Yami Shorts

 Wendigo Hunt “Right, what is the next ingredient?” Strena asked. Then her face changed. “Not that it matters! You’re all going to fail anyway, so what is the point?” “Nothing to do with you! Now bring the girl back, NOW!” She looked at Zaryb with narrow eyes. “Is he always this demanding?” Wolfox came out. “Yes. Now, where is this wendigo?” “Weeellll!” He sang as he pulled her leg up and scratched the back of Stena’s head. “You’re looking for a deer that looks like it has a deformity, making the eyes at the front of the head and not at the side. Which are larger than your average deer and more like human eyes as well. Or a humanoid deer, some breeds are humanoid.” “Is that why we’re in the middle of a field of deer?” “Well, the best place to hide a needle in a haystack!” Leonardo spoke as he painted the scenery. “Exactly Leonardo.” “And how would you know that?” “I raise chickens at home.” Speaking of which, I am really getting worried about them. After this, I am going to have ...

 The Failure Of The Skinwalker Bash, Strena, Zaryb, Chashathrophogh, Cerpheres and Leonardo all arrived on the shore in the snowy landscape. “Is this it? Thought this place was supposed to be hot!” “It is a bigger place than the Euro Lands. It has all kinds of interesting terrains. None of which are the same. Just the people in looks, yet the tribes are not. Some are good, some are bad, and others…” Cerpheres giggled giddily as he licked his lips. “Weeellll, they’re not ones you want to bump into in the middle of the night!” “Thank you tour guide!” “I do my best!” “Too bad we’re not here for tourism! We have got to get a move on before-” That was when he could sense it, Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh was very near. He looked at Bash, who nodded. They both closed their eyes to focus better and they could sense that they were only a short distance away from them. They opened their eyes and looked to the left in the far distance and spotted them. Both of them were dead ahead, after al...

 The False God Of Revelation  They soon came to another village. They saw three women in the street. They were thin and gaunt. Their bodies were trembling as their muscles showed that they had thin and weak muscles. Their hair was thin and knotted. Their eyes were so deeply sunken that Strena could clearly see their skull. She walked up to one of them. “Are you alright?” She asked. Her head was barely able to rise and her eyes could barely look up. That was when Cerpheres walked up to her and spoke in a different language. She understood and smiled weakly. She nodded and replied in that language. “Yes. She says that they are waiting for their husbands to come and feed them. According to Faprolia, the god of prophecy.” She nodded. “And how long did she say that?” He asked and she replied. “Two and a half years ago.” “Then why doesn’t she just go home to eat? She clearly needs it!” He repeated her words and she replied. “She says that if she leaves this spot, then she shall sure...

 The Goddess Of Sacrifice  They arrived in the next village. They had spent a good week on the road, taking out the dark gods and that last goddess, Bash, Chashathrophogh and Cerpheres could sense that Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh was still on the continent. “Wonder what’s taking them so long?” “Maybe they’re having a hard time?” Chashathrophogh narrowed his eyes. “Well it is hard to find a coral the size of a sphinx’s brain that grows naturally.” They all spotted a temple ahead of them. It seemed that that was where they were going, even though it would take three hours to get in there. Yet they noticed that there was no one in the village. “This is the fifth empty village that we have come across.” “And all have shown signs of aging.” That was when Leonardo started painting the temple and then squinted. “What is it?” Strena asked. “Oh, I see it!” “What is it?” “That temple.” He said, pointing to it with his brush. “It is new.” “Oh.” “Which means that there should be a mass...

 The Goddess Of Darkness  Strena woke up the next morning. She noticed that she was being carried by Chashathrophogh. She felt a hand on her shoulder and everything from the day before came back to her the moment that she caught a glimpse of Cerpheres.  “I wanted to carry her!” “As if I would trust you with a child! I know that she’s fifteen now, but I still don’t trust you with her.” That was when the hand retracted before letting out a giggle. “What?” “Our little beauty’s awake!” “What?” That was when they saw that she was awake. “Are you alright?” She nodded. “He did it. He used me to take out Darkector and Orion.” He nodded. “Don’t hold it against you. It was not your fault.” “How many died?” “All of them?”  Her eyes widened. “Cerpheres!” “Fine! The ones that were near Augued.” She nodded as they looked on and spotted a black cloud ahead of them in a long line. She looked to the left and right to see that it seemed endless. “Should we find a way around that?” “W...

 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 ...