I am the oddball.
Not because of my looks (which were exceptional by the way), nor how I acted (though I am weird, I can admit to that). It was how I was created. Most spirits of the world were either created by Man In the Moon or Mother Nature. Some are even older than the two, but they were the huge major spirits who control huge stuff.
Me? I am the spirit of Luck, because that is exactly how I came into existence.
Most spirits would awaken by having the moon shine on them, or in Nature's gorgeous palace. They would get a name, and a kick to the curb. That's all really.
Me? I woke up seeing the sun shine through the clear waves of water above my head. I was in the water, sure that I was dead. Unfortunately I wasn't, so there. I am a spirit because of my incredible sense of luck, or tacos. (That's another story.)
I am only four years old (by spirit standard), but if I was a human still I would be twenty one. Freaky. I could drink legally now, not that I didn't drink before. Now I have an excuse.
Oh? Sorry. I suppose you'd like my name. Well… No. Deal with it. …. Fine. You got me. I am the Supreme Emperor Of All Existence. Don't believe me? Google it, it should show my picture. No?! Really, I had thought I had fixed that…. I need to complain to Google again. Fine, well while they are fixing my page you can call me Eire Asher. That's the name I got from the guy who managed to fish me out of the water. Don't ask. I didn't like my old name so this one I like much better.
My job? Well, I am the spirit of Luck, but that was taken by an old hag named Lady Luck. She's a freak when it comes to the natural order, so she booted me from my job and called me 'A wreck to all society'. So, jobless I decided to become the next best thing. A merchant.
You're probably thinking, 'wow! That amazing awesome person is a merchant! I want to become her.'
Too bad. (I'm signing autographs later.)
A merchant, in my description, is the dream job. The dream job. I get to go on adventures, and I get paid to do it! My clients want extremly hard things to get, but I have my luck. That's my whole secret (don't tell anybody, because then they'll want it). I have luck on my side. Usually I can go in and steal the artifact and be back by lunch. I wait a day, and then give them it. I don't mess with their lives, so the better I don't know is the better chance of getting away without a fine.
Moon, I hate fines. They just want to steal all my gold. Groundhog sent out that stupid rumor saying I have an infinite amount of gold in my pot, but… I can't say it's false. I do have tons of gold, but it's worthless if I want to pull it out. If I am giving it to somebody in need, they get the gold. If I am being selfish and want it for me, it turns into coal. Which ironically, I can turn into gold with a touch. That's why people throw coal at me, so they can get me lucky charms. I just can't use the gold for myself. Making it that much harder for me. Besides, it drains all of my energy, so I work for money like any other normal spirit.
I looked down at the wooden table near the bar, and sighed questionably at myself. I couldn't get drunk, even if I wanted to. So why was I drinking my money away? Because I have a horrid addiction that I couldn't get rid of.
A person slid into the seat in front of me, a woman with platinum hair. A hood covered her hair, but she looked like she had come out of those magazines that shows off women's underwear. Her sharp green eyes looked at me, studying my dirty and smudged face.
"I have a job for you." She said, reluctance in her voice. "You are the Merchant, correct?"
"Yes sirree!" I held out my hand, "so what's my job?" I smirked.
The woods were quiet and soft, melodious and comforting. It was a serene place, the place filled with the hum of magic. Nothing could disturb it, I suppose. Nothing but me. I stepped through the trees like a buffoon, making sure that I stepped on every single branch and crunchy leaf. I wasn't here for the formalities. And wasn't I the very best at summoning people?
After crunching on one particularly old leaf, the wind around me began to violently push around me. It seems like she was almost here.
A scarf wrapped itself around my face, protecting my identity from the higher being. But, if rumors found her… then I was in trouble. I always had my face protected so I couldn't get caught up into something huge. I didn't like huge things. So many people would think that the Leprechaun and The Merchant were two separate beings.
"WHO DARES ENTER MY FOREST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION." A voice seemed to yell across the entire forest, and I smiled as a woman wearing a blue dress appear in front of me.
"I am but a simple traveler, my goddess." I bowed to her, trying to look meek and humble.
"Yet you destroy everything? All the tree's hard work?" Demeter asked, her voice low.
"I wish to repent, my fair goddess." I kept my bowed stance, but glanced up to see a necklace on the goddesses neck. My goal.
Demeter looked down at me with a huge amount of disdain, and I knew that somehow she wouldn't let this one slide. After all I disrupted the trees. For heavens sake, that was awful. (In cause you were wondering, I was being really sarcastic.)
