Yami Shorts

The Third Victim The kingdom of Bluestone on the planet of Storock had never known pain or sorrow. There were no wars and they had a great amount of freedom. Everyone got along, and the king there was able to get along with all of the neighboring kingdoms. He had ensured that all of them and his people were rich, both with love and money. He made sure that he jouried to his kingdom and greeted his people everyday.  The people there were not made of flesh or bone but of a crystal like substance that they could manipulate to their will. They learnt this as soon as possible and as children, they would play games with this power. The king was always happy to see them happily playing, both were innocent in this happiness.  The king had many children and he would always take them and his wife out and would play with them. He would enjoy his time and he would make sure that his wife and children were always happy. He loved them greatly and they loved him greatly and they were always so happy

The Second Victim Derek Vonstien was a tyrant on his planet. He had finished his families’ goal of taking over the planet and he knew that he had to enforce his rules but he would always do that too hard, everything, even stealing a loaf of bread was punishable by death. Not even a child, who did not know any better was to be spared! He could do what he wanted and he knew it. He would exercise his authority any way he could, sometimes because he could! He crushed rebellion after rebellion and killed many, many orphans that prophecies claimed would dethrone or kill him. He sometimes would crush the families that would be part of any rebellion or resistance. He would even kill them by his own hand or would force some women to bear his children to force their loyalties to him. He would also take their other children and force them into the army and use many different brainwashing techniques to get them to become loyal to him wholeheartedly.  Then, in his early years he would hear a snog

The First Victim Moreen Jay was a young girl, but she was old enough to go to work and supply her younger brothers and sisters with their food, on this planet was the age of eleven. She was very promising, according to her elders, which on this planet was anyone who was her superiors. They had told her on many occasions that she had the potential to succeed them and get even further than them. She, at an early age, while their parents were still alive, had taught her brothers and sisters all that she learnt, after she had learnt it. She knew that when it was time for them to win their own bread that they would get ahead before they knew it.  The planet that she was on was Baan, which was the closest to Merth. It was quite prosperous and anyone could get ahead and to the top. Riches could be obtained by anyone who was willing to work hard enough for it. People had many children and they were raised and taught by their parents.  Moreen Jay had long slim green horns and was pale blue skin

Rescue Of The Ring It was barely a day after the birth that would mark the birth of Mortyamikira when Loc was woken by the sound of gunfire. Loc was exhausted after the day before but she was feeling stronger than the day before. She knew that it was T.O.O.T.R.O.E. she knew that it would be soon time to go home and get out of this cult. She was also slightly afraid, after all did they know that the Sunburners were immortal? If they did not then they would only end up dead, if so then they knew that this was a suacide mission.  Then she heard the sound of a loud blast. She then got out of bed and ran to where the gunfire was coming from and she was about to go to them when she felt a mans’ hand over her mouth and pulled her back. She then felt her feet rise up and then she twisted and turned as she tried to get free. Then Lamia looked at her and she suddenly felt no desire to struggle against them. So she let them carry her deeper and deeper underground. She was getting lower and lower

The Birth Of The Killing Star Loc she felt it burn her throat as it came up, her throat was lighting up like a bright torch was being shone at her throat. It hurt so much then it was like boiling water was being poured down her throat. She could feel the blood running down, but being evaporated. She tried to scream at the pain but her voice was silenced as her voice box was being burned away.  She felt her tears blind her and the whole place was being shaken and the clouds became dark around her and the rain poured down with ice cold drops. She saw another flair pour out of her mouth and blood came dry on her chin. She could not see anything, and the rain did nothing to help her plight.  Then she felt the pain come to her mouth, evaporating her saliva and her blood as the star rose to it. She then closed her eyes as the sun came out of her mouth. She just could not wait until this star was out of her mouth and getting all of this over. Then she knew that she would be able to get some r

First Flair Lamia woke Loc up. She wanted to sleep on a little more, however Lamia prosisted and she soon came around and she got up. She then sleepily walked over to the bath. She had gotten used to the strange liquid. She then put her dress and coat on. She had gotten used to the whole place and the heat. She knew that she had a star forming within her, yet she did not seem to mind. She had even gotten used to the star in between her eyebrows. “Loc, come on!” sang Lamia. “Where are we going this time?” she asked. “The medical chambers.” she said. “We have to moneter you to make sure that things went well and that your body has accepted the sun.” She nodded. She followed her to the end of the dorms. “By the way, what do you remember after you took your last potion?” she asked. She was taken back and confused by the question. “Nothing. Why?” she asked. “Just curious.” she said casually. She then turned around to look at her. “By the way did you know that the Dark Lady Gasharlo hid sev

The First Sun Loc woke the next morning, she had no wish to escape this place. She felt strangely calm and her mind was quiet. She knew her place in this place, and yet she was alright about it. She knew that she was a hostage, or bait, yet it ocord to her that she had been from the moment that the War of the Witch. She was used as bait to lure out Grasharlo’s followers, yet she was even-though she allowed to do what she has done over the years, she knew that all this was because she was going to try everything to bring her sisters’ evil reign to an end. Being used as a pawn against her sisters was, regardless of whether or not she liked it, her roll from now on, and will always be. “Good morning girl!” sang Lamia. “Morning.” she mumbled.  She slipped out of her bed and then walked over to the far door. She opened it and then she cleaned herself in that strange liquid. She then got out and dried herself off. She then put on her dress and her coat. She then dried her hair. “Here, let me

Enter The Sunburn Loc woke in the pod. She then remembered what had happened to her clearly and distinct in her mind like a picture that she did not like. She then spotted a glass of water in her view. She looked up to see that Leto was holding it with a sympathetic smile on his face.  “Here, you'll feel better afterwards.” he said. She took it and took a sip, knowing that she would never have to fear that it was poisoned. Nor would that be a concern for her ever again. Her lip curled as she realised this. She just did not like the idea that she would not be able to die. She then remembered her her dead parents and her new friends. She would be forced to see them all die when their time and she was now robbed the chance of ever seeing them again. She was cut off from them and there was nothing that she could do about it. “What happened?” she asked, trying not to let her emotions choke her. He sat on a chair beside her. “Well, it seemed to be overwhelmed by all of what happened and