Yami Shorts

 Birth Of The House Over the course of a couple of months Johan Close became a great and mighty fighter. He took down army after army. In fact, word got out to Dark Lord Gajellidor Darcrogh himself, that all that came against him soon fell. He, out of simple curiosity, decided to take an interest in this man. So he set off to his seeing pool. “Gorcor, send an army against this young man, the one called Johan Close!” “Yes, my Lord Master.” It took only a day before he was watching the battle. He saw the young man take a bow and fire shot after shot at the front row of them. He charged at a group of them and took out a sword and slashed the opposing sword down to the right and sliced multiple to the left. He did this again and again and again until one dodged out of the way and went to slash up. He pulled out a dagger and blocked it then stabbed him. He then kicked him in the face to get his sword out of his head. Then one went to strike him and he flicked his sword out as he spun a...

 The Wife’s Journey  A week passed Islesif felt deeply empty and lonely. She deeply longed to be with her husband. So she knocked on the door of her cousin, Rého Close, who looked very much like her and many, in the Seventh Age Of Legends, believe was Rého Rosecastle’s distant ancestor. He answered. If the village was not wiser they would have thought that the pair were twins and not cousins. In fact the only difference in their appearance were the three dots at the corner of his right eye. Another reason people a thousand years after this would think that he was the ancestor of Rého Rosecastle. “Islesif! How have you been?” He asked with a cough. “I would like to talk with you. I have been very lonely and have been deeply longing for my husband.” Before he could answer he turned away and coughed again and again and again until it came to an end. When he was calm he turned back to her. “Then why don’t you go to him?” “Because Johan told me to look after the farm.” “Then why do...

 Called To War It was in the time at the end of the Fifth Age Of Legends in the Muniverse on the planet Merth when the first Fourth Age Legend the, then Dark Lord, Gajellidor Darcrogh (who would not become a Dark Master Lord until much later after the Sixth Age Of Legends.) was at war with the whole world in his attempt to take it over. It had been a long and hard war where a prophecy arose; a simple one. “The one that will bring this long dark war to an end, Will turn into a house in his final hour, Events of another will cause him to be sent, To another world the rest of existence he will spend, Helping the Mythos Puros master her power, Freed only after the mother’s true repent!” These words meant nothing to the eighteen and a half year old Johan Close. After all, he was nothing more than a modist farmer. Concerned with nothing but his cattle. Keeping the pigs from eating each other, the sheep were well fed and groomed, making sure the cows were grazing and milked well. When he ...

 Rest Before The Storm They all took their things and picked up the dead. Loc and a group of men dug the holes to put each and every body that was brought to them in. Yet there was another group that retracted all their long steps to pick up all the dead that they could find and brought them to the group who were digging holes. They went from one room after the other. Then they went from the castle to the underground chambers and then to the walls. They all went throughout the land bringing dead body after dead body. This took up three and a half days, the first two were without sleeping. On the fifth day everyone took their time to mourn them all. They made sure to mourn each and every one of them, man and eagle alike.  So, after this, they all chose their rooms and collapsed in a bed that clearly had not been slept in for centuries. Yet they were all too exhausted to do anything about it. They all slept as soundly as a baby. Loc soon saw the last dragon in her dreams. She co...

 The Dragon’s Warning They all entered the throne room. It was large and on the other side was a long destroyed stage area. It also had a long strip in the centre which was also broken. At the base was a large hole where a throne must have been. “Where’s the dragon?” Asked one. Yet Loc, who could not help but be reminded of the throneroom of Wolf Raven’s, snapped out of it and looked up. She soon spotted that ahead of them was a large black dragon with scarlet horns going along his spine and golden horns on his head. He had amber cat-like eyes with sharp teeth like knives in his mouth. “How bold of you to come here.” hHe boomed before fire blasted out of his mouth. Loc outstretched her hand and stopped the flames. Yet this was not enough as the fire was drawn out at both sides of the edges of his wingspan. Yet she pushed it on and flew up to Dracula’s throat and then went to push the fire back in but he closed it in time. Then he hit her down and she landed. “Get that mouth open!” ...