence and a single small wooden gate. Ahead of them was a stony walkway made up of slabs of slate goi...

 A Bandit’s Job The first thing that they did was go for the bandits, only to be pushed back and then thrust to the ground. Both felt the ropes digging into their wrists. Strena curled her lip with anger and Cerpheres curled his lip with annoyance and disappointment as they were carried on and on. It was clear that they were out of the town and in a forest. “What do you want with us? Are you here to get revenge on what Father has done?” They all looked at her with a deep frown that told her that it was not the case. “No!” “What’re you on!?” “Who even is that?” “You know, Brite, she does look a lot like the lost princess of the Desert Planes!” “As if Jeph! Just look at her! She’s an assassin! Would the Lost Princess of the Desert Planes be an assassin ?” “Ah!” “What do you want then?” “Well, you're Questers, aren’t you?” “Yes.” “Well, there’s a tomb that has treasure !”  “And we want you to get it!” Of course! Why else are we being taken to a strange place? Yet Cerpheres’s ey...

 Setting Out For  A Wedding Gift Strena woke up to see the sky slowly starting to become light. She watched as the dark blue gave way to orange and red with a hint of purple, pink and green all mixed it like smoke. She lay there still as the sun started to peak above the horizon. She watched it rise higher and higher until it had risen round and beautiful. Yet it continued to rise and she slipped up, not taking her eyes off the display once.  She soon saw the sun leave the horizon when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She was about to scream when Cerpheres’s hand covered her mouth. “Shhh!” “What?” She hissed, trying not to punch his face. “Come with me.” “Why?” Before she had the opportunity to protest he was already picking her up. Then walked to the edge of the camp when- “Where are you taking her?” Asked Chashathrophogh. “To get a good wedding gift for dearest Zarry and Bashy!” “And why are you taking her?” “To help me. Why, wanna come?” Chashathrophogh opened his mouth...

 Bad News, Good News  A Journal Entry  2nd Monday Eleventhmoon (November) 518 Years After The Fifth Age Of Legends  After several months of having Kitsuné Ryu in me, I have been freed. It was the most horrendous thing that I had experienced in my life, not even when Dark Lady Grasharlo used me to resurrect herself was that bad. He had used my body to kill so many people that it still sickens me. I still see their faces in my nightmares, I still see their blood on my hands and the way they were murdered every now and again. I still hear their screams in my head!  Even though now I feel clean, I can’t help but feel the echo of the dirt and dirt of a different kind. I am sorry. We were not able to save all of those poor creatures from being used in that potion but we were able to get Askook, a friend of Master Chashathrophogh, (honestly, how many friends does he even have?) was able to steal the potion that led to me and Uncle Master Zaryb being freed from Kitsuné ...

 A Shocking Letter  It was the following day and Bash woke up next to Zaryb, keeping him warm. Chashathrophogh and Cerpheres were doing the same for Strena. Yet, when they all woke, it was a late hour in the morning and they all felt like they had taken a good bath. Their minds were clear and calm. Yet she noticed that Zaryb looked somehow younger. She realized that she would have many nights like this. She would have to get used to waking up next to him. Yet he would have to get used to waking up next to her too. I hope that I will help him. I hope that I will make him happy. I hope that he will be alright after all of this. Where did that come from? I hope that I’m not turning into my mother. Her eyes narrowed. What if we have children?! I think we will cross that bridge when we come to it, provided we do come to that. She noticed that he was handsome and quite cute and at peace. In fact, it was quite peaceful with the only sound being the beautiful sweet song of the bird...

 Freedom! The moment that Bash woke up, she felt heavy. Almost like there were weights all over her body. Yet there was nothing on her other than her uncle’s cloak. Then she saw his arm before she saw the landscape moving. She looked up to see that he was carrying her. “Are you alright?” He asked. “Y-yeah.”  “Why didn’t you use your magic as much as you needed to?” She looked to the side. “Bash!” Her eyes narrowed, suddenly reminded of the way her father would act. “You have to say it.” Suddenly her mind was flooded with their first meeting and to all the times that they talked about all the royals born out of wedlock that he killed. All of those that could ended up like him. Now that she felt this dark joy whenever she would use magic, she was concerned that she would end up back on his list. “Bash.” “It’s nothing!” “No. It’s not.” “I said, it’s nothing!” “We both know that that’s not quite true.” “It doesn’t matter. I’ll try not to use it.” “Why?” He asked, pulling her in. H...