Yami Shorts

 The God Of Death It was four in the afternoon when they arrived at the next village. The locals were all in doors and had lit fires on their huts and one large one in the centre of the village. It was dark now and they knew that they would have to set up camp after this was done and get some sleep. They could see a man in black robes and masks made of human skulls. With a scythe in their hands. They seemed to move around as silently as a snake. Their ice cold eyes were looking all around everywhere where they heard a cry. Then they seemed to walk to that place only to move away from it. “Who?” Quickly Chashathrophogh covered her mouth. “They are the priests of Augued. A god of death that is ruthless. They go into a community, take it over and would go around after they force the locals to convert to Auguedism. Then all the worshipers will execute the homeless, physically and psychologically disabled and everyone with any defect and call it a sacrifice.” At this Strena looked down ...

 The God Of Blood  They arrived at the next village in the afternoon after taking a quick lunch break. They all knew that they would have to get a move on or they would miss Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh and Dark Lady Grasharlo. Yet the moment that they all saw the men and women in black and red robes, they knew that something was wrong. Even more so when they looked around to see that there were no old people.  Then they all looked at the amount of children there were, which was not that hard as they all did not move around. In fact, they stayed with their parents, keeping closely by their side. Their faces were gloomy and did not show even a slight smile. Their eyes were the eyes of someone that was awake but no one was home. Even their parents were wearing a similar but harsher look on their face. Strena looked at one. “Are you alright?” The woman looked at her and shook her head. “You can understand me?” She nodded. “What’s wrong?” She looked at her husband. “The wome...

 The God Of Gold The moment that they arrived in the village they saw the village was made up of huts of gold. They saw a woman coming down a temple made of gold holding a basket made of gold wearing nothing but gold. They saw gold cages and pens, keeping the cattle in place. They noticed that they were all walking on dust made of gold. That was when Strena noticed the way Bash and Chashathrophogh were looking at it. Almost as if they were ill and their eyes glowed with hunger. That was when she heard Kitsuné Ryu’s laugh. “This is going to be an interesting one. Suppose you will have a lot on your hands!” Wh-what? “Are you two alright?” She asked. They snapped out of it like they were broken out of a hypnotic trance. “Yes?” “What happened?” Chashathrophogh narrowed his eyes as Leonardo looked ahead as he started painting. “It must be enchanted gold.” “Now you’re getting to the good part!” “Why did you look at the gold like that?” “Wonder if they’re going to be able to think straigh...

 A Southern Continent  Strena looked at her journal and, just to find an escape, wrote down a new entry. It has been four months on the sea. The time has been nothing but a horrendous  series of events after the other. The fifty five men and women have all cut out time  in half. Which is a good thing. Yet I know  know that the hard part is yet to come.  “Are you really writing in a journal, little girl?” She let out a scream as she dropped the quill. She looked to the right. Calm down girl. Why? Because of him. “Oh? Still don’t know what is going on?” Don’t cry, don’t cry. Don’t let him see your tears.  But I already have. Be brave! “Why?” “Strena, it’s time to go.” Chashathrophogh said as he unlocked the door and the moment that she walked out he grabbed her hand. “Do I have to go? I don’t-” “We will keep a close eye on you. Now, don’t let go of my hand.” She nodded and tightened her grip. They walked up the stairs. She felt a jolt of ache as the sun ...

 The Review They arrived at the base of the ship. “Leonardo!” No answer! She looked at Cerpheres with a concerned frown. He looked mildly unimpressed as he raised his eyebrow.  “Leonardo!” He closed his eyes as he willed the raft to go up and they landed on the ship. The first thing that they did was race to the lower decks to see Strena and Zaryb behind bars. They heard nothing but the sound of soft snoring. At this he narrowed his eyes as he played the violin. This stopped the snoring and soon they heard the sound of yawning. “I’m hungry!” They heard Strena moan before she could stop the words coming out of her mouth. Only to quickly notice that it was Kitsuné Ryu that probably said it.  So Bash looked at Cerpheres. “It was a nasty sleeping spell. Must’ve wanted us to die on Monster Island and have everyone else here die of starvation!” “Will they be alright?” He had a relaxed smirk on his face. “I’m sure they will! Don’t worry, once I put them on the right diet they wi...

 The Rebuilding Of Houses “Well, is it dead?” “I don’t know! Then again, I don’t think that I want to know.” “It’s probably alive, just we put it completely to sleep. Well for a good couple of years.” “Thank you! You saved us from that creature.” “Don’t mention it.” “I can’t believe that you killed that thing.” “We don’t know that dear-” “Cerpheres!” “What!? We don’t know! Could wake up in a couple of years!” “Look, the only reason we did that was to survive.” “We will call you three heroes of the pale!” “Don’t.” “We’re not heroes.” “Well you saved us from that thing. The island!” At this Bash and Chashathrophogh looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Already knowing that there was no point in arguing further. “Anyway, we need to get back to our raft and get back to our ship.” “‘Your ship’? You have a way to get off this creature island?” “Yes.” “Do you want to come?” “How about we help you build a bigger and better raft?” “Sure. And in return, we will help rebuild your homes...

 The Land Attacks After they had celebrated, the locals soon stopped. “So how many of those tried to take you down?” “What?” “How many of Dark Lord Jorrarah’s monsters have you taken down?” She told them. Yet that was when Cerpheres approached. “Actually, me and my dear Chashy took him down!” That was when they all looked at him as if he had spoken something offensive. So he shrugged. “What!? Interestingly enough, he wanted to kill you my dear Bashy!” They all looked at each other like they were caught with their trousers down. That was when the children started crying and some of the women wrapped their arms around their children or husbands and others just screamed. “What? What!” “That means his biggest monster is going to wake!” “And what is that?” “And those plants!” “What?” “And the tree!” “What is going on?” They all looked at them. “You should have let her die!” “Look, if there are monsters coming we will take care of them. Alright!” “But the trees are going to eat us!” “No,...

 Monsters Of Death It was night again and had finished the raft. That was when they were approached by a group of people. They had light brown skin and a multitude of eyes. Some looked eastern, others western. They all looked at each other. “Are you from the North West?” “Can you understand us?” “Yes.” “Who are you?” “We are the children of the ones that were shipwrecked here. None of them could escape. So they came together.” Bash nodded. “And why are you here?” Chashathrophogh asked. “We noticed that all the poisonous plants are now burned.” “We wanted to know what happened.” Bash explained. “Well, come. You do not want to be out here, on this night.” “Why?” “We could do something.” “Headless servants of Death. The dead brain eater and the blood sucker will come.” They all looked at each other for a moment. Then back at them. “We will stay and fight.” “Are you what is called mad?” All shrugged. “At least we tried.” “We will come in the morning to burn your bodies.” “Noted.” “As i...

 The Dark Lady Strikes  They had barely been able to get some rest as they tried to fix their raft, yet both took glimpses of Bash as she slept. Yet Chashathrophogh kept an eye on Cerpheres to make sure that he did not do anything. As the day wore on he took a glance at the ship. He could not help but wonder why none had come to this island from the shop or why his cuff was not pulling him to it either. However he knew that he would have to ask about that later,when they had returned.  Yet they both had to force themselves to keep up their work too. As they did both felt sleepy and had to fight this as much as they could as they kept working on and on and on. Then the feeling of drowsiness increased and increased until they could no longer resist it and soon their eyelids started to drop, but they continued to work and work. Soon the feeling became almost irresistible. So both took a tiny dagger and stabbed themselves in a way that minimised blood and maximised pain, just...