"Spirit, who art thou?" She asked, the air of magic around her. She was an old god, one that Mother Nature had created. She didn't have enough power to make the flowers grow anymore, she had lost that a long time ago. Demeter is powerless, but acts like she has power. What a fool.
"My name is The Merchant." I said, and I saw her eyes widen. I dove towards her, my hand outstretched towards her necklace. Persephone had employed me to get her necklace back, as it was a gift from Hades, but her mother had stolen it out of spite and worry. My hand clamped down on the sturdy necklace made of glowing silver, and my luck decided that the chain needed to break.
One I had my object in hand, I quickly made my escape. The goddess behind me screamed with fury, and a wave of power washed over me.
Oops. So she wasn't powerless… My mistake then. I think I had angered an old god, who wants my head on a pike.
I pulled out my stone sword and it turned back into it's original shape. A black pot with a silver handle. I reached in the empty space of the pot and began to dig around for the object that I was looking for.
A root jutted out of the ground, almost squeezing me, but my luck didn't have any of that. I quickly turned and escaped as roots and branches tried to stop me from leaving. I had to leave, no doubt about it. Demeter will obviously kill me, but I had no worries. My luck was giving me the strength I needed.
"You shall not leave this forest alive!" Her voice boomed across the forest, scaring the birds into flight. "I will hunt you down until I have you!"
A rock moved in front of me, trying to make me stop and turn. I grabbed a branch above me and lifted myself over the large rock with a grunt. It was hard one handed. I continued running, and it seemed like there wasn't anything stopping me now. Slowly, I stopped for a breath of air. My hand rummaged in my pot, searching for the transporting stone that I had procured from an elf.
Then, it seemed like the ground beneath my feet began to pull towards the direction that I was running from. The leaves began to get pulled, like a piece of iron moving towards a magnate. What was this? I looked past the trees to see what was happening. Then, with alarm I turned to run. Demeter was pulling everything towards her, including me. At first it was a small pull, but it turned into a harsh tugging that kept on pulling myself backwards. Every three steps I took, I slid back two. The first tree next to me was suddenly wrenched to the ground, and flew through the air until it hit at least a few more trees before falling into the dark abyss that Demeter waited.
Finally, my hand connected with a stone, no larger than my fist. I pulled out the white rock and gave a quick prayer. Please let this not consume me. I threw down the white stone, and yelled, "ye olde bar!"
A flash of white light surrounded me, and I was quickly transported out of harms way. I was thrown every which way, white light surrounding me. I couldn't see, and I could only hope that this wasn't going to last long.
It didn't. With a grunt, I landed on the ground. My breath knocked out of my lungs, I stayed there, unmoving. I closed my eyes as the adrenaline wearing off. That was close, but I had my luck! I slowly got up to my knees, taking my time. I had a day or so before I had to hand off my prize to Persephone. I opened my palm to see the glittering necklace in my hand. It was a small little bird, with a ruby pomegranate hanging from it's beak and two sapphire blue eyes. The chain was broken, and unfixable. I reached into my pot and retrieved a gold chain, from my gold. My gold had a certain quality about it, that nobody else had. That's why it was so wanted. It was a light silver gold, and it made it look like a light was glowing from inside. I placed the necklace in my pot, waiting for the client to come and get it.
Replacing the chain was easy, and I had finally gotten enough energy to finally make my way over to a small shack of a building. In crooked black letters, it said, 'Ye Olde Bar'. It moved around a ton, and right now it was in the middle of the forest. Yet another perfect reason why I call the attic my home. Also, it belongs to a friend of mine.
I leaned up against a tree as a wave of dizziness washed over me. I guess I had gotten beaten up a bit too much this time in the white vortex. I might even have a concussion. I really need to stop using them, but I had no other transportation.
Breathing in deeply, I took a single step forwards…. and then fell through a giant hole. (How I had missed that was a bit peculiar, but I did sit on a fairy for three hours without knowing it. I had been cursed with donkey ears for three months.)
I gasped as I fell through the hole, and quickly changed my pot into one of a grappling hook. I threw it up, and luckily it caught on the hole's edge. I gasped as my arms were almost yanked out of my sockets as they stopped my fall. That was lucky, but I still got a little bit hurt.
Letting the rope under my hands grow, I let myself down the rest of the way of the black cavern that I was in. The only light was from the hole above, and that didn't cut through the darkness. It felt like I was staring down the ocean as it rushed forwards to consume me.
