Knowing the Knikana
By Amythest Stone
AN- Thanks for reading this! This is my first EW fic so be nice. Sorry, if it isn't that great.
"I think that we should keep going this way." David commented. That's nice; I thought sarcastically, I don't.
I am not sarcastic by nature. I am actually quiet and agreeable. I'm not like Christopher with his consistent fooling around. I am not like Jalil and his cynical outlook that he likes to cast upon the world. I'm not like David, a person thriving on trying to prove himself. I'm quiet, agreeable me. Dameon the forever agreeable person.
Well, today I was not in agreeable mood. I was not in a good mood. I was rather sick of the entire thing. Sure, these kids were thrown into this world unexpectedly. It wasn't their fault but I wasn't exactly in the mood to pity them. I had been stuck in the same position as them my entire life. One moment one world, one moment the next. One hell to another. Didn't matter where I was. Always in hell.
"I think we should go the other way." I said softly, letting my voice be heard. David gave me a look. I gave him one right back. "I know this place better, David. This is near where I used to live. This is where I grew up. We should avoid getting to deep into it. The people here are not the friendliest." That was putting it nicely. They had kicked me out because they thought I was possessed. They were miserable people. They scorned they're gods and paid for it.
"Are you sure?" He replied sounding uncertain. Yes, I'm sure David, I thought. Gods, I was moody today.
"Yes, here let me lead for awhile. There are dangers in this place. I don't want you all getting hurt." Always thinking of them. It was never that way before. I pushed ahead to the front of the group, reaching up to my shoulder, feeling for my sword. I loosened it in the sheathe slightly. Didn't want to be caught off guard.
"So, what's in this place? Creepy enough. Sorta reminds me of Hel's domain." Christopher sounded almost half serious.
"Oh, lots of things." Not in the mood to explain or talk. In a tired mood. Wanted to sleep.
"Aren't you just a bucket of knowledge."
"Shut up."
"Can't we go and find a village soon? We're out of food." April was looking into the tattered backpack that she carried with her.
"No villages for the next one hundred miles." I replied shortly, "We'll have to go and look tonight."
"You said you lived near here once. What about your village?" Jalil asked. The Brain needed to know didn't he. I flinched.
"We can't go there." A curt reply.
"Why not?" The brain was continuing to push.
"I'M not allowed there." It hurt to admit it but they needed an explanation.
"Why?" Stop prying Jalil before I involuntarily slash you into pieces.
"None of your business." I snapped. Gods, they were staring at me now. This was not my usual temperament. I turned and continued my way. They followed rather flabbergasted.
Everworld. The little mixed up place that the old gods threw together. Sick of the old world so they created a new one. Threw it together like a quilt made of old cloth. If you lived there your entire life (or as long as you can remember) it doesn't really make a difference to you. Doesn't scare you or anything. If you drop in from no where because your friend's half sister is a witch well, that's another story.
Me? I've been here my entire life. I've seen the weirdest of the weird. I've killed more than anything else. I'm a bounty hunter for anyone who can hire me. I'm an assassin, I'm a body guard, and at the moment playing babysitter for a group of teens that were thrown into the mess. What was eighteen year old me, after being on my own for eleven years, doing babysitting them? What I would give for the old times. Oh well, no sense in crying over it. They grow on you after a while.
David is their savior. He is their fighter. He is their unofficial leader. He is the rock. The soft, venerable one. He thirsts to prove himself. He carries Galahad's sword. His thick headedness drives me crazy sometimes.
Christopher is the comedian. The comic relief in the insane asylum world. The one consistently annoying David. The one hitting on April. The one who likes to also annoy Jalil. His job is to be funny. Sometimes things seem funnier to him than they do to me.
April. Known her for a week, and you could know her for years. Sweet, beautiful, God fearing April. She was a bright spot in my dark life. I'll never have her. Sensible, smart April, forget it, Christopher's a better choice over me.
Jalil. The cynical human who states the truth. Who still can't accept sometimes that Everworld isn't like his world. Obsessive Compulsive. Poor guy. Must suck to be him. He and I don't agree on much.
Truthfully, must suck to be all of them. They've been through a lot. Aztecs, Vikings, Hel, Faeries. They deserve a break. They won't get one. Not here. Not in this place. Welcome to Everworld.
