Yami Shorts

 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...

 A Stolen Potion  It was three days after they arrived. Bash’s left eye had become completely white, yet she could still see through it yet both eyes had a strange look of hunger. Yet she noticed that every time she used her magic, even with the smallest amount, she would feel a dark joy that scared her. However, even though she should have said something, she did not want to hold the team back from anything. Especially Zaryb and Strena from being free.  The moment that they saw them, Askook his and they all ran on and on and on. Bash caught glimpses of him going from bush to bush, rock to rock, tree trunk to tree trunk. Both Bash and Chashathrophogh drew their bows and reached a cliff face. They loaded their bows to see that, even though they were too late in stopping the potion being made, they could use it for their own purposes. As long as they could get it. Quickly they fried at them. Chashathrophogh fired two arrows at Gajellidor and Bash fired at Grasharlo. One hit...

 Across The Sea The moment that they got on board, they set off to search for Gajellidor and Grasharlo. They started on the deck. Yet, even though the ship was significantly smaller than the last ship that they were on, they knew that it would take a very long time to search the whole ship, a day and a half without sleep at least. So they looked at each and every one that even remotely looked like them, which were seven women and five men. Yet the cheekbones were either higher or lower, or they had different eye colours or thicker or thinner lips. Some were just too pure to be them. Bash was about to open her mouth to find out if they were the Dark Lord or Lady in disguise, only to see a large squad tentacle rise up. It was smaller than the kraken that they had faced but it was still bigger than the giant squid. “Ex-” That was when she heard a burst from behind. She looked back to see another! Quickly she drew and loaded her bow and fired at the back of the tentacles. The tentacles...

 Thief’s Delivery  It had been a week since the failure of the sasquatch and recuperating from the injuries and stress that they had put their bodies through. They had spent a whole day before they came to a village. The huts were circular and had straw thatched robes in the shape of a comb. The people looked Animéganese, just with ruddy skin along with long, loose hair with beads and feathers decorating it. Yet they saw one of them with a feathered head piece that looked like a feathered crown with the sides going down the rest of the body. They all wore skins of animals of all kinds of shades of brown. The moment that he saw them he walked up to them. “I am sorry, we have no gold.” “We are not here for gold.” He opened his mouth to speak. “Chashathrophogh?” He looked on to see one of them that had a happy care-free smile and eyes. “Askook?” He walked up to him and their hands shook. “Who are they?” “My dear niece Bash.” “Hold on! As in Bash The Touchable? The bounty hunter t...