My feet touched the ground, and the sound echoed around me. It was scary, but exhilarating. If my luck decided that I needed to be in here, than I wasn't about to run away. It was time to explore.
Leaving my rope in the shadows, I let my eyes adjust to the darkness. It wasn't helpful much, but it was enough to maybe see a handful of feet in front of me. Superb. The sounds of my feet stepping echoed around me, indicating how large this place actually was. There was staircases that were upside down, and blown out torches on the walls. I would have lit one, but my luck was telling me not to. So I didn't, because my luck knew better.
I walked through the twisting hallways and rooms, most of them held chains that were suspended from the ceiling. Scary? Not so much. This was like taking a walk in the park. There was nothing to be scary about.
That's when I saw a glimmer of light. It wasn't the light from the sun, but from fire. It glimmered off of the black walls, and I was cautious at first. Was this a trick? Well. There was only one way to find out. Let's go ask them, eh?
I stood in the shadows of the room, and gazed in. There were huge pits of fire blazing in them, and the torches were flicking on the walls. But what really got my attention was the cage in the middle of the room. I leaned forwards to look closer, and all I saw was a broken body lying at the bottom of the cage. Maybe they were dead? No! I saw its chest move!
Breaking out in a run, I skidded towards the cage. It was much too small for the person inside of it, and I felt pity. This wasn't right.
"Hey, are you alright?" I asked, as I began to mess with the lock. I was uselessly pulling it back and forwards. If I had my pot, this would be easy to get open. I had left it back in the form of a rope. "Are you alive?"
The man moved slightly and moaned, "leave me alone Nightmares."
"I am not Nightmares, I was just wondering if you'd like to get out." I said quickly as I sped up my pace with the lock. It was useless.
The man opened his golden eyes to look at me. "W-who are you?"
"The Supreme Overlord of Everything." I said as the lock beneath my finger snapped opened.
"H-how did you unlock that?" He was on his hands and knees looking at the black lock in my hands.
"Luck." I said as I swung the cage open. I helped the man get to his feet, but he could only lean on me. "What's your name?"
"Pitch, Pitch Black." He coughed, and looked up at me. "Do you have any water?"
"I don't know, do I?" I patted my pockets and then reached into my jacket and pulled out an canister. "Apparently I do. My luck likes you." I handed him the canister. He shakily tried to open it, but I had to. He promptly started to drown himself in the water, but I had stopped him. "Slow down, slow down. You'll upchuck everything if you continue to drink it like that."
Pitch began to take a few breaths before he took another long swig. "How did you get down here?"
"I fell down a hole." I sat down, letting him lean up against me.
"That's strange." He muttered, and then looked at me. "You don't have any food?"
I hummed as I searched my pockets, and found a packet of gum. "Does this count?"
Pitch sighed and took a piece of gum, and then looked at me. "What's your real name?"
"The Merchant."
"Is that your real name?"
"No."
Pitch took his time looking me over, and then nodded. "Very well. Do you have a job right now, Merchant?"
I hummed again, and winked. "Are you going to be my client?"
"Depends."
"Then yes, I am about to finish a job. I am currently free." I jumped to my feet and helped Pitch up onto his own.
Pitch's eyes flashed, "then let me hire you. Get me out of here."
"Hmm. Sure. What's your price?"
"A-"
A roar shook the cave, and Pitch cursed. I wasn't able to keep my balance as the floor shook with the sound, and I fell to the ground. Pitch reached his hand down and took mine with his. "We have to get out of here!" He said, and I got up only to almost fall over again. The floor shook every few seconds, and it was difficult to run while stumbling around. Pitch wasn't faring as well as I was. He seemed very desperate to leave this hell hole, and I could understand. Somebody kept him down here, and if I was in his shoes I would be trying to escape too.
"Which direction?" Pitch asked me when there were two caves in front of us. I pointed left, and we ran.
Another unearthly roar filled the air, and I stumbled backwards. "What is that?!" I yelled over the sound.
"My guard!" Pitch yelled back, and then we stopped at another crossroad. "Which way?"
I pointed right this time, and hoped that we were going in the correct direction. "This way, I think."
"You think?!" Pitch yelled, shock on his face.
"It's hard to think when something's after you!" I yelled back, and then there was a giant crack.
A moment of silence took over the air.