AN- Reviews? ^_^ I like reviews!
By Amythest Stone
AN- Thanks for reading this! This is my first EW fic so be nice. Sorry, if it isn't that great.
"I think that we should keep going this way." David commented. That's nice; I thought sarcastically, I don't.
I am not sarcastic by nature. I am actually quiet and agreeable. I'm not like Christopher with his consistent fooling around. I am not like Jalil and his cynical outlook that he likes to cast upon the world. I'm not like David, a person thriving on trying to prove himself. I'm quiet, agreeable me. Dameon the forever agreeable person.
Well, today I was not in agreeable mood. I was not in a good mood. I was rather sick of the entire thing. Sure, these kids were thrown into this world unexpectedly. It wasn't their fault but I wasn't exactly in the mood to pity them. I had been stuck in the same position as them my entire life. One moment one world, one moment the next. One hell to another. Didn't matter where I was. Always in hell.
"I think we should go the other way." I said softly, letting my voice be heard. David gave me a look. I gave him one right back. "I know this place better, David. This is near where I used to live. This is where I grew up. We should avoid getting to deep into it. The people here are not the friendliest." That was putting it nicely. They had kicked me out because they thought I was possessed. They were miserable people. They scorned they're gods and paid for it.
"Are you sure?" He replied sounding uncertain. Yes, I'm sure David, I thought. Gods, I was moody today.
"Yes, here let me lead for awhile. There are dangers in this place. I don't want you all getting hurt." Always thinking of them. It was never that way before. I pushed ahead to the front of the group, reaching up to my shoulder, feeling for my sword. I loosened it in the sheathe slightly. Didn't want to be caught off guard.
"So, what's in this place? Creepy enough. Sorta reminds me of Hel's domain." Christopher sounded almost half serious.
"Oh, lots of things." Not in the mood to explain or talk. In a tired mood. Wanted to sleep.
"Aren't you just a bucket of knowledge."
"Shut up."
"Can't we go and find a village soon? We're out of food." April was looking into the tattered backpack that she carried with her.
"No villages for the next one hundred miles." I replied shortly, "We'll have to go and look tonight."
"You said you lived near here once. What about your village?" Jalil asked. The Brain needed to know didn't he. I flinched.
"We can't go there." A curt reply.
"Why not?" The brain was continuing to push.
"I'M not allowed there." It hurt to admit it but they needed an explanation.
"Why?" Stop prying Jalil before I involuntarily slash you into pieces.
"None of your business." I snapped. Gods, they were staring at me now. This was not my usual temperament. I turned and continued my way. They followed rather flabbergasted.
Everworld. The little mixed up place that the old gods threw together. Sick of the old world so they created a new one. Threw it together like a quilt made of old cloth. If you lived there your entire life (or as long as you can remember) it doesn't really make a difference to you. Doesn't scare you or anything. If you drop in from no where because your friend's half sister is a witch well, that's another story.
Me? I've been here my entire life. I've seen the weirdest of the weird. I've killed more than anything else. I'm a bounty hunter for anyone who can hire me. I'm an assassin, I'm a body guard, and at the moment playing babysitter for a group of teens that were thrown into the mess. What was eighteen year old me, after being on my own for eleven years, doing babysitting them? What I would give for the old times. Oh well, no sense in crying over it. They grow on you after a while.
David is their savior. He is their fighter. He is their unofficial leader. He is the rock. The soft, venerable one. He thirsts to prove himself. He carries Galahad's sword. His thick headedness drives me crazy sometimes.
Christopher is the comedian. The comic relief in the insane asylum world. The one consistently annoying David. The one hitting on April. The one who likes to also annoy Jalil. His job is to be funny. Sometimes things seem funnier to him than they do to me.
April. Known her for a week, and you could know her for years. Sweet, beautiful, God fearing April. She was a bright spot in my dark life. I'll never have her. Sensible, smart April, forget it, Christopher's a better choice over me.
Jalil. The cynical human who states the truth. Who still can't accept sometimes that Everworld isn't like his world. Obsessive Compulsive. Poor guy. Must suck to be him. He and I don't agree on much.
Truthfully, must suck to be all of them. They've been through a lot. Aztecs, Vikings, Hel, Faeries. They deserve a break. They won't get one. Not here. Not in this place. Welcome to Everworld.
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