Then the wall behind us blew open and a black head emerged from the large hole. It was as large as a car, and yellow eyes that were as big as a stop sign blinked at us. Large spikes covered it head, large black plates protecting itself from attacks. It's scales seemed to shift in the small amount of light, like it was made of sand.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were guarded by a Dragon!" I shrieked as it opened its mouth and roared. It's breath rolled over us, and it smelled like a gas station combined with kitty litter. It needed to brush.
With a new burst of energy, I pulled Pitch behind me and took a random tunnel. The ground shook as the rest of the dragon followed us. The top of the cave was caving in as the dragon shoved it's way after us. Then the corridor ended and we entered a large cavern. We ran about halfway through the room before realising that there wasn't another escape route. We were trap.
Then the rock behind us burst open and the dragon snaked it's head in. I backed up, Pitch's hand in mine. The golden eyes seemed to study me, as it's head moved back and forth. It was looking for a weapon.
I didn't have one on me…. crap.
We continued to shuffle backwards, Pitch trembling next to me.
Then the dragon took in a large breath, and opened it's mouth. It's teeth were white, and very much real.
"Why do you take what's miiinnnne." It breathed, causing my hat to fall off and it's breath was eye watering.
"He's my client, buddy." I said calmly.
"He's miiinnnne. My treasureeee."
"Nope! He's mine!" I smiled as I wrapped my arm around Pitch's bony frame and reached my hand upwards.
And touched my rope.
With a tight grip, I quickly retracted the rope. Pitch gasped and clutched at me while I hoped that we were fast enough.
The dragon roared and it raced to attack. I looked up at the sunlight above my head and trusted my luck.
The sunlight hit my face as we practically flew out of the hole. We had gone so fast that I hadn't bothered to slow down, and when the rope ended we continued upwards. Beneath us, a tide of black sand flew up from the hole. It blew up and faded out in the sunlight, and as almost as quickly as it had happened, the hole closed up.
I landed on Pitch with a grunt, the leaves beneath us flying up with the impact. We looked at each other, before I busted up with laughter.
"That was fun!" I giggled, while Pitch seemed to be preoccupied by something. I stopped to look at him, and was slightly taken it back.
He was crying. And his hand was in the sunlight, and the other was covering his face. I suddenly wanted to cry with him.
I let him have his moment, and didn't comment on it at all. I let him have his unmanly moment. I looked away as I sat next him, watching the sunset. It had been a while since I had a moment to watch the sunset.
Then, all too soon the sun fell behind the horizon. Pitch looked up at the multi-colored sky, and I sat in silence with him. I sighed and got up, giving him my hand. "Pitch Black, our deal is done. I got you out, and now it's time for my payment."
Pitch blinked at me, "what's the payment?"
"A hundred million gold."
"What! I can't pay that!"
"Well, you didn't tell me what exactly you'd pay so I took it upon myself to set the price."
"I can't and I won't pay you."
"Then I'll have to send you back down there. Trust me, I have my methods of putting people in their place." I pulled up my pot and began to look for another white teleporting rock.
"F-fine! I can't pay you, so what do you want me to do?!" Pitch seemed to start pouting. Cute.
I pointed to him, just as the first of the stars started to appear up in the sky. "From now on, Pitch Black, you will be my companion until your debt is paid off. Be prepared for adventures that will blow your mind!"
Vocab:
Demeter- The greek goddess for agriculture and stuff. I'm not only using characters from ROTG, but from legends and random stuff I created.
Persephone- The daughter of Demeter. You should look up her story and stuff.
Pitch Black- He's frail, he's thin, he's not very strong. That's what you get when you get locked up by the Guardians five years ago.
Eire Asher- the name means Ireland lucky. It's similar to my own name… hehe. Well. She's the crazy person who's stupid enough to do stupid things and not get hurt because of her 'luck'. Her pot can change into anything, and hold anything. Her power mostly lies in her gold, which if she touches coal, it turns into gold. It drains her to the point of death, so that's why she doesn't do it. She is very good with a sword, so that's why her pot is almost always in that shape.
So… First chapter! Yay! Took me a while to get this up, but this is mainly the one!shot series of Pitches and Eire's adventures. The first few chapters are going to be linked with each other as it is in the beginning. I am going to try and update at least once a week, and if you're extremely lucky I'll post it two times a week. If I am bribed then the impossible will happen. Three. Three times a week. If I don't have anything going on or anything.
Check out my side story '222 Ways To Get Kicked Out Of Santoff Claussen'. I'm doing that one with a friend. It's funny and it'll make you laugh at the insanity.
Please tell me what you think about this. It's my first!
